#it’s really funny and I’ll be dying of laughter tomorrow but I also just wanna cry rn because my sketchbook : (

[quotemenevervore]

When your puppies eat your sketchbook with vore sketches in it, call that voreception

[another-fantasy-world]

Hi! Can I request a part 2 to your Valkyrae imagine?

GIF isn’t mine. Credits to the owner!

Title: Idol’s Inspiration Part 2 

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rae x Fem! Reader

Summary: A collection of moments involving an idol and a streamer

Warnings: Cursing?. Just pure fluffiness

Word Count: 3,043 words

I had way too much ideas on this one so this is going to be a collection of said ideas. Have fun!

Actually, I saw someone on my dashboard asking for Rae x Reader imagines, so hi to that person!

You can read Part 1 Here

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You took a couple of days before you gathered the courage to actually message Rae, you also spent those couple of days staring at the paper containing her number and your phone, which also has her number punched in. 

“Okay. I just have to press send...” Your fingers hovered over the icon as you chewed your lips in nervousness.

“Oh damn it.” Luna groaned before snatching your phone and pressing send, barely giving you time to retaliate

“Hey!” You complained, staring at her in disbelief

“You were taking too long” She shrugged, sipping on her milkshake as she tossed your phone back to you

You only had time to roll your eyes before phone vibrated.

‘About time you texted me, I was beginning to think you forgot. Oh and totally, I could make a lobby for you rn’

‘Sounds good! I’m free this Friday!’

You smiled, well, looks like you’re playing with your favorite streamer group this Friday then.

-

Your bandmate Jace actually owns a gaming pc, to which you borrowed to play among us, which ended you up here, in his room, on a private discord call with Rae, her helping you set up for tomorrow.

“So is this your first time, ya know? Playing among us?” Rae asks as the download bar for the proximity chat

“Oh no. Uhm, My bandmates and I play all the time, sometimes on public lobbies and sometimes we drag our crew to play, especially while on the tour bus. Plus, I watch you scream and play all the time so you don’t have to worry about me Rachel” You explain, smiling softly at the memories, trying to ignore the feeling of content and satisfaction at how easy her name rolled out of your tongue

“That’s cool.” She replies, about to say something when a bark interrupts her

“Mika! Hi! Hi baby~” You hear her coo, your smile widening

“Raeeee! Tell Mika I said hi!” You chuckled

“Y/N says hi!” She says, running her hand through Mika’s fur, the white furball now sitting in her lap

“Awee~ You’re both so cute~” You coo, laughing when Rae hid herself behind Mika

You spent the night talking about random stuff, setting up for the game and running a test run with her, but then laughing when you realized you can’t play with just the both of you, ultimately deciding to start early tomorrow for a test run. Her also adding you to their discord before sleeping.

-

“My new favorite seafood!” You furrowed your brows when you heard Sykkuno’s voice fill your ears when you joined the discord call

“Shrimp.” Brooke giggled

“OOOOOHHH. So that’s why they were saying shrimp for Rae. I was like, what does that even mean?” Rae’s sentence caught you off guard, especially since you just tweeted that exact same phrase before logging in.

“shit.” You mumbled, having dropped the lid of the water jug you were drinking from.

“Y/N! HI HI HI HI” Rae greeted

“Hello.” You replied, a little overwhelmed at being the center of attention.

“Pfft- My chat is saying shrimp for Y/N now” Sykkuno announces

“Mine too” Brooke agrees, soon followed by the rest of the lobby, making you laugh

“I’m Sorry, Sorry! Actually, I may know why that’s happening. Fun fact! I actually gave people permission to shrimp for me on an interview, since I found it funny, especially since I’m also shrimping for someone.” You explained

“Oh yeah! I saw that clip.” Rae mumbles, trying to decide which color she should be in and what hat she should wear

“I wonder who Y/N is simping for. Hmmmm. Who could that be? Hmmmm.” Toast teases

“Yeaaah. I wonder who that could be.” Poki replies, her teasing tone much more evident

-

It had been a couple weeks now since you first played with Rae and her friends, her friends who are now also your friends. You were pressured to stream on YouTube by your fans and also Rae, who you now have late night talks with.

“Y/N! Hiiiiii!” You hear Rae as you rounded, soon followed my Corpse’s voice

“Choke me-” Corpse started

“LIKE U HEYT MEH BAT U LAB MEH-” Rae continued, mispronouncing words that made you chuckle

“Lowkey wanna date me when you hmm me.” You sang, connecting the wires

“NEW SONG! NEW SONG! Corpse and Coldify! C and C!” Rae exclaimed, her little red bean circling you and Corpse

“Oh yeah, definitely, Corpse? You up to it?” You ask, doing a little wiggle to show your excitement

“Hell yeah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” he does that deep voice thing that made you flinch

-

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the sound of my voice.” Rae exclaims, talking to chat you assume.

You rolled your eyes, finding Rae’s voice beautiful. You jumped out of the vent, knowing that no one was around, making her scream

“Hi! Just wanted to pop in and let you know that your voice is actually beautiful and I would love to sing with you some time. That’s all, I’ll go back to killing now, Oh! you might want to check vitals, love.” You say, hopping back into the vent, laughing silently. Then abruptly stopping when you realized you called Rae “love”, glancing at the chat, who were now spamming your ship name with Rae

Seeing Lily alone, humming a tune, you quickly popped out of the vent, sliced him in half before a meeting was called, Ludwig finding Toast’s body.

“Before we start. I just want to say, to the person who called me “love”... You don’t get to call me that then run away!” She exclaims

“Sorry! I got embarrassed!” You pouted. You wiggled your eyebrows at your chat, smirking slightly

“Uh-huh. Oops, Sorry Lud. Carry On” Rae says, letting Lud explain his “Different Universe” theories about how Toast died.

-

“Heeeey...” Rae trailed out, her cornering you in storage

“Hiiii?” You smiled nervously. You don’t know what was happening in her mind

“Soooo... Babuska?” You immediately got what she was implying, nodding frantically, before realizing she couldn’t see you

“Yeah. Yeah let’s do this!” You both walked out, Rae on the lead while your white character trails after her

“OH LOOK! There’s Corpse! And Sykkuno! Hiiiiiii!” She greeted cheerily, somehow you could see the evil smile on her face

“oh- Oh. Hi Rae! We’re just shooting some space rocks here!” Sykkuno says, her green character circling Rae

“I see. I see... Babushka.” Rae states, you wait a couple of seconds letting Sykkuno and Corpse panic first, before slicing Corpse in half.

“OH JESUS! You killed Corpse! You killed him! You really kil-” He was cut off when Ash creeped behind him, biting his head off

“Thanks Ash.” You say, laughing as Rae gasped and laughed as well

-

“Rae~ Oh Rae~” You chuckled, looking for the brunette

“What?!” She exclaimed from her spot behind the seismic reactors

“Oh uhm, are you streaming right now?” You asked her, preparing yourself for what you are about to say.

“Uh yes? Duh?” 

“Ohkay... well, hypothetically, If I were to ask you out, is it okay if I do it on stream orrr?”

“Well, hypothetically, I would be fine with it either way, yes.”

“Oh okay!” You clear your throat

“Ms. Valkyrae, The Valkyrae, Rae, would you please grace me with your presence on this coming friday night and allow me to buy you dinner, m’lady?” You say in your best posh voice

“...Yes” She says in a small voice

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7!” You say

“Great! Okay”

“Great. I’ll kill you now.” you say

“Wait what?!” she exclaims, her scream perfectly cut when the victory sign flashes on your screen.

“THE AUDACITY! HOW DARE YOU! I- I CAN’T EVEN” She rages

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You apologized, laughing your ass off

-

“I’m on Y/N Protection Services! She’s been dying a lot lately!” Rae exclaims, you rolling your eyes at her dramatics, both of you were impostors.

“Well, thank you m’lady” You replied, faking gas

“Ooooooh! I have speci, come.” Rae says, her red character slicing toast nonchalantly when you passed him doing telescope

“Uhm-”

“Shh.” 

And suddenly, when the decontamination doors open, Poki emerged from it, panicking you killed her.

“Oh shit! No! Wait! I’m sorry! Pokiii!” You whined, following Rae into decontam

Finding Janet in Speci, You go to say hi, only to be interrupted by the body being found.

“OH NO! TOAST! He was just with me! OH JESUS!” Sykkuno exclaims, making you bite your lip to avoid laughing

“Where’s the body?” Jack asks

“Medbay, by the telescope” Brooke answers

“It has to be Y/N! She’s the only one who could’ve killed Toast!” Janet accused

“Hey! What?! Why me?!” you complained, 

“You came from upper decontam! Toast’s body is in medbay, That’s sus.” Janet says, you were about to defend yourself when Rae chimed in

“There is a possibility that Y/N is the impostor.” She states

“Wha?! RAE?! You- You were with me in speci!”

“What? No I wasn’t! You’re lying! I lost you when I was doing gas! I was looking for you everywhere!” Rae says making you look at chat with a pout

“I didn’t see her there either...” Janet backed her up

“Wha?! Guys?! Come on, let’s skip! There’s barely enough evidence!” You desperately say, trying to save yourself

In the end, 7 heads voted for you.

“...Y/N will remember this.” You state before being thrown off the ship, welcomed by Poki and Toast’s laughter

“Yeah. Yeah. Hmmpf.” you huffed at Poki and Toast

“My girlfriend just betrayed me. Rae betrayed me chat, she just, she pushed me off the plank. She just, watched as I burned in the lava. She kicks me out of her bed for Mika, and now she betrays me, then pushes me off the plank. Ohhh the pain” you dramatically say as you followed Rae, her returning to specimen

“Listen, chat, Y/N if you’re listening... That was payback for that one time you killed me behind reactor right after you asked me on a date! Okay!” You rolled your eyes and looked at your camera with an annoyed look in your face

But your smile slowly returns as Rae goes on a mass massacre making you both win without meetings, making you bounce in your seat, clapping

“Good Job Rae! That was so good! You successfully scared me, I might not sleep in your room now.” You teased her, making her gasp

-

“Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Hello everyone and welcome to the streeaam! Part 2. We are starting the playthrough of little nightmares 2- Hold on, Y/N’s calling.”

“Love?” Your voice rings out through Rae’s phone

“Hiii Baby! You’re on speaker” Rae states while looking at the game settings

“Oh. Well Hi chat! Anyways, Mcdonalds? I’m 5 minutes away, don’t start little nightmares yet, come on.” You whined

“Oh you big baby, I wasn’t starting without you.” Rae laughs

“Liar, I was watching your stream.” You deadpanned

“Pshh. Pshh! But yeah, Mcdonald’s fine. And hurry up! I wanna play!”

“Okay, okay sheesh, I’ll be there with your chimkin nuggies” 

-

“Baby?” You knocked on her door, even after all the months that you have been together, you always knocked on her door before entering, incase she was doing something.

“Come in love! Perfect timing.” You open the door to see your girlfriend playing with Mika, Little Nightmares 2 plastered on the screen. You approached her and kissed her forehead

“Hi Babe. Hi chat! How are you guys doing? Hold on, let me set this down.” You say, arranging the food on Rae’s desk, careful not to spill anything

“Are we ready? Baby, grab your chair. Are we ready? Are we ready? I’m so excited!” The excitement in her eyes is making you smile

“Oh she’s excited alright, she wouldn’t shut up about it chat. Trust me” You chuckled.

“Will there be a lot of screaming? Rae?” You read chat

“Uhm. Hopefully not, I don’t know dude. Can’t control my screams.”

-

“A Shoe!” Rae gasps

“Baby, there’s literally hanging kids dangling in a net and the first thing you notice is the shoe?” You looked at her in disbelief

“Oh. What happened to you guys? Stinkyy. Oooooh. Physics!” You bit your lip and shook your head at your girlfriend’s antics

“Y/N, I feel comfort when I hold this shoe.”

“Ouch. Are you saying I’m not comforting you? Rude.”

“Stop trolling!” She says, turning to you as you held up a fry

She raises her eyebrows before biting the whole fry, along with your finger.

“Ouch! Damn it Rae! You’re like a chihuahua”

“Owa Owa.” 

-

“I’m sorry. OUWGHH?! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PALAMPARAMPARAMPARAMPALAMPRAMPRAMPRAM! SHE’S COMING!”

“RAE! RUN! RAE! RAE! RAE! HOOOOLY SHIT! RAE! RAE! RACHEL RUN! RACHEL! RUUUN!” You panic, gripping her thigh as the teacher neck elongated, following your little character into the vents

“SHE DOESN’T CARE! SHE DOESN’T CARE! PLEASE?!” 

A moment of silence pass the both of you as the character Rae’s controlling gets to safety. Rae slowly turns to meet your eyes, and bursts out laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face!” You laugh at her

“OH OKAY? Like you weren’t screaming for me to run.” She says then proceeds to repeat what you said while in a panic, making you laugh harder

“Sorry for screaming, it’s just really gross and unexpected.” She says sheepishly to her chat, which was now spamming ‘HAHAHA’ and ‘Damn how long is that neck’

-

“So, this question is directed to Ms. Y/N.” The interviewer moves his body to face you.

“Yes?” You smiled, guessing that this must be about you and Rae

“How are you feeling about your pictures trending on Twitter worldwide?” he asks, a smile on his face as the pictures flashed on the large screen behind you

“Ahm, it’s really great. A lot of hard work was put into that photoshoot, mostly because my girlfriend, Rae refused to put on the dress and was attached to the suit she’s wearing right there. God, she looks so beautiful. Uhm, but anyways, it took a lot of effort to get her out of that suit. ” You grinned

“Ahh. I recognize that look, Makes me remember about my wife and I. You’re so smitten. Can I just say that I ship you guys so hard.” The interviewer says

“Ah- Thank you. Hehe.” You say, embarrassed but proud

“While were on this topic of trending pictures, Can you guys explain whatever these pictures are? I’m pretty sure your fans already know what these are. But an explanation would be nice” The interviewer now addressed your whole group

“Well, considering that Y/N is dating Rae, Luna is dating Sykkuno and Jace is dating Imane, or Poki,  Okay, so there’s this AU that’s around their community where they are mafia’s and we’re all members now. We all joked about being apart of their mafia, to which they agreed. So now Rae and Y/N are now the assassin duo, Poki and Jace are their supervisors and Luna, Sykkuno and Corpse are the deadly trio” Sebastian explains

“Their community is so creative I swear. And combined with our fandom, the fanarts and fanfictions are the best.” Luna says, a smile present on her face

“And yes, we all do read fanfiction, in multiple platforms.” You laughed, the live audience gasping in surprise

“None of you are safe.” Jace says in a playful intimidating voice

-

“Okay, I’m gonna get off. Thank you for watching. I’ll see you guys later, thanks for watching, I hope you guys enjoyed the stream. Uhmm. Appreciate you guys. Byeee!” you hear Rae end her stream from your spot in her bed.

“Hunter x Hunter? or AOT?” you ask her as you put your phone in silent and set it aside, opening your arms for her.

She crawls into your side, cuddling you while groaning lightly.

“Do you wanna take a bath first? Or do you wanna eat dinner? Maybe take a nap first? You’ve been streaming for 13 hours baby, your eyes are probably tired now.” You say, running your free hand through her hair

“Naps and cuddles please.” she mumbles, her head buried in the crook of your neck

“Okay baby, I’ll just put AOT on, oh wait. Hmm, Jujutsu Kaisen sounds great right now. No, wait even better, Ouran Highschool Host Club.” You go to turn your head to ask Rae, but you see her asleep. 

You chuckle quietly, knowing Rae, she can overwork herself, sit on a chair for 13 hours, playing various video games, while you really can’t see yourself play videogames for 13 hours straight, you admire that she has the patience and energy to do that.

Smiling, you lower the volume of the Anime that you’re watching, slowly pull the blankets up as Rae shifts closer to you, clinging like a koala. Mika jumps up and settles in between the two of you, Your smile widens at the feel of things, the calmness, the silence, the tranquility and the sense of home, something that only Rae can provide. Something that you have been looking for ever since your career took off. The constant trips to the studio, the paparazzi, the world tours, the concerts, the interviews, everything, everything was worth it when you know you’re coming home to her. 

You didn’t even know how you got to where you are now, cuddled into Rae, the comfort streamer you never thought you would meet, even when you mostly stayed where she stayed... Dating her was a dream, you didn’t believe it at first, she quickly proved that dream theory wrong when she kissed you, under the rain. As cliché as it seems, that was the day you both silently agreed to never let go of each other and take care of each other even if the other is half way across the world.

Even if dating her means also dating her room mates and her chat...

You would never trade it for anything. 

Even if you knew she would scream her ears off once she knows that you have a whole album that’s inspired and dedicated to her.

[bgn846]

You Guys Are The Best - FFXV fanfic

Missing scene after the last campfire, you may cry. You’ve been warned.

“Well… what can I say? You guys… are the best,” Noct managed despite the lump in his throat. He’d really been prepared, or so he thought. This was it the last time they’d all be together like this. The tears stinging his eyes didn’t stop even as he ducked his head. Trying to catch up on a decade’s worth of emotions was impossible. The time they had together just wasn’t enough. Noct selfishly wanted more, no, he needed more.

The quiet sounds of Prompto sniffling drew his attention back to his friends. There had to be a way to get more time. However, looking around the fire he noted that there wasn’t a dry eye among them.  “Guys, you all crying isn’t helping!” he spluttered helplessly.

“Dude, you’re, you,” Prompto couldn’t even finish his sentence as he wiped more tears from his face.

“I’m what?” Noct challenged.

“Don’t make me say it out loud. This is hard enough as it is.”

“I’m doing what I can to save everyone.”

Prompto didn’t respond he only curled further into himself in his chair. Finally, after a minute he managed to speak. “I know that, but it still doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

Suddenly Noct was overcome with a wave of grief, not about what he was to do the next day, but over what he’d missed. The lack of knowledge on how his friends had handled the darkness was making him crazy. Wondering if they’d understand his need Noct broke the silence. “It won’t stop hurting,” Noct tried to ignore the desperate sound Prompto made but he still felt his eyes watering. Taking a deep breath he soldiered on. “I know what might help, though.”

