#i wanna share secrets and talk for 6 hours without noticing time pass and go to Events together and makeout

[digitalcockroach]

highkey i cant havent had like a real close friendship with regular contact in years so i probably wont be dating any time soon however the ideal relationship for me rn would be another polyam person with a longterm partner that they live with and shit and where neither of us expects or wants to be more than the casual sidepiece half-besties half-lovers

[xoxo-teddybear]

Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

—

—

“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

—

10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

—

Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

@darl1ngmei

A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

[eternally-writing]

tour troubles | jjk

genre: fluff, angst

rating: G (no swearing or sexual content)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: idol!au, boyfriend!au, one-shot

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none

Synopsis: When surprising your boyfriend Jungkook on tour doesn’t quite go as you planned, it’s up to you now to help cheer him up.

banner by me!

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After a grueling 6 months apart,  you were more than happy to be in MetLife Stadium watching your boyfriend live out his dreams on stage. The Map of the Soul Tour was no joke; Jungkook was practicing all day and performing all night, and combined with your final exam season passing by it left little time for you to talk to each other.

Finally wrapping up the school year, you got in touch with Jimin to see if he could help you plan a surprise visit for Jungkook on one of their final tour stops.

All of the members had become like family to you, but it's no secret that aside from Jungkook you are closest with Jimin. He was like the older brother you never had, and you always ran to him whenever you needed relationship advice or a good hug.

As you watched Jungkook on stage you noticed his smile falter sometimes as he would be slightly out of position or dance off beat. You could only pick this out because you had spent hours in the practice room dancing with Jungkook. 

You and Jungkook had come together because of your shared love for dance. He had first asked you out inside a very sweaty-scented Big Hit practice room, almost half of your dates ended with some form of dancing, and whenever one of you was frustrated you could always find the other teary-eyed, lying on the marley floor of a dance studio. You had always been there to whisper words of encouragement in his ear when he was feeling down, and you wished nothing more than for her voice to reach the stage at the moment.

Soon enough, the concert came to an end and you were flashing her pass to the backstage security guard to get to see the boys. Despite your  uneasy feeling watching the concert, you couldn't ease the butterflies in your stomach at seeing your boyfriend for the first time in months.

Ever since you had planned this, you spent your nights imagining exactly how Jungkook would react: whether he would hug and kiss you first, stay frozen on the spot in shock, or start crying right away. 

As you stepped into the Big Hit dressing room, you were instantly greeted with several smiling faces. 

I didn't take you long to do a head count and realize that there were only 6  boys standing in front of you, and that your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. 

Making eye contact with Jimin, you saw the softness in his eyes as he motioned for you to come closer so he could explain. 

“He’s not feeling well Y/N, and none of us can get him to talk about it. We’re so worried. I swear I’ve only gotten like 2 words out of him tonight, and I even tried to make a nutella sandwich for him to cheer him up. I’m sorry this isn’t what you had planned, but can you talk to him please? For us?” 

You took a deep breath before pulling back the curtain divider in the dressing room. Your nerves catching up to you, you considered just turning around and telling the boys you would surprise him at their next concert instead. 

You had dealt with Jungkook being troubled and frustrated more times than you could count, but you were worried you had lost her touch after being apart from him for months. 

Your mind also flew the other way. How many times has he felt like this after a concert and never told you? When he said "It was fun I'm just really tired now" after every concert was he truly feeling like this? 

With that, you pushed forward because you knew that you had to be there to support Jungkook today, even if you couldn't be there for all the other times. 

The sight that greeted you behind the curtain was not a pretty one. 

Jungkook was staring blankly at the monitor in front of him, dark fringes of his hair matted against his sweaty forehead, tour hoodie zipped up completely with the hood on, and worst of all, his eyes were clearly puffy and swollen, with tinges of red coming through from underneath his makeup. 

Jungkook barely even glanced your way as you sat down an ample distance away from Jungkook on the couch. It was clear from his lack of surprise at your appearance that one of the boys (probably Jimin) had probably told him about your surprise visit earlier in an effort to cheer him up after the concert, but even that could not get him out of this slump.

 Of all the scenarios you came up with for how Jungkook would react to your surprise, somehow this one never crossed your mind. 

You turned your focus to where Jungkook was staring - a TV monitor replaying video footage from tonight's concert. You watched as his eyebrows stayed furrowed as he glared disapprovingly at himself for making even the smallest of mistakes in the video, almost wincing as the TV monitor continued to play the footage.

"Do you want me to help point out things in the video?"

Jungkook didn’t even move a muscle.

You took the silence as a yes, and pulled a pen and the closest thing you could find to paper, a napkin, out of your purse to write on. 

Working as a dance teacher had taught you more than a couple tricks about how to give constructive feedback, and you were a firm believer in the "give 2 compliments and then 1 thing to work on" approach. However, you knew the issue with Jungkook wasn't that he was truly bad at dancing, but rather that he was way too hard on himself for the smallest details that the audience wouldn't even notice - so she threw in a few more compliments than usual. Unsure of how Jungkook would react to seeing the list, you still threw some of those very nit-picky details on there, knowing that if he was still frustrated he would throw the list out all together if he thought you were just coddling him. 

And so you both sat together in front of that grainy TV monitor, in complete silence aside from the sound of your pen scratching against the napkin.

June 10, 2020 MOTS:7 Tour Feedback Report for Jeon Jungkook ( by Y/N)

- match angle of arm placement in Black Swan Opening Choreo

- footwork on DNA ending choreo could be cleaned up 

- the ARMY at the corner of the screen during Euphoria had the biggest smile when you looked at her. I think she’s gonna remember that moment for the rest of her life. 

-  I like the way you wink at the camera during So What! Gave me butterflies babe. 

- could add more energy into the last Fake love chorus ( hot bod btw!!)

And the list kept going on and on as you diligently focused on the screen and writing notes, taking occasional glances at your silent boyfriend.

Upon glancing over your shoulder and seeing your list, Jungkook smiled at your thoughtful and sweet comments. 

All of sudden, a wave of consciousness and realization washed over him. 

He finally has the girl he loves in front of him again after months apart, and instead of cherishing his limited time with you he was spending it watching himself dance, which is what he had already spent the last 9 years of his life doing. Most of all, you never let your smile falter once in front of him, even though he knew you may be upset with his response to your surprise, and you went along with whatever he wanted to do - even if that meant watching a very very low-quality video of his performances on a loop. 

Grabbing the napkin gently out of her hands and placing it on the table, Jungkook cupped your face and looked gently into your eyes. 

"Thank you",  he said softly, as if not wanting to startle you with his sudden character change.

In your head there was absolutely no need for Jungkook to be thanking her for anything she was doing.  She knew dating an idol would have its challenges, and she made a promise to Jungkook that she would be by his side through it all, even if that included rewatching Euphoria on loop. 

It was now your turn to sigh. 

“There’s nothing to thank me for babe, it’s just me. I wanna be here for you when you’re like this - I didn’t just date you so I could be there to celebrate your Billboard #1s and daesang sweeps, I’m here for these moments too.”

Jungkook further eliminated the space between you both by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. In that moment he realized that maybe all he needed was you. That all these hurdles he had been facing alone would have been much easier if he had just let you in on his problems.

“I just feel bad Y/N, I haven’t even seen you for months and the first time I see you I’m like this? I’m sorry.”

The gears started turning in your head. Batting your eyes overdramatically at your boyfriend, you smiled. 

“Okay how about we make a deal then babe?”

Jungkook looked at you curiously and let you carry on. 

“From now on, every time you feel like this you come to me okay? We can figure this out together, but I can’t help you if you don’t let me in,” you expressed, grabbing his hands in yours.

“Also, if you felt like making it up to me you could buy me some ice cream? It’s not the same when I eat it without you,” you joked.

Jungkook’s melodic laugh vibrated through the room. 

“Just ice cream? You’re selling yourself short babe. I’d buy the whole world for you, my love.”

--♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡-- 

As you emerged from behind the curtained section of the dressing room, hand in hand with a smiley Jungkook ( a stark comparison from how he was a mere hour early), you were greeted with Jimin jumping up and cheering loudly upon seeing the maknae.

Unable to contain his excitement, Jimin ran towards the two of you, chiming “you did it Y/N!! You brought back our maknae!”  

“Good to see you smiling, Jungkookie,”  beamed Jimin as he stepped forward to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. 

Jungkook chuckled and looked up at his hyungs. 

“I think I owe you all some ice cream. Ready to go? It’ll be treat.”

If his hyungs weren’t already excited to see Jungkook feeling like himself, now they were ecstatic. And you definitely felt the same way as well. ♡

--♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡-- 

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- Emily

[keijislove]

Hello ! Could you do a harry × hufflepuff!reader with the promps 6 ans 14 ? Thank you !😊😊

A/N: Hi! Sorry if it’s a bit long... This was the first request I got off anon, lmao 

ENJOY!!

Prompts used: 

6. 'Don't make me hex you into the next year! ' 'I'd like to see you try.'        14. ‘My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Strawberries: Harry Potter X Hufflepuff!Reader

It was just another day in Slughorn’s Potions class, you stirring your cauldron while daydreaming.

‘Who do you think yours will smell like?’ asked Luna. ‘I feel mine is going to be a Crumple-Horned Snorcack.’

You stuffed your knuckles into your mouth to prevent yourself from giggling. ‘I, um, don’t know.’

‘What do you smell? I know it’s weird... for you, having a soulmate or whatever.’

See, that was one of the things you adored about Luna.

You couldn’t possibly keep a secret around her, somehow, she just knew. But it also allowed you to seek her consolation at times without having to embarrass yourself by telling her what it was.

Why?

Well, she was Luna Lovegood after all.

You were one of the best potion students, and were fairly good at all your other classes, Luna and Cho kept asking you why you weren’t a Ravenclaw.

You just hoped your Potion skills could help you find out who you were meant to be with...

You swallowed, snapping out of your daze. ‘Uhm, yeah, not sure. Hope it’s someone nice.’

‘That’s sweet.’ Luna remarked in her same, breathless voice.

You smiled.

‘Alright, now, time’s up.’ Slughorn clapped his hands together. ‘Who wants to share what their Ammortentia smells like? Miss Diggory?’

You cursed internally. ‘Yes, Professor.’

You took a sniff. ‘Sir, it’s, um, treacle tart, um.... pumpkin juice? Yes, and...’

You sniffed again.

‘... muddy grass?’ You spoke.

‘Very good, miss Diggory!’

‘What was it?’ Luna asked as you left. ‘The muddy grass?’

‘Can you stop doing that?’ you joked. ‘It’s freaky.’

‘Don’t change the subject Y/N.’

You sighed. ‘It smelled like, I dunno like quidditch robes or something. Maybe it’s a sporty guy.’ You mumbled.

You didn’t have to specify who, it was Luna.

‘How do you know what boys’ quidditch robes smell like?’ Luna questioned as you whacked her with your book.

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You traced shapeless patterns on the grass, softly caressing your yellow scarf with your other hand.

It was a scarf you were very proud of.

Your brother had given it to you, and it was the last thing he ever did give you, to be completely honest...

Your tiny ‘revisit’ was interrupted by a sneer behind you.

‘Hey Diggory, who did your potion smell like?’ Malfoy asked in his horrible, drawling voice. ‘Longbottom?’

‘I seriously don’t understand what you’ve got against Neville.’ You spoke. ‘And no, if you must know. It smelt like someone else.’

‘Bet it was a grave.’ Malfoy sniggered. ‘Oh, where’s your brother?’

You tensed up immediately, but stroked your scarf to calm down.

‘Patience is one of the most important qualities a true Hufflepuff should possess,’ Cedric had told you. ‘And you, Y/N/N, are one of the best Hufflepuffs I know.’

‘Where is he?’ Malfoy continued.

‘Shut up.’ You spoke through gritted teeth.

‘It’d be nice if he’d passed some of his qualities onto you.’ Pansy lazily called. ‘At least he was good-looking. Look at you, bag of pickled toads.’

‘Shut up, prat.’ You warned.

‘Blimey Diggory... is your brother dead?’ Malfoy asked. ‘I didn’t even notice...’

That was the last straw.

‘

Oh, fuck patience.’ You muttered under your breath, lunging at him.

‘Argh!’ Malfoy groaned as you socked him square in the stomach. ‘Geroff me, you lunatic!’

‘What’s going on?’ Harry, Ron and Hermione had approached you.

Understanding the situation, Ron and Harry both seized either arm of yours while Hermione ripped Draco off of you before both of you could hex each other too badly.

‘Get-off-me!’ you snarled in Harry’s face.

‘No.’

‘GET-OFF-STUPID-PRAT-’ you struggled against his firm grasp. ‘IDIOT-CEDRIC-NOT-FUNNY-’

‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Hermione asked, confused.

‘Shut up Granger, I don’t want to talk about this.’ You spat, snatching your bag up and ‘accidentally’ whacking Harry with it, before leaving.

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‘What happened?’ your friend, Hannah had asked when you had stormed into the common room.

‘Malfoy.’ You curtly answered. ‘And Potter.’

‘You know, I don’t see why you hate him so much.’ Ernie walked up.

‘Who doesn’t hate Malfoy?’

‘No, no, I meant Harry.’ He spoke.

You groaned.

This was a subject they’d brought up millions of times.

‘He is a prat, for one.’ You began. ‘He’s so bloody proud... all the teachers fawning over him, Slughorn calling him ‘special’, heck, even Snape would be happy now that he’s suddenly become excellent at Potions. I reckon he cheats off Granger.’

‘Nah, Hermione isn’t like that.’ Hannah said.

‘And he is thick-headed.’ You finished.

‘Oh, is that it?’ Ernie smirked. ‘You’re jealous of him?’

‘OI!’

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‘Good morning.’ Professor McGonagall crisply greeted. ‘In the five years you’ve been with me, you have learnt that Transfiguration is not a topic to be messed around with. And as you start your sixth year, I expect you all to behave more mature with this subject, especially you, Mr. Smith.’

Zacharias Smith scowled at her.

‘Now.’ She continued. ‘Who remembers what I had told you all at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts? Miss Diggory?’

‘Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,’ you recited, trying to imitate her voice. ‘Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.’

The class howled with laughter.

‘Charming, Miss Diggory.’ Professor McGonagall sarcastically remarked, but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of her lips twitch.

You grinned to yourself.

‘Now, as Miss Diggory said.’ She spoke. ‘There will be no messing around. I demand silence as I declare... the Gryffindors shall be joining us today.’

You knew by ‘silence’ she meant your groans.

You stuffed your handkerchief into your mouth before groaning quietly.

The red-scarved students made their way in.

McGonagall began assigning partners.

‘Weasley with Macmillan, Brown with Smith, Granger with Abbott and Potter... with Diggory.’

‘Not with him!’ you yelled at the same time as Harry yelled ‘Not with her!’

‘Yes, definitely together.’ The Professor mumbled.

You scoffed as Harry sat next to you, both of you glaring daggers at each other.

‘Look, I don’t want to fail this subject.’ You warned. ‘My career depends on it, so will you try to act civil?’

‘Yeah, I’ll try.’ Harry sneered. ‘Do you even have a career plan?’

‘For your information!’ you hotly began. ‘I do. I want to become an Auror.’

‘Auror?’ a small flicker of interest flashed in his eyes but vanished as you rolled your eyes and turned to your work.

Harry sniffled.

He paused, terror rising up inside him.

He croaked out. ‘Do you... can you smell strawberries? And vanilla?’

‘Oh.’ You frowned. ‘Um, yeah, the strawberries would be my shampoo and... the vanilla would be my lotion, why?’

‘No reason.’

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‘Oh, merlin’s arse.’ You muttered, trying to get past a horde of boys wanting to ask you to Slughorn’s Party.

You knew they didn’t like you; they just wanted an excuse to attend it.

‘FOR THE LAST TIME, SOD OFF!’ you yelled, shoving past.

They still followed you.

You ran to the library, where you met a certain Chosen One.

‘Don’t mind me.’ You huffed. ‘Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them I’m here!’

Harry opened his mouth to say that it was alright, but stopped as a smirk settled on his face.

‘No.’

‘What?’ you asked. ‘Merlin’s arse, please! I told you, I’ll do anything!’

‘Anything?’ he cheekily asked.

‘Anything.’

‘Hmm... let’s see.’ Harry smirked further, thoroughly enjoying himself.

'Don't make me hex you into the next year!' you warned.

'I'd like to see you try.'

Brandishing your wand, you tried thinking of a jinx while Harry stood there with an amused expression on his face.

‘I’ll tell them you’re here.’ He said lazily.

‘Oh, alright!’ you snapped. ‘You win, I’ll give you whatever you want, now let me hide!’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise, MOVE!’

You dove behind a shelf and stayed.

Meanwhile, Harry was having the time of his life.

He wasn’t going to rat you out to those guys anyway, but there was something on his mind and he couldn’t pass up the perfect opportunity.

As a stampede of boys rushed over, Harry realised why you were so desperate to hide.

‘She’s not here.’ He coolly spoke. ‘Try the Hall.’

‘How should we know you’re not helping her hide?’ a Ravenclaw demanded.

‘Have you met me?’ Harry sarcastically said. ‘I don’t help my enemies.’

Yes, as lame as it had sounded, they seemed to buy it.

‘I don’t help my enemies?’ you questioned, climbing out of the shelf.

‘It... it sounded cooler in my head.’ Harry muttered.

You supressed a giggle. ‘Well, O’ Chosen One, what can I do for you?’

‘Er, about that.’ Harry began. ‘I wanna ask you something first?’

‘Yes?’

He smirked again. ‘Do you actually have a date?’

You covered your face and groaned. ‘No, they don’t even like me, they just want to get out of detention or come to the party, most of them.’

‘Mmhmm.’ Harry said distractedly.

‘Do you have a date?’ you shot back.

‘I will, by the end of this hour.’ Harry nonchalantly replied.

‘Whatever.’ You huffed. ‘What do you want.’

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’

If you had been drinking water, you were sure you would’ve spit it out.

You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

‘What?!’ you finally sputtered.

‘Be my date for Slughorn’s Party.’ He repeated.

‘No.’ you stated. ‘No, no, no way, no.’

‘You promised!’

‘WHY DO YOU WANT TO TAKE ME?’ you yelled. ‘Take Ginny Weasley or Cho or something.’

‘But I want to take you.’ He said.

‘Why?!’

‘Our deal did not include so many questions.’ Harry cut off. ‘You’re coming, that’s final.’

‘Oh, well, fine!’ you snarled, stomping off.

Damn your loyal arse.

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‘I look ridiculous.’ You remarked, looking in the mirror.

‘Nonsense, you look amazing!’ Hannah squealed. ‘I’m so jealous, I wish I could go too.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You muttered.

You were wearing a(n) F/C dress, complete with your H/C hair falling elegantly onto your shoulders.

‘Oh, I forgot to ask.’ Hannah spoke, ‘Who’s your date?’

‘You do not want to know the answer to that question.’ You said. ‘Believe me.’

Hannah shrugged. ‘You look hot! Have fun!’

You walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, waiting for your ‘date’ to come along.

‘Hurry up, Potter.’ You muttered.

As if on cue, a voice sounded behind you.

‘Someone say my name, Diggory?’

There he stood, in all his glory, Harry Potter, the Boy With a Large Smirk Plastered Across His Face.

‘Can you not do that?’ you whined.

‘What?’

‘That weird face.’ You spoke. ‘It’s annoying.’

‘My apologies. Shall we, m’lady?’ he offered you his arm in mock-kindness.

‘Of course.’ You played along, taking it.

‘Where is this positive energy when you threaten to break my arms almost ten 

times a day?’ he quizzed in amusement.

‘Shut up.’

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Boring.

That’s how you were feeling.

You desperately wished you hadn’t agreed to come to this stupid party.

Harry seemed to notice your gloomy mood.

‘What’s wrong?’ he whispered.

‘Look at this.’ You muttered in disgust. ‘Look at all of them, sapping over each other when they barely know the other.’

He laughed. ‘Wanna slip out?’

‘Where are we going to go?!’ you asked in exasperation.

‘I know somewhere.’

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‘The Astronomy Tower?’ you questioned.

‘I like coming here when I’m bored.’ Harry shrugged. ‘Looking at the stars calms me.’

You nodded, understanding.

‘Let’s... sit.’

You sat down as Harry copied you, settling down next to you.

‘This is nice.’ You remarked.

‘What is?’

‘Not having to fight with you.’ You explained as Harry laughed.

‘Maybe we just assume too much.’ He suggested, causing you to giggle.

It was a sound pleasant to Harry’s ears, and for some reason, he wanted to hear it again.

‘I never asked.’ He began. ‘And I’m sorry. How have you been, er, holding up?’

He didn’t need to explain, you understood.

‘I’m fine.’ You answered. ‘I do miss him, awfully so, but... nothing’s changed much.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean that it’s still the same.’ You explained. ‘Nobody comforts me. Nobody knows me as Y/N Diggory, my best friend or Y/N Diggory, the girl from Hufflepuff, none of that. I was always Y/N Diggory, Cedric Diggory’s stupid younger sister. And now I’m Y/N Diggory, the late Cedric Diggory’s mourning sister.’

‘Oh. That’s... well, at least you’ve got your parents.’ Harry mumbled.

You let out a mirthless laugh. ‘I’d trade places with you, then. See, it’s the same at home. I’m just... an extra waste of space. Even mum and dad preferred Cedric. I’m the useless one, you see. Next to their beautiful son Cedric, I was always second best. Y/N. Their second-born. The less talented one. The stupid one. The non-attractive one.’

Your voice cracked a bit at the end, but you composed yourself. ‘I’m being thick, you probably think I’m stupid.’

‘I don’t think you’re stupid.’ Harry muttered. ‘How come you never cry? Like Cho, I mean.’

‘Because I don’t want to appear weak for him.’ You sighed. ‘You see, as much everyone preferred Cedric over me, I still loved him. I loved him quite a lot, actually. He hated it when I cried. I remember once when we were young, Cedric fell out of a tree and hurt his leg so badly, I started crying because of how bad it looked. He didn’t have any of it. He always told me, ‘Whatever happens, Y/N/N, don’t cry. You’re strong. You’re tough. And I can’t bear seeing you in tears. If and when a day comes where you cry because of me, I swear I will never forgive myself.’ And there he was such an idiot. Put his name in the Goblet. Went along and got murdered by Voldemort, didn’t he?’

Harry didn’t speak, so you continued.

‘I just wonder.’ You whispered. ‘You know, if he’s watching us this very moment. Somewhere from up there.’

You gestured to the stars.

Your head was turned towards the sky, but Harry couldn’t stop staring at you.

‘And so I know.’ You said, ‘I know if I cry, he’s up there somewhere, feeling disappointed in me. I don’t need anymore of that. I’ve had enough of ‘Diggory’s sister Y/N’ and ‘The ugly one’ or ‘the useless one’ it’s maddening.’

‘I don’t think you’re useless.’ Harry whispered. ‘Nor ugly. And you always were Y/N Diggory to me.’

‘That’s a bit consoling.’ You mustered a weak smile. ‘Thanks.’

At that moment, a familiar smell made it’s way to your nose and you gasped.

‘Your hair.’ You shakily whispered. ‘It... it smells like fresh, muddy grass.’

‘Oh.’ Harry flushed. ‘Er, yeah, sorry, I had Quidditch earlier this evening.’

‘Oh my god.’ You muttered. ‘No way.’

‘What?’

‘If I tell you something, Potter.’ You began. ‘Don’t make fun of me.’

‘I would never.’

You swallowed. ‘I think...My Ammortentia smells like you...’

Harry didn’t speak.

‘Go ahead, laugh.’ You muttered, trying your best not to cry then and there. ‘Run away. Hex me or something.’

Harry couldn’t think straight.

Your delicious scent was ever-so inviting, the strawberries fresh in your newly shampooed hair.

His gaze kept unwillingly flickering to your soft-looking lips, covered in a light tint of cherry lip-gloss.

As the lips he was looking at pressed themselves into a think# line, his gaze shifted towards the rest of your face, and to his horror, you were crying.

‘No, no, no, no!’ he said quickly.

‘What?’ you hiccoughed a little, ‘Go ahead, call me names or just leave.’

‘No, Y/N!’ he pressed. ‘Don’t cry, no please. I didn’t mean... no, I was just thinking. I think my Ammortentia smelt like you too.’

You let out a tiny gasp.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, somehow, your lips had messily collided and were now moving in sync.

You brought out a hand and tangled it into Harry’s untameable hair as he softly caressed your cheek.

Both of you parted, lips swollen, gasping for breath.

‘Well...’ he began. ‘That was unexpected.’

[sweeethinny]

FIC COLLECTION

 First of all, I'd like to say that here are all my fics - at least the ones that I tagged correctly and managed to find - and since there are many, I had to put them all bellow the cut, I hope it gets better this way :) 

The fanfics with ** in front, are fanfics that I wrote recently

HP HEADCANON

HAPPY HOUR - HBP MISSING MOMENTS: One of Hinny's happy hours during HBP (T)

THE LAST MOMENT: What happened the day before Harry left - for the last time - with Dumbledore (M)

CHRISTMAS MAGIC: It's Hinny's first Christmas after the Battle, and they find a different way to celebrate (M) AO3

WHERE’S HARRY AND GINNY? :  Harry and Ginny have spent some time away, so when they finally have time alone, they enjoy it until the last moment. (M) AO3

**LAST NAME:  ‘I will be Mrs. Potter finally. You will no longer be the only Potter in the world. How do you feel about that? Ready to share your last name?’ (T) AO3

LAZY DAY: It's just a lazy day at the Potter house (G) 

**PETITE:  'I read in a gossip newspaper that said that you are too big for me.’ (G)

THROUGH OTHER EYES: We see them... but through other eye (T)

COMFORT: Harry was never hugged or comforted after a nightmare, so when one of the children asks for it, he doesn't quite know what to do. (G)

GREEN EYES: Ginny always wondered what was behind those green eyes. (G)

SUCCUMBING: Harry can't get his beautiful and creative wife out of his mind. (M)

THE FIRST TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he was going to be a dad. for the first time (G) THE SECOND TIME OF THREE: How Harry found out he would be a father a second time (G) THE THIRD TIME OF THREE:  How Harry found out he would be a father a third time (G) AO3

TELLING THE NEWS: Harry knows that now more than anything, he cannot die, not when he will become a father, and for that, he needs to tell Ron the news (G)

GIN-GIN IS THE BEST: Gin-Gin is the best godmother Teddy could have (T)

THE FIRST POTTER:  The first - of three - Potter babies to be born! (T)

**SKIN: Harry wanted to be able to show Ginny, through his eyes, how beautiful she is, and how all this insecurity with her body after giving birth to James is not necessary. Since he cannot do this, he tries in other ways. (T) AO3

**FEAR: 'Doesn’t it bother you?’ Ginny looked at him. 'Doesn’t it bother you to think that… that the world is so big and everything is so much bigger than James? That we are like two giants to him? Our garden must seem infinite through his eyes.’ (G)

JAMES AND HIS 15TH MONTH BIRTHDAY: Ginny is distraught when she realizes that her son will be 15 months old. The same age when Harry became an orphan (T)

THERE’S STILL A LOT OF SPACE: James Sirius is growing up, and Ginny wonders if there is still room for her, in his heart (G) (FLUFFFFF)

JAMES’S SICK: James is sick, and this is disturbing Harry's peace (G)

**GOLDEN DRESS:  'I feel like today is going to be different,’ Ginny promised, holding Harry’s hand and making him look at her. ‘And maybe we can do everything you wanted to do when you saw me in the gold dress for the first time?’ (T)

DEVIL IN DISGUISE: Ginny talks like an angel, walks like an angel, and acts like an angel. But Harry knows that she is the Devil in Disguise (T)

HARRY'S PROMOTION: “You know that if I’m getting this promotion, it’s thanks to you, don’t you?” (T)

**DISNEY: Draco and Astoria go to Disneyland, and Draco proves to be a man who doesn't like roller coasters (G) AO3

**THE COUPLE OF THE YEAR:  The two were arm in arm, walking in silence like two kings, without even seeming to notice that everyone stopped to watch them pass (G)

HAPPY B-DAY GINNY POTTER:  On Ginny's 39th birthday, she couldn't be happier to be alive. (G)

HARRY’S PENSIEVE: James S. travels through his father's saddest memories (T) (TRIGGERS FOR: DEPRESSION, DEATH, BLOOD, SELF-MUTILATION)

HARRY IT’S SUCH A GOOD FATHER: Harry can’t say no to his children, especially when they are bored (G)

MOM’S ADVICE: James has questions to ask, and who better than his mother to help him? (G) (cofcof my favorite by far cofcof)

BECAUSE IT’S THE GODFATHER’S JOB: Ron has a mission as a godfather, and he couldn't leave his godson helpless (T) PART II

I MUST NOT TELL LIES: Just a normal Potter day, when Lily Luna asked about Harry’s scar (G)

THE WORST / BEST BIRTHDAY: Some things have changed since he was 12 and lived with the Dursleys. Harry now has a family, and birthdays are not so lonely anymore (G) AO3

**INTIMATE PROBLEMS:  ‘Harry.’ Teddy cried when Harry opened the door to their room, still wearing his pajamas and looking sleepy. If it weren’t for the look of panic, he would have thought the boy was sleeping on his feet. ‘My balls hurt.’ (T)

TEDDY IS DISCOVERED: Bill can be an understanding and calm guy ... but that doesn’t include when his daughter is with someone hiding in the room (ted x victorie) (T)

HARRY IS THE BEST FATHER: Moments in the life of James and Harry, where Harry proved to be the best father (T)

STILL INTO YOU:  Some things just  make sense, and even after all this time I'm into you... Baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you (M)

ADVICES: James Sirius makes an urgent call with his father; he needs loving advice. (G) AO3

**MISTLETOE: How could he find his best friend beautiful? How was he capable of that? (G) (James Sirius x OC)

**I’M SORRY:  Mira was one of those fall that was worth it. (G) (James Sirius x OC)

**NO, I DON'T WANNA FALL IN LOVE: James Sirius faces his first broken heart (T) (James Sirius x OC)

**BAD NEWS: 'What happened?’ James asked.'The worst.’ Teddy said. ‘Vic is pregnant’ (T)

**KISSES: It felt so good to kiss him. Mira had already kissed other boys, and girls, but there was something about James that made him much better than everyone else (T) (James Sirius x OC)

JAMES IS DATING part 1 | 2:  “James is dating.” Harry said, no longer holding on to the secret, remembering non-stop the scene of his son kissing the blonde warmly, in the back of their house. (T) AO3

I’M SORRY  (Drastoria with a bit of Potters): Draco would do anything to see his son happy, even to apologize to ... someone. (G) (PART II)

GRADES: They are not at home when the bird arrives with James’ OWL grades.orJames Sirius is concerned about his future and the parents’ reaction to his idea (G) AO3

A PROTECTIVE FATHER: Harry is a concerned father, and when James decides to go to a party, he begins to doubt that that is the best option. (T)

ALBUS CAME OUT - PART I:  Albus has something to say to James. Or, the one where Albus comes out gay to his brother and they have a conversation about it (T)

**BROTHERS: Albus and James' relationship over the years (T)

PLEEEASE?: Lily Luna just wants to be with his older brother and his 'cool' friends. Who could judge her? (G)

**INSECURITIES AND LONELINESS:  Lily faces problems on her first year, problems that Ginny knows very well and knows that she will need to talk about - almost - everything about her own first year. Things are almost never easy in the beginning.(T) AO3

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HP AU

**JUST FRIENDS:  'Have you never been curious to know if you kiss well? Or if kissing a boy is different from kissing a girl?’  (T) (James x Sirius) AO3

EVEN AFTER THE END: They were alive. Right here, with Harry. Even after the end. (T)

IT’S CHRISTMAS!: It's Christmas and Harry can finally win the special gift that James kept so dearly (G)

**MUM: ‘Place your hand in mine,’ Lily said softly, ‘please hold my hand.’ (T) AO3

SIRIUS IS IN LOVE: "Do you always look at others like that?" (G)

NOBODY BUT YOU: For Sirius, at that moment, nothing the world exists but Hestia (M) 

ALL ABOUT LOVE (SIRIUS X HESTIA): Sirius is this guy that everyone thinks kisses everyone, when in fact he is much more reserved and is afraid to connect with people. But then, when he starts going out with Hestia, he feels the happiest guy for the first time in ages (T)

DRUNK IN LOVE: ‘’I’m going to declare myself to her!’’ “You are drunk!”  “Is there a better time than now?’’ (Jily + Sirius x Hestia) (T)

**ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS:  'I was the one who told him to be the secret keeper.’ Sirius sighed, his eyes watering, hugging her back and this time he hid his face in her chest. 'If they had died… Because of me.’ (Hestia x Sirius) (M)

BETTER THAN FIREWHISKY: What if Harry had realized that he loved Ginny in book five? (T)

FINALLY ALONE:  ’You’re a big mama’s boy, aren’t you?“ She laughed. ‘’Lily taught you the rules well, thankfully you have me and I’m more than willing to distort you.’ (T)

TRICK OR TREAT, SWEETIE? : Halloween Special - Hinny faces a very unusual - and scary - situation on the night of the 31st (T)

WE WERE LISTENING TO THE WEEKND AND I HAD TO ASK YOU TO MARRY ME: There are things that need to be said at that moment (T)

**THE NUTCRACKER: All Harry wanted to do was take his daughter to watch The Nutcracker, but he didn't expect one of the dancers to mess with him so much. (T) AO3 

**BOSS’S SON: Ginny is an auror in training, with few hours of fun in her schedule, but when one night she decides to go to a guy’s house and enjoy her youth, she is surprised by the discovery that she had sex with her boss’s son (T) AO3

**HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!:  Happy birthday to the woman who deserves all the happiness in the world. And for that, here’s an au where Jily lives, and Lily can celebrate her 61st birthday with her grandchildren and the whole family (G) (FLUUUUUF)

** HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRONGS!: ‘Now who’s the old here?’ ‘It’s still you, Lils, you’re older than me… I’m like wine, every year better.’ Happy birthday my boy! (G) 

REPUTATION:  Harry and Ginny don't have the best reputations, which is exactly why the two get along so well. (M)

AO3 | 1 |  2 |  3 |  4 | 5 | 6 | 7

YOU’RE THE RIGHT ONE:  James discovers that some friendships can be something more. He just doesn't know how to handle it all.  (next gen hp) (M) AO3 | 1 | 2 |

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY:  Harry would let her end her life without even complaining (T)

EASY:  “Easy” by Camilla Cabelo (T) PART II (T)

THE ONE:  Because when Harry realizes that Ginny is The One, he needs to do something about it. Even if it is risky, because his godfather always alerts him; “What is a life without a little risk?” (T) 1 | 2

THE DUKE:  Some time ago a prophecy was made, one that said about two powerful and strong souls who would be able to defeat even the strongest of wizards, bringing peace that the Wizarding World has not seen for centuries. But for that to happen, they would have to be entwined through marriage. Everything was going well, the children were born healthy and were promised to each other, until one of them was kidnapped. (M) AO3 | FF.NET. | SIYE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | **8

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JILYTOBER

JILYTOBER: Trapped in a broom closet (T)

JILYTOBER: Lily denying she fancies James (T)

JILYTOBER: Jily first kiss (T) (part two of the prompt where Lily denying she likes James)

JILYTOBER: At a Quidditch Match (G)

JILYTOBER: [text] [2AM] “I’m here. Come outside” (M for just a small detail that no longer has T)

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PROMPT

PROMPT JILY:  With your fantastic ability to get into trouble, it doesn’t shock me to find you here (T)

PROMPT JILY:  This is a shitty idea, do you want my help? (G)

PROMPT JILY: I want more than all of this, I want longer than forever with you. I just wanna love you. And take you on dates. And fuck you. And hug you (T)

PROMPT JILY: Simply Jily Muggle, and big declarations of love - and a runaway bride (G)

PROMPT JILY:  Banana pancakes by jack johnson (G)

PROMPT JILY:  Just… just talk to me. Please (T)

PROMPT ROMIONE: Sleep, I promise tomorrow will be better (G)

PROMPT SIRIUS x HESTIA:  Hestia realizes there’s more to Sirius than just a bad boy image (T)

PROMPT SIRIUS X HESTIA: Sirius/ Hestia as a couple in hogwarts (T)

PROMPT SIRIUS x HESTIA: Sirius and Hestia during the years at Hogwarts (T)

**PROMPT SIRIUS X HESTA: Closing his eyes and hiding under the cover like a child, Sirius allowed himself to be miserable. It was horrible to like someone, he thought, he would rather die than have to feel it again. (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  I actually wanted to get your number…(G)

PROMPT HINNY: Do you always stare at others like that? (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  A new caffe has been opened near his house and Harry is besotted with the red headed barista (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ginny thinks they’re doing a great job keeping their house plants alive but actually, Harry has secretly replaced them with identical-looking fake plants so Ginny can’t kill them (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Kissing in a vehicle for lust (T) (with mild mentions of sex)

PROMPT HINNY:  This is definitely not my most attractive moment, but I promise I really am fit (M)

PROMPT HINNY:  (plus Romione) Let me explain. I was bored and you left me alone. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  What Ginny would smell in her Amortentia. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ootp Sirius accidentally stumbles upon Harry and Ginny talking and accidentally thinking that it’s Lily and James (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry and Ginny come into the common room after quidditch practice and Ginny’s trying to make a bet with Harry that she can do a certain trick/trickshot in their next quidditch match (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Lily, James and Sirius react to hinny first kiss in the after life (G) 

PROMPT HINNY/JILY:  Hinny in an au where Jily and Sirius are alive (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Cho being jealous of Hinny in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny being jealous of Cho in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: How far did Harry and Ginny go in Half Blood prince? (M)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry and Ginny talk about their relationship after the Battle of Hogwarts (M)

PROMPT HINNY: Harry watching Ginny’s first league match (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Kissing in the rain after a declaration of love (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Jily were alive and James finding out that his daughter in law got a contract to be a professional quidditch player (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Please don’t die … If you die, I swear I will hunt you down in hell and bring you back (M) (For reasons of having description of blood and injuries)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ginny was a woman who kept her cool, at least most of the time, but sometimes her Weasley blood boiled like a bubbling cauldron, and when that happened, she felt out of control and took the least rational attitude of all time. And that was how Petunia was attacked by a Bat-Bogey Hex as soon as she opened the door to the house. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get my drink and leave you alone in your bad mood. I’m sure you’ll find someone better than me /  you have 5 seconds to get off me (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Hinny kissing in a bar because they missing each other (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry winning Witch Weekly’s sexiest wizard alive (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  The first time Harry is called dad (G) (fluffffffff)

PROMPT HINNY:  Hinny taking 6 years old teddy to a Disneyland (G) (highly fluff)

PROMPT HINNY: Hinny and Teddy wearing matching costumes on Halloween (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Ginny's last days pregnant (G)

**PROMPT HINNY: Ron watches Harry and Ginny being new parents (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry and Ginny enroll their kids into a muggle Primary school the kids have a science fair, Harry helps them with it, Ginny and Arthur just being embarrassing muggle fanatics (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Have you ever died? I did a few times, it was actually quiet painful but you know what they say, no pain, no gain. (G)

**PROMPT HINNY:  He and Harry had a fight last week... James said he didn’t like him anymore.’’ Ginny looked at her mother, looking a little sadder now. ‘’Harry cried.’ (G)

PROMPT HINNY: You’re safe now. I’m with you (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Hinny dropping off James Sirius for his first year at Hogwarts (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  The boys and their dad vs Ginny and little Luna over having a sleepover with her guy friends (G) 

PROMPT HINNY: Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? (T)

PROMPT HINNY: Dudley reviewing Harry - now, with his own family - for the first time in a few years (G) PART II 

PROMPT HINNY: Blaise's son and Lily Luna start to date, and the Potter family doesn't handle the news very well (G)

PROMPT DRASTORIA:  Death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu for Drastoria (T)

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Outburst- Sirius Black x reader

Prompt: “I'm in love with you! Is that what you wanna hear?”

word count: 1506

A/n: Hihi! This is my first full fic so id love your feedback!, Requests are open as always. Thank u :)

It fucking sucked. Your best friend, Sirius had been ignoring you all week, most days you where practically attached at the hip, inseparable and content. But one day, out of the blue, he started ignoring you, like what the fuck? Being close with the marauders since first year, you tried to ask them what was up with him, but all you received was a chorus of ‘i dunno’s . It was utterly frustrating to be honest, and it honestly hurt. You'd been crushing on him since second year, in love since third. It was hard, keeping the biggest secret from your best friend for the last four years, but you couldn't tell him, tell notorious playboy Sirius Black, that you've been in love with him since he had cheered you up with endless jokes and stories that one night you'd been crying in the hallway all those years go. It was impossible, if you told him you'd loose him, fuck up your friendship and be alone again, but if you didn't tell him, you'd be stuck, crushed under the weight of your love while he goes rendezvousing with some 6th year. You couldn't live with him and you couldn't live without him. You where undeniably, irrevocably in love with him and he hadn't the faintest idea. But today you where determined to find out why he had been avoiding you, all the moving seats away from you in classes, the avoiding you in the great hall, the library, the common room, what was it all for?