“You not dying!” Prompto exclaimed as he bolted up out of the chair. “I can’t handle this right now. I know we need to be strong but this is so hard. Fuck. Dude, I’m gonna miss you so much!”

Crossing the short distance between them Noct engulfed Prompto in a hug. “I’m gonna miss you too.”

Ignis clearing his throat made Noct release Prompto and look over at his advisor. “I for one am curious about what might help you,” Ignis asked, his voice barely cracking.

Smiling at how Ignis always seemed to know how to keep them on track Noct sighed heavily. “Don’t laugh, but I wanna play truth or dare.”

“Is this really the time and place for such a game?” he countered.

“Yeah, I think it is. Especially when I don’t have all the details about what happened while I was gone. I need to know more, before I – before, um.”

“Are you playing as well or just acting as the referee?” Gladio asked.

“Ref, I want to hear from you guys. I need this, I think It’ll help me.”  A loud sniffle erupted from Prompto again when he finished talking. “We don’t have to, but I was kinda hoping doing something normal would make us all feel better.” The silence was deafening as he stood waiting, for anything really. The seriousness of the moment made Noct’s chest ache, he hoped his friends would understand his needs.

“I’m not going first,” Gladio uttered after a minute.

“Nor am I,” Ignis chirped. Noct almost thought he was mad but the man had a small smile on his lips.

“Wha? Did you all just gang up on me?” Prompto whined while plunking down in his chair again.

“So are we doing this? For real?” Noct asked a small spark of hope fluttering in his heart at the idea of getting more. His friends all nodded, though Prompto rolled his eyes before he agreed. “So, truth or dare Prompto?”

“Truth,” the blond spit out immediately.

“How long did you stay in one place for?” Noct quickly asked as he paced the campsite.

Prompto shrugged and reached up to scratch his neck, a tall tell sign that he was stalling. “It was hard to find a good place to live that I liked, so I sorta bounced a lot.”

“How long?” he tried again, wanting an exact answer.

“Um, I guess my stint on Ignis’ couch a few years back was the longest.”

“I’m not gonna get mad buddy, just tell me.”

“About eight months,” Prompto offered with a wince.

“Did you prefer it that way,” Noct asked softly.

Prompto simply nodded and smiled, “It helped to not get too attached to things or people.”

The revelation that his best friend was hurting enough to not find a permanent home took Noct’s breath away. Stumbling backward he fell into his own chair and held his head in his hands. That was why his sacrifice was so important. Noct wanted to give the people something to live for; they’d been in a world of ruin for long enough.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No! Don’t say that, don’t be sorry! That’s why I’m doing this right now I need to know these things. It’s helping, honestly, it is!” Noct offered.  

Gladio’s rough voice sounded a second later, “I’m not going second either.”

“Bastard,” Ignis mumbled under his breath, though it was loud enough that Gladio heard and smiled despite himself.  

“I suppose that means it’s your turn specs. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“I have a feeling this is going to be a running theme tonight.   However, you might wanna change that after I ask my question.” Noct watched as Ignis nodded his head in understanding before waving his hand for Noct to continue. “Do you regret anything about how you handled your blindness?”

Ignis furrowed his brow and tilted his head. “I don’t believe anyone has ever asked that question before. Regret is a funny thing Noct. Sometimes it’s not something you realize you have until much later. I guess I was angry more than anything at first, I’d failed you an--,”

“No! You didn’t fail me; we’ve been over this before. I will not go through all of this just for you to still think that!” Noct exclaimed.

“I may never get over that feeling Noct, but I do feel as though I’ve managed to come to terms with my situation. Unfortunately, I can also say I do regret a great number of things. I’ve had time to make amends for most of them but sometimes only time can heal certain wounds.”

Hearing Ignis’ words caused Noct physical pain, he couldn’t bear to hear about Ignis being upset with himself. The man had done so much and it just wasn’t fair. “Ignis you have to promise me that you’ll move on, I can’t be happy in the afterlife if I have any doubts about you being fucking happy!” he wailed.

Ignis got up out of his chair and went straight to him. Kneeling on the stone haven Ignis took off his visor, setting it aside, and reached out to hold Noct’s face. “I am so proud of you, I may regret some things in life but I will never regret being your friend and standing by your side. You know I’ll do anything you ask of me,” Ignis offered humbly.

Lunging forward Noct pulled Ignis into a bone-crushing hug. “I want you to be happy; don’t ever think you failed me. You’re my rock Ignis, don’t ever forget it.”

If Ignis had been holding back his tears he wasn’t anymore. They both sat locked in an embrace sobbing quietly. Eventually, Noct leaned back and held Ignis shoulders instead. “Thanks, Specs for making me a blubbering mess.”

“Happy to help, are you at least smiling now?”

Barking out a laugh Noct shook Ignis slightly, “Yes! Now, will you promise me you’ll be happy?”

“I can’t promise that I’ll be happy all the time Noct, but I will promise to try. Is that good enough?”

“It's gonna have to be, I’ll make sure Prompto and Gladio keep an eye on you.”

Ignis let out a huff of laughter at the comment and slowly got up. Noct couldn’t help but follow behind as his friend went back to his seat. Squeezing his knee as he sat back down Noct began pacing again. “Your turn,” he stated turning to face Gladio.

“Truth,” Gladio offered before he’d even asked.

“Will you be able to find a purpose in life beyond being a shield?” After I’m gone was left unsaid but Noct knew Gladio understood his meaning. With slumped shoulders, Gladio leaned forward in his chair but didn’t say anything.

“I’d like to think so but it’s not that easy princess.”

Noct shook his head at the nickname but found himself smiling. “You don’t have to protect anyone anymore, you can be your own person if you wanted.”

“I’m not sure I want that, I’ve spent my whole life learning to guide and protect you, and I’m getting fired tomorrow,” Gladio choked out.

“Hey, come on it can’t be that bad, no more missed training sessions or having to hear me bitch about stuff.”

“Maybe I liked dealing with all that.”

“You’ll still have to keep Prompto and Ignis in line.”

“Prompto isn’t late for training and Ignis can already kick my ass highness, er, sorry, majesty,” Gladio corrected.

Hearing the honorific made Noct tear up again. Gods he was such a mess today. “Clarus raised a good son, and daughter!” Noct added quickly. “I don’t want Iris to think I’m not impressed with her skills too. You both have served the crown well; I know that whatever choice you make after tomorrow will be the right one. You’ve taught me more than you’ll know Gladio. I know we had some rough patches but we survived.”

Before he could react Gladio was out of his chair and pulling him into a hug. Gladio didn’t sob like he was but he was feeling something, Noct could tell. Gladio pushed him back after a minute and looked down at him with a smile. “Six, I know you are gonna give 'em hell tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t do any of this without you all, I hope you guys know that.”

“I can’t do another round,” Prompto squeaked suddenly. “No more just truth, let’s just tell each other happy memories we have and leave it at that.”

“Hey those happy memories are truths too,” Gladio cut in.

“Okay sure, but seriously no more sad things I need happy right now.”

“Fine, fine I can agree to that,” Noct added, feeling somewhat lighter than he had been earlier. Making peace with his friends about what the future held was exactly what he needed.  Then it hit him, Noct hadn’t exactly told Prompto how he felt about his revelation. “Prompto, you need to promise me that you’ll find someplace or someone nice to settle down with.”

“Oi, I can’t promise that, it’s not that easy!”

“I know but at least try, for me?” Noct begged. “All of you, please be happy and do awesome things. I can’t stand the thought of you being lost without me. I meant what I said earlier, you’ll are the best.”

Noct was engulfed by his friends in a rather teary-eyed hug after that, each one clinging to him and not letting go. Standing in the center of their attentions Noct knew he had the strength now to carry on. He could do this and he would win. All his friends deserved this much. They’d all sacrificed so much and now it was his turn. Noct would bring back the light.

[tomspancakes]

This Way: Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yours and Tom’s past come in bringing a bit of tension.

Part 1

A/N: AHH I’m so glad people liked part 1! I don’t have a set schedule for posting bc I still have school atm, but I’m gonna try to stay consistent, cause writing this is so fun :))) If you have any suggestions of improvement for my writing or if you’re enjoying this please lmk! If you want to be added to the tag list don’t hesitate to ask! Enjoy Part 2 <3

“Harry, oh my god that was so awkward. I hated that, it will replay in my head for the next week.” You groaned flopping on his bed. “I am a bad bitch I’m fine, I’m fine” you reminded yourself.

He laughed at you and sat next to you, “You are a bad bitch. And yes that was painfully awkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks for pulling me away though. Not gonna lie, I felt like Allana was plotting something in her head when she saw me. Did you get any vibe that she didn’t seem happy?” You asked, nervous.

“Eh wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t happy, she bosses Tom around. She tried to use me as her photographer once, but I was busy and couldn’t, but she somehow made Tom clear my schedule so that I could take pictures of her. I do not trust her in all honesty, so her plotting something wouldn’t be new..” You gasped at the story. 

“Dang I will not get in her way then…” Harry laughed and asked, “What do you feel like eating tonight, love?” 

“Uhmmm, oh I haven’t had nandos since the last time I was here.” You said and he nodded.

-

After the Nandos was dropped off at the house you all gathered around the table. 

“I think I can make food like Nandos.” Harrison said and everyone started laughing, “Hey I seriously think I can. Just watch.” 

“I think you can too, Harrison, I’ll be your sous chef if you want.” He smiled at your encouragement and stuck his tongue out at everyone else and Allana rolled her eyes. Oof. “Tommy, do you have spinach? I have a photoshoot tomorrow because one of the models cancelled. I can’t eat the side dishes. I’ll make myself a salad or something.” Allana said.

Harry scoffed and joked, “We don’t have rabbit food here, love.” Tuwaine and Harrison laughed, but you felt bad they were ganging up on her.

“Hey don’t make fun of her. It’s harder for us girls to stay fit whereas you boys can eat like shit and still be fit.” You said to the boys and Allana looked at you a bit surprised and pleased, “Allana, I think I saw some lettuce in the fridge. I can go grab it for you and a bowl. Gotta start getting used to the things around here anyway.” You smiled at her. 

Her expression went back to being unimpressed, “Uhm no thanks. I’ll just go eat at home, I have to leave in a bit anyway.”  She said and pushed the utensils away. 

“Darling, you need to eat a little something, you haven’t eaten one thing since you’ve gotten here.” Tom said. Your heart clenched a bit when he called her darling. 

“Tommy, god, I said I’d eat later. Don’t you ever listen?” She said everyone stared in silence until Harrison broke it, “Someone’s a little hangry…” 

“Harrison shut up!” Tom said snapping his head toward Haz.

Allana was turning red, “That’s it! I’m tired of your friends treating me like this. I’m leaving, Tommy, will you come with me?” Tom got up and glared at Harrison as he helped Allana out. 

“As if she doesn’t treat us badly.” Tuwaine said, rolling his eyes, Harry and Harrison nodding in response.

“Ok, but I still felt bad for her. That was a little uncalled for guys.” You said continuing to eat. 

“Y/n, she literally shot you down when you were trying to be helpful.” Harrison stated.

“Ok true, but I didn’t mind, she seemed to mind when you all ganged up on her.” The boys nodded.

“Not even 3 hours here and you’re already being our mother.” Harry said laughing.

“Oh shut up, you boys love me. I’m just using the bad bitch energy Harry gave me earlier.” You all laughed.

- 

After dinner you and the boys watched funny videos on Harry’s laptop and then headed your separate ways to go to sleep. You did your night routine and pulled on pj shorts and tank top since the boys put the heater on. 

You stirred in bed trying to sleep, but the jet lag got the best of you and you decided to put your clothes in the drawers and closet. Before starting to clean you decided to grab a snack and water.

While waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave you heard the front door unlock and a tired looking Tom walked in. 

“Tom? Oh my god why’re you getting home now it’s 2 am, you should’ve stayed with Allana. It’s so late!” 

“Oh, y/n? And we were talking then she kicked me out, something about being alone in bed is better for her aura the night before a photoshoot. Why’re you up?” Tom stammered and you scoffed at the story.

“Jet lag. I decided to organize my room, but also wanted a snack.” He nodded sitting in front of you at the counter, “Why don’t you go to sleep now you look like shit.” You joked. He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt.

“Tsss ouch, y/n, but I kinda wanted to talk to you. You know, catch up.” He said looking at you with his head resting on his hand now. Your heart sped up and sighed trying to stay calm.

“Alright, what do you wanna know?” You pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and set it between you and Tom. He started eating with you.

“How’re you and Mr. Gavin Leatherwood?” His question surprised you because one; that was a very straightforward question and two; you never confirmed anything/ went public with Gavin except for paps photos of you two holding hands and only Zendaya, your family, and Harry knew and swore not to tell Tom. 

“Uhm we mutually broke up two weeks ago...” You said looking up at Tom fiddling with your fingers. Tom’s eyes widened a bit and he tried to hide his joy, 

“Oh I’m sorry about that y/n.” he said genuinely, “I always thought there was something off about him.” You rolled your eyes getting annoyed thinking back to the past,

“Tom nothing was wrong with him. Like I said it was a mutual break up. He’s a sweet guy, you just never gave him a chance.” You rolled your eyes. He put his arms up in defense,

“Sorry, love, chill. I was trying to make you feel better by implying you deserved better.” You scoffed knowing he was only being half truthful. 

“Mhm sure, we both know that you just hated him.” Tom looked at the bowl of popcorn in defeat. 

“Thanks for sticking up for Allana by the way. I know she doesn’t seem like the nicest person at first, but when you get to know her she’s a sweetheart.”

“Oh ya I bet.” You joked.

“What? ‘Not gonna give her a chance’, love?” He mocked your American accent  and put air quotes in when he said that. You gave him a displeased look,

“Really, Tom? Really? Are seriously going to say that to me when you never stood up for Gavin and was actually the meanest to him?” 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “it was a joke, love. I see you still get butt hurt easily.” He said putting his head in his hands. That was it,

“Ok good catching up with you Tom. Good night, asshole.” You took the popcorn and water to your room. 

Tom sat there with his eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. He groaned, beating himself up mentally for fucking things up and for checking you out.

-

You woke up around 7 a.m. groaning because jet lag got to you really bad. You changed into leggings and a crop top ready to go on a light jog knowing you wouldn’t go back to sleep. 

When you walked down you saw that Tom fell asleep on the couch. Your heart melted at the sight, but you tried to ignore how cute and cuddly he looked. You were about to walk out, but gave in and decided to put a blanket over Tom. 

“Oh mornin’ y/n, you’re up early,” You heard Harrison as he walked down in shorts and a tshit-shirt, “Going on a run too?” 

“Yup, light one though. I’ve got a lot of work to do today.” You said putting your hair up in a ponytail.

“Sick, I’ll run with you for a bit then.” You smiled and waited outside for him.

When you started running it was a little silent until he spoke, “So did you put that blanket over Tom?” 

“Maybe” you chuckled a bit, it was quiet again.

“Fuck it I’m just gonna say it,” you raised your eyebrow at him, “I shouldn’t be saying thihs, but he hasn’t gotten over you. I think Allana is here just to keep him on his toes. And plus he-” 

“Sorry, Harrison, can we not talk about this now? I’m still trying to forget about my past with him since I’m living in his house and all.” You said breathing hard.

“You know you don’t have to do that. As his best friend I know he’d hate for you to pretend like nothing ever happened between you two.” 

“Alright then, but if something bad happens because of past events I’m blaming you.” You said jokingly and Harrison laughed, “So what are all the things you need to catch me up on, I’ll let you talk now, I already can’t breathe.” Harrison laughed and started updating you on everything.

-

“Wait are you serious? That sounds terrible.” You said, Harrison was telling you how he face planted when he was trying to impress a girl. 

“Oh my god it was so embarrassing, she was so quiet when she helped me up and took her number out of my phone!” You started dying of laughter. 

“I’m so sorry that’s so sad. I can’t help, but to laugh though. She’s missing out though you’re a good looking guy.” He turned red with embarrassment. 

“Aw thanks y/n. Also I can’t believe you ended up running the whole time with me.” You shrugged like it was nothing, but your legs were actually aching. You two stepped into the house to the smell of bacon. 

“Oh hell yeah... wait is that Tom cooking?” Harrison asked, very surprised. 

“Yes, I can cook you div.” Tom said. 

You noticed he changed into sweats and he was shirtless. 

“Bro the last time you cooked was when-”

Tom turned surprised to see you up, you stared at him a bit too long. He cut Haz off before he can spill anymore beans,

“Morning, love, like what you see?” You scoffed,

“Actually no, just waiting for you to burn your nipples or something since your frying bacon without a shirt.” You went to pour a glass of water and as if on cue Tom yelped in pain.

“Fuck, I burned myself.” Tom hissed and you were gonna laugh at him until you saw his side. 

“Oh my god Tom! What the hell how’d you manage to burn your side?” You rushed to his side with an ice pack in a dish towel.

“Haha Tom I thought you said you could cook!” Harrison said dying of laughter.

“Harrison can you go get toothpaste?”

“What the fuck toothpaste?” Harrison and Tom asked at the same time.

“Yes, trust me.” With that Harrison scurried off to get toothpaste.

“Told you being shirtless was a bad idea.” You scolded him.

“You liked it though, don’t deny it,” you pressed the ice pack to his side and he winced, “ouch, love, I was joking.” You giggled a bit at his reaction, 

“How hard is it to find toothpaste? Harrison where are you?” You yelled. You looked back at Tom, seemed like something was on his mind.

“You uh look good, y/n.” He stammered, your face heating up more and your heartbeat quickening,

“Tom don’t.”

“What I can’t say my friend looks good? You told Harrison he’s good looking.” You raised your brow. Was he jealous? How the hell did he hear that from inside?

“You’re something else, Holland. Plus you have a girlfriend, don’t think she’d like to hear you say that. Especially when I’m your ex.” For some reason it pained both of you when you said that.

You sat across from him still waiting for Harrison. Tom nudged your foot with his and said, “Y/n, I wanted to say I was sorry about last night. I was tired and being a complete div.” 

You looked up at him, “It’s alright, sorry for overreacting and walking out.”

“No no you had every right to.” He sighed and was about to continue, but Haz ran in,

“I got the toothpaste!” Harrison said breathless.

“Why the hell did you take so long?” You asked as Harrison handed you the tube and winked at Tom, he rolled his eyes then face palmed.

“Oh my god, Harrison.” Tom groaned. You caught on real quick, Harrison was giving you two alone time. 

“You’re not slick at all Osterfield, you literally suck.” You said as he laughed.

You removed the ice pack from Tom’s side, “Alright, Tom, this is gonna sting a bit.” You warned and spread the paste on his burn he groaned in pain.

“Whoa, Harry cover your innocent eyes!” Tuwaine exclaimed covering his face when he and Harry walked in. 

“Really guys having sex in the kitchen?” Harry said. 

“Oh shut up you dickheads. I burnt myself and y/n is helping me out.” Tom said, still moaning.

“Tom you’re such a baby. Harry we’re no longer best friends anymore.” You stated. Harry laughed as you rolled your eyes. 

“Harrison here to save the day with better bacon than Tom’s bacon!” Harrison sang. Tom slapped Harrison’s leg. You laughed excited for how the next few months would turn out because of how eventful this morning already was.

-

After a very crazy morning and a facetime meeting with your manager you had to go to the table read for the movie you were shooting. Your phone began to ring, it was Harry. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, y/n, I’m really sorry Sam and I are still filming right now. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pick you up in time to drop you off at your table read. Can you have one of the boys at home take you?” You began to stress a bit, but you knew that Harry was working on something really important to him.

“Yes of course. Let me know how filming goes later!”

“Thanks so much for understanding. I’ll tell you everything when I pick you up for dinner with my family! Bye, love.” You said goodbye and hung up, also completely forgetting about dinner with the Hollands tonight. 

You walked to Harrison’s room and asked, “Hey are you gonna be busy in like the next hour or so?” 

“Sorry, y/n, I’m about to meet up with some friends for lunch. What’d you need?” He asked frantically pacing looking for something. 

“Oh, Harry can’t take me to my tableread anymore, I need a ride.”

“Hmm, oh found it!” Harrison pulled out a watch from his drawer, “Well Tuwaine is leaving with me, so I’m afraid your only options are Tom or the tube.” 

“Really Harrison?” you groaned and he put his hands up in defense, “Ok have fun at lunch.”

You walked over to Tom’s room to see it empty, “He’s outside!” Tuwaine yelled from across Tom’s room. You thanked him and rushed outside to see Tom still shirtless. He was doing push-ups and the toothpaste looked glittery on his right side in the sunlight. His triceps and biceps enlarged every time he pushed his body up.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off me can you, y/n?” He said grunting while finishing his last few reps. You were at a loss for words because he did look really hot at the moment. You blushed and fumbled with your words,

“Oh uh sorry,” He turned and smirked at you, “I need another favor, Harry can’t take me to the tableread and Harrison and Tuwaine are going out for lunch.” He began walking closer to you making your heart skip a beat. What the hell was he doing? “I uh would take myself, but I’ve never driven here before and-” He was inches away from you he reached out and grabbed your shoulder chuckling,

“Alright alright, shut up I’ll take you.” You stared into each other's eyes not breaking eye contact and he reached over to slide the door open wider and he walked past you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and rolled your eyes, you can’t let him get to you, he has a girlfriend! “We need to go in 45 minutes, thanks, Tom!” you yelled and he held a thumbs up.

-

“Z, I swear I cannot live in this house. Tom is acting like he’s some fuck boy and I swear he really is trying to pull something and he has a girlfriend! Did you know that?” You were rambling

“Uhmmm maybe…” She said awkwardly.

“Z! What the hell? Both you and Harry didn’t tell me.”

“What? Didn't think you’d care, cause you’re a ‘badddd bitchhh’.” You laughed at her mocking you.

“Fine, you and Harry said the exact same thing, weird… anyways what the hell do I do?” You said with your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you looked through your closet for something decent to wear at the Holland house. 

“Well, I think you should just focus on what you're doing right now and focus on your growth. Sis, you just broke up with someone, be free for now. It’s time to focus on you and your work.” Zendaya was right, you needed some time to self evaluate and grow, “But also maybe look super hot tonight at the dinner, you know, take his breath away.” She started laughing.

“Z, no! You just said not to worry about boys and he has a girlfriend…”

“But…” she said, waiting for you to carry on.

“But… ok I’ll dress cute, it’s always fun doing that.” You both laughed and she told you what to wear.

“Ok I’m gonna get ready for the tableread, I’ll text you. Love ya!” You said and she said it back and you guys hung up.

“Y/n can we actually leave in 5 minutes? I want to grab lunch, my treat!” Tom said from down the hall.

“Yeah sure.” You grabbed your purse and a bag with extra clothes. You walked out and ran into Tom with a thump he held your shoulders keeping you steady.

“Oops sorry, love. Was just going to tell you to not forget there’s dinner with my family tonight.”

“Yep, got the extra clothes in here.” You said holding up the bag to show him, he smiled and took his hands off your shoulders to take the bag from you and put it over his shoulder, “I could’ve carried it but thanks, bud.” You patted his shoulder and walked off. Tom’s heart dropped when you called him, “bud.”

-

Tom pulled up to a small cafe that seemed oddly familiar. As soon as he opened the door for you you remembered.

~

Tom brought back a tray with two burgers, fries, and waters. 

“This place has the best burgers in town. Closest thing we have to in-n-out burgers.” he said handing you the second tray. You told Tom you were starting to feel homesick and said he might know how to cheer you up. You smiled taking a huge bite into the burger, Tom looked at you waiting for your reaction, 

“Oh my god. Absolutely amazing!” Your eyes lit up and Tom’s heart jolted at the joy on your face. He continued to watch you eat the burger that was somewhat making you less homesick, “Hey, Holland, it’s rude to stare. Eat your burger before I eat it.” You joked and he laughed while taking a bite. His heart began to race as he debated whether or not he should tell you how he feels, then he thought ‘fuck it’.

“Y/n, darling?” You hummed in response.

Here goes nothing, “I like you, y/n. I have for a while now.”

~

Your thoughts went back to what Zendaya was saying, “don’t worry about boys right now.” You took a deep breath and moved up in the line with Tom. “Tom is that you?” Someone asked from behind the counter. 

“Oh, Ms. Sheila! It’s lovely seeing you again.” He said warmly and she came over to give him a hug.

“It’s been so long, and I see you’ve brought this lovely girl back. Is she your girlfriend now?” You widen your eyes and blush.

“Oh my uh no no. We’re just friends, Ms. Sheila.”

“Isn’t this the girl you confessed your feelings to, dear? Then you never came back after that, well only once and that was still ages ago.” 

“Oh, that was a while ago Ms. Sheila. Tom and I are just friends now.” You said before Tom. 

“Oh well that’s a shame you two would make a lovely couple. Anywho what can I get for you two today?” She asked as you followed her to her side of the counter.

“Two of the usuals please.” Tom asked. She nodded and brought the order out within 5 minutes. 

“Now, Tom, I hope you come back more often. Your brothers still come in every now and then.” Tom smiled and promised Ms. Sheila that he’d come back more. 

“How’d she know what your usual is if you haven’t been here in so long?” You asked as you both walked to a booth. 

“I’d come here to get breakfast with my family on Saturdays and would usually hang out here with my mates after school. This place is really special to me, I’ve made a lot of memories here.” He said picking at his fries, only making it more obvious what memory he was thinking about. You two ate in silence for a while not knowing what to say because of what went down the last time you were both here. 

“Alright, ready to go to set, love?” He asked, you nodded as you finished your last bit of the burger and he ate the last of your fries. You and Tom said goodbye to Ms. Sheila and said you’d come back again soon. 

“Thanks, Tom, I owe you big time.” You said looking at him with a smile.

“No problem, but what for?” He asked, glancing at you then back at the road.

“For the meal, taking me to set, and letting me stay at your lovely house.”

“Oh it’s no big deal. You helped me heal my burn,” he paused and cleared his throat, “Uhm b-besides, Harry literally begged me to let you stay, and I’ll be gone next week to film Uncharted. So I’ll uh be out of your hair” He joked and your heart dropped. Harry told you Tom is the one that suggested you stay at their house. Now you sat there confused about who to believe. Regardless you were definitely going to have a chat with Harry about all of this.

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Kuroo, Bokuto, and Tsukkishima Hearing Their Roomate Dump Their Boyfriend

@venuslii requested: Kuroo, Bokuto and Tsukishima walking in on their roommate laughing on their phone and it turns out she broke up with her boyfriend and he posted about him being heartbroken and she says “that’s what you get you stupid b****” lmao headcanons or scenarios idrc

A/N: Eyy, thanks for requesting! I got a little stumped on some parts (*cough*Tsukki*cough*) but I hope you enjoy these! Requests are currently opened, no rules yet other than a maximum of only three characters please!

Kuroo Tetsurou:

-We all know this man loves his juicy gossip (re:when he immediately knew about Mikashou’s breakup) so when he heard you cackling in your room he knew he had to get you to spill the tea. It’s part of why you two get along so well and can stand living with each other: you two are nosey bitches that thrive off of spilling annoying/funny stories about the people in your life. He also gives killer advice that seems to always work for you, so that’s a bonus too.

-Since you two don’t really care about privacy near each other you left your door open and he takes the opportunity to dramatically poke his head in and pose at the doorway like the sexy bastard he is. “What’s so funny Y/N it’s not often that you keep secrets from me~”

-Needless to say he was a little baffled to see you cackling to the straight up breakdown your boyfriend was having over the phone. Kuroo feels an evil little grin coming onto his face. He never liked your boyfriend anyway. He was a bitch that was too easily angered and didn’t know how to keep his cool. Then again he never liked Kuroo either, always thinking he was gonna steal his girl (which Kuroo never bothered correcting him on because it was so fucking funny to him)

-He’s grinning at you and asks “Oh? What’d the bitch do now?” He’s leering over your shoulder as you show him your ex’s Snapchat, filled with sad Bart Simpson memes and edits with slowed rap music playing in the background. You even get him to read the terrible captions that say shit like “When the person who you thought was the one becomes a stranger again 😭😔” you’re laughing so hard at it you can’t even say anything

-Kuroo busts out the LOUDEST and most OBNOXIOUS hyena laugh ever and he’s grabbing your phone and going through all the other posts he’s missed so far and you’re just on your bed rolling in your sheets DYING and clutching your stomach because it’s hurting so bad

-“So you finally dumped him eh?? Good for you Y/N!” He shouts between laughs and then directs his attention to your crying ex, mocking him by saying “I have some sad Plankton memes if you need them! Unblock me first and I’ll send them to you! HAHAHA-“

Your ex hates him so fucking much and keeps trying to say something back but he keeps stumbling over his words and it just makes the two of you laugh even harder

-When you manage to get your laughter under control you lightly kick Kuroo (who’s now sitting on your bed) as a signal for him to give back your phone. When he hands it back to you, you go back to the call with your ex and shout “SEE THAT?! WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH!” With that final blow to his ego you’re satisfied, and hang up on him

-When Kuroo hears that click signaling the end of the call, he raises his hand for a high five and you give it to him. He’s sitting straight up now and immediately tackled you in a hug. You two kind of just lay there, and even though it’s mildly uncomfortable, he knows you need it. It’s warm, soft, and safe, showing you that he was always gonna be there for you no matter what

-“Good job Y/N, that guy was a major dickwad. He wasn’t nearly as hot as me anyway. Probably had a tiny dick too” “Trust me, he did” “Holy shit-“

-He rolls off of you from the hug but is still laying down next to you on your bed while holding your hand. You vent to him about how good and free you finally feel now that your ex is officially out of your life. During your conversation you two make a note to burn all the clothes your ex left in your room at your next house party/bonfire.

Bokuto Kotarou:

-He’s either A)chilling on the couch B)chilling on the couch talking to Akashi/Kuroo/Tsukki or C)chilling on the couch and playing video games. You two don’t have any particular system set up, because you two don’t care. What matters is that you’re bro’s and you both do your part to make (barely) make rent every month.

-You and Bokuto share plenty of funny stories to each other but he’s used to you just sitting in your room doing your own thing talking to whoever, but when he hears you literally CACKLING like a freaking maniac, he can’t stop himself from pausing whatever he’s doing and going to your room to make sure you’re still alive

-He gives a light knock on your door before realizing it’s unlocked and just coming in and he’s really surprised to see you doubled over on your floor laughing like there’s no tomorrow as he can hear your boyfriend on speaker phone, making the ugliest sobbing noises he’s ever heard

-“Whatcha doing Y/N? I can hear ya all the way from the living room, what’s up with you?” He asks, both curious and slightly concerned for you. You quickly get up, ignoring your (now ex-) boyfriend and pulling up his public Snapchat story that also has sad Bart Simpson memes and long ass sad emo paragraphs about how heart broken he is (it’s a little impressive how quickly he wrote it up though, given how you broke up w him like five minutes ago)

-“Bo, look at this shit- haHA I just dumped him!” Bokuto knows how much of a piece of shit your ex is, since you’ve spent so many nights crying to him about your fights and the hurtful things he’d say to you so he eagerly eats up the absolute bulls hit on his story and laugh with you while listening to his sobbing

-Your ex is fuming whilst crying over the phone “REALLY Y/N?! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR ROOMMATE IN ON THIS?! I KNEW YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH HIM YOU SLU-“ but you were having none of it so you immediately shoot back “OH SHUT THE FUCK UP THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH” Bokuto is absolutely DYING by now, hyping you up as you shut your ex down

-He’s so happy to see that you know your worth now and aren’t going to let some dumbass boy make you think otherwise. So many times he’s wanted to just clock him in the jaw (he radiated really douchey vibes) but now he doesn’t have to (unless you want him to of course)

-Your ex angrily hangs up and you two are having a fit on the floor, Bokuto laying over your body as you read out the songs on the emo playlist he just posted. You even move to twitter to see him tweeting sad Pinterest quotes

-When the laughter dies down and he’s still laying over you and you’re just on the floor he turns over to look at you. “You know, I’m happy you broke up with that douche-face. He was ugly anyway, and a shit volleyball player. You deserve better” He lovingly pats your head “I’m proud of you Y/N, really” You almost want to cry at how sweet he’s being but you just smile and get up, walking to the doorway and turning to look at him

-“Thanks Bo, I appreciate that. All that laughing makes me tired though. Wanna order takeout and watch a movie? I’ll let you pick” He happily gets up from your floor and gives you a big high five and you two walk out of the room to go order your food. Your ex, completely pushed out of your mind.

Tsukkishima Kei:

-Doesn’t usually care about gossip (except for that one King of the Court thing w Kageyama) so your conversations don’t really go into “tea” abt people. You two are pretty close at this point and you both are hella nerds so your conversations will probably be about stuff like your sports/activities and maybe the occasional debate over which Jurassic Park Movie was the best (He will always go with the first one, he has a whole PowerPoint and everything). Otherwise you two don’t talk too too much, keeping to yourselves and being relatively peaceful.

-When he hears your loud laughter and straight howling, he’s… slightly annoyed. What could possibly so funny that you had to scream loud enough for him to be able to hear when he’s wearing headphones for fuck’s sakes. He begrudgingly takes off his headphones and makes his way to your room with the intention of telling you to stfu

-He doesn’t even bother knocking because he’s petty so when he sees you rolling over the floor AND hears your boyfriend’s loud hiccups and sobs turned on the highest volume on speaker phone he goes from annoyed to confused and annoyed.

-“Y/N you’re being so loud and it’s annoyi- what the hell are you doing” He’s not even trying to hide his mild disappointment in you and even makes a comment about your ex sobbing over the line “Why’s your annoying boyfriend crying too- he doesn’t sound like he’s laughing”

-You take a break from laughing to shout back at Tsukki “Make that Ex-Boyfriend Tsukkishima!! HAHA- come here, look at this- look-“ you’re getting up from your floor and grabbing him by the sleeve to sit him on your bed as you eagerly go through your ex’s Snapchat filled to the brim with emo poetry and paragraphs about heartbreak

-“I broke up with him 10 minutes ago and he’s still crying-“ Tsukki can’t help but laugh at this as he’s reading the absolute bullshit that your ex typed out. He can always tell when he’s going to be annoyed by someone and the moment your boyfriend stepped into your place, he knew that he would never get along with him. He avoided him like the plague and always denied the invite when you would go out together but would occasionally hear your fights through the walls or your crying when he came home late (in those moments he’s actually really nice and will sit and listen to you)

-“Wow… this is absolutely pathetic, how old are you, 12? This is bullshit!” Tsukki has no chill, verbally beating down your ex and only making him cry harder and now your stomach hurts as you clutch it with your free hand. At one point your ex decides he’s had enough and from the other end of the line he shouts “SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING- YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT WHO CAN'T MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS-“ and Tsukki’s not having ANY of this so immediately goes “And you’re a sad loser who just got dumped by his girlfriend over the phone! What does that say about you?”

-You’re grinning ear to ear during this whole exchange and after Tsukki says that you bring the phone to your mouth (hoping to scream as loud as possible into your ex’s ears) and say “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH-“ and hang up.

-It doesn’t stop there though- no no no- you two crack yourselves up even further by doing dramatic readings of all the messages (with stupid impressions of your ex to boot): “Oh baby if only I could hold you in my arms one last time!” “Heart been broke so many times-“ “Nobody cares about me, even the person who I thought I could trust the most-“ “Holy shit Tsukki you sound just like him-“

-When you can’t view his story/tweets anymore because he’s blocked you, you and Tsukki finish laughing. His long legs are draped over your bed and yours are placed on his lap. At this point he doesn’t even care because it’s been a good while since he ever found something THAT funny. He isn’t really the type for softly comforting his friends but you know that he definitely has a little soft spot for you (at least a tiny one) and you just sit there and gently kick him.

-“What” he asks and you just give him a soft smile and say “Thanks”. He has his own small smile on his face (that you can totally see but don’t mention because then it’ll go away) and just looks away from you and says “You’re annoying” (which by now you know translates to “You’re welcome”)

[theodorecanaryhood]

Family business part 2

Mob!Tom Holland x twin sister reader x Harrison Osterfield

Rufus Del Monte gave back what he owed, you felt great after getting praised by your brother. See it wasn't easy growing up with Tom, no matter what, he would get everything. After your parents died, your brother became your boss.