So the next day you woke up, you where on a mission, You stretched and yawned, sitting up in your bed, looking at your picture of the marauders and you, you started to get ready for the day, you where on a mission. You mentally checked your timetable, for what lessons you had with Sirius, Herbology, DADA, and care of magical creatures. Perfect Care of magical creatures was the last lesson of the day and he couldn't possibly avoid you. So your day went along, slowly may I add. Herbology, divination, DADA, muggle studies, alchemy, Sirius desperately trying to avoid your burning glare through your shared lessons, which was pretty hard. Lily had come up to you during Herbology, to ask what was up with you and Sirius, knowing you two where never out of each others sight, but you couldn't exactly give her a solid answer. Then you saw something in her eyes, a little glint of something.

“Ahhhh righttttt.” She dragged on.

“what is it lils? Do you know something? Did James tell you something? Why that slimy git!” You quickly perked up. Although you didn't miss the blush that crept on her pale face at the mention of James.

She quickly shook her head “Nope, just heard a little something through the grape vine.” She smirked.

“I swear to merlin lils if you don't tell me ill strangle you with that grape vine!”

“Ah ah ah, all in due time, peaches.” You smirked and saddened at the thought of where the nickname came from. Your very classy best friends, the marauders, well mostly James, decided it would be a great idea for you to flash the whole school your underwear. A cute set with peaches on them. Sirius stopped them after a few seconds, citing it was a bit insensitive, and he would do it to lily if James tried that again, but you didn't miss Sirius’ little whisper, ‘they do look cute doll’, You smiled, you and Sirius had always been like that, flirty. It broke your heart every time because you knew he didn't mean it. You huffed.

“Fine, lils but if I don't find out soon I will blow my lid”

She smiled, shook her head and started to walk away, she turned “You'll be blowing more then that when you find out”

what was she possibly on about?

The conversation lingered in your mind for a dew hours after, a strange strange woman she was, but you could see why James was in love with her, You longed for something like that. Care of magical creatures finally rolled around, you'd been anxious all lesson, dreading and anticipating your chat with Sirius. Classes with professor Kettleburn where always exciting, I mean the man was missing half of his limbs, for god sake. Although it passed by fairly quickly, your nerves went up and up. The end of the class came and you saw Sirius make a dash back to the castle, obviously not wanting to speak to you, the marauders drawled slowly behind, talking about whatever.

“Sirius! Sirius!” You shouted, but he just quickened his pace. As you neared the whomping willow, you quickly ran up to him, pushed him against the tree, and stuck your wand at his neck. “Why wont you talk to me?”

James, Peter and Remus quietly made a bet as the scene unfolded. “ Bets on that he’ll choke” James clearly had a lot of faith in his friend.

“I don't think he’ll tell her” Peter squeaked. Thanks man.

“Nah, he’ll tell her” At least someone believed in his friend.

“Alright 5 galleons he chokes?” James challenged.

“Bet”

“I have no clue what your talking about” Sirius said offhandedly.

You removed your wand from his neck, you where not playing this game.

“You know what im talking about, You've avoided me this entire week. Practically attached at the hip for the Last 6 years and now! Now is the time you deicide you've had enough. What is it Sirius? What are you running from? What's got Hogwarts stone faced, witty, playboy so down? Why wont you fucking talk to me?” You belted, not caring who would hear. He grew angrier from each word you spoke, until he stood his full ground, shoulders squared, looking hurt and angry.

“’m in love with you! Is that what you wanna hear?”

That's when it hit you, he couldn't, He's Sirius black, playboy extraordinaire, he couldn't possibly love you.

“Sirius…”

“What? That-that iv'e been in love with you since I saw you in first year, that my heart aches every time I see you because I know you don't feel the same, that I have to sleep with every girl under the sun to try to forget that you couldn't possibly love a man like me. You wanna hear how I notice how angelic you look in the morning, even after crashing in my bed from exhaustion? How every morning you look at the picture of us and the marauders you have on your night stand because “you always want to begin the day with your best friends” on the off chance you don't see one of us today? Or the fact that since the day ive met you ive never seen you wear a single pair of matching socks because your superstitious and their lucky? How you have books practically falling out of your dorm its that jam packed, because you want to read every book ever created? How you look so perfect without even trying? Even when you've been swimming, or not slept in days, or haven't showered in a week, even then you look unbelievably perfect I wonder what we did to deserve you being friends with us? I wonder what I did to have someone as perfect as you in my life? Huh? How ill never have a chance with you because of how undeniably perfect you are? How you deserve someone smart like Remus, or sporty like James? Someone who you would undeniably be perfect with? But they're not in love with you, I am! And as much as you don't feel the same I really hope this doesn't ruin our fucking friendship just because im fucking in love wit you!”

By the end of his speech he looked so exhausted, like the weight of the world had just been lifted off of his shoulders, while you just stood there, dumbfounded. The boy you've been head over heels for since 2nd year liked you back. You just stared, stared and stared. You where left absolutely speechless. He took that as a bad sign, a tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to walk away, muttering a quiet ‘that's what I thought’.

You had to do something, anything before he walked away. So, you ran up to him and pulled him down for what had to be on of The Most Passionate Kisses In The History Of Kisses ©. Its like all the emotion over the past 6 years had been poured into the kiss, only to be broken apart by hearing your friends dry heaving in the background, you shot them a death glare and turned back to Sirius, who had the most lovestruck look on his face.

“So, you feel the same?” He smiled.

“Of course I do, dummy” You two where so enthralled in each other you missed Peter and James each slipping 5 galleons into Remus’ hand with disgruntled looks on their faces while he just smirked

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JNPR Berries Week 2020

Day 6: Alternate Universe

Okay guys i hate aus and i always avoid au days for ship weeks but i actually have so many Pyrrha Lives/Fall Maiden!Pyrrha AUs and i got carried away i wrote almost 2k in bullet points

@jnprberriesweek

After Fall of Beacon Pyrrha has two options: 1) enroll at Haven with JNPR and continue to chase her Huntress dreams while paparazzi continue to make most things she does public, indirectly informing Salem where she is at all times. 2) drop off the face off the Earth both to avoid Salem/Cinder and to continue the Fall Maiden's job

Pyrrha being Pyrrha (self-sacrificing) goes with option 2

JNR decides there’s no way they’re going to let (a freshly discharged) Pyrrha go running into unknown with no friends or backup

She’s worried about putting them in danger (even though that’s the Hunter job description) but Goodwitch reminds her that she’s only at half power so she should accept the extra protection, and friends since she’s about to leave her whole life behind to live as a nomad which makes making friendships difficult to create and maintain

(Pyrrha doesn’t mention that she’s pretty sure she sees all of them in the more romantic light)

JNR help Pyrrha change her whole appearance. Which is very important since she’s also famous

She looses her iconic armor and has to leave her weapons behind

JNR tries to convince her to cut her hair but she’s worried about not being pretty

Jaune unhelpfully reminds her that that’s probably a good thing considering they’re trying to make her as non-noticeable as possible (poor boy just meant she’s so pretty already she'll probably never be able to blend into the background of any crowd)

Ren is actually the one who has to go "Pyrrha you’re gorgeous shorter hair isn’t gonna change that at all"

Then Ren goes "look at Nora she has short hair and she’s stunning for all we know you’ll look even better with short hair"

Pyrrha and Nora are practically speechless because Ren thinks they’re beautiful

Pyrrha is like okay but I won’t let you cut it any shorter than here (gestures to mid-chest level). (JNR tries not to look at her boobs)

Nora then tries to get her to dye it. Pyrrha holds out

JNR end up in Vol 4 outfits

Pyrrha makes the difficult choice of deciding to fake her death. She makes sure her friends (she unfortunately is unable to contact Blake or Weiss) and family still know she’s alive (but they still grieve her as if she’s dead. They most likely will never see her again. The only ones likely are her parents) but to the world Pyrrha Nikos is dead, killed in the Beacon Massacre

JNPR sets off through Vale (Fall Maiden's territory)

Pyrrha has a hastily made vaguely similar weapons to her last set. She may be a professional but she’s a professional with her chosen weapons and semblance, not most other weapons

JNR sees how Pyrrha dies inside every time a little kid or random citizen tells her "did you know you look a lot like Pyrrha Nikos?"

Pyrrha is also now getting hit on without her celebrity pedestal to keep people at bay

The first few times its truly pathetic how Pyrrha responds

JNR doesn’t intervene because they remember how sad she was about no one asking her to the dance

What JNR thinks is they’re coming into rescue her only occasionally. The truth is Pyrrha is getting rescued every time by a different member and lots of times one of them will step in before anyone even approaches her

Most of the time she’s happy one of them intervened

Some times she’s mad that no one will let her handle this herself (no one has realized that yet)

A lot of the time she feels all warm and fuzzy because for a few moments she gets to pretend. She’s given a free pass to slow dance with Nora, or to lean into Ren when he puts a arm around her waist, or get away with kissing Jaune on the cheek

(JNR are also very happy when they get these excuses.)

Jaune typically intervenes because he’s a nice guy and watching Pyrrha flounder is horrible. Ren and Nora always intervene because they’re either being protective or jealous (Ren has perfected the evil eye. People will back off before they even finished crossing the room)

They almost always camp out but when they stay in town they usually share beds to save money

Originally they were doing girls in one bed boys in the other but Nora is the whole kicking, sprawling, blanket snatching package so they typically pull straws on who gets to share with her

Sometimes even her bed buddy will leave in the middle of the night and see if they can squeeze in with the other two

On the other hand Jaune drools, Ren sleeps like a vampire, and Pyrrha snores

With Pyrrha, Jaune, and Ren all pushing six feet whenever two of them pair up touching is unavoidable

Most of the time everyone but Nora (who can fall asleep instantly) stay up freaking out about being so close to their crush. Ren actually freaked so much the first time he moved to the floor and activated his semblance just so he could sleep

Pyrrha is a side sleeper so she always ends up tangling her legs with her bed buddy. She’s always embarrassed but tries to stay in that position as long as she can (its the only selfish thing she allows herself)

Winter however quickly forced JNPR to start sharing sleeping bags

They always zip both bags together but all decided spooning is the way to go after too many cold nights. They also bought a tent just big enough for the four of them in order to trap escaping body heat

Jaune is dying from so much close contact. Was it not bad enough he has to see all of his (recently discovered) crushes get changed twice every single day? Was accidentally seeing Nora's abs and walking into a door frame in Beacon not enough?

Nora and Pyrrha on the other hand are loving it (when its not absolutely freezing)

Ren has caught all three of them arguing over who gets to sleep with him that night several times. Apparently he’s the best big spoon

A pack mule joke turns into them actually looking into getting one

Originally they wanted a horse, but when they actually were looking they ran into the problem of 1) its too tall for Nora to pack the bags 2) horses are massive and JNPR quickly realize they're scared of them

So that leaves either a pony, donkey, hinny, small mule, or llama

They end up with a donkey and name her Betty. Nora wanted "Bessie" but Ren refused to give in on the basis that she’s a donkey and not a cow

They also take this opportunity to purchase more bulkier items that would make their life more comfortable that they were unable to carry by themselves before (tents, pots and pans, extra shoes, more jackets, books)

They're over a year in when Ren of all people gets high and talks about his feelings

He thinks he’s talking to Betty but really he’s been talking to a tree stump for the last hour

He got high by taste-testing the mushrooms he was cooking

The team came back from getting firewood and unpacking Betty to find him laying in the mud giggling at the sky with their questionable mushrooms burning on the fire. It was pretty clear what happened

JNP have been making sure he wont hurt himself but mainly they’re enjoying the show

"Psst Betty. Betty. You wanna hear a secret?" JNP lean in "I’ve managed to fall in love with my entire team. You can’t tell anyone though. I don’t think I’ll ever tell them either. Im not good with feelings, and that would probably make me a terrible boyfriend"

He then goes on about what he likes about each person. He goes off on a tangent about someone’s eyes for seven minutes. He talks about his favorite facial expressions everyone makes and the best parts of their personality. Nora's been red for awhile now, Jaune is leaning so far forward Pyrrha's worried he’s gonna catch on fire, and Pyrrha is actually tearing up

He says how he feels guilty whenever he cuts in on whoever is moving in on Pyrrha, that he feels guilty about being jealous but also about sending someone away when he knows Pyrrha wants that experience, and how he doesn’t realize he’s already moved in to stop the person until they’re walking away

That he feels like he could mess up everything he has with Nora, not by going into a relationship with her but by being unable to open up any more emotionally than he is now which he knows she'll expect (they’ve talked about being “together-together” before)

He laughingly mentions that one time Pyrrha said she wanted a guy taller than her because Ren gets it now because when he’s bunking with Jaune in the winter he’s found he really likes being held by someone taller than him

Ren then goes "oh no. No no no its bad enough I’m talking about my feelings out loud I’m not going to tell you who has the best ass. Aren’t donkey's also called asses? What’s it like being a donkey?" And everyone is laughing

Pyrrha is the first to break after they fall back into listening. She looks at the fire the whole time. She admits she feels the same way about all of them, that she also planned on never saying anything.

Then Jaune pipes in that he just figured it out for himself pretty recently. That at first he was worried it was either teenage hormones or that he was reacting to a vastly shrunk dating pool and therefore the feelings weren’t real. (Unlike Ren and Pyrrha his feelings didn’t begin romantic and then expand his started sexual until realized what he thought was strong platonic feelings might actually be romantic)

Nora is still red with her hands over her face but eventually she says that she’s been attracted to all of them since team JNPR formed and "since we all clearly feel the same way about each other can we stop with the super embarrassing love confessions and makeout already"

When Ren wakes up that morning he remembers very little since he doesn’t know what were dreams and what were hallucinations. He has a dehydration headache and rolls over but Pyrrha sees he’s awake and she comes sits next to him. Ren doesn’t uncurl until she started playing with his hair. "How much of last night do you remember?" "Mostly just colors." "Ummm okay. Remember anything anyone said?" "I think I had a conversation with Jaune about rocks." "That was to Nora actually. But you did think she was Jaune." "Mmhm." "So last night there was a development, but since you were high I wanna ask you again now that you're sober." "Okay." "So ummm, we're kinda all dating now? But if you wanna back out now that you're sober you totally can." "What do you mean by 'kinda all'?" "All four of us." "And you all want to date me?" "Yeah, you don’t remember all the love confessions that happened last night." "Oh. Did my rock conversation interrupt all that?" "No. You actually confessed first." "I WHAT."

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The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 5

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

4 Months Pregnant

“I need customized stickers that say Baby On Board for my purple Lamborghini and the other cars I drive,” The Joker growls at his own idea whilst sharing it with the person fulfilling his wacko trades: Franco Rossi, the leader of best underground supply chain in Gotham.

“When would you like them ready Mister J? After Y/N gives birth?”

“Nope! Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?...” Franco hesitantly inquiries about the sudden emergency since he can’t understand why The King of Gotham demands them so fast.

The Joker hates explaining yet certain people are obtuse thus they necessitate enlightenment.

“Y/N’s pregnant: when she gets in a car, the baby is also. Baby on board! Hello??” the father-to-be loses his temper.

Who can argue with The Joker’s logic? Nobody. It sort of makes sense anyway.

“Of course, Mister J. I’ll have them ready. If you drop by after 6pm, I’ll have your guns ready too.”

“Perfect!” the Joker hangs up among the ruckus coming from the office near the kitchen: sounds of shattered objects and yelling alert Richard aka Panda you’re at it again. He nonchalantly passes by in order to deliver the items to The Clown.  

“Your drinks Mister J,” he gives one cup with Starbucks caramel latte to his boss and the other is placed on the table. Why does your boyfriend require 2 identical containers? It won’t take long to solve the mystery.

“Are the lids glued?”

Strange question but there’s a purpose in it.

“Yes sir. How is she doing?”

“She’s hormonal: breaking things makes her feel better which reminds me we have to hoard porcelain objects for her to wreck. NO glass!”

“Sure, I’ll tell the crew,” Richard leaves the kitchen while texting Frost. “Hulk needs more to smash,” he types the code name they gave you in the last weeks although The King knows about it: J’s the one that came up with it.

“Hey Pumpkin,” you are greeted as soon as you pop up from the office. “How’d it go?” he scrolls down on his phone and takes a sip of hot liquid.

“Ugghh!” a frustrated Y/N swings the yellow teddy bear The Joker stole for her on their first date, hitting his hand in the process. The drink flies near the fridge and splatters on the floor with minimal damage: only a tiny puddle instead of a disaster, that’s why the lids are glued.

Safety measure for The Queen’s unpredictability.

J grabs his reserve cup of coffee, paying attention now hence he dodges your renewed attack and keeps his coffee intact.

That’s why his drinks have the lids glued, in case you catch him off guard the second time it will result in negligible destruction.

It happened before.

“I don’t think so Princess,” The Joker strong grip on the container calms you a bit because you won’t be able to win this round. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you pout and sit in his lap.

“I bet the baby is,” the secret weapon is unleashed: J discovered such a gem by accident and it works like a charm. How can Y/N say “no” if the baby is involved? She can’t.

A plate filled with a bunch of your favorite breakfast food is placed in front of you and strangely enough you’re instantly hungry.

“Extra bacon,” he purrs. “Plus chocolate dip and honey mustard for your pickled cherries. I added peanut butter olives as a bonus.”

In your defense, you’ve been having weird cravings lately.

You place the toy on the chair nearby and start eating, ogling a Joker texting back and forth with his business partners. He chews the morsel you just offered and shivers: waffle dipped in clam juice is disgusting. Maybe he should look at the food you shove in his mouth.

“Gross,” J washes the terrible taste with coffee and gets a kiss for encouragement, yet he’s aware of the connotations. Another kiss confirms it.

Let’s put it this way: besides the hormonal episodes and food demands, The Queen has had a fresh type of craving recently - The Joker kind.

More than usually.

That’s why he has to clear it up.

“I’m flattered for being the center of attention; we gotta keep in mind that contrary to the popular belief, I don’t have unlimited stamina, Pumpkin.”

You nod in agreement and unbutton his pants, then unzip them also.

“Y/N, pay attention!” J insists since you don’t give a damn about his woes. “Think about it as a two way street: The Joker Street and I Want To Break Things Street. Are you with me so far?” he double checks.

Why is he yapping so much??! I guess you should make an effort to comprehend: he’s even doodling patterns on his phone to emphasize the speech.

“When you get hormonal, Princess, let’s try and walk on the I Want To Break Things Street instead of The Joker Street, hm? The Joker Street is sometimes closed for repairs until further announcement.”

OK, OK, this is a lecture. Something about a Joker Street, he seems upset he doesn’t have one…?... Right?...

If you were him, you would be pissed Gotham didn’t name a street in your honor when you’re so important for the town.

Another peck on his neck, then your lips go down his collar bone.

“You’re not paying attention, are you?” J mutters when it’s clear his shirt won’t remain on his body for too long.

“I am,” you defend yourself.

“Oh yeah? What did I say then?”

“Ummm…” you try to piece together words among estrogen taking over. “No Joker Street?...”

“Bingo, that’s it Princess! No Joker Street, correct! Choose the other street, yes?”

This time he kisses you, excited his idea was well received when in fact, both parties are referring to unrelated concepts.

“Wait,” J dodges your touch, “Richard is calling.”

Because he’s on the phone ignoring Y/N, she is ensuring a nice surprise for later; concentrating to the maximum to avoid misspelling, the following message is sent to Franco Rossi from her cell:

“Make a landmark sign that says Joker Street.”

The King’s conversation is prolonged more than anticipated until he discerns you’re not wiggling: you feel asleep, softly snoring on his shoulder and he definitely can’t afford to wake you up.

The doctors said your body is trying to cope with the pregnancy the best way it can: if you doze off at random hours it means you ran out of fuel and you should rest. After cheating death and surviving the accident, the future mother is at high risk of serious complications which is why each day could lead to unforeseen problems.

The Joker rises from the chair holding you in his arms and after a few steps he realizes it’s difficult to walk: thanks to his unbuttoned and unzipped pants, they keep sliding lower and lower. There’s no way he will make it upstairs so maybe the sofa in the living room is the best option. He almost trips thus he begins to drag his feet on the carpet, the pants at knee level now.

“I’m reduced to a piece of meat,” J grumbles, finally making it to the couch and placing Y/N on it so she can have her power nap.

*************

6:02pm

You accompanied The King to a meeting with Seraphim, the best hacker/strategist J uses: they’ve been plotting for a while concerning D.A. Kevin Winchester. The politician is becoming a huge pain in the butt for Gotham’s underworld and something must be done; either annihilation or blackmail, it truly doesn’t matter since he’s bad for business. Due to a total lack of interest in the subject, you are exploring the surroundings quite angry The Joker dragged you here.

Luckily there’s stuff to do.

Bam! you punch the fragile glass sculpture and it splinters into a million pieces on the lavish marble floor.

Seraphim jumps at the noise, immediately recognizing his beloved possession:

“That’s…,” he gulps, appalled. “That’s a Vitriol!”

Yup, the one and only Degas Vitriol, the latest sensation taking the art universe by storm.

“She’s hormonal,” J sneers. “She breaks shit!”

“That’s valued at 150,000 dollars!” the hacker breaths in much needed oxygen regarding the atrocity unfolding at his hideout.

“So??!!” your boyfriend sucks on his teeth, irritated. “Serves you right for buying that asshole’s artsy fartsy crap!”

The Joker actually has 4 Vitriol masterpieces at the mansion yet you were strictly forbidden to destroy them, alas he gave you the office for your rampages.

You continue your exploration as they talk about God knows what until you perceive an alarming detail: Seraphim is literally screaming having a gun pointed at J.

You sneak behind him then in a split second you strike the pistol out of his hand and your fist lands on his temple with such brutality it knocks him out unconscious.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N???” The Clown hisses at your erratic behavior.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing??!!!” he repeats, annoyed.

“S-saving  you…,” you stutter, confused on why J is mad. “He was yelling and…mmm, had a gun,” you wince in pain because your knuckles hurt from the impact.

“The guy’s half deaf and sometimes he raises his voice without noticing, or did you forget??!! Now I have to wait until he comes to his senses and that’s a waste of my time, Y/N!!! Seraphim wasn’t threatening me, he was showing me his newest collectible!!! I suppose someone with half a brain can’t acknowledge the mess they’ve created!!!”

A lot of accusations thrown your way still… the last sentence brings tears in your eyes.

“I…” you bite your lower lip. “…I don’t have half of brain…”

“Wanna bet??” The Joker bites more instead of leveling with your logic: you though he was in danger and took action. If it was a real emergency, yes, you would have been the hero; it’s not and apparently he can’t appreciate your fast intervention in these circumstances.

“Y-you’re stupid…” you whisper, frustrated. “You don’t understand anything…”

Here it is -- the cataclysmic event of the century: someone called The Joker stupid. He’s beyond outraged with nothing better to utter besides a very childish:

“You’re stupid!”

Y/N turns around and stomps out of the house leaving a trail of destruction outside: she slaps the bottled water out of The Shark’s hand, kicks Panda’s shin and snatches Frost’s donut basically inhaling the sweet treat.

“I want to go h-home!!” you shout and enter the first vehicle you see, slamming the door so hard the window on the passenger side cracks.

“Jesus…” Jonny mumbles and being the sensible man that he is you are offered the whole box of pastries he purchased for his family. He can acquire more, but there’s no way in hell he wants to endure Y/N in the state she’s in.

Gotta keep Hulk calm somehow…

**************

3 Hours Afterwards

You sulk when The Joker strolls in the master bathroom frantically searching the cabinets.

“Did you see my shaver?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“Did you see my shaver?”

“I…I wouldn’t know. I only have half a brain,” the surprisingly eloquent phrase queues J his woman is holding a grudge for his earlier statement. Why wouldn’t she? He was a complete jerk.

At least you didn’t catch on to the obvious: The King of Gotham doesn’t own a shaver; hair just grows on his head.  

He glimpses at Y/N soaking in the bathtub with a kid’s book in her left hand and the right hand fingers sunk into a bowl filled with ice placed at the edge of the Jacuzzi. The Joker leans over and switches your book since it’s upside down.

You huff at the unwanted help and stare at the pictures expecting he’ll look for his shaver and disappear.

You’re not that fortunate today.

“Imagine my surprise when I drove the main alley and detected a sign that says The Joker Street,” he brings up the topic.

Franco Rossi was super-efficient …sadly you ordered the item before J ran his mouth at the hacker’s place, otherwise you wouldn’t care he wants a street with his name.

“You said no… no Joker Street,” you stammer. “Now you have one,” the bitter tone makes him roll his eyes: Y/N’s brain got what it could from his monologue, he should have known better than to make it complicated.

“Excellent…” The King starts rubbing your tummy, “… precisely what I was aiming for. I’m washing the baby, not you!” he underlines when you move farther from him.

You scrunch your face displeased but let him do it because it’s for the baby.

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N gives him a cold gaze. “U-using the baby… I’m not stupid!”

Busted, The Joker thinks. The schemer in him won’t accept defeat though.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Yes you did!”

“You said it first!!!” he reckons, antagonized. “Therefore two stupid people put together gotta make up for a smart one!!’

“I… I don’t wanna make out…” you frown at his suggestion.

The Joker sighs, deciding not to correct the trajectory of your judgement; it sure sounds like an opportunity.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired and…and I h-hate you,” your heavy eyelids close.

“Both viable reasons, even if I have to admit you striking Seraphim like that got me quite worked up. He’s no small fry! I had to wait for one hour for him to recover; you got a mean punch, woman! The more I reflect on it, the hornier I get. Which reminds me, Pumpkin: guess what?... … … I’m hormonal too.”

No answer, Pumpkin’s out.

“Of course nobody gives a damn if I’m hormonal!” he complaints while grabbing you from the bathtub. You cling to him for a few moments prior to drifting back into your dreams.

“Thanks for getting me all wet,” J snarls at the cruel reality of having his favorite Prada suit ruined.

“You…you’re welcome…” his Queen replies in her sleep, somehow her mind clutching to reality amidst pure relaxation.

This is what two hormonal individuals are reduced to: one’s dozing off, the other is suffering in silence, although being the proud owner of the tiniest road in Gotham compensates for the mishap.

It’s a two way street.

 Also read: Masterlist

You can also follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho. 

[doctorgerth]

BEFORE PROCEEDING, PLEASE KNOW THAT THE BOX DOES NOT OPEN FOR ANOTHER 45 MINUTES (3:00 PM US Central Time)! THIS IS ONLY THE INFORMATION POST. ALL ASKS SENT BEFORE 3:00 PM WILL BE DELETED.

Thank you. :-)

❣️ Welcome to the Valentine’s Day event❣️

What is allowed:

Fluff ✅

Light NSFW ✅

Platonic ✅

Modern AU ✅

Please do not send:

Angst ❌

Heavy NSFW ❌

Other AUs ❌

Yandere ❌

Ships ❌

Polyamory ❌

For further information, please refer to my rules here. I also want to clarify that I am NOT against writing polyamory, but for the sake of this event, I will not be taking it. Hope you can understand!

To make your request, you must provide:

One prompt from the list below.

One Valentine’s Day theme from the list below.

Three characters that you would like me to write about (I will choose one at random).

Gender of the reader.

If you would like me to write for a platonic relationship, include some light nsfw elements, or follow a Modern AU, please mention it in your ask.

You are allowed (and encouraged!) to build ideas off of your theme. Combinations of themes are also allowed, but please choose one primary theme for your request. Make sure your request revolves around Valentine’s Day somehow!

Example request: Could I get Coby, Robin, or Sabo with prompt #23 and the theme Presents where they surprise fem reader with a kitten on Valentine’s Day?

Prompts:

“What’s it gonna take to get you to spend Valentine’s Day with me?”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say ‘I love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“I’m just upset because you have yet to ask me to be your Valentine.” // “Babe, we’re married...”

“I really love holding you.”

“That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”

“Aw, you’re even more adorable when you blush.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater on Valentine’s Day.”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you.”

“Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think anyone could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy and cuddly. Mind if I join?”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that!”

“You’re hiding under the blankets because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“I don’t need an expensive candlelit dinner or a dozen roses. All I want is to spend the day with you, whatever that may look like.”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we’ll end up together.”

“Are you flirting with me?” // “You finally noticed?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“Look at me. I love you.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“You did all this for me?”

“Is this the moment that we kiss?”

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.”

“I don’t know how you’ve put up with me for this long, but I love you for it.”

“I was going to go for a suave pickup line, but I got all flustered when I saw you.”

“I told you not to get me anything.” // “And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.”

“You’re cheesy and I love it.”

“I know you hate Valentine’s Day, but I got you this.”

“Everyday feels like Valentine’s Day with you.”

Some prompts are my own, others were taken from these places: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ]

Themes:

Roses

Chocolate

Crush

Date 

Love letter

Jewelry

Hug

Secret admirer

Presents

Kiss

Anniversary

Cupid

Romantic dinner

Friends

Proposal

Candy

Night in

Confession

Teddy bear

Party

Three free passes have been used for this event, therefore there are only 11 SLOTS AVAILABLE!

I will make an official post once the box is open. ❣️

[marvelous-imagines-for-all]

Spencer x BAU x Sister

Requested? Yes! 

“Can I request something platonic for Spencer Reid in Crimnal minds? Maybe where he has a younger sister that's around 5 or 6 years old and for some reason she has to stay at the office with Spencer for the day and he's hesitant because he thinks she will just cause a scene but everyone loves her?”

Author: Jade:)))

A/N: So this is definitely the longest imagine I’ve ever written (Over 2k), but I loved the idea and I got carried away with it. I also have no idea if it makes sense but I hope you all enjoy!

The team had barely checked into work when Hotch called them into his office for a brief meeting, no one knew what it was for, but they noticed the absence of Spencer’s presence. 

“Is there another case? You said today would be a paperwork day.” Emily inquired, looking down at Hotch who was seated at his desk.  

“It is. That’s not why I called you here. If you haven’t noticed, Spencer is running late. He called me ahead of time to notify me of this. Something came up and he has to bring someone in with him today.” Hotch paused, taking notice of everyone’s shifted behavior. Confusion was evident on the faces before him. “Although this is out of the ordinary, I expect nothing less from any of you today. You will continue to work and not create any scenes about the situation.” 

“What’s going on?” Derek asked, worrying filling his mind about Spencer. Who was he bringing in? His mom? Everyone knew how much his mom wasn’t a fan of the “government’s work”. Or maybe it was a girlfriend? But that didn’t make sense. There was no reason for him to have to bring her here even if he did have one. 

The team was dismissed and they went back to their desks, waiting for Spencer to arrive. 

Back at Spencer’s place, Spencer was distressed to say the least. Today was Monday, and it wasn’t until he had woken the little girl up despite her protests that he forgot she didn’t have school. Some teacher work day thing. Spencer was at a loss for how he forgot, but it didn’t matter at this point. He didn’t have time to call a babysitter, not that he really trusted them anyways. 

Now he was gathering items in a backpack for the little girl. Coloring books, a couple of barbies, a book, and a stuffed elephant, her favorite one. Spencer had already prepared a lunch for her moments earlier, it was sitting on the counter waiting. 

“Skye, are you ready?” Spencer called from the living room, searching for his keys. He was already late to the BAU and even though he called in advance, he hated being late. “Skye?” 

After the second call the little girl ran into the living room, hairbrush in hand. 

“I need help!” Her lips formed a pout as she looked up at her older brother. Spencer looked up to see his sister’s hair half in a tangled mess. No matter what he did, he could never seem to get her hair under control. He wanted to tell her that he could fix her hair later, that they didn’t have much time or that her hair looked fine. But he decided against it since he knew she would argue and he definitely did not have time for that. Kneeling behind her, her took the brush from her hand and combing it gently through her hair. 

“We’re going to my work today, which means that you need to be on your best behavior. You know what that means, right?” Spencer paused his actions, waiting for a reply. Skye nodded her head furiously. He smiled at her eagerness and continued to brush her hair. “My friends will also be there. They’re super nice, but you still aren’t allowed to go anywhere without letting me know, you understand? I can’t lose you.” 

Skye nodded again before turning around to face him, “I understand.” 

Spencer smiled and placed a kiss against her forehead, “Then I guess we’re ready to go.” 

Walking into the BAU was a task in itself. Skye claimed her hands were full; one arm wrapped around Mr. Pebbles, her stuffed elephant, and her other hand holding on to Spencer's. So Spencer was left with one arm to carry his bag, both of their lunches, Skye’s backpack, and the files that Spencer had collected on the way up to the elevator. 

The elevator ding was enough to attract the team’s attention. Everyone’s eyes moved down to the little girl who was slightly ahead of Spencer, practically dragging him into the bullpen as she looked around amazed. Spencer directed her to his desk where he hastily dropped everything onto his desk. Skye was too busy staring at Derek, who was approaching the scene along with the rest of the team behind him.

“Hey, kid, who’s this little lady?” Derek smiled down at her and she instantly smiled back. She already liked him. 

“This is, um, she’s my little sister. She doesn’t have school today and I couldn’t call a babysitter so I brought her up here. After confronting Hotch first.” Spencer chewed on his lip, not sure how to continue. 

The team examined Spencer for a moment. They always noticed the bags under his eyes, but they assumed it was just lack of sleep from nightmares, not from dealing with a kid. The random pen marks on his hands? Those were just supposed to be his random scribbles to get a pen to work, not markings from a kid at home who was drawing. The way he knew how to talk to kids? It was assumed it was just all the knowledge he had. Not that he had experience. 

“My name is Skye.” Skye broke the silence, and the group turned their attention to her, whose eyes solely focused on Derek. 

“Hey, Skye, my name is Derek! I’m a friend of your brother’s. How old are you?” 

Skye bounced on her feet as she held up her hand, “I’m 5!’

Derek laughed at her and the team knew in that moment they couldn’t be upset with Spencer for keeping it a secret. 

“How could you not tell us you had a little sister?” JJ nudged Spencer softly, a smile playing on her lips. 

“She’s adorable!” Squealed Penelope as she joined the conversation with Derek. Spencer felt himself blushing, he wasn’t expecting such a positive response. He wrapped his arms around himself and shrugged. 

“I don’t know, I guess safety and privacy.. I told Hotch for work reasons, so he understood my household situation.” 

“Well I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her safety anymore. She’s about to have the whole team wrapped around her finger” Emily spoke and shot a smile at Spencer before she went to go introduced herself. 

An hour passed and Skye hadn’t caused any trouble. She stayed seated next to Spencer and played with her dolls. Occasionally asking him to name a location for her dolls to pretend to be, or have him play as Mr. Pebbles for a few minutes. He didn’t think twice before agreeing, not thinking of the teasing Derek would give him later. 

“Where does Mr. Pebbles wanna go?” Skye thought out loud. Spencer glanced over from his computer and smiled. Her hair was already starting to stick up in places despite his efforts to comb it down earlier. 

“Elephants can be found in 37 countries just south of the Sahara Desert. Maybe you should take him somewhere warm.” 

JJ walked by, setting a file on Derek’s desk and then onto Spencer’s. Overhearing the conversation she interjected, 

“Like the beach? It’s warm there!”

Skye looked up with much wonder in her eyes as a grin broke across her face, “The beach! Yes!” 

JJ and Spencer exchanged a smile as the child went on pretending to take her elephant to the beach. 

A little while later, Skye had insisted that Derek needed his help completing paperwork. Spencer objected at first, saying that Derek needed to focus on work but Skye swore that she would be on her best behavior. So now Skye was seated on Derek’s leg and had colored 2 pictures for him. She was currently writing his name on a paper since Derek teased that he didn’t know how to spell his own name. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Derek trying to fill out paperwork around the child in his lap. 

“Derek starts with a D! And this is how you write a D..” Skye stuck her tongue out in concentration, slowly writing the letter on the paper in front of her for Derek to see. He took his eyes off his files to watch the girl and smiled. 

“Are you sure that’s how you do it?” Derek teased, tickling her sides. A loud squeal left her lips followed by a laugh. 

“Yes! That’s how you write it. Spencer taught me and he’s always right.” She smiled proudly, looking back at her brother who smiled right back. 

Lunch time rolled around and Skye claimed that she wanted to sit with the girls, who happily accepted her. She shared her grapes with Penelope who had not so subtly given her multiple pieces of candy in exchange. 

“I got candy!” Skye held it up for Spencer to see. 

“Yes, you do. But why don’t we space out the pieces so you don’t get sick from eating them all at once?” Spencer stood next to her chair pushing her hair back out of her face, attempting to run his fingers through her locks. It was even more tangled than earlier and he knew it was gonna be hard to brush through later. 

“Ah, come on, genius. We know a few pieces of candy won’t kill her.” Garcia smiled, winking down at the little girl. 

“Of course it won’t. You have to eat approximately 262 fun sized bars of candy in one sitting for it to have a deadly affect.” This statement earned eye rolls from the ladies and a not so quiet giggle from the little girl as she zipped the candy up in her lunchbox. 

“So Skye, what’s your favorite thing to do?” Emily asked, eating the meal she had picked up at the beginning of the break. 

“I like drawing!” Skye looked up at Emily, her legs swinging under the table, “And Spencer gets me a lot of coloring books. There are some in my backpack, I can show you!” 

By the end of lunch time, each of the women had been assigned a coloring sheet to color. Hotch had reentered the building from his meeting and Spencer pulled Skye back to his desk, worried that Hotch would think she was causing too much trouble. But much to Spencer’s surprise, Hotch walked to his desk with a soft look in his eyes. 

“So I hear you’re Miss Skye, is that correct?” 