'Hey y/n, Tom said he won't be back until tomorrow' Harrison said as he walked into your club.

'Ok, thanks Oz. Who's got Theo?' You asked

'Was wondering, as I need to go with Tom, if you could take him?' Harrison asked you, you rolled your eyes

'You both know I have a business too right?'

'We know, just can't leave Theo alone' Harrison replied, you nodded and smiled,

'Fine, I'll look after him, but he'll have to hang out here' you informed, Harrison smiled at you as he turned to walk away.

...

Theo was colouring in your office of the nightclub, the music was blaring from outside but he wasn't really bothered by it. You walked into the office every 20 minutes or so to check on him,

'Hey little prince, you ok?' You ask, Theo smiled brightly and nodded at you, you couldn't help but smile back at the little 3 year old. Carbon copy of Tom. Good thing he was nothing like his Mother, she left before the cord could even be cut.

There was a sudden bang, music cut and screams were heard, you jumped and Theo stopped what he was doing.

'Hide, stay here till I come and get you' you called to Theo as you headed for the office door.

In the club were three men holding guns, wearing masks and everyone inside the club was cowering on the floor.

'Nobody move, unless you feel like dying. We're here for the riches so stay out of our bloody way' the leader called,

'Hey' you shouted over the silence, the men looked at you and chuckled, one of them even wolf whistled at you, 'can I help you gentlemen?' You asked. The three men looked at each other as the leader chuckled,

'No thank you sugar tits, but that dress will look good on my bedroom floor later' he says, your skin crawls at his remark,

'You do know where you are right? Ocean lounge, I'm y/n Holland the owner' you inform, one of the men almost drops his gun as the leader studies you,

'Holland? As in, Mafia Holland of London?' He asks, you nod, 'shit' he says in response,

'And New York, I have a rule about my club, you can have all the fun you want. No guns allowed though I'm afraid, so I think I'll take those' the leader holds his aim to you, standing his ground. There are a few gasps from the club goers.

'Back up, you might be a Holland, but you don't run shit' the leader almost screams, you chuckle,

'Gluskin, Trager' you call out as you whistle, two rottweilers run into the room and stand next to you, the men look at them and then at you, 'these are my dogs and believe me when I say, the will attack and kill on command' you inform calmly, the men back up as the dogs growl at them.

'Ok, ok' another of the men says,

'Now fuck off' you say, the men run out as everyone looks at you shocked, 'as you were' you say as you walk over to the bar and grab a whiskey. The music comes back on and everyone stands back up. You walk off with your dogs trailing behind you.

...

Inside the office you walk in and grab Theo from under the table, giving him a tight hug and big kiss on the cheek.

'Don't worry little prince, you're safe now' you whisper,

'Did the bad man get hurt?' Theo asks you as he looks at you with his big brown eyes, another trait he got from his Father.

'No, they left when they saw Gluskin and Trager. Everyone is safe, no one got hurt' you answer as Theo hugs you again.

...

Tom had enough of Rufus Del Monte spreading rumours after his encounter with his sister, so he went to his warehouse to confront him. The second Tom walked in there was shock looks from everyone.

'Hello, no one panic. I'm looking for Rufus Del Monte' Tom said as everyone hesitated to make eye contact with him.

'He's not here Mr Holland' a man said as he approached him, 'he's in his office in Finchley'.

'What happened to your nose?' Harrison asked the man, the man looked down at the floor,

'His little lady broke it' he replied, Tom saw red as his remark and glared at the man, deep into his eyes.

'That little lady you're referring to is my twin sister, she has a name. Also, I see that she has made an improvement to that shit heap you call a face. Where is Del Monte's office in Finchley?' Tom spoke.

...

At Rufus Del Monte's office, Tom and Harrison walked into the building in their suits. The young girl at the front desk, probably around 20, never noticed the two until they were right in front of her.

'Hi sweetheart, we're looking for Rufus Del Monte, could you please direct us to his office?' Tom asked calmly to the shocked girl, she pointed to a brown door at the end of a hallway as Tom winked at her, 'thanks'.

Walking down the long hallway and to the brown door, Tom knocked on the oak wood. A swift 'come in' from the other side came and Tom walked in with Harrison.

'Holy sh...Mr Holland, I...' Rufus said as he shot up on his feet, 'I wasn't expecting you'

'Hello Rufus, been a minute' Tom said with a small smile, Harrison sat down in the brown leather couch as Tom walked over to the desk where Rufus was standing, 'need a word'.

'I gave you what I owed you, after that chick came and cut my hand off' Rufus said,

'Don't be dramatic, she cut off half your pinky, and that chick is my sister' Tom said, Rufus looked at his bandaged hand as a reminder of y/n's threat...she was right, he did wish he bled to death.

'Earth to Rufus' Tom said as he snapped his fingers, Rufus' head shot back up and he made eye contact with Tom. Tom's eyes were dark, not just because of the colour but because the Holland gang had seen a lot in their time, carried a lot. Tom was carrying anger mostly.

'Sorry, what did you want to speak about?' Rufus asked as he sat down, Tom stayed standing, towering over the man from the other end of the desk.

'Wanted to ask you what the fuck your problem is, also why you're spreading shit' Tom blurted out, Rufus' eyes widened.

'I simply forewarned another leader about your sister, she's almost as dangerous as you' Rufus said simply, he wasn't defending himself. No point.

'I also wanted to ask if you were behind the attack at Ocean lounge?' Tom asked, 'me and my sister talk, she said some guys showed up with guns' Rufus smiled and leant back comfortably in his seat,

'Was testing her, see how well she could do under pressure, she is intimidating I'll give her that much' Rufus says smugly, Tom's eyes grow even darker,

'You threaten my family, you threaten me. My son was in the club when it happened, I swear to God either of them got hurt' Tom said, Rufus held his hands up,

'They weren't there to hurt anyone, the had orders not to shoot unless they had to. Also, they weren't my men, they were just some criminals looking for some money. I just pushed them in that direction' Rufus explained, Tom was getting angrier now, Harrison was just sitting observing.

'You're fucked mate' Harrison exclaimed as he chuckled, Rufus looked confused as Tom walked over to Rufus' side of the desk.

'Apologise' Tom said, Rufus held in his laughter, 'think this is funny? Threatening a bunch of innocent people, my 3 year old son?' Tom spat, 'you're a disgrace, you shouldn't be in charge of anything, you don't even deserve to live' Tom said,

'Now wait a second I...' was all Rufus could get out before Tom pulled out his gun and shot Rufus in the throat. Rufus was bleeding out as he gargled and gasped for air, holding his neck that was gushing with blood. Tom stood over him and watched him die as the blood poured out. Rufus took his last dying breath as Tom turned around to face Harrison, who then stood up.

'Might wanna wash your face before you leave, maybe a clean shirt too' Harrison said as Tom glanced in the mirror to see blood had splattered onto his face and shirt.

'Let's get out of here' Tom said as he wiped his face with a handkerchief, walking out the way they came in. The girl on the front desk heard the gun shot and was shocked when she saw Tom walking out wiping blood off himself. Everyone else around was rushing to get out of the way.

...

At Holland manor, you sat with Theo as he was on the IPad playing a game when Tom and Harrison walked in. Tom changed his shirt quick before walking in the room, smiling at both of you.

'Daddy' Theo shouted cheerfully as he ran into his Father's arms, Tom picked him up and spun him round. Your dogs were sitting with you, one of the sofa and one of the floor by your feet. When Tom put Theo back into his feet he smiled at you,

'Hey sis' he said, you smiled back and stood up, walking over and giving Tom a hug, which he returned. You didn't hug your brother very much as it wasn't seen as 'professional', also Tom wasn't the most affectionate, but tonight neither of you cared.

The rest of the night was spent with Tom, Theo, you and Harrison playing games together on the iPad until you all fell asleep.

[mxtantrights]

˚ · · . · ✵ ✷PART TWENTY-EIGHT

word count: 2.7k!

Warnings: jessie gets high but it’s not detailed, just the after part. ALSO FLUFF 

HAWKINS, INDIANA

DECEMBER 26, 1984

I watched as all the kids sat around the game table and exchanged gifts. It was the day after Christmas- friendsmas as I'm dubbing it- and we were all held up in Mike's basement. I know they wanted to see each other all on actual Christmas day but their schedules and families wouldn't allow it. So I called everyone up this morning and arranged this.

They all thanked me with a hug when I got here with Mickey and Dayton.

Speaking of which,

I find Dayton sitting on the couch fiddling with his hands. He's been back for about two weeks now and we haven't talked much about the elephant in the room.

I take a seat next to him and smooth down my skirt. "Why are you fiddling with your hands so awkwardly?"

He stops and looks to me. "I feel like I left you here and I let you down."

"You didn't. You did the best you could do for someone who was in a different time zone. Trust me." I clap his shoulder hard- like really hard, he hates it when I do that. And he winces. "You raised me right."

"Ha-ha."

Theres footsteps coming down the steps and quickly at the bottom is Steve. He waves to the both of us before saying his greetings to the kids. Dustin and him are up to some new handshake and I think if they don't find one soon we'll all be in trouble.

After that he finds his way on the couch next to me and my brother.

"I think we met last year at the fourth of July party. Steve right?" My brother asks Steve so un-smoothly. Did he really think I didn't know that he had Steve look over me while he was gone? He even holds his hand out for Steve to shake.

Steve awkwardly laughs. "Yeah Dayton she knows."

"What? She knows?!"

I try to stifle my laughter at his outburst.

"She used her abilities on me to make me tell the truth! What was I gonna do?" Steve argues his point.

It's true he couldn't have done anything about it.

Dayton only shakes his head in annoyance.

Lucas and Dustin come up to us on the couch with two bags in their hands. I looking between the two of them and their shit eating grins.

"If this has anything to do with milk I'm giving y'all both wedgies."

Dustin passes me a red bag. "It has nothing to do with you being milk girl."

Lucas gives Steve his bag as well.

I move around the fancy tissue paper and see jeans? I pull it out with my hands and I see that it's not pants but a jean jacket. And the back is painted on with some eye popping colors but the patches on the sleeves are what gets me.

One of them is the state of Texas. And next to it is a Hawkins patch. There are a few notable patches besides those. A lasso. One says Cherry bomb. And one with a brain on it.

I look up and it's not just Dustin and Lucas anymore. The rest of the gang is behind them now watching me.

I pull the jacket on and it fits loosely. It's the best kind of fit.

Looking over at Steve I see his gift. It's another jean jacket but his is different from mine. His has got no patches on it just the paint on the back. And I can't miss the big 'MOM' on the back.

"We wanted to thank you guys for everything you did for us." Mike- the kind asshole- Wheeler speaks up.

I get up from my seat and hod my arms out. "Hugs right now or so help me I will cry on every single one of you."

Max and Mickey are first in almost making me fall over. Then Dustin and Lucas, lastly Mike. I quickly place a kiss on the top of their heads, almost missing Mike because he pulls away slightly but I pull him back.

"Okay Jessie, give me my kids now."

HAWKINS, INDIANA

JANUARY 1985

My stomach grumbling was getting annoying. I needed to put food into my system before I combust. I just didn't feel like leaving Mike's couch. After sitting here while the boys play their precious D&D after a whole year, I'm growing attached.

I'm laid on the couch like a mad woman. My legs are leaning off the side arm, only one of my arms is slanged over the back of the couch. The other one is holding me up properly.

Steve comes down the steps. Hair flopping around like usual.

"Steve! Good you're here!" I say as he descends down the last steps.

"Hey!" He waves to me.

Then he's saying hi to the kids. I watch as he makes his rounds and then walks over to me and the couch. NO if he sits down then we're not leaving here. And I need food.

I bolt out of my seat. "I'm revolting I need food."

"Why don't you ask my mom for something?" Mike asks me.

I didn't want to trouble his mom. I also didn't want to have to interact with any adults. My mouth is a little crazy as Mickey and Dayton keep saying. I'm not good at holding back my opinions.

I shush Mike and look at Steve. "Please can I get food? Please? Pretty please? The D&D is making me want to eat the floor."

"Hey!" All the boys and Max say at once.

Steve chuckles and puts his hands on his hips. Oh no what does he want. He only does that when he wants something. What could he want from me? Wasn't being friends with me enough?

"I need your skilled handwriting for some envelopes." He puts rather simply.

Okay I can do that.

"Alright I'll do it," I grab his arm and start dragging him the way he came. "I just need food. Food. Steve my stomach is like boiling. I need food."

"Alright alright. I got you." Instead of letting me drag him up the steps he falls in line with me.

Always the gentleman, he opens the door and lets me out. I let go of his arm, and let him lead the way. He takes the both of us out the back and I see his red BMW. With a spur of energy I run to the passenger side and dive into the seat.

"Come on, faster pretty boy. I'm trying not to die of starvation here."

-

"Have you been getting any memories lately?"

I turn to look at Steve in the drivers seat. I had just finished a whole meal and now he wants me to talk? I need my post-meal nap pretty soon.

I guess I could just talk to him and wait until we get back.

"Not really, no. It's been radio silent up here." I knock on my head twice.

He can't help but laugh when I do. Maybe that will ease this conversation back to a more friendly topic. I don't want to think about all the bad things today. I was trying to just have a nice day. I could think about it tomorrow. Or the next day.

"I'm serious though. You'd tell me if you did?"

"Yeah." I shoot back.

We continue on the drive in a comfortable silence. It feels like it should be awkward but its not. We have some weird upside down bond now. We haven't seen it all but we've seen enough together.

It doesn't take long before I see Mike's house appear outside my window. Steve's quick to get out of the car but I'm not, I just ate! I need to take it slow don't wanna pull a stomach muscle or something.

I've got the itis.

Slowly I open my door and roll myself out of the car. As I do I know Steve is watching me struggle. He loves to do that sometimes I swear if he wasn't my friend I would yell at him, I swear it.

He's back at my side in an instant holding his arm out for me to lock with mine.

"Ah Steve, such a gentleman."

-

HAWKINS, INDIANA

JANUARY 1985

I try to smoothly make it to my desk in one piece without raising suspicion. I don't trip, or look anyone in the eye as I make it to the back where Steve is sitting. However I do see his floppy hair and I have to clamp my mouth shut to not giggle.

His hair!

How does he do it everyday?

How?

I sit down and put my notebook on the desk.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

I turn slowly to nod at him, I don't wanna do it to fast or he's gonna think something is up with me. I can't alert the troops. I can't alert anyone!

He studies my face, and then his face changes. Did he just figure it out? Did he just find out that quickly? Maybe he won't say anything.

"Are you high right now?" He whispers to me.

My head is nodding again even though I wanna deny it. I was about to deny it. But my head is faster than my mouth.

Ha!

I watch closely as Steve pulls my chair and then my desk close to his. My fingers start playing with the loose ends of my knitted sweater. I wonder how those little dangling threads happen. Why did they happen? I didn't cut my sweater.

I hear our english teacher clear her throat to get the class to settle. It's then that I roll my shoulders back and face the board with the straightest face I can make.

The class settles after a few moments pass and our teacher begins to write names on the board. I watch with confusion. Why was she writing down our names? Did she forget them?

Then she writes down my name. And Steve's.

I look at Steve.

"She was picking random students to read their essays today- Jess we are fucked." He whispers to me and the way he sounds is so funny I start laughing under my breath.

I pull my sweater over my mouth to try and hide it. My eyes are watering before I know it and I have to put my head down on the desk to hide my laughter.

"Ms.Glendall whats the matter?"

Then that makes me laugh even more. Holy shit I'm about to get caught! I'm about to get caught and I don't even have an excuse to give! I'm gonna get detention! Holy shit have I ever gotten detention since I've been here?

No I haven't. I would remember.

"Jessie's not feeling to well, can she read her essay another day?" Steve asks for me.

I can feel his hand come to pat my head like I'm some sort of dog- I'm laughing even harder now. My stomach is starting to hurt with how much I'm dying from this.

"Sure Mr. Harrington."

Steve peers in close to me, close enough to whisper in my ear. When I can feel his hot ass breath on my ear I stop laughing. "You owe me big time Jess."

Oh god how am I gonna make it to Lunch. Hopefully Jon doesn't mind skipping with me to get some food. I am not eating slop while under the influence.

-

I can't believe I'm this much a wuss. I mean I tasered a demo-dog for crying out loud. You'd think I've grown some macho in me.

But no.

Here I am with my envelopes for colleges. Ready to send.

And I'm holding them in my hands like they're about to fly away.

"Step away from the applications."

I swiftly turn around.

Steve's leaning against his car.

"You know I can just go right back upstairs and cancel our plans to hang out." I quip, already turning away.

It's not long, what with his long ass legs, before he has my arm in his grasp and he's stopping me. I turn around slowly to face him, ready for that stupid look on his face. He's gonna make fun of me. I know he is.

He sent out his early applications and I'm standing here, fiddling with my regular applications.

But he doesn't have a look on his face. He looks serious.

"Alright so do you want me to do them for you or do you want a pep talk so you can do it yourself?"

I look between him and my mailbox. A few times. Maybe it's actually more than a few because he snatches the envelopes from my hands and does it himself.

Instead of letting him get the final touch I do it myself. I raise the red flag on the box.

"Well ladies and gentlemen I think Jessica Glendall has finally finished with her applications! How about a round of applause for the girl!" He starts yelling. I try to cover his mouth but he's too tall. And he's fighting me off a bit.

"Cut it out you weirdo! I have neighbors!"

"Is that what the other houses are for? I thought it was decoration."

HAWKINS, INDIANA

JANUARY 1985

"Did you actually have a lasso back home?"

I stop eating and look at Jonathan. He's got a big smile on his face because he knows he's being a little shit. But he wouldn't come up with this on his own. I know this is Steve's doing.

"Steve put you up to this?" I ask him back.

He shakes his head but can't hide his laughter.

"Nah. I just heard it from Will, who heard it from Dustin, who was told by Steve." He explains to me.

"I don't care that we're the same age I will give you a wedgie you do know that right?" It's rhetorical as he puts his hands up in surrender.

"I'd love to see you give Steve a wedgie. Or put him in a lasso."

"Yeah I'd love to see it too."

-

I was cheering Steve on in the gym not too long ago. He's playing really hard right now so that the scouts can see him. I know that he feels like he has to overcompensate with sport because his grades are too hot.