“Yeah, I am!” Skye sat up straight at the mention of her, something Spencer always told her to do to make sure the person knew she was acknowledging them. 

“I wanted to say thank you for coming in today and helping my team with their work. You make an excellent helper.” Hotch lifted his palm and smiled as the girl gave him a high five, “Keep up the hard work, Miss Skye. I’m counting on you” 

“Yes sir!” Skye saluted Hotch before turning her attention back to Spencer desk where she was helping Mr. Pebbles recite the ABC’s. 

Soon the paperwork filled day that everyone had dreaded coming into work for ended, and it went better than any of the team had expected. Skye had the team wrapped around her finger and they all knew it. Spencer walked to the Elevator, hand in hand with Skye who was smiling and waving at the rest of the team.

“She is just too cute” Emily remarked, smiling at Skye who had finished waving and was now talking up a storm with her brother in the elevator. 

“She is the most pure thing to ever step foot in this building, if anything happens to her I might literally die. Auntie Garcia can’t have that happen!” Penelope looked around with her eyebrows raised, confirming she was serious. Derek laughed, 

“I can’t have that happening either. But don’t worry. Spencer’s been taking good care of her. And now that we know about her,  we can help.” 

“I know exactly what we’re going to be helping him with.” JJ chortled besides Derek. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Oh please, did you see that girl’s hair? Lord knows what he’s doing to try to keep that mane contained.” JJ smiled as the group laughed in agreement.  

Back in the elevator Spencer smiled to himself, knowing that this would not be the last time that she gets to visit the team.

[hellohellohellobingmetropcs]

Zion huffed as he rolled over out of bed, getting ready to start his day. Without even a kiss or a 'goodbye' he made his exit from your shared home out into the world for his daily adventures.

"Lexi I'm pregnant" you whispered to your friend over FaceTime on your MacBook.

"What?!"

"I went to the doctors yesterday and got the results. I don't even know what to do"

"What did Zion say?"

"He doesn't know"

"You have to tell him. This is huge! Omg I'm so excited to be an auntie"

With an hours worth of convincing your best friend Alexis had you anticipating Zion's arrival to let him know the big news.

You had gotten up to do your daily morning routines. Before showering you pried the now squeezing wedding ring from your left ring finger that'll always remind you of the vows you and Zion stated in front of family and friends two years ago.

You settled for a bowl of cereal and Netflix for breakfast, eventually falling asleep with the time passing.

Between then and now Zion had made his way back home. Stopping in the bathroom to pee he noticed your ring on the sink. 'How careless of you? It could've fallen down the drain' he thought to himself.'

You woke up to Zion rambling at the door of the bed. Yawning and stretching yourself back to reality you soon realized what the fuss was all about when your eyes landed on the ring in his hand.

"Why the hell would you take it off? You know what I don't really care" he scoffed, dropping it on the tv stand.

"If you don't care why'd you ask?"

"What's your problem lately?"

"Me? Zion you pick fights with me over little shit. Yesterday I was too exhausted to make dinner so I was gonna order our food and you got all pissy"

"Ok that's one thing. (Y/N) you've been secretive lately. I feel like it's something you're keeping from me?"

"Mind your business"

"Your business became mine when you said I do"

"Sometimes I wish I hadn't said it" you chuckled bitterly, going for your car keys and cellphone.

"Where are you going? Stop running everytime shit gets bad"

You paid him no mind knowing that if you'd stay you'd say some things you'd regret.

Zion plopped down on the bed, trying to collect his thoughts on maybe why you'd taken the ring off. Your anniversary was coming up in less than a month but here you were arguing about a piece of jewelry.

The ringing of your MacBook caught him off guard before opening it to your best friend Alexis on the other side of the screen.

"Oh hey Zion"

"Hey Lexi"

"Where's (y/n)?"

"I don't know" he shrugged. "She left after we got into an argument but it's her fault"

"Fuck you mean you don't know? Stop acting like you don't care before it's too late"

"If she doesn't care why should I?"

"Zion stop treating my bestie like shit .. She's fucking pregnant and stressing her isn't helping. I swear if you don't find her tonight I'll—"

"(Y/N)'s pregnant?", his heart fell to his ass repeating that to himself. Never thought the day would come that he'd be saying he's a dad or even have a wife. Before meeting you the whole concept of marriage was overrated in his mind. In no way did you try to change his opinion but see how much he loves you he wanted to give you that fairytale ending you'd always dreamed of.

"Yes she's pregnant and you didn't hear this from me. I'm serious"

"Who else knows?"

"I think only me. Well you now too. Act surprised when she tells you!"

He shut the laptop, heading out to his car to find you. Luckily for him you had shared your location last night and forgot to turn it off. The current pin showed you were at a hotel just a few miles down the road.

"Did you see a woman about this tall, hair this long, cute face? I-I'm just trying to find my wife" he stammered over his word to the concierge.

"Cute face, huh? Seen one of those check into room 334"

He nodded, taking the elevator up to the third floor. "Open up baby I'm so sorry. It's me, Zion"

"I leave home to get away from you and follow me? How much more toxic could you get?" You rolled your eyes, walking away from the now opened door.

"Baby, you right and I know it. When you left I just had to step back for a moment for analyze myself as your husband. I haven't been treating as I should've. My mind has been racing lately and I just need you to hold me and all of my broken fuckups until I can get it right"

Hearing you were right for once was like a breath of fresh air. It was usual of Zion to smother you in 'I told you so's after proving his point.

"I'm so sorry how I've been treating you. I'm just stressed from the constant work schedule. I was so wrong for taking that out on you baby"

You plopped down on the king size bed trying not to burst into tears. Everything from the simplest apology, your news, the recent fights all have been building up into this moment.

"you mean the world to me— when I seen your ring on the sink I thought you took it off because you were done with me or something so I snapped"

"Next time talk to me instead of accusing me" you said hastily, "Zion it's been fight after fight and I'm tired"

Truth be told the new pregnancy has been making you sleep heavier, draining your energy, even had you gaining weight and it's only been 8 weeks. The ring feels way tighter than before so the thought of putting it on a necklace until you dropped the weight became a priority in your head.

You reached for the mini bottle of red wine provided by room service, “How did you find me?"

"Are you about to drink that?" His voice shook as he took closer steps to you.

Everyone knew you and Zion to be that lit couple that always sparked a little something or drank a little more than the rest so to see him question you about a $6 travel size bottle of red wine flicked a switch in your mind.

There's no way he couldn't not know of the pregnancy by now. Why else would he worry if you consume liquor that was only gonna get you a little buzzed?

"You know ?.." you whispered, putting the bottle back on the nightstand in its original ice bucket. "Lexi told you. I wanted to tell you myself"

"Don't be mad at her baby. You left your laptop and she kept calling so I answered it and she cursed me out and then it accidentally slipped out"

"Well" you shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Zion to prepare yourself for the worst. "Zion I'm sorry. You have a lot going on and we’re not in the best spot and now this"

As a wife your main focus was being his peace. When he felt sad or stressed you wanted to be the first person he came to. Thinking the pregnancy was just added stress you decided to keep it from him until you made up your mind.

"Hey hey hey don't be sorry" he reached out cupping your cheek, wiping away a tear rolling down. "We're gonna have a beautiful baby that we're gonna love so much and you're gonna be the best mommy"

"You wanna keep it?", Zion never struck you, or anyone else for that matter, as a person that cared for kids. Of course you'd always wanted a family but you were willing to wait for him.

"Of course. I mean it's your decision but—"

"Our decision. That'd be selfish of me to not include your feelings. If a baby is what you want then that's it. We're gonna be parents Z"

Maybe a baby was the missing piece to your relationship.

You extended your arms happily embracing his torso into your face.

"I love you (y/n)"

"I love you too Z"

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[justjessame]

The Deal Chapter 6

Daryl studied me in the moonlight. And I watched him. The way the light illuminated his face, his dark hair looked black, and his bare arms gleamed. I bit my lip, waiting, letting him choose our pace. He stepped closer, looking down at me and smiled.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, letting his hand come up so his fingers could trace the lines of my face. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” I kissed the pad of his finger as it made a pass along my lips. “Since ya shared your story with me, I wanna share some of mine with ya.” I nodded. He stepped back and pulled off his vest, sitting it at the foot of our makeshift bed. Then his shirt came off and he turned so his back was in full view.

I gasped, stepping carefully forward and gently touching the deep scars marking his skin. “What happened?” I asked, my fingertips tracing each dent and groove. “Who did this?”

He was still, but I could feel the tension leaving him as my fingers moved along his back. “My dad was a mean son of a bitch. He drank. He got mean. And he hit whichever of us was closest.” I let my hands run down his back and trace the tattoos and smooth over the rest of his skin. “My mom died when I was twelve. Merle was in and out of juvie until he joined up. That left me.” I could hear the pain in his voice, but I could also hear the pride of a survivor. “I wanted to show ya, I don’t show no one. Hell, even Merle don’t know.”

I tugged on him so he’d turn to face me. I looked up at him with such a fierce feeling of protectiveness. “No one touches you again, Daryl Dixon. Not like that, not-”

His lips crashed down on mine and I was left without words. His hands, usually so carefully above the waist, cupped my ass and pulled me tight against him. He wanted me, there was no doubt at all about that, and I needed him to know it was mutual. A moan, deep in my throat built and he swallowed it. Our tongues tempted and tasted one another, and I knew, barring some kind of catastrophe, tonight we would finally come fully together.

Our clothes fell off in record time, I can’t be sure who took what off of whom. All I know is that we were both, completely and totally bare beneath the bright moon and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He cradled me into his arms and then we were lying on the blankets. One kiss became another, our hands touching every inch of each other, learning and testing what each one liked the best. The answer? Everything. Everywhere Daryl touched me a fire flared. Everywhere I touched him, I could feel his need.

As he kneeled between my open legs, he looked down at me and gave that half smile that I’d come to love. “I don’t got protection, Jessi, so we’re gonna have to be careful.”

I sat up and cupped my hand behind his neck, pulling him down with me. “I don’t care, Daryl. Just take me.”

And then, one rock of his hips and we were finally joined. His forehead met mine, our eyes locked together once we adjusted to just how perfectly we fit together. Then our lips brushed and I arched up against him. I felt him moan into my mouth and he moved. Together we moved, thrust being met with the same intensity. Our mouths searching for any bit of skin we could reach, our lips together every other second.

He’d compared my beauty to the stars, he was like my sun. Bright and hot and burning with every touch. As we came together, moving and clutching, I felt sure of one thing in my world. Daryl Dixon loved me. And I’d die for him.

 GREENE FARM~ JUST BEFORE SUNRISE

I was snuggled in Daryl’s arms, his head resting on the top of mine. He was right, and it would be annoying how often that happened if I didn’t enjoy it so damn much. Our first time was memorable, and magical. We’d made love so many times during the dark hours that I lost count. Touching, tempting, burning, it was so amazing and I’d fight to keep experiencing it with him.

I felt him stir and smiled. “You waking up?” I asked, kissing his chest. “Maybe we should head back?”

He groaned at the mere thought. “Can’t we just stay here forever?” He asked, and I grinned up at him. “Could start a new Eden. You be Eve, I’ll be Adam?”

I hummed in approval as his hand slid down my body. “That’s pretty damn tempting, Dixon.” His hand landed on my ass and grabbed a handful. “I think we’d scare Hershel’s horses. Not sure they’ve seen naked people around here.”

That made him laugh. “True ‘nough.” He pulled me up so I could be kissed thoroughly. “I love you, Jessica Grimes.” He whispered as he released me.

“I love you, Daryl Dixon.” I said without hesitation. “I’m probably going to be walking funny for a few days, so I’m sure everyone’s going to know just how much we love one another.”

We both giggled at that. “Ya sore?” He asked, once he calmed down. Worried, like always.

“Just a bit.” I assured him. “It’s been a long time, you know.”

He nodded. And held me in his arms. “Know what they say, practice makes perfect, or in your case, less painful.” He kissed me again and I reconsidered the new Eden idea.

 AN HOUR AFTER SUNRISE

We walked hand in hand back to our tent. Most of our group wasn’t awake yet, so we ducked inside the tent and took a nap. It wasn’t long after that we heard the sounds of the rest of the world waking up. I was still in Daryl’s arms when I heard Dad and the others talking about another grid search.

“Gotta get up and goin’, baby.” Daryl whispered into my hair. Kissing my forehead, he sat up and I felt a chill go down my spine.

“Daryl?” He turned to me and I smiled. “Be careful today?” He squinted at my tone, I knew I sounded scared, but I knew that something was going to happen today. “Just humor me?” He leaned over and kissed me when I sat up.

“‘Course I’ll be careful.” He gave me a breathtaking smile. “Got a lot worth livin’ for, don’t I?”

I nodded and sat in the tent trying to understand the chill. Carl was fine. Dad was clearly doing alright. Lori was being a little weird, but that’s understandable considering. So Daryl had to be the source of my worry. Didn’t he? When I left the tent, Dad walked over to me.

“Jessi,” he said, taking my shoulders in his hands. “I want you to stay behind. Most of the strongest fighters are going on this search, and since Hershel doesn’t mind your bow.”

I nodded. “Which grid does Daryl have?” I asked, looking around. He didn’t seem to be anywhere. I nearly missed the guilty look on Dad’s face. “What?”

“Look, yesterday, I told Daryl he didn’t have any more obligations to us.” I gaped at him. “I didn’t KNOW, Jessi. I didn’t know that you two were really-”

I felt my face fall. My own father had tried to push out the man I loved from our group. The ONE man other than him that cared about these assholes’ survival. “That doesn’t answer my question, Dad.” I breathed. I wondered why Daryl hadn’t told me, but it didn’t hurt that he didn’t. Knowing him, he hadn’t wanted to cause a rift between me and my dad.

“He’s on horseback, Jessi. He’s taking the ridge.” His tone was an attempt to sooth me, it almost worked. “He’ll be alright. I have to admit, he’s a tough one. And he’s amazing at tracking.”

“And he’s alone on the grid.” I bit out. “Alone and in a strange part of the forest.” I glared up at my dad. “You taught us, Dad, you taught me and Carl and Lori that partnering up on a search was the ONLY way to go. So Daryl doesn’t get that, does he?” I turned away from me to hide my fear and worry, but my dad knew me too well.

“Sweetheart?” He pleaded, touching my shoulder. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I felt the burning heat of tears in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet, not until I KNEW they were necessary. “Nothing, Dad, I’m not keeping anything back.” I turned and walked toward the RV. “I’ll take the first watch. Dale’s going to boil alive up there one day.”

I watched over the property. I watched Dad and the others, including Hershel’s youngest daughter’s boyfriend go off to work the grid. I wondered at Daryl leaving alone. I kept my eyes peeled as Carol ventured out and spoke to Lori. My stepmom looked shocked, but nodded. And when Dale insisted I take a break, I walked to the house to check on Carl.

As I came up the steps, I bore witness to a conversation I hoped I could burn out of my memory, but figured I wouldn’t be that lucky. Glenn and Hershel’s oldest daughter, the one that came for Lori and me, Maggie were standing at the door.

Glenn was trying to flirt, I guess, when I heard this zinger. “You know, we have eleven condoms left.” Ugh, I thought, they had sex. And then I was wondering where they’d scavenged the condoms.

Then the farm girl hit back with a below the belt attack with, “you see eleven condoms, I see eleven minutes of my life I won’t get back.” Ouch, I thought, looking at Glenn’s face fall. That’s harsh, and sad.

Sad puppy face Glenn begging for confirmation that he didn’t suck at sex, “it wasn’t that bad was it?” I closed my eyes to hopefully stop the trainwreck in front of me, but wait, was she giving him hope?

“I don’t even know if I like you.” Maggie offered. Thank goodness, I thought, because Glenn didn’t deserve the destruction she almost wrecked.

“But you’re thinking about it. You should.” Yep, Glenn got his sorta swagger back.

I wished I could disappear, because that’s when they noticed me standing at the foot of the steps. “Sorry. It was like the slowest moving trainwreck anyone has EVER had the misfortune to experience.” I offered, feeling my face burn bright red in sympathetic embarrassment. “Plus, I didn’t think I was being all that quiet when I came up. I mean, I’m not Daryl.” Shit, fuck, get me out of here. They were still staring at me. “I promise, your secret? It’s safe with me.” I moved past them to get in the door. Inside I let the sort of cool shade take the heat out of my face.

Shaking my head, I moved further into the house to sit with my brother, and try desperately NOT to worry about Daryl.

 HOURS LATER~GREENE FARM

I was still with Carl when I heard the flurry of activity in the kitchen. Lori stepped into the room to let us know that we’d be having a big dinner together, that our group decided to cook dinner for Hershel and his family to thank them. I smiled at the gesture and hoped that it would be taken as such.

I was leaving to check in with Dale when I overheard Maggie and Hershel’s discussion about us leaving. Clearly, Hershel didn’t want us to be a permanent addition to his land. I walked quietly past the room they were chatting in and outside. The sun was still burning and I noticed that the others were back. I headed for the RV, thinking I’d relieve Dale again.

I heard Dale warning someone to not shoot, then I heard the damn shot fire. I took off running and realized that someone had put Andrea on watch. For God’s sake, I thought and realized that she looked proud. So why were my dad and Shane standing WITH the fucking walker? And that’s when I knew. This dumb, useless, gun-toting moron had shot Daryl.

I gave her no thought as I rushed to meet Shane and Dad who were trying to pick up at bleeding Daryl. He was covered in dirt, blood, and more blood. Was that a necklace of ears? Jesus, I glared at my dad and kneeled beside Daryl. I took his bleeding head in my hands and breathed easier when I realized Andrea had only grazed him. His side, that was another matter, I gasped when I moved his shirt out of the way.

“Lift him up,” I ordered, stepping away and removing the necklace. Eww, he and I were going to have to talk about appropriate accessories when he wasn’t so injured. “GET HERSHEL!” I yelled as we neared the house.

Daryl was leaning on his elbow as Hershel worked on his side. His head was bandaged and he was cleaner, thanks to me. I had sponged off most of the dirt and gore. He pointed out where he’d found Sofia’s doll on the map Maggie had provided for the grid search. And he wasn’t the least bit admonished for taking the horse without permission, he threatened the damn thing. I nearly laughed, but thought it best to restrain it.

“You’re fussin’, Jess.” He grunted, as I wiped more of his face clean.

I shook my head. “No, I’m just cleaning up my favorite masterpiece.” Hershel finished up and gave me a smile. “Thank you, again.” I offered the older man. “You keep saving the most important people in my life, going to owe you a huge debt soon.” He shook it off and left.

Dad and Shane asked Daryl a few more questions and then they walked out too. I sighed and Daryl’s hand met mine. “You knew, didn’t ya?” He asked, and I knew what he meant.

I nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t know WHAT, but I knew something bad.” I studied his face, clean now and pulled out the ‘necklace’ from my pocket. “Wanna tell me about this?”

He grimaced and laid back on the pillows. Patting the bed next to him, I crawled in and lay beside him. He groaned and pulled me closer, wanting my head on his chest. Hearing his heart pound steadily under my ear, I felt calmer than I had all day. “Horse threw me, fell on my own damn arrow, may have had some freaky ass visions of Merle, and killed some dead assholes that thought I was an easy meal.” He said, making it sound simple.

“And the ‘souvenir’?” I reminded him, having handed it to him and let him put it in his pant’s pocket.

I felt him shrug, and wince at the pain it brought to his side. “Seemed right at the time.”

I chuckled and turned my face up to look at him. “This was Daryl’s no good, very bad day, huh?” He grinned and agreed with a nod.

“Better now,” he whispered, kissing my hair. “Couldn’t think of nothin’ but gettin’ back to ya.” He sighed. “Gettin’ to ya, makin’ sure ya knew I was ok. I knew why ya looked at me like that this mornin’ as soon as the horse threw me. Then my asshole brother came into my head and I fought.”