But neither are mine. We're in the same boat here.

His car chirps and I look around for him. I was waiting for him on his car after all. I find him walking my way with his sport bag slung over his shoulder. They didn't win today but he did carry his team the whole way through. That's gotta count for something.

He doesn't say anything to me- no snide remark, no sass, not even a hello. All he does is get into his car and slam the door. Maybe he wants to be alone right now?

I hop off the hood of his car and he turns the engine on.

Maybe I should take the hint and leave.

I put my bag over both of my shoulders and start to turn my body away when I hear the horn honk. So I turn back.

The window is rolled down on my side.

"Aren't you coming?"

I open the door swiftly and get in. "You sure you don't want to be alone right now? I mean I can understand-"

"No I'll be fine. I just need to drive around for a little bit." He says to me and starts pulling out of the parking lot.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I offer

I remember the forth of July party and what he said. About College and parents. This was definitely a topic that he dreaded.

He pumps the breaks on the car when I say it. I almost jolt forward but he holds his arm out to brace me. It makes me let out a breath that's all I know. His arm retracts back to his side as he keeps his eyes on the wheel.

"My dad sucks. And my grades kind of suck. And he's riding my ass about college."

I carefully put my hand on his shoulder. "Look all you can do is your best Steve. At the end of the day it's all anyone can do. Your dad might not see it but it's you who needs to start seeing it. It's your life."

"Y-yeah."

"Plus all of the shit you did with those monsters from hell is pretty badass. You'd probably get a metal for it if it wasn't top secret."

He laughs. "Thanks Jessie."

"Of course Stevie."

"Jessica!"

"Stephen!"

[linphd]

aizawa x dead!reader | anathema [angst]

shouta aizawa x reader

gender neutral

Still confused about Shouta's behavior and looks, Toshinori asks Hizashi about it, even though he discovers a sad backstory behind his colleague.

warning : mention of death

You will never know, what's behind my skull.

You will never know, what's under my hair.

You will never know, what's under my skin.

You will never know, what is it in my veins.

''That said, I'm going back home now. See you two tomorrow.'' Shouta said tiredly, not taking anything to go back home except his yellow sleeping bag. Toshinori sighed. ''Hizashi ? Can I ask you something about Shouta ? I really can't understand him.'' Hizashi arched an eyebrow at his colleague's question. ''Uh, sure ? Go ahead.''

''So... maybe it's too personal or something, but why does Shouta have eyebags all the time ? And why does he look like he doesn't care about anything ?'' Toshinori asked. That made his colleague nervous a bit, not really knowing if he could answer or not. Finally, Hizashi sighed. ''Okay, so Shouta knows about your secret, so I'll tell you his. But only you and I -and Midnight- will know about it. You mustn't tell anyone, got it ?'' He nodded.

And you will never know what I'm thinking of.

And you will never understand what I believe.

             ''In high school, Shouta fell in love with (Y/N). They actually started to date during the first summer break and kept dating since. They debuted as pro heroes at the same time even though (Y/N) was working with Endeavor as his sidekick at first. Their hero name was (H/N).'' Toshinori gasped, even if the other blonde didn't seem to be done yet. ''They died quite long ago !'' Hizashi nodded.

             ''They had an hallucinative quirk. They put the villains in nightmares, surrounding them by hallucinations, and they could end the effects after the villains were tired emotionally. They used to end the effect when the police had captured the villains. But you know that, they were quite famous already, right ?'' He nodded. ''Well, some villains killed them because they were actually famous. They recognized them in their hero costume, and avenge themselves. And Endeavor wasn't there, so (H/N) couldn't manage to use their quirk on every enemies. They didn't even have time to debut as a real pro hero and not just a sidekick.''

         Toshinori put his teacup back on the table, still listening. ''Shouta didn't want to be famous, but even more now because he doesn't want this to happen to him as well. And he hates the fact that because (H/N) was famous, people lie about having known them and stuff.'' Hizashi looked sad, telling the story. After all, if Shouta and (Y/N) met in high school, he was surely friends with them as well.

Haven't you taken enough from me ?

Won't you torture someone else's sleep ?

           ''I didn't know they were dating Shouta.'' Hizashi hummed. ''Yeah, they knew he didn't want to be in the spotlight so they never talked about it. And because they had an helmet, people couldn't really recognize them as a civilian.'' There was still one question that wasn't answered ; why was Shouta looking so tired all the time ?

          So, Toshinori asked, the blue in his eyes not shining bright like they used to before he heard about Shouta's behavior. ''And for some reason, Shouta sees them often when he's dreaming. He thinks that (Y/N) did something with their quirk so they'll haut him or stuff, but maybe it's just the guilt. He says it's their hallucinations, he has those when he's sleeping because (Y/N) want him to be okay. I mean, how could they use their quirk when they're dead ? I think it's the guilt.''

         Hizashi didn't seem to think Shouta was insane, but he knew how bad his friend felt, even after all this time. So he wasn't believing the 'they're using their quirk in their death to see me' theory.

Won't you go to someone else's dreams ?

Won't you go to someone else's head ?

Haven't you taken enough from me ?

Won't you torture someone else's sleep ?

             ''He can sleep, yeah, but it's not a peaceful sleep. He tells me when he's not dreaming about them, cause I tell him it's a good thing. But I don't know, he feels even more guilty when he doesn't ? Like he's forgetting about them or something. I really don't understand him.''

          Toshinori looked saddened by his colleague's life, actually. Maybe he had been harsh to him, by judging him on his careless attitude. He knew he always kinda had this attitude -Hizashi had told him already- but he didn't know about the darkest parts of it.

           ''But he looks healthier when he's having a good night sleep. I suspect him to take naps only to see them, but if after all those years he still does that, he won't change.''

And the tears and the fears begin to multiply.

Taking time in a simple place in my bed,

where my head rests on a pillowcase.

And it's said that a war's led,

but I forget that I let another day go by.

          ''He should see other people. I mean, isn't that teacher from Ketsubutsu into him or something ?'' Hizashi snorted when he heard that, which made his colleague confused. ''Joke ? Yeah, hm, actually it's not going to happen. (Y/N) was cheerful and laughing all the time, despise their quirk, she would remind him of them too much. I mean, if he actually ends up with her, I'm sure it's only to try to find (Y/N) again.''

           Toshinori remained silent for a minute. ''So, if I understood well, Shouta has always been cold and kind of distant but became even more when his lover died, right ?'' Hizashi nodded. ''And he doesn't get real sleep because he feels guilty about it, and it's also the reason why he doesn't move on ?'' He nodded once again. ''It's... so sad to live like this.'' He said, slowly and at a quiet voice. This time, Hizashi didn't nod and just looked at his teacup.

I wanna be afraid but it seems

that these days I'm caught under water,

and I'm falling farther, my heart's getting harder.

Am I screaming to an empty sky ?

           Shouta opened the door to his house, and closed it with his foot. He had two big bags in his arms, since he had just came back from the supermarket. He sighed after he finished storing everything, and laid down on his couch when he was done. He had stopped by his house earlier to deposit his sleeping bag, and all he wanted to do was to take a nap after going back from the store.

          He slipped in his sleeping bag, while watching TV -even though he didn't really care. Shouta was remembering. ''(Y/N) wouldn't have passed the entrance exam if it was with machines, like this year. Me neither, though.'' He had moved a lot of stuffs that were (Y/N)'s in the house already, he wasn't the type to keep everything. He actually gave Midnight everything he didn't know what to do with, but kept their hero costume -since it had been repaired after the fight they died during- and the pictures he had.

         It was funny, how on the first class picture they ever did in Yuei, they ended up sitting next to each other even though they had talked only two times. ''With which product do you wash your hair ? It looks so smooth !'' He had only arched an eyebrow and answer ''shampoo'' very calmly, which had made (Y/N) burst into laughter. ''Can I sit next to you for the picture ?! Maybe your hair will catch people's attention enough so they won't focus on mine... my hair looks nasty, and I've tried everything to make it look soft.''

Empty sky, no way, that's me,

'cause one half of my heart is free.

Empty sky, no way, that's me,

'cause the other half of my heart's asleep.

            ''I'll let you spend your time with me while I'm napping, but tonight, go say hi to Hizashi. I have a rough day tomorrow, I really need a good night of sleep.'' He said, closing his eyes, like they were still here. It's not that he was insane ; he was just convinced that (Y/N) had used their quirk on him before dying, to make sure they'll be together forever.

          Maybe he knew, deep down, that it was all his guilt accumulating. But he didn't want to believe himself that he wasn't totally sane, so he preferred to tell himself it was their quirk instead. He looked insane only when he was all alone, except that, he looked healthy and knew about everything he was doing, was protecting and teaching his student, and could do his job properly. That wasn't insanity, that was their quirk, and only their quirk.

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Could you maybe write about alex not being able to forget that the thing with maria happened? Like them finally getting back together but when things get steamy he sees michael and maria

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Alex had never been in on a date.

In high school, that wasn’t actually an option.  In the Air Force, there wasn’t exactly time or opportunity.  Most of his experience with men was random hookups and, well, Michael Guerin.  So, when he found himself getting ready for his first real date with Michael Guerin, it was nothing short of surreal.

Michael had spiraled downward after Caulfield, Noah, and Max dying.  He stayed with Maria for four months before she dumped him because he was wasted almost every minute of the day and was getting arrested more times than he really should’ve.  Isobel had come to Alex in a truly concerning state and had begged him for help.  They needed Michael to get Max back, but Michael needed to have something on his mind other than anger and alcohol.  Alex found it hard to say no.

So, with the help of Kyle and Liz, the four of them dedicated an absurd amount of time to helping Michael Guerin.  Detox for an alien proved to be even worse than it was for humans.  He’d gotten violent, he’d lost control, he’d spent more than one night crying on Isobel’s bathroom floor.  Alex would be lying if he said it was easy to watch.

However, the Michael that came out of it was a Michael that made him lose all train of thought.  He was softer without alcohol fueling him, he was somewhere between that teenage boy Alex had fallen in love with and the man that had insisted he wouldn’t look away.  Michael had apologized more than once to Alex for all the wrong he’d done and it coaxed apologies out of Alex himself.  They’d somehow managed to repair something between them without even thinking about it and it had Alex feeling more lost in love with him than before.

At first, that had scared the shit out of him.  Michael had stood him up to go hook up with his friend and that was something that was extremely hard to forget.  Even though he understood what had driven Michael to make that call, he still felt insanely insecure over being forgotten by the man who was at the forefront of his mind every single day since they were 16 and he’d seen Michael shirtless and sunbathing beside Isobel in the bed of his truck.

However, it got a little easier when Michael assured him that’s not exactly how it happened.  Alex was on his mind, but agreeing to meet up with Alex hadn’t been.  Them agreeing that had been a fleeting moment smashed in between so much life-altering bullshit that he’d forgotten what day it was, much less when he should’ve been back to talk.  Michael had insisted that he’d literally just told Isobel that he loved him, it was just hard to process and he wanted something that didn’t feel like it might kill him if he lost it.  Admittedly, it felt like a good lie, but Alex willingly bought anything that came from the sincere face Michael had been wearing for a long time now.  He wanted Alex to know everything, no lies.  Alex was his family, he deserved it all.

That made it significantly easier to be in love with him all over again.  All that love was amplified when they started hanging out more and more, getting to know each other better than they ever had.  Sober Michael was funny and playful and loud.  He cooked a lot, he sang a lot, he worked out a lot.  And, not-so-surprisingly, sober Michael was beautifully powerful.  The control he’d managed to have over his abilities hadn’t even been considered before, but without shit tainting his system, it proved to be a lot more than that.  In a good mind, Michael was gifted beyond understanding.  He could move multiple things with little focus, he could feel people’s energies before they even walked through the door, he could fuck with the molecular structure of objects in a way that made it hard to even comprehend.

He could heal a bird with a broken wing.

Alex had been with him when he’d healed that bird outside the cabin.  It was nothing more than a fledgling and Michael had taken to it like it was second nature.  Alex had watched with blinding adoration as Michael cradled it to his chest and created some makeshift nest from pine needles, watching it for a moment before asking Alex for tweezers to which he complied.  He came back with them only to see something on Michael’s face he didn’t recognize.  Michael had picked up the bird and brought it to his chest once again.  And then his hand began glowing.  They were both more than a little speechless when the bird took flight.  Alex had to rub his back when he threw up a few seconds later with tears rolling down his cheeks.

Within a month of building on those newfound abilities along with Isobel, they managed to work together and get Max back.  For the first time probably ever, Michael was happy.  Like, really happy.  He was doing good in so many aspects of his life and Alex was more proud than he could even comprehend.  So, when Michael had approached him saying that the only thing he was missing was them being together and asked him to go on a real date, Alex couldn’t say no.  He didn’t want to say no.  Finally, they were both in a place where they could be together and be healthy.  Somehow, it felt new.

And, when Michael showed up at his door with a flower in hand, Alex was suddenly 17 and in a teen rom-com.

“Uh, hi,” Michael said, holding out the flower, “This is for you.”

Alex smiled, “Thanks.”

After putting the flower in a vase, they got into Michael’s truck and started heading towards the restaurant.  It was weirdly tense as they sat there as if they hadn’t already seen each other naked or have emotional breakdowns.  Of course, going on a date would feel like more pressure than, you know, dying.

“So, uh, anything new?” Alex asked once they finally got to the restaurant.  Michael looked over with a sweet smile.

“Not much since I saw you yesterday,” he teased.  Alex felt his face turn red and then silently cursed himself for acting like a teenage boy.  “Oh!  Max is going back to work tomorrow.  They gave him his job back.”

“That’s awesome!  I know he was worried he wouldn’t be able to,” Alex said, again fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Also,” Michael said tentatively, shifting in his seat, “I’m thinking about going to school.” Alex’s eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I want to do something more with myself, you know?  I know I’m smart, I could do it.” Michael said.  He had such a sweet face that it made it hard for Alex to be upset at the idea of him leaving.  They were just getting started.

“That-that’s amazing, Guerin, seriously.  I hope it all works out.  Where are you thinking of going?” Please say something nearby, please say something nearby.

“Uh, I don’t know yet.  Probably just gonna start with like online classes and stuff, see if I like it.  I don’t know, I haven’t thought it all through, I just know I want to do more.  It feels good doing more.” Alex was almost convinced this was actually a dream.  The man Michael had turned into was dreamy.  “Obviously, I’ll still work on cars and shit.  I like working with my hands.  I’m good with them.  But you knew that.” Yep, dreamy.

Things began to get a little easier as the night went on.  They ordered separate plates but shared the food they’d ordered.  They were able to laugh and smile and enjoy each other knowing this was the real deal.  There was no confusion.  They loved each other and, even though it took eleven years, they finally got to be together.

Driving back home, however, had Alex feeling anxious.  Regardless of their history, this was technically their first date.  Were they allowed to kiss?  He hadn’t touched Michael in so long even though his body literally ached for him and the idea of leaving this night without a kiss was torture.  Staring at Michael in the driver’s seat looking happy and healthy and good made him want even more than that.  It’d been so long.

Michael walked him up to the door and they stared at each other, suddenly once again in a bad teen movie.  Should he make the first move?  Should he let Michael?  Should they just hug or shake hands?  This shouldn’t be so complicated.

“I had fun tonight,” Alex said, trying to make sure Michael wouldn’t leave when he was still trying to figure out what to do.

“Me too,” Michael said, giving that beautiful smile of his.  Why was this so hard?  They’d kissed and had sex a million times before and under way more confusing situations than this, so why was it suddenly hard?  He didn’t want it to be hard.  The whole point of working on them as people before they worked on them together was so it wouldn’t be so hard!  It wasn’t fair, he’d spent so much time working on things only for it to‒ “Can I kiss you?”

Alex blinked hard, “What?”

“Can I kiss you?  I didn’t know if, like, that’s what you want and I don’t want to assume and then go in for it and then be wrong and upset you.  And-and I know sometimes when you get that spacey look in your eyes you don’t like when people touch you, so I was just asking.  Because I really, really want to kiss you, but I don’t wanna like‒”

“Yes, absolutely, do that, kiss me,” Alex said, nodding his head as a stupid smile found his face.  Michael relaxed with a sigh.

“Okay, good, good,” he said, taking one more big breath as his eyes did that dumb thing where he looked Alex up and down.  Well, it wasn’t dumb, but it made Alex feel dumb.  It was that type of look that made his brain short circuit.

Michael cupped his face in his hands as he moved in, leaving a short and sweet kiss on his lips that felt oddly reminiscent of their actual first kiss.  He pulled back just enough to make sure it was okay and it really, really was, so Alex pulled him back.  One kiss led to another, happy laughter spilling from them helplessly.

This was good.  This was what he was waiting for.

That is until Alex’s back hit the door and all he could see was when Michael had done the same thing to Maria in the middle of the Wild Pony, right in front of him, a few months back.

Alex pulled away sharply, discomfort coursing through his veins as he stared at the man he loved.  Michael furrowed his eyebrows in concern, tilting his head.

“You okay?” Michael asked softly.  Alex shook off the image in his mind and nodded, bringing Michael back to his lips.  He was a good kisser on a bad day, a good kisser when he was drunk and sloppy, but kissing a completely sober and of-sound-mind Michael was something he hadn’t actually done since high school.  It was good.  It should’ve been amazing.

Except Maria probably got it first.

“Wait,” Alex said, placing his hands firmly on Michael’s chest and pushing him away.  Michael took even more voluntary steps back to give him space.

Alex was struggling and he didn’t know why.  He’d fixed his relationship with Michael, he’d even sort of made up with Maria.  They’d talked multiple times about why she did what she did.  Not only had she promised she wouldn’t do it again and then did, but she dated him.  She dated him for months in front of Alex, kissed him in front of Alex, stopped talking to Alex all together.  She’d been a bad friend and she knew it.  She had admitted on more than one occasion that Michael was the first decent guy she’d liked in a long time and she was hoping he would be worth it.  But she also wasn’t aware of the history she was putting herself between.  Alex said he couldn’t forget, but he promised to try to forgive.  He thought he had.

He guessed he hadn’t.

“When’s the last time you kissed Maria?” Alex asked.  Michael furrowed his eyebrows.