“I’ll have to thank Merle when we find him again.” I smiled, and he grinned back at me.

We heard a light tap on the open door and saw Carol standing there. She held two plates and a smile on her face. “I thought I’d bring you two dinner, and give my thanks to the bandaged hero here.” She sat the plates on the bedside table. She leaned down and tried to kiss Daryl on his bandaged head, but he shook her off. Shaking her head, and smiling at the two of us pressed together, she went back to dinner with the others.

“You gave her more hope,” I said, sitting up to reach over him for the plates. Handing him his, I raised an eyebrow. He stared back, Clearly he wasn’t reading me for once. “Want me to feed you, hero?” He glared at me without heat and picked up his fork. Laughing I followed suit.

[sheilarice1]

(Silver Death - Part 6)

Safety Measures:

Making it home safely the two others jump out of the truck and collect their bags before going inside to their room.

They had decided to share a room so there would be room for all the Avengers in the house and so no one had to sleep in the campers.

While the girls run inside to put away their things I stars hauling in groceries and throw a bag at Thor.

"POP TARTS!! Thank you Lady of Silver!! I am grateful!!"

"Don't worry about it Thor. You said you liked them so I thought I would get you some."

I turn to go get more bags leaving Thor with a huge smile on his face as he opens the box. I hear someone stand up and look at the door to look at the reflection.

Captain had stood up and was following me with Winter close behind.

With the three of us it took 2 loads to bring in all the groceries and a half hour to put them all away. Checking the time it is nearing four in the afternoon.

"What are you all wanting for supper? And Thor you have had enough of those for today. Put them away so you don't get sick or ruin your appetite."

"Alright."

With Thor looking sad as he puts his tarts away I start watching the rest of the group in the living room.

They have all seemed to notice me watching and quiet down slightly. Taking this as a sign that they don't trust me yet I assume they want to talk privately and start making supper.

Since no one answered my question I make what Winter and I said would be out first meal when we got away from HYDRA together: T-bone steaks.

Since I didn't have time to marinate them I just quickly put sauce, seasoning and my secret ingredient on them and cover them until about 5:30.

While waiting for half past five I wander back to my shed to find Clint in my nest.

"I thought you were inside."

He ignores me. Wait no he's deaf.

Throwing my pillow at him he spins around with his bow at ready, but when he sees it's me he lowers his bow quickly.

Now that I have his attention I sign

'I thought you were inside with the others'

'No. I needed to get away from them.'

'Okay. Well, how do you like my nest? It isn't to bad for not being a bird right?'

Laughing he signs back 'it's not bad for a non bird. Though could use some ridges so you don't fall.'

'Took off the ridges. They were bothering me.'

'Ah. Trip over them?'

'Possibly. It was definitely not my finest moment.'

'I see. Why do you know sign language?'

'I wanted to be able to include everyone in conversations. When I noticed your hearing aid I decided to learn and be able to sign. Is that alright?'

Without warning he hugged me. It was weird but...kinda nice. I had forgotten what human contact felt like.

I start to hug back until I hear someone hit the bottom of the ladder. Releasing Hawkeye I sign

'Someone else just came down. You staying up here?'

'Yah. And thank you.'

'No problem. Supper is at six.'

With a nod he turns his back to me.

Watching him for a second noticing how still he stood I jump down from the nest and roll to avoid breaking anything. Looking around I see someone's feet by the jet.

Walking towards whoever it is I yell

"Who's over here?"

Winter steps back into my view and so does Captain.

"I thought there was only the one person down here," noting the look of embarrassment on Captains face and the look of anger on Winter's "am I interrupting something?"

"No Silver. I was just making a point to Steve about something."

"About what? If it involves something here I want to know."

"Not something, someone."

You can hear the anger in Winter's voice. Flickering my eyes to Captain for a brief moment I can see the red hue his cheeks are burning.

"Ooh. Does Captain have a crush? Tell me more Jamsy. I wanna know."

"No you don't. Besides it's a STUPID crush. It's not going anywhere."

"Okay Buck. I get it."

For the first time in the exchange Captain spoke but not sounding happy about what he said.

"Fine. Well Jamsy I'm going to make supper. Do you remember what we decided we would eat for our first meal when we got out of HYDRA together?"

"Um. Steaks right?"

"Yup. I'm gonna go start the BBQ and get them cooking. Winter your in charge, don't let him touch anything. I don't need anyone else getting hurt down here."

With that I walk away, before I reach the ladder I sprint back and end up giving Winter a hug and planting a bug on his arm. The physical contact must have surprised him because he stiffened for a few seconds before returning the hug.

"я рад, что ты в безопасности" I'm glad your safe.

"я тоже рад" I'm glad your safe too.

With those words I felt the urge to cry. Knowing that Winter would not approve of my tears I wait until I'm back up the ladder and outside. By the time I'm back at the house I have silent tears streaming down my face. Wiping the tears away and composing myself I walk through the door to grab the steaks only to have Widow looking at me with a worried expression.

"What's wrong Silver?"

"Nothing. Why should you think here is anything wrong? I am perfectly fine." Giving her a smile as I say this she frowns.

"Don't think I'm a idiot. I can tell that you were just crying."

"I'm fine Widow. Winter made me cry by saying something. It's no big deal."

"What did he say?"

Noticing the Falcon looking at us I slip into Russian.

"я тоже рад" I'm glad your safe too.

For the third time that day I find myself in a hug. With Widow realizing how much those words meant to me she holds me close. Not allowing any more tears to flow break the hug,

"I better make supper otherwise Hawkeye is going to be mad."

"Where is Clint? I haven't seen him since we got back."

"He's in the shed. I'm going to go cook the steaks now."

Throwing the steaks onto the BBQ I go back inside to make a salad and garlic-cheese toast.

This is my favourite thing to cook. Even though I hade only made it once before -when I was four mind you- it came out fine.

Steaks were done but not over cooked, salad was crunchy and the cheese toast was golden when it came out of the oven.

Watching as Winter, Captain and Hawkeye walked across the yard together and their rest of the team washing their hands and sitting at the table that I had set earlier amused me.

There were so many different types of people sitting around my kitchen table.

~ an ex-assassin that could kill anyone she felt like.

~ an assassin that's deaf.

~ a genius billionaire... whatever he calls himself.

~ A man that could turn into a monster when aggravated

~ a boy turned man when a scientist created him

~ a man that would kill you if certain words were spoken.

~ a really loud God

~ a normal person who has metal wings

~ a girl that volunteered for experiments to be placed upon her

~and a monster.

I was obviously the monster of this group. And I was fine with that. Then the others could feel better about themselves.

I ate silently while the others talked or muttered among them selfs until Winter made a comment I couldn't help but notice.

"Silver. Doesn't. Need. A. Boyfriend. Steve. Stop. Looking. At. Her."

Glancing up at the two that were whispering I see Captain beat red and Winter mad as hell.

Laughter made all conversation stop.

I hadn't realized I started to giggle when I saw Winter get so protective of me.

I loved that he would take care of me like that.

It was comforting because Whenever we were trapped in our cell and one of us had been sent out on a mission the other slept on the edge of the bed only bed in the cell so that the one who had been on a mission could be closer to the wall and feel safer.

Most nights I would wake up when Winter returned. We would talk for awhile before he started to sleep. It was rather peaceful.

The conversations had resumed and some had finished their supper and excused themselves to go to bed or do something- Widow wanted to go for a hot bath and Stark wanted to fix his suit.

Time passed quickly because I was cleaning the kitchen while some of the others talked in the living room.

By the time it was zero hundred hours (12am) I was ready for bed. Stepping into the living room I bowed my head and muttered a good night and then disappeared.

I had always tried to sleep on the edge of the bed while Winter and I were at a facility between missions, but sometimes I would fall asleep and Winter would slide me over and put me close to the wall allowing me to be safe from drunk guards and scientists wanting to run experiments and do other things at night.

Climbing into bed I lay in the edge out of habit only to feel myself being moved an hour later and having a human heater lay down with his chest against my back.

Winter moved his face slide to my ear and whispered to me. Something we would do while the other was almost asleep.

"Я не позволю тебе причинить тебе боль. обещаю." I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise.

With hearing those words I feel safer than I had since I left him behind within HYDRA.

[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

The Band of Toziers

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Anon:

Storis, Mileven and Reddie story where Boris, Richie and Mike are cousins, brothers or something. Up to you. I don’t really care about the plotline. Go crazy. Thanks 😁

I chose to swap Mileven for Byler, sorry anon 😬😬

Summary:

Just a fluffy fic of Richie, Boris and Mike meeting each other and going on a road trip together before they all go to college.

Richie Tozier has a twin, Mike Wheeler, and a cousin, Boris Pavlikovsky. His cousin was adopted as soon as he was born and sent to Russia while his twin was sent to Maggie's sister, Karen, a week after birth as Maggie and Wentworth couldn't afford to look after another child.

After an upsetting hour down in the clubhouse, Richie drives back up to his house only to see a strange car and woman in the house talking with Maggie. Little did he know he'd get the best shock of his life.

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Straight after graduation the Losers Club head down to the clubhouse, beers and weed in hand. They run through the dense trees and shrubs. The crunching of fallen leaves beneath their feet echo through the thick green forest on the outskirts of town. All thrilled to finally get out of the hell town that is called, Derry. Ben reaches the hatch first and pulls open the wooden door waiting for everyone to enter into the bunker before making his way down the metal ladder and closing the hatch.

For once in 10 years, the Spring is scorching. The Losers had spent more time down at the quarry than ever before.

Between the odd jobs and studying for finals, they all managed to spend an hour or two down in the dirty water of the quarry with a bunch of other teenagers. Not once had the quarry been so popular, it had taken the 7 of them by surprise. But since people in Derry didn't have swimming pools, kids had started to migrate down to the quarry. But the barrens? The barrens are just for them. Nobody goes down into the forest.

*

Bev's the first to open the cooler that Richie and Mike carried down together from Richie's truck. "Anyone else?" She asks the 6 boys, only Richie and Bill raised their hands and passes them both a beer. Eddie hands Richie a bottle opener from his fanny pack that he tossed under the hammock.

"Thanks, Eds," Richie says cracking the lid off the bottle and taking a swig from it. Eddie repositions himself in a more comfortable position so that Richie's feet aren't digging into his side. Eddie stopped cursing out the nickname a year ago because no matter what, Richie will always call him 'Eds'.

They all sit in silence, not knowing what to say to each other since they're still processing their graduation.

None of them knows what each other's major is or college they're going to. Richie came up with the idea the week before their college responses came out. He suggested that they should wait until after graduation to share the colleges they're going to but the 7 of them are quiet. In the deafening silence, Eddie decides to reach for Richie's beer to take a quick swig from it and immediately cringes at the taste. "Bev, got anything else in there besides this piss?" Eddie asks.

"I got lemonade and a bottle of vodka," Bev replies.

"I'll go with that." Eddie watches as Bev mixes him a drink and hands him the cup. He feels the burn of the alcohol and slightly cringes but it passes within a second.

"How about we do what Richie said a few weeks ago?" Mike suggests.

"Or we can guess, write down the college and major and we pull one out at random," Ben says. They all agreed and Stan gets up to grab his note pad, pens and a shot of vodka. Even though they know each other's writing, it still would be fun.

Eddie leans right back and brings a leg up to lean the paper on, immediately writing down 'NYU: Business'. When Eddie had received his letter, he wanted nothing more than to rave about it to Richie since he knew that Richie wanted to study Arts at NYU. But little to his knowledge, Richie accepted the California State University letter, instead of the NYU letter.

As Eddie tosses the paper into Bill's graduation cap he notices a remorseful look on Richie's face. It's subtle and only there for a split second before it changes into a laugh. "Come on Stanley Urine, read out the paper," Richie says in a British accent, Eddie has to admit, it has gotten pretty good over the years.

"Princeton, English," Stan reads, "Bill no way! You got the scholarship?!"

Stan's the first who rushes to Bill to hug him before everyone else steps in and hugs him. It wasn't a secret that Bill was applying for writing scholarships to the big Ivy League schools. Even though Havard and Yale had turned him down, there was still hope for Princeton. When Princeton accepted his application he was quick to respond, not wanting to waste any time. Though this is one of the biggest secrets that have been kept from the Losers Club; the top one being, Richie's crush on a certain hypochondriac.

Bill reads the next one, "CSU, Arts." Eddie chokes on the vodka and lemonade, looking directly at Richie, his eyes wide and filled with shock, while Richie looks at him with repentance.

Everyone knows that the two planned on going to the same college or university, but as soon as Eddie broke into a coughing fit, everyone knew that he was not going to the same school. Eddie doesn't know how to live without Richie. Richie's the only person he needs that will support him alp him through a panic attack. The tall brunette is his rock, his 'brother' and the only person whose opinion matters to him. Even though the two are opposites, neither boy can live without the other.

"It's not too late to change, I can - " Richie starts.

"Rich, we'll just call each other once a week or something," Eddie says sadly and gets up and leaves the clubhouse.

The Trashmouth tries to follow Eddie out, but Stan holds him back. If there's anyone else who knows Eddie as well as Richie, it's Stanley.

Stan, being very observant with a keen eye for detail, knows more about each of the Losers than they know themselves. It's moments like these that Stan's talent comes in handy when Richie's impulsivity and emotional thinking clock over his rationale. Richie in his normal state would opt to give Eddie his space. However, repentance and years of pining together basically equal a mess.

"I think I'm going to go home," Richie says and is met with a stern look from Stan, "chill, man, I'm only going home."

****

Once he pulls up to his driveway, Richie notices a car, that he hasn't seen before, parked out the front of his house. He decides to sneak in through his bedroom window and climbs the apple tree that is coincidently directly out the front. It's the very tree that lets him sneak in and out, at the ungodly hours of the night, to go hang out with Eddie, without being caught. Because if he was ever caught, he'd be grounded for at least a month at most 3.

He throws his bag on the ground and hauls himself through the opening, accidentally ninja rolling as he gets his long lanky legs and rest of his torso through. The soft sounds of laughter echo up the stairs, making the curiosity take over Richie's cerebellum. He finds himself gravitating towards the stairs, the sound of laughter getting louder as he walks toward the kitchen. "Oh, Richie, honey!" Maggie exclaims. "I didn't here you come in."

"Yeah, I just got back," Richie replies sadly and turns towards the stranger. "Hi, I'm Richie," he holds his hand out for the woman to shake.

"I'm your Aunt Karen," the woman replies shaking Richie's hand. "Your brother is just in the bathroom, he'll be out in just a moment."

"B-b-brother?"

He doesn't have a brother and his mom doesn't have a sister. His grandparents died before he was born and his parents are both only children. There's no way that his mom has a sister and there is certainly no way he has a brother he doesn't know about. He's 18 and has no recollection of ever having a brother.

A tall brown-haired boy walks into the kitchen from the guest toilet downstairs. Richie's eyes widen, as he's faced with a young boy that looks almost identical to him. The only difference is, is the fact that he doesn't wear glasses. How is that possible? How is it possible that he has a brother that he didn't know about until today?

"Mike this is Richie, Richie this is Mike," Maggie says to the boys. "Mike's going to Cali too."

"Ma, I don't know if I wanna go to Cali, Eds he - " The strength, that he had upon leaving the clubhouse, left, his eyes start to tear up. "I can't - "

"You want to go to NYU for a boy?" Karen says surprised.

"Those two have been joint at the hip since they were 3, Eddie is like another son to me," Maggie says standing up for Richie and pulls him into a hug. "It's your decision baby. Nobody is forcing you to go to Cali and nobody is forcing you to go to NYU."

Richie nods and excuses himself to his room, he apologises to his brother and tells him that if he wants he can come up too. Mike turns down the offer, wanting Richie to be alone while he thinks things over and stays downstairs to talk with the adults.

*

"AHHHH! Fucking Hell Edward!" Richie screams placing a hand on his heart.

"RICHARD, ARE YOU OKAY?" Maggie yells.

"YEAH! EDDIE JUST SCARED ME!" Richie calls back down and quickly closes his door. "What are you doing here Eds?"

"I wanted to talk to you about college," the hypochondriac says.

Richie nods and slowly advances towards his bed, sitting down beside Eddie. The boy beside him turns so that he's now facing Richie. Eddie brings his legs up to his chest, and Richie takes it as a symbolic safety barrier.

"I know that it's your decision - "

"Eds, I made my decision. I thought about it all the way home. NYU has a better program. I chose CSU because I wanted to be close to the beach and didn't give two shits about the actual program." Richie explains. "Besides, I want to be with you."

"That's so gay Rich." Eddie laughs.

"Yeah well, I am gay so seems kinda fitting and I am madly in love with you - " He clamps a hand over his mouth, Eddie moves off the and slowly makes his way to the window.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

"I am so so sorry, this wasn't how - fuck!" Richie states.

Eddie, finally realising what he's doing, stops himself from making another backward step toward the window. "Eddie, please say something," Richie mumbles but Eddie can't. It's like he's frozen, only his chest can move to breathe but other than that he's stuck in time, frozen in a shocked state. "Please, I can't lose you Eds."

"I like you too 'Chee but as I said, I'm not going to make you change to NYU," Eddie says.

"I'm going to make the phone call and try to get us a dorm together."

Eddie nods and watches as Richie phones both universities. Eddie can tell that Richie's on the verge of having a panic attack but manages to hold on to his sanity for the full half-hour that he was on the phone.

Once he is off the phone, Richie sets himself up on the NYU dorm site and waves Eddie over to the computer. Eddie walks over and helps Richie pick out a dorm room that has an ensuite. Sure it's a little more expensive, but it's better than contracting some sort of illness from a total stranger. Richie quickly books in for the room with an ensuite before their all occupied and requests to have Eddie Kaspbrak room with him.

*

"Oh before I forget, I need you to come downstairs with me," Richie says.

"What did you do?" Eddie asks. Richie shrugs and pulls Eddie down the stairs to the kitchen.

Eddie's a little concerned when he sees a woman and a boy. He's never met them and Richie has never spoken about a boy that looks identical to him

"Eddie, this is my brother, Mike and my Aunt Karen," Richie says, "I just met them today." Richie's essentially bouncing up and down with excitement as he introduces his boyfriend? Yeah, boyfriend, to his family that he just met 1 hour ago. "Aunt K and Mike, this is my boyfriend Eddie."

"Boyfriend?" Maggie asks, "when? Does Sonia know?!"

"Literally half an hour ago. No Mrs K has no idea," Richie replies.

" I don't think she will ever find out," Eddie replies and laces his hand in Richie's.

Maggie simply nods knowing to never ask Eddie about his mother's intents. She made that mistake once and the poor boy ended up crying. He had begged her to not call social services or the police but witnessing the distraught and panic that the 14-year-old boy had, it left Maggie no other option but to phone the police. However, Sonia was clever, she had managed to convince the officer that had shown up at her door, that there was no such issue. The pharmacist and the doctor all stated that there was nothing wrong but under the watchful eyes of Richard, Maggie and Wentworth Tozier, there was a lot wrong with Eddie's treatment. All three Toziers vowed to treat Eddie like he's part of the family wanting him to feel the right love and affection that he should've been getting from his mom.

And on this occasion, it's the same, but with Eddie now being 18, he doesn't have to listen to his mother. So he decides to talk to Maggie alone, taking her out to the back yard of her own home.

"Mrs Tozier, you don't mind if I stay here until college, do you? I am happy to stay in the guest bedroom." Eddie says.

"Of course not! You're 18 now and out of school," Maggie says. "If you think it's unsafe for you to be at home, you're more than welcome here." Eddie quickly says 'thanks' to her and is about to head back inside when she stops him. "And, please, we're on a first-name basis here Eddie, you've known us for 15 years!"