“Huh?  Alex, I haven’t even seen her in weeks, she won’t talk to me.” Michael told him.  Alex was aware of what he meant, but god his word choice couldn’t have been worse.

“So you’ve reached out to her?  You’ve, you’ve tried to get back with her when we were in the middle of fixing things?” Alex clarified.  Michael’s eyes widened.

“No!  No, I’ve been trying to apologize to her.  I used her and I feel awful about it.  I mean, I liked her, but I knew I wanted you and I just… I’ve tried to apologize.  I swear I haven’t been with her.” Michael promised.  Alex nodded slowly as he tried to push her out of his thoughts.

But he couldn’t.  And that pissed him off.  For months, Alex and Michael had been replacing their negative memories of each other with overwhelming positives.  He no longer saw a mutilated teenager or a broken adult, he saw a genius who was kind to a fault.  His Michael-centric dreams had gone from torture and misery to sweet domesticities and blush-worthy passion.  A future with Michael was finally tangible and right there in his grasp‒but he couldn’t enjoy it.  For a moment, he hated both Michael and Maria for it.  At the end of the day, though, Alex could only blame himself.  He couldn’t just let himself be happy.

“I think you should go,” Alex whispered.  He kicked himself when Michael’s face collapsed into sheer panic.

“Wait, no, Alex, just tell me how to fix this.  I’ll do whatever,” Michael insisted.

“I don’t know, Guerin!  I-I can’t kiss you without seeing her.  I don’t know how to make that go away,” Alex said, groaning as he let his head hit the door.  “I… I just need some time to figure everything out.”

“Alex,” Michael whispered, “Did I ruin us for good?”

Alex breathed out slowly, “I honestly don’t know.”

Michael turned around, his hands covering his face.  This was so fucking unfair.  His whole body ached for Michael’s touch, every inch of his skin all but screaming to feel his.  But his brain wouldn’t let him.  If he couldn’t now after everything that had changed over the recent months, how would he ever?

Why couldn’t he ever win?

“Okay,” Michael sighed, turning back to face him, “I’ll give you time to figure out where to go from here.  I’m sorry.  I really hope… I hope I didn’t fuck us up,” Alex nodded curtly.  Michael’s sad eyes looked over him a few times.  “Alright, I’ll see you.”

Alex rested his head against the door, watching him walk away.  It felt like a wild twist of events seeing him walk away, especially considering how utterly amazing the night had started out.  But, seeing him so upset struck worry in Alex, quickly reminding him that regardless of what Michael had done, he was also a recovering addict.

“Michael,” Alex called.  His head turned with that pained look all over his sweet face.  “Don’t drink, okay?  You’ve been doing amazing, don’t this stupid situation mess you up.”  Michael gave a small smile, nodding before healing towards his truck.

Except, when he reached the door, he paused.  Alex’s eyebrows pulled together in confusion and he was about to ask if he was alright before Michael swiftly turned and started coming back towards the cabin with a newfound determination.

“You know what?” Michael started as he stepped onto the porch, “We will figure this out‒but together.  Almost every issue we’ve ever had could’ve been fixed if we’d just fucking talked, but we were always so bad at it.  But, lately, we’ve gotten really good at the whole talking thing and we’re gonna fix this.  I love you and you love me and we have literally gone through too much bullshit for something like this to be the end of us.  Look, I’m gonna give you some time to yourself, but know I’m not giving up.  This is only our first date, we don’t need to have sex or even make out.  We’re gonna… gonna go slow and become a real ass couple until there’s no doubt in your gorgeous mind that you’re the only one in the world for me, Alex Manes.  We’re gonna see shitty movies together and cuddle on the couch and I’m going to take you on picnics and shit.  I’m gonna make you fall in love with me all over again so that our past doesn’t even matter.”

Michael had said a lot of romantic things in the time Alex had known him, but somehow this decision to communicate through the bump in the road of their relationship felt like the biggest moment in his life.  Alex couldn’t even help but smile even though he knew that he still had shit to do before they actually fulfilled his promise.

“Okay.  Let’s work through this together then,” Alex said softly.  He wanted to kiss him so badly that it nearly hurt, but he wasn’t about to ruin another moment tonight on the off chance his brain was still doused in Michael’s tongue down Maria’s throat.

Michael took a step closer, “We’re fuckin’ cosmic, baby, the universe is gonna have to try harder.”  Alex snorted, the smile still plastered on his face as Michael kissed his head and then his cheek before taking a step back.  “You have a good night and you brainstorm some ways to get your mind full of Michael and Alex, not Michael and Maria.  I will talk to you tomorrow, I love you, good night.”

“You brainstorm too, Guerin.  Love you, night.  Drive safe.” Alex said, grabbing his arm just long enough to place a chaste kiss on his lips.  That he could take.  That didn’t feel tainted.  It was when shit got heavier which, again, was unfair.  But he had a new wave of hope that they’d be able to work towards that again.  Michael brought a fucking person back to life‒he could help bring back their relationship.

Alex watched as he walked away again, only this time there was a bit of a skip in his step.  It was much better than him being sad.  Actually, literally, anything was better than him being sad.

Whenever the truck was out of sight, fatigue hit Alex.  He’d been on his prosthetic for way too many hours and the emotional roller coaster the last 30 minutes were had him feeling exhausted.  He managed to drag himself to the bathroom and drew himself a bath, sinking into the hot water as he brainstormed.  The longer he thought, the more it seemed like there was only one real place to start.  It wasn’t a place he was excited to start, but he was willing to do what it took to be with Michael.  So, when he got out of the bath, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Maria.

Can we meet up tomorrow?  I need to talk to you.

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The Badboy: Pt. 1

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A/N: hey guys! Here is part one! Please let me know if you enjoy it and when you want me to post part 2, or if you want me to post it Incase this is trash fhdjsj

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You had just walked into school for the day, avoiding anyone and everyone that you could. You dashed straight to your locker, getting your books out ready for first period.

“Changbin please, stop!” Chan cries. You close your locker door to see a devlish Changbin, pushing Chan’s head up against his locker. His head dangerously close to Chan’s.

“Or what, Channie, you are gonna hit me with your book? Please, you are such a loser, always studying, how you gonna get any pussy like that?” Changbin whispers in his ear. Chan screws his eyes shut, fear evidently running through him.

Without thinking twice, you ran through the wave of people, having front row access to view the fight.

“Changbin, stop!” you yell, causing everyone’s eyes to turn around and face you. Chan’s eyes open widely, while Changbin pauses, and removes his hand from his head to slowly turn around and face you. Your palms begin to sweat, not used to having so many eyes on you.

“Butt out of it, sweetheart.” Changbin smirks, before proceeding to turn around and continue pushing Chan’s head against the wall. However, before he has a chance to, you move closer to him, grab his wrist, and with all your might, attempt to force his arm back down to his side.

“I said stop. You are doing this for no reason.” You look up at him, adding your other hand to counteract his impending strength that he had over you.

Changbin began to laugh, easily overpowering you. He removed your hands easily, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Listen sweetheart, I’ll do whatever I want. I own everything and everyone in this school. You think you, can stop me out of all people. This isn’t gonna end well for you.” He pauses, moving closer to you. You body temporarily freezes as cocks his head to the left side of you. You feel his hot breath tickle your skin, shivers running through you. Sure, he was extremely sexy, intimidating, but you had to stand your ground, because he could be a real dick sometimes.

“Try me again, and see what happens.” changbin whispers.

“What the hell is going on here?” A loud voice pushes through the crowd. “Shit” you murmur, knowing whose voice it is.

“Uh Principal Park,” you nervously stumble, moving at least 5 steps back from Changbin.

“Ugh” Changbin hisses rolling his eyes.

“I was telling Changbin to-”

“No, I don’t wanna hear this here, you two, my office, now.” JYP shakes his head, motiong a hand for the two of you to walk in front of him.

You throw you head back in disbelief. It was the first time you had ever needed to go to the principal's office. What made it worse, was who you had to go with. You always thought that Changbin was attractive, everyone thought that, but that was all. Recently though, from the literal first encounter you had ever had with him, he was all you could think about. For some reason, his absolute arrogance and being a complete asshole almost, turned you on? It was so sexy, but it wasn’t you had any feelings or anything like tHAT for him. Nothing but lust and the thoughts of the things he would do to you was all.

“I’m sorry,” Changbin nudges your upper arm, causing you to fall out of your inner conflicting thoughts about him. You roll your eyes in response.

“It’s fine, I’ll get over it, but like, why you gotta bully Chan so much? He just minds his own business and works really hard. I’m not the one you should be sorry to.” You hiss at him.

“You’re right, I’ll apologise to him, I guess.”

You look up at him, and for a second, a flicker of softness forms on his face again, just like that time he arrived late to class. Like a violinist playing a violin with his fingers, the strings in your stomach were being plucked, leaving you to almost melt at him.

Losing track of time, you quickly look away from him, a small blush beginning to appear on your face.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how long I was staring at you for.” You giggle, rubbing the back of your neck to help cool yourself down.

“Tsk, it’s fine, I know, I’m fucking sexy, right?” He cocks his head towards you, placing a hand under his chin, smirking at you.

“And you just ruined the moment.”

You both finally sit down in the office. All of the things that principal Park says skips right over both of your heads, well most of it.

“At JYP high, we don’t condone this behaviour. So, with that said, both are you are to go home today, and not return to school tomorrow either. You need a break from here, and especially with you two, wanting to kill each other.”

You raise your eyebrows, leaning forward, almost, out of, your seat to look the principal right in the eyes.

“Are you serious? All I did was try and stop Mr. macho man over here from bullying Chan, again, because it’s not the first time. Instead of-”

“Quite frankly, y/n, I don’t care. What I say goes, got it?”

A stern tone erupts out of mr. Park, causing you to shrivel back into your seat,

“Now, get out.”

You both nod in response, exiting the room. You close the door behind you, before turning around and grabbing Changbin’s arm once again.

“I fucking hate you.”

“Please, I just gave you nearly two days away from this hell.” You laugh and roll your eyes again.

“I mean, you are right.”

“Let’s go do something.” Changbin asks, catching you completely off guard.

“What?” You ask back in extreme confusion.

“You know, we have the rest of the day off, I’m assuming you have no plans. Let’s, idk, go to the arcade or something.”

“N-”

“Too late,” Changbin cuts you off, grabbing your hand and dragging you through to school hallway until you are outside. A icy frost comes over you. You use your arms to cover your body from the cold weather, when all of a sudden, a thick leather jacket encompasses you. You look to see Changbin putting his jacket on you.

“Oh um, thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.” You smile politely.

“Please, I know I’m not the nicest person in the world, but I’m also not a dick 24/7.” He chuckles, a small smile breaking onto his face.

You walk around the school parking lot for a small period of time, until you reached his truck. He launched himself on the back, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jean pocket. You scratched the back of your head nervously, feeling somewhat awkward just staring at him there. At the same time though, a sense of peace and calmness fell through you. You looked up at him in awe. He was completely in his element. It almost looked like something he did everyday.

“Y/n,” Changbin called you, once again snapping you out of your thoughts once again. He leans a hand out.

“Come on, come up here.” Changbin demands. You idiotically grin and shake your head, grabbing his hand. He pulls you up with great difficulty, resulting in you both falling. The awkward thing was how you fell literally straight on top of him. His back was pressed against the floor of the car, and you, of course, on your front. You could feel his muscular abdominal muscles pressed against you.

You both laugh, before suddenly realising how close your faces were to one another. The somewhat awkward atmosphere had completely changed. A sparkle flickered in his eyes the more the moment lingered on. Your body stiffens, quickly rolling yourself off of him. You avoid his eye contact, sitting in the corner. Changbin quickly follows you, reaching out a hand to you, a cigarette in it.

“Ew, no thanks.” You snarl at him, pushing his hand away from you.

“Jeez, alright then,” Changbin hisses, sucking in his cigarette in, shades of orange and brown are ignited at it’s tip, followed by a small greyish area covering him. You focus your gaze on him. It was almost like, a dark, but not bad, aura surrounded him. You were completely infatuated him. He looked to die for. The atmosphere relaxed once again, any awkwardness that was there a few moments ago had disappeared.

“On second thought, pass it over.” you smirk at him, before grabbing the letahl stick and taking a drag. A burning sensation in your chest arises, causing you to uncontrollably cough. A roar of laughter erupts from changbin at you dying. It was probably one of,if not, the funniest thing he had ever seen. He falls onto his back, a hand on his chest trying to regain his breath.

Eventually, he puts hand on your back, patting you gently.

“Oh my god, that was the funniest thing ever, are you okay?” He asks you, almost in a mocking tone. Red tints your cheeks, embarrassment beginning to fill you.

“I’m fine, changbin! Thank you so much for your concern.”

You mock back, lightly smacking him on the arm, before turning your gaze back to the sky.

You sit in silence in what seems like forever, but in reality, was only like 20 minutes. Changbin never removes his hand from your back, and gradually began to rub light circles with his thumb. He clears his throat,

“Um, there’s a party next week, at Hwang Hyunjin’s house.” Changbin quivers a little, a longinful look appears on his face towards you, anticipating your response.

“Okay, and?” you question him, not knowing what he was asking for. He giggles to himself,

“Are you gonna go?” He asks in confusion, thinking that his first sentence implied the question.

“That’s funny. You, think I, go to, house parties?” You laugh.

“Why not? Everyone fucking goes to house parties, Y/N.” His tone comes off harsh. You move, forcing his hand to fall of of your back, giving him a slight glare, but also a look of confusion. He takes in another puff, avoiding eye contact with you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask him, attitude laced through your tone, just like him.

“It means that you’re a fucking loser if you don’t go.” He mocks your tone. You stand up and glare at him. You were confused in his sudden change of behaviour.

“I’m a loser? Why do you care if I go so much? Worried that I’m not easy like all the other girls you fuck at these parties?”

Changbin’s head snaps up, like your words struck a sensitive chord in him.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Changbin now stands up and moves relatively close to you. He balls his fists up, anger beginning to stir within him.

“You heard me, Changbin.” You keep your tone serious, grabbing the smoke from his hand, taking another puff, blowing it straight in his face. He rips it away from you, throwing it on the ground and stomping down on it.

“You have fucking got me all wrong, y/n.” He moves closer to you, hands hovering over your hips. You go into an internal panic, never being close to a boy like this before. However, you don’t budge. It was like you were longing for his touch.

“Okay fine, why don’t you tell me how wrong I am.” You suggestively smirk at him.

He moves even closer to you, faces millimeters apart. He proceeds to lean in, lips so close to touching yours. He grabs the sides of your face with his rough, tatted up hands, breathing on you. Your insides tickle at his hot breath lingering on you. You wanted kiss him. Kiss him so bad, but you had to keep your ground. You didn’t want to be another one of those girls Changbin used then forgot about. Instead of kissing him, you grabbed his face, pressing your face up against his ear,

“I’m not that easy,,, sweetheart.” You whisper, feeling him uncomfortably shift underneath you.

You break all contact from him and jump off of his truck. Changbin looks at you, stunned. You had single-handedly became the first girl at your school to reject Seo Changbin. He was, in shock to say the least.

“Wait, y/n, where are you going?” Changbin asks you, mass confusion filling his tone. You smile at him, running a hand through your long locks of hair.

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Seo.” You smirk, walking out of his sight.

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My Trashmouth - Chapter Two

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Word count: 2185

“So which one of your friends is picking us up?” I asked, suddenly curious who I should be expecting to meet. Bev had told me a little about each of them. Maybe it would be Ben, the boy who had a crush on her and wrote her a poem. Or it could be Eddie, the hypochondriac with asthma. Although, based on Bev’s description of her, probably not. It could be Stan, the Jewish boy with the curly hair that loved birds. It might be Mike, the boy that lived on a farm and hated killing animals. Or it could be Richie. Bev had refused to tell me anything about him, despite my begs and pleas. I hoped it was him and I also hoped it wasn’t. Bev not telling me had me curious and hesitant at the same time. I knew my cousin well enough to know that she was either planning something or hiding something.

I knew that it probably wouldn’t be any of them, it would probably be-

“Bill!” I heard my cousin scream almost at the top of her lungs, confirming my suspicions, and making almost the entire airport, including me, look over at her. She started running through the crowded airport, pushing past people to jump on someone’s back. I struggled after her with our luggage to see Bev and what I assumed to be Bill in a pile on the ground. Bev was giggling ridiculously, and Bill was pulling himself off the ground, before extending a hand out to his giggling friend. She took it and pulled herself up, snickering all the while. Bill gave her a warm smile and pulled her into a hug.

After a few moments, I tapped on Bev’s shoulder awkwardly, interrupting their hug, making them both turn their attention to me. I looked over at Bill and took in his features. Well, more like I looked up at him. He was at least six foot tall, towering over my mere five foot and two and a half inches. He had short red hair and a thin face. He had warm chocolate eyes that were studying me the same way I was studying him. Reaching his hand out, he introduced himself in a low voice.

“Hi, I’m Bill Denbrough. I was a friend of Bev’s when she lived here in Derry.” I shook his hand, feeling very small. I hoped that not all of Bev’s friends were this tall.

“I’m Y/N Marsh. I’m Bev’s cousin. She’s told me a lot about you, it’s nice to finally meet you.” I practically squeaked out, my shyness getting the better of me. He chuckled a little at that and looked over at Bev.

“So you talk about me a lot?” Bill said, turning to Beverly, who blushed a little and nodded sheepishly. “Nice to know you miss me, I missed you too!” He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, causing her to laugh out protests. Finally putting her down, he took all of the luggage right out of my hands with a quick “Excuse me, let me take those for you,” and led us out of the airport. I trailed along behind him while Bev skipped next to him, her mouth going a mile a minute.

“Bill, what happened to your stutter? It’s gone! I mean, I know I’ve been gone for a few years, but you’re not even stuttering a little bit!” Bill shrugged, but a grin was evident on his face.

“He thrust his fist against the post and still insists he sees the ghost.” This left me utterly confused, but it made Bev elicit another string of giggles. Once she quieted down he continued, “Speech therapy. Now I only stutter when I get really nervous. I guess I’m not the St-Stuttering Bill you knew anymore.” Bill joked, his proud smile getting bigger all the while.