*

When Eddie comes back inside, he gets Richie to take him to his house to collect a few things. Richie begs Mike to come along so that he can drive him around town, to show him around. Mike agrees and laughs at Richie's enthusiasm. Richie darts out the door towards his white beaten-up truck, with his keys rattling in his pocket. Eddie laughs as Richie fumbles to unlock the truck. He honestly has no idea how Richie is so energetic all the time when the kid never gets enough sleep. He can only assume it's the coffee and energy drinks on top of his ADHD.

"Seat belts kids!" Richie sings as all three boys buckle up and Richie puts the car in reverse and sure enough, they're heading out down the street.

"You left the clubhouse early?" Eddie says quietly.

"I made you upset, I was going to follow you but Staniel stopped me," Richie replies. "How about we continue this later?" Eddie nods. Richie is quick to take Eddie's hand in his and runs his thumb over his knuckles.

It doesn't take long before the three of them make it to Eddie's house. "Mike, do you have your license?" Richie asks and his twin nods in response. "I will explain everything, but, as of right now, I need you to be our getaway driver."

As Richie gets out, Mike climbs over to the driver's side and gets behind the wheel.

Richie and Eddie climb up the tree that grows outside of Eddie's bedroom.

"Eds, take all your necessities," Richie whispers, knowing full well that Sonia is downstairs. Eddie grabs two backpacks and starts chucking clothes in them. He takes his soap and shampoo as well as his toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant and two bottles of cologne from the bathroom. Richie watches as Eddie grabs his stash of playboy magazines from underneath his pyjamas and shoves them into one of the bags, the tall brunette gulps loudly with nervousness.

Before he knows it, Richie is following Eddie out the window and racing towards the car. They jump straight into the back seat and Mike's driving off down the road.

Richie asks Mike to pull over when they're a few blocks away so that Richie can take over. "So why was I a getaway driver?" Mike asks.

"Eds' mom is ... how would you put it, babe?" Richie says.

"She's overbearing and smothering. She made me believe that I was sick up until I was 13." Eddie says.

"Sorry about your mom," Mike says.

"Don't worry about it. I've got a family that loves me." Eddie takes Richie's free hand in his, smiling up at him.

That's true, Richie thinks to himself. The Losers are always there for each other. Even though Eddie never disclosed the information about his mom to the Losers, they knew that he was afraid. Especially when he came out a year ago. Sonia tried to use her reason against him but Eddie knew better. Everything she ever told him was a lie, his illnesses, most of his allergies, the way the world was. She wanted him holed up in his bedroom for the rest of his life, only showing her his love and affection, nobody else.

But now he can run away and she can do nothing. He left a note on his door for her to read and that's that. The rest of his life begins now, and now he can do whatever the fuck he wants. "Rich, can we go down to the store? I want to bleach my hair," Eddie says. "We can show Mike around town too."

Richie smirks and takes a sharp turn towards the heart of the town.

**** By the time the three of them come back, with ice creams in their hands, there's another boy in the kitchen. Richie and Mike look to one another, there's no way that they have another brother. "Boys this is your cousin, Boris," Maggie says. Richie just about faints. This is all too overwhelming for the poor boy.

He just graduated today

Found out that the boy of his dreams is not going to the same university

He finally got the boy of his dreams

He changed universities and scored a dorm room with that said boy of his dreams

He met his twin for the first time

His boyfriend is running away from his mother

And now he's meeting his cousin for the first time. Add that to the list of crazy things that happened today.

"Hello, Richard, Michael," Boris' accent runs thick, he embraces the two tall curly-haired brunettes. "Nice to meet you both."

"Nice to meet you too Boris," Mike says and Richie just grumbles.

How is he meant to react? It seems odd, meeting a cousin and a twin brother, for the first time in 18 years. "Nice to meet you too, man," Richie finally says. "Why don't we go up to my room?"

Mike and Boris follow Richie and Eddie up the stairs.

It bewilders Eddie, seeing how there are now 3 variations of Richie.

Richie, the only one with glasses, will only wear Hawaiian shirts or flannels, jeans and converse. He changes into accents whenever he's telling a story or a joke just to make it funny. Not to mention his potty mouth where almost every sentence has a swear word in it.

Mike wears a bright coloured polo shirt with shorts. In Eddie's opinion, he looks like Stan but with brighter coloured clothes. He seems more logical and certainly isn't impulsive like his brother.

Boris is dressed in pure black. Black shirt, black pants, black socks and black shoes. Carries and umbrella and talks in somewhat cryptic sentences with a thick Russian accent.

Eddie watches as the three of them interact, and he can already see that Richie is the happy middle of the three. He's got the logic and intelligence as his twin but the badass and wit as his cousin. It's kinda funny but creepy, all at the same time. "Eds, why don't we invite the Losers over?" Richie suggests.

"Is that wise? Your family is probably overwhelmed by your egotistical persona," Eddie says. Richie gives him a look, "oh come on, you've talked yourself up all afternoon!"

"You don't think that do you?" Richie asks the two boys. Boris shakes his head but Mike hesitates.

"It's okay Mike, I found Richie very overwhelming, when I first met him."

"I don't mind meeting your friends. If they're anything like Eddie, I'm sure they're great," Mike says.

"Oh brother dearest, that is by far the overstatement of the year." Richie pauses for the dramatic effect (like he always does). "Eddie's the second loudest and second most annoying, Loser," Richie says.

"Who's number one then?" Boris asks.

"You're looking at him," Richie says, pointing to himself.

Eddie laughs and texts the Losers, telling them to bring themselves over to the Tozier household.

[joiesomer]

Who: Somer & Jeff ( @xjefferxx​ )

Where: AXi house, IHOP, grocery store, Somer’s room

When: 25 July 2019

Notes/Triggers: discussion of eating disorders

Somer wasn't sure what woke him up. It might have been someone moving around the room, or just his own body deciding he didn't need to sleep anymore. He was still tucked against Jeff, absorbing heat from that dancer's body, and he loosened his hold enough to push up on one elbow.

Now that he knew, he was furious with himself for not seeing it. He'd admired his boyfriend's slimly muscled body without paying attention to what he was doing to keep it that way -- and the way they spent hours together had blinded him to the fact that Jeff spent all the rest of his hours dancing. Just dancing. The blond pushed himself to the limit, neglecting sleep, food, everything. Somer supposed he should be grateful he wasn't on that list, but then again that meant he was on the list of things Jeff was neglecting other things /for/. He sighed, then smothered a sneeze.

The second and third sneezes, however, didn't get smothered, and echoed.

Jeff had been up and down some during the night, using the bathroom and actually eating more as he was suddenly hungry. Now hearing Somer sneeze, he smiled and looked to him with one eye open. "Your sneezes are as cute as you, did you know that?" Rolling onto his back, he reached up to touch the boy's cheek. He knew words would never make up for what he had done to Somer the night before, but he could change and he would change because seeing Somer as he did, he didn't ever want to see it again.

"Wanna go get breakfast? I'm actually really hungry."

The redhead sniffed and rubbed his nose furiously. "They make the inside of my skull rattle," he complained. He turned his face into Jeff's hand, kissing the palm, then slid down to put his ear against the blond's stomach. "There's definitely a monster in there," he declared. "You should feed it before it eats us all."

Jeff smiled at the kiss to his palm. When Somer moved to rest his ear to his stomach, he giggled a little bit and shook his head some. "You're so silly. I was going to make some oatmeal and berries. You want some too?" His fingers played through Somer's red hair.

"You like me silly." Somer sat up. "Are we talking instant oatmeal in the kitchen here or what? I was thinking," he said as casually as possible, "maybe we could go some place and get breakfast? My classes are in the afternoons on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"I like a lot of things about you." Jeff nodded some, stopping though when Somer suggested going out for food. "Okay. We can do that ... have like a breakfast date?" There was a hopeful look in his eyes.

Offhandedly, Somer said, "Yeah, something like that." He looked down at Jeff, biting at his lip, heart racing anxiously. "I could treat you?"

Jeff smiled even more. "Yeah, okay. That could be fun. So where are we going for breakfast then?" He cupped his cheek again. "Also, shouldn't I be the one biting that lip?"

"I'm sure there's a Waffle House or IHOP around here someplace," Somer said. His breath came a bit faster. "You think so? I don't know. I'm not sure you deserve that after last night."

Jeff nodded. "You're right ... maybe after we eat?" He hoped he could get kisses once he had been good. "I'm sorry, again. I'm going to get better ... be better for us." Kissing Somer's cheek, he said, "So Ihop then?"

The redhead climbed out of bed, checking his phone for the time. "Yeah. I need to run over to my room and get some clean clothes. Meet me there in 20?"

"Yeah, okay." Jeff rolled to stand, smiling a bit to him. "I'll be there." With that, Jeff grabbed what he needed for a shower and went to shower. It was weird, having the feeling of wanting to eat more than usual, but it wasn't bad.

Somer pulled on his sandals and ran the short distance to his dorm, slipping in and up to his room. He took a quick shower, then sat down at his desk and started to flip through his phone, checking the family hangout and social media.

"Oh, dammit Franco," he moaned, pausing on the picture the photographer had taken of him and Jeff kissing. Part of him was sort of relieved, though. It wasn't as though they were trying to keep it a secret, exactly -- he knew Jeff had been talking to various people, and so had he. But he'd kind of wanted to come out on his own terms, and now Franco had outed him. He fired off a quick, vaguely grumpy message.

All clean, Jeff got dressed and flipped his hair into place. With his glasses on, he made his way towards town to meet Somer at the restaurant. He checked his phone for the time but then a thought filled his mind. He needed to stop hiding it, stop acting like he was okay when he really wasn't. Sending off some texts, he let out a heavy sigh. He knew what it would do to him to admit to those who knew what happened, but he had to be willing to admit it to start to make the change.

After a few minutes, Somer frowned at his phone. Where was Jeff? It was been more than 20 minutes and the blond still wasn't here. He threw out a quick text.

[MSS to: Jeff] Where are you?

Jeff felt his phone go off, looking down to it then back up. He looked around, crossing to the Ihop and sending a quick text back.

Txt to Somer: I'm at Ihop..I thought you said to meet you here.

[MSS to: Jeff] sorry I meant at my room

[MSS to: Jeff] be there shortly

Somer snatched his keys, grumbling to himself about not having been clear, and flung himself out the door. He drove as fast as he thought was safe and barely remembered to kick the car door closed as he piled out and almost ran for the IHOP. "Jeff?"

Jeff had found them a booth in the back, already drinking his juice. He saw Somer and waved him over. With his boyfriend joining him, he smiled. "Sorry I misunderstood ... but I guess this just means you can give me a ride back huh?" He gave Somer a wink.

The redhead slid into the booth next to Jeff with a sigh. "Sorry, I wasn't clear. I guess -- did you walk?" He frowned a bit, but eyed the juice his boyfriend was drinking and didn't say anything about the walking. "I can take you anywhere you want to go -- such as, say, the grocery store where you will buy protein shakes?"

Jeff nodded, "Yeah I walked. It's not that far and I took my time ... texted some friends to come clean with them about what happened." He chuckled, sipping on the juice more. "Sure, we can do that. Can we get some snacks as well? I think if I carry snack foods, it might help ... just gotta go slow."

For a moment Somer felt a bit jealous that Jeff was recruiting others to help, but he pushed it away. He couldn't fix this on his own, and it was good that he recognized it. "We can get almost anything you want -- but I'm not letting you buy boxes of candy or chips or things, okay?" He took Jeff's free hand, twining their fingers together. "How long has this been going on?"

Jeff nodded. "I mean, I was leaning towards crackers ... I was told it's the best way to help rebuild my stomach size ... and I still run a high metabolism so I mean, I'm not really going to put on a lot of weight with this. I want you to know that. But no, no candy or chips." Holding his hand, Jeff sighed. "It started when I was a teenager. I was going to school and dancing all the time, so I had like no time to eat, let alone sleep. My parents would just kind of give me like granola bars and snacks to hold me over from school to dance. Then I'd go home and go to bed ... " Starting to explain. "I was 15 the first time I fainted. Sebastian was there, in the audience, I was on stage performing and just passed out mid-routine. They just said the room was too hot so that's why. When it happened again at 17, Sebastian noticed I hadn't touched the food I was brought. So that's how he found out ... it's just gotten worse as I aged because as my stomach got smaller, it was harder to eat so I didn't. I just started to have lollipops to keep me running ... " His eyes cast down; this was a lot for him to share all at once.

"There's those protein packs," Somer pointed out, then fell silent. When Jeff stopped talking, he rested his head on the table. "Oh my god. Jeff. Oh my god. Five years you've been hiding this?" He turned to Jeff, tears in his eyes. "How have you not accidentally starved yourself to death?"

"because I do eat ... just not enough." Jeff shrugged. "Like I'd always eat breakfast because I would be hungry and just got up so I'd eat that but then the rest of the day just went by so fast that I forgot. It's kind of why I don't dance here anymore, well for schooling at least and I only compete for 6 months. I know if I do it full time and with school, I could fall back into bad habits. I mean, I do take like small bites of things ... " He chewed his lip. "And it's not 5 years ... it's 6, almost 7. I'll be 20 in November."

"You said fifteen," Somer pointed out. "That's five years. Anyway. If a reminder goes off on your phone will you actually pay attention to it?" He sighed, worrying. "And other people better nag you too, because when I get going on a story I forget to eat too -- I just stuff myself when I figure it out."

"15 was when I passed out the first time ... it started at 13," Jeff clarified. "Yeah, I'll pay attention to it. I promise." Jeff dared to lean in and kiss him, even if he wasn't supposed to. "I want to get better, not just for me. They will, I told Sam so he can help me too when you're not around ... so should we order now?"

"Oh, uh. Yeah." The redhead pushed Jeff away gently, but he was smiling. "Dork," he accused. "You're not supposed to steal kisses." He opened the menu, turning to the omelet page. "How about if we split something? Then you can eat as much as you want, but not feel overwhelmed with how much is there."

"I thought it was a good moment to remind you how much I care about you. I will try not to steal more but you are very hard to ignore." With Somer looking at the omelets, he shrugged. "I'm not really feeling eggs much right now ... I was thinking I'd try biscuits and gravy."

"All right," Somer agreed easily. "But if you want some of what I'm getting you take it." He looked up at the tired-looking waitress and crisply ordered an omelet with all kinds of sides.

Jeff gave his order as well, pulling Somer in close to him. "I can still cuddle you right?"

He poked a finger into the blond's side. "I don't know if I should let you," he teased. "Affection is about the only control I have over you." But his green eyes danced with laughter.

Jeff giggled, nuzzling him. "You have more pull than that, trust me." He smiled as he just held him there. It was nice to let go for the moment, let go of what had been weighing him down and just be there with Somer.

"Behave," Somer said at last, laughing a bit. "Just because Franco outed me to the whole campus doesn't mean you get to sit here and do epic PDA."

"Now how is holding you and nuzzling your cheek pda?" Jeff chuckled as well. "Well now I can at least make out with you at parties. I like making out with you," he whispered into his ear.

Somer flushed, squirming. "Jeff," he protested. "Behave. We're here to eat, not for you to embarrass the heck out of me. Also, do you even know what PDA means?"

"Public displays of affection, I know what it means but I mean I could be making out with you right now," he said, winking as he sat back but still held him with their food arriving.

"Eat," Somer said firmly, wriggling away from Jeff so he had elbow room. He was pretty hungry himself, and started in on the bacon, shoving almost a whole piece in his mouth.

Jeff's eyes grew as he watched Somer eat. Jeff took his time; he knew he had to go slow to give his body time to compensate as he ate. He ate down one biscuit and stopped for a moment. He had to just give himself time for it.

By that time the redhead was halfway through his omelet, and one pancake was a smear of syrup on the plate and nothing more. He looked at Jeff's plate, but didn't say anything, just offered him a strip of bacon. Surely nobody could turn down bacon.

jeff smiled, taking the piece and nibbling on it. He had to keep a good pace but also take it at a speed that his body was okay with. His stomach settling, he started to eat a bit more, though he pushed the plate away after only 2 more bites. "I'm full."

Somer was starting to slow down, and he licked his fingers of the syrup delicately. "Let it sit for a little," he advised. "You might want to eat more in a little bit." He sat back, patting his stomach, which he was pretty sure was a bit rounded, and burped.

Jeff shook his head. "no, I'm okay. I don't want anymore." He had already sat once and tried to let it settle, he wasn't going to push it and he hoped Somer wouldn't push too much either.

"Mmm." The redhead eyed his own plate through half-lidded eyes, and sipped at the last of his drink. "I think I'm done, too." He flagged down the waitress and handed her his card, asking for a box.

Jeff pulled him to his side once more. "Do you want to go nap then we can go to the store?" He could use a nap as well. Truly it was the best way to make sure he held the calories as well. But he was going to be good and do as Somer asked.

"No, because if we go home now I won't want to come back out." He put an arm around Jeff's shoulders, kissing his forehead. "Come on. Soonest started, soonest done."

Jeff pouted for a moment. "Can't I have a real kiss?" he asked as they slipped from the booth. He held his hand out for Somer to hold his hand.

"When we get to the car." Somer linked his fingers into Jeff's, drawing the blond along in his wake, and handed him into the passenger side with a sly grin. Then he leaned into the door, enjoying being a tiny bit taller than the dancer, and kissed him slowly. One kiss turned into two, then three as the summer sun beat down on them.

Jeff followed, smiling as he leaned into Somer to kiss him. It was nice, just being pressed together at the lips. His lips moved and danced with the redhead's, the kisses only parting long enough for another to start. His hands on the boy's hips as he smiled with every movement of their lips.

"There," Somer breathed, pulling away slowly. "Kisses. Because you've been good." He went around the car, pausing to adjust himself, and took them to the grocery store with a slight flush on his cheeks.

Jeff nodded. "Hmm I'll keep being good for those kisses." Slipping in, he couldn't help but notice his blush, though he said nothing. Taking his hand, Jeff held it as Somer drove. "I'm still getting crackers, those protein packs don't give me enough calories I think."

"The calories are better for you," Somer insisted. "Carb calories aren't as good as protein calories. And you can have as many of the protein packs as you want at one time -- the stuff is all cut up into little pieces so it's easy to trick yourself into eating more." He snarled under his breath at someone looking for a parking space, and took his hand back from Jeff.

Jeff sighed. "Somer, I know I have no right to say this but please trust me some with what I get ... please." He knew he didn't deserve it but he had thought about this, about what helped him to want to eat. "It doesn't trick me like you think it would, plus I'd rather make my own snacks."

The redhead pushed the car door shut a bit harder than he meant to. "Jeff," he started, pressed his lips together, and tried again, softer this time. "What if we just get the same kind of thing that's in the protein packs? Cheese and nuts and dried fruit and bits of meat. And you can just put it together whatever way you want, but it's not going to be as simple as the prepackaged stuff, and you'll have to remember to put it together. At least with the prepackaged ones you can just throw them in your bag." He sighed. "I'm trying to make this easy for you -- just stuff you can grab and go. Please stop fighting me so hard on this!"

Jeff licked his lips, trying not to cry as it seemed he had upset his boyfriend. "I want to do it that way because it reminds me to do it. It makes me have to make an effort ... " He whispered.

"Oh." Somer nearly stopped in the middle of the crosswalk, then hurried into the store. "Oh. Okay. That ... okay, I can work with that. Yeah. So you don't want it to be too easy, but the food options are okay?"

Jeff followed him, grabbing a cart once they were inside the store. "Like I said, please trust me. I promise I'm trying to do this right for me ... umm well I don't like almonds but I think we can do most of it, yeah."

"What about cashews, pecans? Macadamia nuts?" Somer offered, heading straight for the chips and nuts aisle.

"Umm I don't know for sure ... I have to try them." Jeff walked along with him, and looked once they got there, his face scrunching some though as he looked at the nuts. "None of them look good to me ... "

"Well I like nuts." The redhead grabbed a can of fancy mixed nuts with sea salt, and an unsalted can. "You can try them. What about peanuts? You eat Snickers bars."