“Oh that’s great Bill! I’m so proud of you! How have the others been? I’m so anxious to see them. It’s been way too long.” Bev was practically vibrating with energy and excitement.

“The others are really good. They all really miss you.” Bill walked up to an old beat up minivan and stuffed our suitcases in the trunk. “Not much has changed, Eddie is still short, Stan still birdwatches, and Ben is still a poem fanatic.” He walked around and opened the passengers side doors for Bev and I. She quickly climbed in the front, leaving me to sit in the back by myself. Bill closed the doors behind us and got in the drivers side before continuing. “Mike, well, Mike got buff from working on the farm and that got him on the football team. Let’s see, who am I forgetting? Oh Richie!”

My attention picked up at that. Up until then I had only been half listening, now I was fully attentive, even leaning forward to hear what Bill was going to say about the mystery that is Richie. “Richie is still Richie. You know how he is.” I sighed a little, disappointed. Bev looked at me in the rear view mirror and started cracking up. Bill looked at her curiously, waiting to be let in on the joke that was so funny to her. She tried to tell him, but it was too late. She was laughing so hard, no noise was coming out of her mouth and she had tears in the corners of her eye. I groaned and covered my face, embarrassed about how funny Bev thought this was.

Looking back to me for an answer, Bill had a bewildered expression on his face. “You want to let me in on the joke, Y/N?” I uncovered my face just enough to look into his puzzled face. Sighing again, I pulled my hands all the way off my face.

“I don’t really know what’s so funny, but Bev won’t tell me anything about this ‘Richie’” I made quotation marks with my fingers before continuing. “Apparently she thinks maybe I’ll ‘meet someone’ this summer and I think her plan is for that someone to be Richie. So will you please please please tell me who Richie is?” I begged Bill, who was my only other source of who Richie was. But it was looking like he wouldn’t be much help. He had started to laugh almost as hard as Bev. I blushed again, still upset nobody was telling me anything, and went back to covering my face. For about five minutes I was surrounded by the sounds of their laughter before it started dying down.

Finally, Bev spoke up, still stifling her giggles. “He’s perfect for you. Don’t you think Bill?” She turned to Bill, who was barely calm enough to choke out a “y-yeah”. Not quite stuttering, but still laughing way too hard to speak properly. “See, even Bill agrees. You’ll love Richie.”

“Whatever.” I grumbled, turning a whole new shade of red. “Can we go now? I’m tired from the flight.” It took a few minutes, but once Bill was calm enough, he started the car and started driving to his house, where we were going to be staying for the next three months. Bev and Bill talked animatedly the entire ride, while I sat silently in the back wondering who the hell Richie was. By the time Bill parked the car in front of his house, I was ready to burst with questions. I quickly got out and put all of my weight on Bev’s door, so she couldn’t open it.

“What are you doing? Move out of the way, I have to get out!” I shook my head and held the door as she tried to get out.

“Not until you tell me who Richie is! I wanna kno-Whoa!” I suddenly saw the world from much higher up as Bill picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Hey put me down!” I shouted and pounded on his back, trying to get him to let up.

“Nope. Bev needs to get out of the car, and you will meet Richie soon enough. Now come on, you said you were tired.” Bill carried me into his house, Bev quickly getting out of the car and following us. He passed a woman who looked like his mother and her face lit up when she saw Bev.

“Bev, honey, it’s so good to see you! You’ve grown so much!” She turned to Bill, I think. He was facing her so all I could see was the hallway behind him. “And Bill, sweetie, why are you carrying Bev’s cousin like a dead body?” I snorted, quickly covering my mouth in horror. Bill turned so I could see if I turned my head.

Bill quickly answered in defense. “She wasn’t listening to me.”

“What? That is so not true!” I protested, still pounding on his back. I looked up at his mother. “Could you tell Bill to put me down, he’s the one who’s not listening to me, and Bev is no help.” I shot Bev a quick glare before turning a pleading gaze towards Bill’s mother.

“Of course. Bill put her down. I can see all the blood rushing to her face. Put her down before she gets a headache!” Bill reluctantly put me down, slowly, as if to tease me. A knee in the stomach sped it up. He groaned and dropped me the rest of the way. I landed with a thud, almost toppling over. Steadying myself, I fixed my hair, which sure liked being upside down, before extending a hand out to Bill’s mother.

“Nice to meet you. Thanks. Now nothing is upside down.” She shook my hand and laughed a little.

“It’s nice to meet you too Y/N. Feel free to knee him as hard as you see fit if he picks you up again.” She looked pointedly over at Bill, who seemed to shrink under her gaze. “I’ve told him many times that just because he’s tall and strong, that doesn’t mean he should be manhandling people against their will.” I gasped a little, glad to finally have somebody on my side.

“Yeah Bill. I’m glad somebody agrees with me. Could you make him tell me who Richie is too? He listens to you and they’re not saying zip.” I looked up at Bill, sureI had won by the expression on his face. He couldn’t say no to his mother! Right?

Then, I heard a soul crushing sound behind me. His mother disagreeing with me. “Well I’m sure there’s a reason for that, but don’t worry, I think you’ll find out soon enough.” I groaned, and seeing Bill’s smirk only made it worse. “In fact, Bill, don’t you have plans with everybody tomorrow morning?”

Bill nodded, his smirk widening, “Yeah. They’re coming over. They don’t know Bev is here and I wanted to surprise them.”

For the thousandth time that day, Bev squealed. “Ooh, I can’t wait to surprise them! Can we go to the Barrens too? I haven’t gone there in forever!” Bill nodded along to everything she was saying enthusiastically.

“That’s what they think they’re coming over for anyway, we always meet up at my place before we go anywhere. It’s sort of become tradition.” Bev smiled sadly, and I knew she was thinking about how much she missed. Reaching over to comfort her, I put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a grin.

“Hey Bev, why don’t we start unpacking and settling in? Bill, stay here.” He looked at me with a wounded expression on his face.

“But I can-” Bill started.

“No. Stay here. Bev and I need some cousin time. And it’s not like you’d do anything if you stayed. You’d just tease me about Richie, which I still don’t understand, but that is besides the point. We’ll come back down when we’re done. Promise.” I giggled a little at his defeated pout, but nonetheless, walked upstairs with Bev, leaving Bill all alone downstairs. “Come on, let’s unpack, then you can go downstairs and continue catching up. I couldn’t stand his comments anymore.”

“That may be true, Y/N, but we still need to know which room we’re staying in.” She snickered.

I rolled my eyes and called down the stairs, “Hey Beanstalk! Which room are we staying in?” Once an answer was called back, we made our way to our designated space for the next few months.

While we unpacked, Bev talked my ear off about her summer plans with her old friends. I didn’t mind though, I was just happy that she was excited. Truth be told, I was excited to meet the rest of the famous Losers Club. And Richie. But that was a mystery to unpack tomorrow. For now, Bev and I will hang out with Bill, and then go to bed. We were both exhausted from the long flight.

We didn’t even finish unpacking, before we were both passed out on the two small beds provided for us, dreaming of what was to come the next day.

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7 Things (Kwon Soonyoung)

Hi, it’s Bee! This took a lot longer than I thought because it was too long and I had to shorten it down majorly! I may put up the full version somewhere else!! Anyways...

This is 7 Things, in which you tell seven lies to Seventeen regarding Soonyoung and seven confessions you admit to Soonyoung! I hope you like! 

Lie One: 

“It wasn’t us,” is what you both told Mingyu the morning he discovered you two sound asleep on the couch with a show playing on the TV that he’d rather not know the name of and he saw his beloved living room in disarray. “It was Jihoon,” you spluttered out while he blamed Seungkwan. You looked at each other before you said it was Seungkwan and he quickly turned against Jihoon. The downside of both of you being best friends was that you weren’t quite on the same wavelength so Mingyu quickly saw through your flawed story (not that he believed you to begin with.)

He then proceeded to kick you both off of the couch so he could take your place only for his hand to accidentally squish the jelly doughnut that had gone missing somewhere during your binge watching marathon.

Confession One:

“Onstage and off, you shine brighter than the stars,” is what you murmured the night after it had rained and you were watching him fangirl over the spotted sky and taking notes. Before that moment, he didn’t understand why you liked being outdoors, especially after it had just finished raining. 

He’d needed the reassurance after a moment of vulnerability and the rule of thumb was to comfort when he needed it. He didn’t say it out right, but he needed a hug and that was exactly what you provided, clinging to his backside wile he examined Venus, and sighing contentedly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Y/N. Thank you. ”

Lie Two:

“I ate it!” You exclaimed to Chan. He’d been about to chew Soonyoung out for accidentally eating the youngest boy’s lunch. In Hoshi’s defense though, he and the other leaders had been stuck inside Pledis for hours on end while the others had taken breaks or gone home for the day. You’d unknowingly given him Chan’s plate so he could eat because his energy was so low, he was hardly recognizable, and when Chan called an emergency meeting, you were both dead. “I’d forgotten we went to eat and you brought it back and I was hungry. I’m sorry.”

Long story short, he pretended to believe you, but once performance unit was back at work, he gave Soonyoung more hell than when he was a trainee. “That’s for having Y/N cover for you hyung. We all know your best friend wouldn’t forget something so small.”

Confession Two: (Take One)

“I love you...sometimes,” you smiled sweetly after seeing Woozi stealing Hoshi’s phone. Soonyoung had lost his shit when he heard you and Jihoon ‘conspiring’ against him to leave him a couple towns over with some people you knew and leave him stranded. This time, you figured the hardworking producer boy could use a laugh since Soonyoung had chosen to make today particularly hard.

“SHE DIDN’T LOVE ME,” he sang/cried into his phone with Seokmin and Seungkwan chorusing on the other end of the phone. “I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST Y/N THROUGH THICK AND THIN AND I WAS WRONG! I ALMOST DIED RIGHT NOW. THE BETRAYAL!”

“Yah! Give me that!” Jihoon had barged in and ripped the phone from Soonyoung’s hand and while trying to maintain the scary producer vibe (but failing miserably because he was still laughing), threatened the vocal line to stop bothering his workers before he drop kicked them to the next country. He exited the studio with Soonyoung pining over his mobile device and you on the floor from laughing so hard.

“Yah, what’s so funny?” Apparently Woozi had forgotten to turn it off so your best friend had heard you dying of laughter and he didn’t appreciate being anyone’s clown.

So you told him the truth (see bold) which is something you admitted to him when no one was around. You used it sparingly because if you used it more, he’d eventually get used to it and wouldn’t give in to you (or forgive you as he did just now) as easily.

Sure enough, he was all smiles and it was like you were seeing it for the first time, because you forgot how to breathe in that moment.

Lie Three:

“I’ll be fine,” you assured Minghao when he broke the news that Soonyoung would be spending his free time training newbies with their singing, dancing, and whatever they could use to become a future idol. You didn’t tell him about one of the trainees that had already introduced herself to you and how excited she was to be working with Soonyoung. Your best friend himself seemed very eager to get to work just the same. You weren’t familiar with that particular look he gave her, but it made you uneasy nonetheless.

“Alrighty then. But if you get sick, I’m billing Wonwoo hyung for whatever you throw up on.”

Confession Three:

“I can never get tired of you,” you mumbled against the sick boy’s hair. He was currently hugging you, grateful that you had rushed to Seventeen’s house to care for him. He had gone down with the flu and had insisted to the boys not to cancel their plans and that you’d be there shortly. Even after all this time, you were touched that he thought of you.(Well, mostly. He let it drop that Minseo had been by earlier to drop off food for him so he could eat. While it bothered you earlier, you dropped it mostly because you were there and she wasn’t.) Minseo’s soup was slowly growing cold again and even though he was sitting, he had his arms wrapped around you tightly, seeming to forget he was supposed to be eating. You thanked whatever high power was up there that his clogged ears couldn’t hear the rapid beating of your heart. “I love you too much to let you suffer the way you are now.” Also the way your hand had gone clammy against his feverish forehead; you were glad he couldn’t feel the difference. He looked up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, and my god, you could feel yourself getting nervous. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you love me.”

“Shut up.”

Lie Four:

“I forgot,” trying not to grit your teeth. Wonwoo and Jihoon had conveniently passed by to see you on the curb of the sidewalk with tears streaming down you your face. You were on your way to the bakery that was open 24 hours so you and Soonyoung could celebrate your birthday, but you had seen him clinking a champagne flute with the trainee you recognized was Minseo, and you pieced together why he hadn’t answered any of your texts. They didn’t say anything despite the fact they knew you were lying so you continued to spew some made up story about your notorious leg cramps and when you realized you took up their time, you told them it was time for you to go home.

Wonwoo slurped his noodles, purposely avoiding saying anything so Jihoon took that opportunity to say what he needed to and you flinched instinctively. He was known for his sharp tongue and no nonsense attitude so you were basically waiting for him to call you out on your lie. “Y/N,” he started slowly and calmly, hardly ever a good sign, “I don’t think you going home right now is a good idea. It’s late and if your leg cramps up worse, then what? Hoshi would never forgive us for leaving you alone. You know where you clothes are, so feel free to take a shower when you’d like. Everyone will be home probably a little late and I take it you have to work tomorrow, so I hope you sleep early, but if...your leg hurts again, let us know.” You nodded, getting up slowly.

“Hey Y/N?” This time it was Wonwoo who spoke. “If you need anything, we’re here for you. We uh, care about your wellbeing.”

You gave them a small smile. “Thanks guys; good night.” The next morning you woke up to a note beside you in Soonyoung’s handwriting. I didn’t forget; something came up. Happy birthday.

Confession Four:

“It could’ve been worse,” you interrupted Soonyoung’s panicked rambling after he accidentally kissed you the night before. “You didn’t do it to anyone else or pick a fight or anything. Just be careful next time.” 

“So you don’t hate me? You’re not gonna tell me you never wanna see me again?”

“It’s gonna take more than a drunken escapade for me to tell you that,” you rolled your eyes.

“You really do love me Y/N.”

That word again left you rather flustered and instead of answering, you turned your head, refusing to let him see your reaction.

Lie Five:

“I’m not in love with him,” you crossed your arms defensively. Satan’s helpers by the names of Lee Jihoon and Jeon Wonwoo had cornered you and they weren’t letting you go anytime soon. The thudding of your heart had doubled in speed and you just hoped they couldn’t hear it.

“Just admit it and we can leave you alone,” Wonwoo countered, mimicking your stance. “Y/N, you know this kinda thing isn’t healthy and from everything we’ve seen lately, well, we just don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

“I appreciate the concern, but honestly everything’s fine; we’re fine.”

“So it doesn’t bother you that you’ve become second place to Minseo?” The way Jihoon peered at you would’ve had you nervous, but he was just trying to get an answer from you. “Look, he might’ve felt bad for missing your birthday but in his mind, he’s probably thinking he made it up to you. And we know about the kiss-”

“Enough, both of you!” You threw your hands over your ears. “I don’t wanna hear anymore. Just leave it as it is. Everything is fine and I don’t need you guys babysitting me. I got this. Excuse me.”

Confession Five: (Take two)

“I...love you,” you mumbled, staring at the tiled floors and how you would probably need to buy your best friend new shoes for Christmas. Yep, at a time where you were baring your heart to him, despite the fact that it was still months away, you were already thinking ahead to the holidays. It couldn’t be helped. And unfortunately for you, you picked the day no one ever took seriously. 

Soonyoung blinked once, twice before breaking out into fits of laughter. “Oh Y/N, you almost got me there. Please don’t get mad at me, but I overheard Woozi and Wonwoo talking about this earlier. I didn’t expect you to go all out with this. Wow, you even went as far as cooking dinner with presents and balloons. It’s April Fool’s Day, not Valentine’s. Wow, oh wow. I almost believe you. Are these chocolates too? Dude, I so have to get a picture of this!” Which he did, and sent it to everyone in the Seventeen group chat. 

Much to your surprise, a handful of them didn’t find it as funny as Soonyoung did and Jihoon and Wonwoo went as far as texting you to make sure you okay at the rejection despite the fact you defiantly lied to their faces. All you told them was April Fool’s had never been a bigger pain in your eyes than in that moment.

Lie Six:

“Porn is on his laptop.” Besides the greetings, you’d been dead silent to everyone since coming back from your impromptu vacation and were content with hearing the boys fill you in on everything you’ve missed since you were gone. It was pretty late, but no one had work the next day so they took advantage of that. Everyone was scattered around the living room, a coffee or a beer in their hand, just listening to whoever was talking. Soonyoung was sprawled across the couch, legs dangling over the arm rest and head on your lap, with your fingers absently combing through his hair.

The topic that had piqued your interest was the fact that Soonyoung had gotten rather secretive with his electronics and no one (but you) could figure out why. (Jihoon had stored some new projects on there and he was under strict orders not to let it out of his sight because the or else proved far more threatening than anything else, despite the fact that Jihoon hadn’t thought that far ahead.) At your comment, the boy in question nearly fell off the couch, half assed words slipping past his lips faster than his brain could come up with them.

“Ahh, nothing like being defensive side coming out to prove me right.” He smacked his head on your lap to shut you up. “Soonyoung, you’ve showed me what you have and your collection is impressive.”

“It was too much for you to handle which is why you ran away, remember?”

“We’re not talking about this right now.” You thumped his forehead.

“So what’s the secret?” Hansol and Jun asked at the same time.

“Just some stuff Jihoon is working on.”

“Yah, you blabbermouth!” He aimed a pillow at Soonyoung but it hit you instead so you hit your best friend in retaliation.

“WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME?”

Confession Six:

“You remind me of blue.” In all the time you had known him, you didn’t know the most trivial thing about him: his favorite color. When you had swallowed your pride and asked him, he became rather offended and told the guys not to tell you if you asked them. In the meantime, he exaggerated said colors to frustrate you and it had worked, so to make it easy for you, he told you to tell you what you thought it was.

“Please elaborate on why you’d think I’d pick the most overrated color.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, handing you a flower, just so he could clutch at his heart. “And this will be our talking daisy. As long as you’re holding it, I cannot interrupt you.”

“I’d love to see you try, but okay, moving on. I think it’s your favorite color because well, it’s the color that fits your personality best. A lot of us go to you when we’re having problems because it’s like you know what to say. You want nothing but the best for us and you make us want to  be the best versions of ourselves around. You bring us an inner sense of peace but at the same time, you bring out the children in us so we don’t forget that’s how we all started. So yeah, you remind me of blue.”