"Yeah you do." Jeff took the chance to make that joke while he could. "They're okay, I guess I kind of have to be in the right mood for them. I like peanut butter a lot though. I love peanut butter filled pretzels."

It took Somer a second, and then he spluttered with laughter, having to lean against Jeff as he wobbled. "Really?" he gasped, "really?" The redhead snorted another giggle. "We'll get some of those too."

Jeff smiled. "Well I mean, you do have a boyfriend after all." Chuckling a bit. "Okay good, I think you might like them, they're very addictive if you ask me."

"The last thing I need is more snacks. I will get fat, and then you won't like me anymore." Somer bumped Jeff with his shoulder and pushed the cart to dairy. "Cheese."

Jeff bumped him back, smirking as he picked Somer up and set him in the seat of the basket. "First off, I will always like you, size doesn't matter ... though don't get taller okay?" He pushed him in the cart down the cheese aisle.

"Ack!" Somer thrashed, trying to get enough leverage to get out of the uncomfortable seat. "No! Get me out of here, what the hell, Jeff, what did I say about picking me up!? I'm not five!"

Jeff helped him down from the seat. "I just wanted to push you in the cart. I know you're not 5."

"I don't want to be pushed in the cart!" The redhead brushed at his jeans, checking to see that they weren't torn or anything. "Blondie, I don't fit in that spot, and it says not to put adults there." He folded his arms. "Pick some cheese."

Jeff nodded, remembering that for next time. He grabbed some sharp cheese, pepper jack and baby bell cheeses.

Somer made a silly face at the pepper jack. "That's all you. I'm not eating any of that." He added a package of colby jack to the cart for himself through. "How about fruits? Apples, strawberries, stuff like that? I like canteloupe."

"Alright but I'm stealing some of yours too," he chuckled. "Eww canteloupe ... " he made a face. "The others are good choices, peaches, plums and nectarines too."

"You are the worst little thief. First my heart and now my cheese?!" The redhead shook his head. "I'm doomed. Totally doomed. But I will eat your share of the canteloupe, and you will eat grapes and blueberries and blackberries and raspberries and honeydew? And pineapple? And bananas?"

"I'm not giving it back, your heart that is but then again, you have mine and I don't want it back." Jeff kissed his cheek. "No honeydew. The only melon I really like is watermelon."

"Oh, well, that's fine then." Somer put the mixed melon container back and stacked berry containers in the cart instead. Then he added some apples, some bananas, oranges, tangerines, and peaches. "I wonder if you can get some of these things in the dining hall?" he mused. "I bet you can, bananas and things. You could pick one up after breakfast."

"I don't really go there cuz of living in the frat but I mean, I can try to get there in the morning before some of my classes." Looking at the piled up things, he was okay with it so far. "Okay now we get some meats and crackers."

"I'm just worried about things going bad because of how much we're getting." The redhead pushed the cart to the cracker aisle, grabbing a package of dark chocolate oreos for himself.

"So maybe we cut back some of the fruit and do this once a week? Or at least instacart it." Jeff shrugged. "I don't think though we can get as fresh as this in the dining hall." He grabbed a box of ritz crackers and a thing of tolhouse cookies.

Somer side-eyed the cookies, but didn't say anything. "How about wheat thins? I like those."

Jeff nodded as he grabbed them, and some cheezits as well. "I like my crackers. Now I need pepperoni, ham and turkey."

The redhead also eyed the cheezits, but with longing this time. "Right. Okay." They headed for the back of the store with all the meats, and Somer leaned on the cart, waiting for Jeff to pick out what he wanted.

"Do you not like cheezits?" Jeff asked as they went to the meat. Jeff picked out some kinds of all meats he would need. Now that he was done, he looked to Somer. "All done."

Somer bit his lip. "I love cheezits. That's the problem."

"Well I can share if you want me to. Though I would never share you." Kissing his cheek once more.

"Maybe ... after swim meets? I'm usually too tired to care if I eat or not after those, so you could help me remember." Somer turned and put his arms around Jeff's waist, burying his face in the blond's shirt. Irrationally he was suddenly terrified that Jeff would just disappear.

Jeff hugged and held him close. "I can do that, I'm normally just finishing dance." Holding him there. "Oh we forgot the protein shakes and things."

"No we didn't," Somer mumbled. "We didn't get there yet." With reluctance, he let Jeff go. His boyfriend had enough problems, trying to deal with this food thing, and his bipolar. He didn't need Somer being weak and adding to that. The redhead squared his shoulders, holding his head high, and navigated to the aisle with the diet foods and such. "Here you go."

Jeff followed behind, hugging Somer from behind and kissing his cheek. He waddled with him now, holding him all the way down the aisle. He looked at the shakes, and twisted his face so much. "Not sure what flavor would be best."

Practically, Somer said, "We'll get some of each. I'm sure someone else will drink them if you don't like them. I bet if you leave them on the counter in the frat house they'll disappear."

"Okay but maybe not that one." Pointing to the coffee one, he couldn't see anyone wanting it. So Jeff grabbed 3 flavors and made a cute face at Somer.

The redhead huffed a soft laugh. "Come on, I'll teach you how to be a bottomless pit yet. Let's go check out. I still have some reading to do before class."

Jeff sauntered over to him and pulled Somer close. "Kisses before you study, please?" Coming to check out, Jeff pulled his wallet out and was ready to pay. "You got breakfast, I'm paying for my own food."

"Somehow I have this idea that if I let you kiss me, I won't get any studying done," Somer said dryly. He scanned each thing in the self-check, neatly bagging it.

"I promise I will let you study, I might nap while you study though." Jeff paid the machine once they were done with scanning the items. "So back to my place? Do you want to bring your books over?"

"I'll drop you off at the AXi house, okay? There's some stuff on the class website I need to look at as well, and I don't want to carry my laptop across campus right now." It didn't take long to put all the bags in Somer's trunk, and he closed it. "I guess I should get some reusable bags."

Jeff nodded, helping with the bags and slipping into the passanger seat. "Okay, I will be counting the moments until you come over ... also I'll be ordering some pizza." He smiled to Somer. "We'll have to go to the dollar store and get you some."

A quick frown flickered across Somer's face. "No, I mean -- I don't think I can come over to your place before class. Probably not til later tonight, after swim practise. I've got this reading to do, and the stuff to look at on the class website, then my philo classes, then swim practise ..." It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with Jeff. But he was starting to feel a bit like he was neglecting other things in favour of that.

"Oh sorry, my bad." Jeff blushed some. "Yeah, okay. I don't want to take from the other things in your life ... so after swim and dance then? If not, it's cool, I don't mind. Just wanting to know okay?" he said, kissing his cheek.

"You could come nap in my room," Somer offered, "after you put away your groceries. If you wanted. I get it if you want to spend some time with your fraternity brothers, though. After last night and all."

Jeff smiled. "Okay, I'll prep my stuff for today then come over to nap on you." Winking, though he was joking. He was just giving him a bad time. It wasn't long and they were back at the frat. Jeff leaned over with a puppy look. "Kiss before I go?"

Somer leaned over and swiped a promissory sort of kiss to Jeff's mouth. "Text me if you can't get in, okay? Class starts at 1:10, so I'm gonna be out then."

Jeff smiled softly. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Though Jeff was going to skip class for the day but thankfully it was just one class today. Carrying the bags in, Jeff waved Somer off as he went it to put it all away. Jeff labelled it all, hoping his brothers would understand this had to be just his.

Somer did his best to put the whole situation out of his head. The Divine Comedy actually took a bit of concentration, and he wasn't going to be able to even understand the language if he was distracted by worrying about Jeff. He set his chin in his hand and frowned at the screen, thinking hard.

Jeff came wandering over to Somer's room. He had snacks in his bags, and protein shakes as well. Knocking, he waited for his boyfriend to let him in. He smiled to him, kissing his cheek and laying on the bed. "I brought your nuts over ... and ones in the container too."

"You know you can just come in if you want," the redhead said, then Jeff's words connected and he collapsed into the papasan chair laughing. "Oh my god. You're just never going to let that go now, are you?" He kept laughing, so hard his face turned red.

Jeff shook his head. "Nope, you are never going to live down your love of nuts ... but hey, I love your nuts too." Laying back on the bed, he pulled a pillow in and pulled out a protein shake, drinking it down.

That sally just made Somer laugh all the harder, until he was wheezing and gasping for breath. His grin was so wide it hurt. "Oh god, oh my god, Jeff, why?" He tried to get control of himself, met the blond's gaze, and snorted another giggle.

"Because I love your laugh and your smile, so I'll find a reason to see it and hear it anytime." He replied, holding the pillow close. "Hey Somer ... "

Somer had his face buried in his hands, trying not to actually look at Jeff so he could get control of himself again. "Nnn? What?"

"Thank you for all this. Thank you for caring about me and being here for me ... for still wanting to be with me and help me with this ... " Jeff's eyes radiated the pure honesty and love that he was starting to have for the redhead.

The giggles stopped almost abruptly, and Somer climbed out of the chair. He came over and leaned against the bed, leaning over to kiss Jeff softly. "Of course." He opened his mouth, hesitated, then said, "I ... I think I love you."

Jeff kissed him back. Hearing him say what he said, Jeff smiled and cupped his cheek. "Yeah? You do?" Biting his lip. "I think I love you too."

Somer's cheeks turned pink, and he hid his face in the covers at Jeff's side.

Jeff nuzzled his hair a bit, smiling still as he kissed his hair then. "Why are you hiding?" He lifted Somer up to make him look at him. "Don't ever hide, your eyes sparkle and they light up my life."

The redhead gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, shaking his head. He reached out, snagged the other pillow, and put it over Jeff's face. "Stop that, I have to work now."

"Hmm kiss me, maybe give me a handjob ... or let me give you one." Jeff laughing as he had a face full of pillow. "Well then go study, why are you talking to me?"

"You got all confessional and serious!" Somer twisted around, swinging one leg over the back of his computer chair, and grabbed the huge volume of the Divine Comedy. "I have to read some of this, okay, so you just ... nap. Yeah. Lie there and try not to be cute."

Jeff smiled, "I can try but this face, it's just too cute ... I will try though." Jeff laid there, even rolling over to face the wall. Soon he was fast asleep though that didn't help much as he let out soft little snores from his little turned up nose.

The redhead managed to puzzle his way through a few verses before Jeff's snoring caught his attention, and he looked over at the bed and smiled. His boyfriend would probably never believe him, but they were pretty cute snores. He stood up and stretched, checked the time, then resituated himself in the papasan chair with his feet up on the bed and an alarm for quarter to one on his phone. At least if he fell asleep -- or Jeff distracted him -- he'd be aware of being almost late.

Jeff was slept for some time, not sure how long it was. When he stirred, he looked around some to see if he was alone or not.

There was a note stuck to Somer's clock. It said 'You looked too comfy sleeping and you didn't wake up when my alarm went off so I left you. Class, class, swim practise, will text when I'm done. Remember to eat. :heart: S'

Jeff looked at the note, smiling and nodding. He sat up, shooting a text to Jeanne about leading practice for the day. With that, he got into his bag, snacking on some of the cheezits and cheese be brought.

Somer stood in the tiny shower cubicle at the pool after practise, letting the hot water rain down on him with his eyes closed. Hunter had worked them to the bone, and he was exhausted. It was barely seven thirty, and he could feel his stomach growling, but the idea of eating put him off entirely. With a sigh, he wobbled from the shower, wrapped his towel around himself, and texted Jeff.

[ MMS to: Jeff :heart: ] donwe with practice. so tired. dont wanna eat

Jeff was still eating when he got the text. He smiled then it fell some. Jeff would wait to say anything until Somer got there. If he was going to eat, so was Somer. He understood how it felt to not be hungry after all that but at the same time, it was important to eat after.

Somehow Somer managed to get back to his room. He was very glad he hadn't taken the bike out of the rack, because the way he was feeling he would have fallen off, or crashed into something.

Jeff had heard Somer coming and when he saw him, he stood fast. He didn't care what he had promised, picking him up and bringing him over to sit on his lap. "You look like you need to sleep some, baby."

"Too early," Somer mumbled. "If I sleep now it'll screw up my whole schedule." He leaned into Jeff's body, and let the blond coax him into eating slowly. It felt very nice, being taken care of like that.

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2 - Confession

(a/n: The italicized words are the words they say in English. The ones which are not are just subtitles. I want to write it in Hangul but I remembered that I don't know Hangul and you, too, cannot understand it. )

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"Are you ready?" Chanyeol inquires, locking the door of his room. He placed his phone on his giant ear and his shoulder holding it to keep it in place. He's phoning Sera right now while walking his way to the basement to get his car and fetch Sera in her house so they two can go to school together. That's what bestfriends do.

"Hmm, Yes, I already prepared our lunch. Please move quickly. They might sue us again for being late." Sera states, shifting uncomfortably on her seat as she watches unicorns sliding on a rainbow.

"Wait for me there in 15 minutes. I'll be driving now. I'll hang up. Bye." She hears dangling of keys in the other line and gets ready to depart.

~~~~~

Just after Sera opens the door of Chanyeol's door, because she knows Chanyeol will not do it for her, she immediately spots her bestfriend, Hannie.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" Hannie and Taewoo are playing rock, paper and scissors. Children these days, tsk. Sera thinks. Seolrin is just sitting there, scrolling her phone while waiting for Willis, she doesn't give a fuck.

Sera can already see the figures of her buddies. Chanyeol tells Sera that he'll come after a minute, he's having some time for himself and he is still in his car, freshening his breath, fixing his outfit and all for when Seolrin gets near him, he's all perfect, he's his crush after all.

Skipping like a kid towards her friends, Hannie and Taewoo already noticed her presence but still continues to play their game, the person who will pay for their lunch later depends on the winner of the game.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" Hannie's fingers are positioned as scissors while Taewoo's are paper, making Hannie the winner. Within a second of realizing that she's the winner, she sticks her tongue out to Willis. Their game ended and they can finally take notice of Sera who is just standing there like a beggar who is waiting for people passing to give her alms. "Hello," Hannie greets her. Seolrin finally looks up from her phone to Sera's face, but she is still not giving a fuck.

"Where's Chanyeol?" Taewoo asks.

"Doing his business inside his car. He'll come in any minute." Taewoo didn't ask for such questions about what Chanyeol is doing or when will he come but Sera already gave him the full details so he won't ask for such questions anymore.

What business is he doing there? Not that he's judging Sera because of the way she composed the statement, it is in a bit perverted way. Maybe doing his job. The 'you know' job.

"Is he hurrying? I need to see Ree before she goes to her first class." Taewoo states, forced dejectedly. Hyunree is his long-time crush and that girl doesn't have the same schedule as theirs.

Sera is about to speak when she sees two men walking like some famous bitches in red carpet. Willis and Chanyeol are having their arms on each other's shoulders like bros. They thought they look cool. When they saw Seolrin's inevitable glare to the two of them, they fasten their walk in immediate.

~~~~~

Sera's already got home. Chanyeol actually took her home because that's what bestfriends do. She just finished eating dinner and is now ready to sleep. That's how her day goes.

Being surprised by her phone producing a sound all of a sudden, she fishes it, reaching her arms on the nightstand (where it is located). She is lying on her bed right now, still waiting for her Hogwarts letter. She opens the message from:

GD The Explorer? 10:15 pm ✓   Are you still up?

Sera (My future Wife) 10:15 pm ✓ Yeah. Seems like you're up early.. It's 6:15 am there, right? Good Morning ><

Sera smiles, replying in Hangul although she knows that she's talking to an English speaker person, but she doesn't give a damn about it, the person whom she's talking to right now understands Hangul, anyway.

(a/n: I don't really know if it's possible for their contact names both appear. This is Sera's phone and not Sera's point of view. But I will just put the contact name of Sera on that guy's phone.)

GD The Explorer? 10:16 pm ✓ Well, I have to wake up early to have talks to you. (even though it is still late there when I do). Anyway, how's school get going?

Staring at her phone for a minute, she thinks if the words she will type will hurt him. She fidgets her fingers on the bed as she decides to just be honest, that would hurt him less than a lie would.

Sera (My Future Wife) 10:18 pm✓ I know that if I tell you. You'd be hurt. I'm really sorry. I still can't give what you want.

Gideon The Explorer? 10:19 pm✓ Hey, I was asking you about school. And don't stress out too much.. it's not just your 'yes' that I am waiting for. I am also waiting for your *that L word*. And I will do my waiting patiently. Don't think about it too much. Good night and don't forget that I love you ^^

She can't take this, but she is continuously doing otherwise. It's so hard to watch a person giving all his love to you but your busy giving yours to others. She know she's a bitch for doing so. She knows it.

Sera (My Future Wife) 10:20 pm ✓ :) Good morning :)

It was a tiring day. How can she even think of that? She's just like an 8-year old kid who writes on her diary whenever something happens.

Having no contact lenses feels really comfortable. She can just sleep in any minute right now. But some certain things that she doesn't know restrains her from doing so. She feels like wanting to stay up all night for unknown reasons, although she doesn't have anything to do. She's just going to stare at the ceiling for 8 fucking hours, thinking of how complicated her life is. And just by imagining that, she feels so nostalgic.

Tossing and turning on her bed, unable to sleep.

A 'ding' sound from her phone wakes her up again. Not that she's asleep but her soul is.

Sera was expecting the same person but a little part in her heart hopes that it is from Chanyeol. And that is what happens as she taps the icon with her eyes closed.

Park- 10:30 pm ✓   I know you're still awake. A certain unknown thing tells my brain that you are.

Kang- 10:30 pm ✓   Hmm? Why do you have to send me those kind of words. You could have just tell me "Sera, are you still awake?". That's way too dramatic. Anyway, what is it? Hurry up, I'm about to sleep now.

Laughing at her own lies, Sera sits on her bed in a 'W' leg position. And because it is Chanyeol, there's a smile plastered in her face.

Obviously, she doesn't mean it when she said, "Hurry up, I'm about to sleep.". But sometimes, you have to lie or simply play hard-to-get for people not to think of you being no fun.

And that's what she did.

Park- 10:31 pm ✓   Sera, can I ask you a favor? You know that we're already college students, right?

Sera shifts, thinking of some smart situations that Chanyeol could be referring to. She knows it when Chanyeol is being like this. He sure will wish for something really big. Because the last time Chanyeol became like this to her, he was begging Sera to finish his thesis because he doesn't have any clever ideas to think about. And that's not a very good situation.

Kang- 10:32 pm ✓   Are you asking me or you're being a dumbass bean again?

Sera replies.

Park- 10:32 pm ✓   And since we already had known each other so much.. Rin, Hannie, Taewoo and Willis.

Kang- 10:32 pm ✓   And?

Why can't just this guy go straight to his point? There are so many this and that in his texts. And it's absolutely creeping the hell out of Sera. She furrows her eyebrows. Damn, Chanyeol's blabbering is like a YouTube video. You have to skip the advertisement first before you get to the real point.

Park- 10:34 pm ✓   Sera, you are the one whom I am closes to that's why I am telling you this, okay? And of course I know that you're not going to share my secrets.

Kang- 10:34 pm ✓   Just go straight to the point, Park. I'm really getting sleepy and it's really late already.

Sera lies again. Of course, she can wait for everything without hesitation when it comes to Chanyeol.

Park- 10:36 pm ✓   I wanna ask Seolrin out.

Her heart broke upon reading the last text message. She felt like being torn by pieces of needles.

Just as what she expected, this is going to be a long night for her.

So this is the reason. The 'unknown' reason which my heart is longing to know earlier. Why does it have to hurt so much?

She takes her pillow and lies underneath it. Hello, Mr. Pillow. I think you're going to be soaked again. She says in her mind, the first tear already fell.