“Well unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for, so I’m taking points away and adding you to the worst best friend list.” You smiled sadly, because even though you knew he’d misinterpret the meaning of it, you wished you could’ve, so to throw him off, you did the only thing you could do: You smashed the flower against his face, ensuring the sneeze attack you wanted.

Lie Seven:

“I’ll be fine, excuse me,” After hours of keeping strong, the bravado you were trying so hard not to let slip, was slowly fading and if you didn’t leave now, it’d only get worse. You managed to get swerve karaoking Seungkwan, drinking buddies Minghao and Mingyu, and even avoid suspecting Seungcheol, but you weren’t so lucky at evading the two who’d been growing overprotective since your birthday incident. “Guys, don’t worry about me. Go enjoy the whatever it is.” You took a deep breath; no, you weren’t about to lose it right now in front of them. They didn’t move and it was getting harder for you to breathe. “Just...go.” With a sob, you fell to your knees.

“We’re not just gonna leave you alone,” Jihoon said quietly, lifting you up and you clung to him, not daring to move and he didn’t either, hugging you tightly. He didn’t so much as say “I knew this would happen,” because you were much too hurt for even a moment of satisfaction.

Wonwoo who had disappeared, re-emerged, car keys in hand. “Y/N, we’re gonna take you home now. Are you okay with us staying there?”

And so it that’s how it went with Soonyoung’s two closest friends letting you cry into their shoulders while he was unknowingly dancing the night away with Minseo, happy that he finally got the girl. He didn’t question who was missing but it was better than him finding you at your lowest point.

Confession Seven: (Take three)

“I love you.” This time you hadn’t waited for introductions, small talk, or anything. You figured it was time to cut to the chase now while you had your courage and dignity. “This is why I have to do this.”

“No, Y/N, it doesn’t make sense-”

“Soonyoung, if I don’t leave right now and give us both space, I will singlehandedly destroy this friendship and I know if that happens, it’ll be something we won’t be able to recover from.” You took a deep breath, twirling the letter that was addressed to him in your hands before giving it to him. “This’ll explain it better.”

You weren’t supposed to do this. The original plan was to put his letter on the door where it wouldn’t fall off and leave. Why? Because you were taking the coward’s way out and running away from the problem instead of confronting it. But Soonyoung was already awake for a jog and had caught you in the act. So instead of that, you were actually confessing your feelings however you could and everything you didn’t say, the letter did.

When he finally finished it, he was silent and you couldn’t tell if he was thinking of what to say or how to say it. Frankly every option was terrifying because you weren’t sure what the right thing was. You wanted to stay but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to go because you didn’t want to say goodbye. You wanted to go because you needed to be faraway from him, to catch a breath without feeling like you were drowning. “Y/N...” he couldn’t speak. How could he, having read everything? He didn’t know anything anymore

“I want you to be happy. That’s all I ask of you. I have to find myself too and see where the roads take me.” Lie, lie, lie. “I don’t want to be the reason you lose who you are by staying.” You hugged the boy, fighting against yourself not to break down, and cheering mentally when it worked. “I also have these for the boys. It wouldn’t be fair to leave without a last letter-“

“Go.” He stepped away from you. “Go live your life, be happy, forget about everything that happened here. Because fuck us right?” He took the letters from you. “I’ll make sure they get these. But Y/N, I never thought you’d run away.” His voice, always full of love, adoration and energy, was slowly growing flat. He turned around, heading inside. “I could understand why you wouldn’t wanna face me,” he acknowledged, his back towards you, “but don’t you think the sleeping boys upstairs deserve more than this?” He shook the envelopes and threw them on the ground. “Just go.”

He slammed the door shut, refusing to show you his tears. You in turn, walked away without a final glance at your second home, a lone tear escaping.

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Personal Log: Aishi Taro

*The recording device crackles to life*

<Begin Log, 8/00/00> I’m beginning this audio log at the recommendation of our therapeutic hologram. Just as kind of a way to keep myself sane while we’re out here. I guess I’ll start with a few details. My name is Aishi Taro, chief of security for Project Gofer. I turned 28 just before the meteor showers. I have two moms and a dad. Or...had, I guess.

Sorry, sorry, don’t wanna get morose just yet. We’ve got a crew of about 26 on board and the sixteen Ultimates in cold sleep. Orders are to keep them frozen until we arrive. No idea why, and it’s a shame. I’d love to talk to them. I’m sure they’ve got some stories to tell.

Also, because Earth time doesn’t really matter out here, we’ve been counting up since we left. It’s been 200 hours since launch, so a little over 8 days. We’re already coming up to Uranus’ orbit soon. Yes, haha, that’s so funny.

<Begin Log, 29/00/00>  We’ve just crossed the Kuiper Belt, which means we’re officially beyond the Solar System’s borders. Hard to believe we’re never going back. All we can do now is keep moving forward. Not that that’s sitting well with a lot of the crew; most of them are homesick, depressed, and agitated. There’s already been two fistfights I had to break up.

Okabe and Yamasaki are always in the lab, tending to the Ultimates’ pods. I have to make sure they’re sleeping and eating properly. Honestly, I’ve been slacking on it myself. I looked into one of the pods, just to see if I could see any of them, but it’s fogged up. I feel so sorry for these kids. They had no idea what they were really in for.

<Begin Log, 17/02/00>  Sure is a lot of nothing out here. Yeah, the stars are pretty, but other than that it’s just void. All that’s separating us from are a couple centimeters of metal, plastic, and glass. Okay, okay, not gonna think too much about that. We’ve been having fewer incidents, and I think we’ve started to settle into the idea that this is home now.

We all try to keep ourselves busy. Not much time for small talk, although I have been talking to Kobayashi lately. She’s real pretty, but I can tell she’s been depressed ever since we left home. Maybe I’ll ask her out, see if she’d be interested. Not much we can do here, but hey, a little company’s nice, right?

<Begin Log, 24/04/00>  My date with Kobayashi went well, I think. It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile since we got here, so that’s gotta count for something. She brought up the breeding program, but then asked me to forget about it. Honestly, it’s been on my mind too. We’re all expected to do our part in one way or another.

Not that that’s the only reason I’ve been talking to her. I mean, yeah, she’s pretty, but she’s a great conversationalist too. We talked for about three hours nonstop yesterday. She gets so passionate about her work. Thanks to her, our colony’s going to have some fast-growing plants with rich fruits and vegetables. 

Not that we’ll get to enjoy them. For now, we’re stuck eating worms and algae wafers. Better than nothing, I guess. Anyway, I think I’m gonna ask her out again tomorrow. I wanna hear more about what she has to say.

<Begin Log, 16/08/00> We had our first death today. Hibiki, one of the junior scientists, locked himself in his room and overdosed on medication. Okabe and Yamasaki have taken it the hardest. It was during my latest date with Kotone as well, and I think she might be blaming herself as well. As of today, nobody’s allowed medicine without supervision.

I wonder how many others have been contemplating the same thing. I hope this doesn’t happen again.

<Begin Log, 22/02/01>  Kotone’s pregnant. I was so excited when she told me. It w@sn’t ab0ut the pr gram, bu-

<A LARGE PORTION OF DATA HAS BEEN CORRUPTED AND OVERWRITTEN>

-nev3r h@d the chance aga1n.

<Begin Log, 04/05/04>  For the first time, we’ve passed another star. Proxima Centauri, I think it’s called. Kotone and Mio were so excited. For a little bit, I thought our journey was over, but Yamasaki told me we’ve got a long ways to go. Proxima Centauri does have a planet, but the star’s too unstable for us to stay there.

I hope we get there before Mio has kids of her own. She deserves to at least know what living on a planet feels like before then.

<DATA OVERWRITTEN>

-gin log, 10/10/15> I talked to Kotone today, and she told me some strange things. She said that, last week, when she went into the lab, Yamasaki was...well, he wasn’t doing anything. That’s just it. He was standing in the corner of the room, staring out the window. When she went to check on him, she noticed he had purple bit marks along his wrist and hand. And they were self-inflicted. Otherwise, he seemed pretty normal, which is even weirder.

Yamasaki’s been acting twitchy lately. I don’t know what it is, but our therapy hologram’s been trying to help him.

Even that doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Last night, I heard a scratching outside my door. I went to check, but...nobody was there.

I swear to God, if I find a penrose triangle drawn anywhere, I’m going to start interrogating everyone. At least Kotone’s keeping Mio out of this. 

<Begin log, 16/10/15> The weirdest thing just happened.

It was during our night time. I heard a loud banging noise from outside my door, kinda like the scratching from a few days ago. But then I heard it again. And again. After the fourth time, I got up to check out what it was.

And...I don’t even know how to describe it. It was Sasaki. He was standing there at the end of the hall, I only saw his shadow at first, but he was...he was smashing his forehead against the wall. Just standing there and smashing it, over and over. As I got closer, I noticed the bloodstain he’d left on the wall, as well as the open wound on his forehead.

When I tried to get his attention, he just seemed dazed. Like he wasn’t really there. After I was able to wrestle him away from the wall and to the infirmary, he suddenly came back. He’s in recovery and they’re checking to see if he’s suffered any sort of brain injury.

What the hell is happening on this ship?

<Begin log, 15/11/15>  What the actual flying fuck is happening around here? Kotone went in for work today, but she...she found Okabe. He was almost dead, with a syringe jammed into one of his eyes. He’s in intensive care right now and now we’re looking for the one who did it. Kotone’s keeping Mio safe, thankfully.

Yamasaki’s missing. I hope he wasn’t taken.

I miss when things were boring.

<Begin log, 24/11/15>  We found Yamasaki on the fourth deck. He’d chewed the ends of his fingers into bloody stumps and was writing messages on the walls.

He’d gone pure fucking mental. I guess fifteen years in space can do that to a guy. He’s the one who went and stabbed Okabe in the eye. He tried to attack us too. I shot him in the knee and we locked him in an empty storage room with some food, just so we’ll have a temporary place to keep him until he calms down.

Even if he has gone mental, that doesn’t explain what’s happened to people like Sasaki. Is our ship haunted? Is this a curse for abandoning everyone back on Earth?

<Begin log, 04/12/15> More than half the crew’s refusing to work. They’re not acting like themselves right now, or they’re talking pure nonsense, like how one of them is president of last Tuesday. Others forget who we are or forget what they were talking about midway through a sentence. Some are even saying things like how we need to turn around and go back to Earth, or that we should cut the life support for the ultimates and Okabe. If they start getting violent, I might have to resort to more extreme measures.

Not that I want to. Eight of the women are pregnant. 

Kotone...Mio...God, please protect them.

<Begin log, 24/12/15> Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

This is bad. This is really fucking bad. There was another fight on the top decks, now we’ve basically got a riot going on. At least five crew members are dead. I’m stuck down here on the third deck with Sasaki and Chief Engineer Mizuguchi. We’ve heard gunshots and screams from upstairs.

I can’t get to Kotone and Mio down here! I need to get back up there!

<Begin log, 30/12/15>  We couldn’t get up to the top decks. We had no choice but to barricade ourselves in heat exchange and hope it all dies down. 

While we were building the barricade, one of them came down to us and pulled out a knife. I shot him, but it hardly seemed like it phased him until he started walking away, dragging a bloody hand across the wall.

I’m down to my last magazine. I need to save our bullets.

<Begin log, 11/01/16>  It’s quiet. Too quiet.

<Begin log, 29/01/16> Please. Where’s Kotone and Mio? Sasaki’s on his side, rocking back and forth with a blank look on his face. Mizuguchi’s cradling his stomach in pain. He must be hungry.

Uesugi, why aren’t you there? Why aren’t you helping us? What’s wrong with you?

<Begin log, 13/02/16> It’s all quiet now. I don’t know what happened, but I can’t even hear people walking around upstairs. And at this point, the three of us are too weak to move the barricade. All I’ve got is one can of food left and the seven bullets still in my gun.

I don’t know what’s happened to the Ultimates either. Maybe they’re still frozen or they did cut off life support like they said. I don’t know. I guess I’ll never know at this point.

Is this it? Are we the only ones left? Humanity’s last hope devolving into...this? All of that culture and history and it just comes down to three starving, dying, incoherent men? Some legacy, eh?

Kotone...Mio...I love you both. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

<Begin log, 25/02/16> I’m alone now. I shot them both while they were asleep. They were in pain, rambling, gibbering, they wouldn’t shut up. I can’t move anymore. Don’t want to.

<Begin log, 05/03/16>  *There’s a long silence followed by a soft laughter that devolves into frenzied heaving. There’s the sound of a gunshot and metallic clattering. The rest of the recording is one long stretch of ghostly silence*

*Recording ends*

Jesus fucking Christ...

[heavenbursts-blog]

do it for the likes.  pairing. matsuhana & implied iwaoi  summary. makki & mattsun just started dating, but they’re not sure how to break the news to their longtime friends iwaizumi and oikawa. so they decide to troll them (read, oikawa) instead. the results are both satisfying and entertaining. 

also can be read here

ONE NEW MESSAGE!

From: oinkawa To: SUPER SENTAI SEIJOU 4 Sent at 3:14pm Subject: img.jpg UMMMM HELLO ????? WHAT IS THIS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT????

From: iwaizooms To: SUPER SENTAI SEIJOU 4 Sent at 3:14pm stop yelling shittykawa.

From: oinkawa To: SUPER SENTAI SEIJOU 4 Sent at 3:15pm im not yelling!!!!!!

From: oinkawa To: SUPER SENTAI SEIJOU 4 Sent at 3:15pm @mattsun @makki why r u not responding ??? when did you two start dating ??? HELLO ???

From: oinkawa To: SUPER SENTAI SEIJOU 4 Sent at 3:17pm I’LL HAVE U KNOW IWA-CHAN JUST HIT ME BC OF U TWO AND IF U DONT RESPOND IM CHARGING U FOR AGGRAVATING ASSAULT!!!!

Hanamaki cackled, opening up his messages that were rapidly filling up with Oikawa’s frantic text messages. “This is so funny. How long do you think it’ll take before he facetimes one of us?”

Matsukawa popped a fry into his mouth, grinning. “I say… give it like… less than two seconds?”

Right on time Matsukawa’s phone went off with the Pokemon theme song blaring loud and proud in Mcdonald’s. A few customers turned around but Matsukawa wasn’t bothered. Hanamaki snickered as Matsukawa took an extra three seconds to answer his phone.

“Yeah?” Nonchalance dripped from his tone as he continued shoving fries into his mouth. “Sup?”

“Sup? Sup?! Are you serious?”

Oikawa sounds like he’s about to blow a fuse, Hanamaki mouthed.

Mattsun smirked, “Serious about what? The economy? Yeah it’s in a down spiral as we speak. How could I not be—”

“ —STOP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! How dare you do me so dirty like this? Imagine me, living my best life, going onto Instagram to bless my followers with an update and I see I’ve been followed by your couple insta account with Makki-chan?”

“Oh, that thing?” Hanamaki’s dying with silent laughter and Matsukawa’s voice was still dipped with uncaring tunes. Getting a rise out of Oikawa was always and would always be the highlight of his day. “Yeah. It’s a thing. I see you didn’t follow back though...hm.”

“It’s a pretty clever handle, yeah?” Hanamaki chimed in. “@Matsuhana, because it’s a play on both our names. Mattsun’s idea, spearheaded by me.”

“That’s not the point!” Oikawa rebutted as Iwaizumi mentioned in the background, yeah that is pretty clever heh.  “I refuse to follow you back after—ACK!” A volleyball came out of nowhere, connecting to the back of Oikawa’s head. Most definitely thrown by Iwaizumi. Mattsun absolutely lost it afterwards. He cackled, tears at his eyes as he pushed the phone over to Hanamaki because he really couldn’t .

“Ayo, bossman,” Hanamaki’s grin was catlike as he took the phone, holding it up against his soda cup. “What’s good? Oikawa dead?”

“We can only hope,” Iwaizumi huffed. Hanamaki heard Oikawa go “RUDE!” in the background and he chuckled. “So this account is a joke right?”

Hanamaki and Mattsun exchanged glances, “Define ‘joke’.” Hanamaki asked.

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes, “If this is another one of your guys’s shenanigans have fun. Be safe. Don’t do anything dumb.”

“Yes dad!” the two said at the same time. Iwaizumi snorted and Oikawa pushed him aside to get into the screen.

“Tell me the truth! Are you guys dating? Are you guys fucking around?! What is the truth—”

“—Enough, Trashykawa. We’re hanging up. Bye guys,” Iwaizumi gave them a nod before signing off. Hanamaki snickered, glancing up to see Matsukawa smirking down at him, affecting evident in his eyes. Weird. He still couldn’t get used to it—the finally noticing part.

“You were right,” Hanamaki stuck out his hand and Matsukawa reached out to lace their fingers. “This was so much better than us sending an accidental sext meant for the other person plan.”

“Thanks,” Matsukawa grinned, picking up his phone to look at the photo he posted on their couples instagram. A totally not fake but they were going to act like it was fake for the lolz and the rising blood pressure of Oikawa Tooru instagram account they made on the spur of the moment. It’s main purpose for being created was so they could recreate and mock super popular couple poses.

They started dating yesterday after Hanamaki, very casually but also rather adorably, confessed to being in love with Matsukawa for years. Matsukawa, being sidelines and hit with a truck by the confession, wasted on time in pulling in Hanamaki for a much needed kiss. Because when you’re caught in your feels it’s only natural to act upon them. They didn’t know how to bring it up to Iwaizumi and Oikawa. They were second years in college now and it had been a while since all four of them got together. Sure, they texted all the time but they both felt a little...off just dropping the oh hey we finally got our heads out of our asses and are dating. What’s good?  

So Matsukawa decided that the best way was the subtle way. Make an instagram account dedicated to their couple shenanigans. Follow Oikawa. Say nothing and wait for Oikawa to rage text them in confusion. Again, they could have been upfront but when they weighed the options, this route had the utmost return favor of hilariousity.

The first post was rather iconic, if the duo had to say so themselves. They were holding hands and the picture was taken so you could only see Hanamaki’s hand holding Matsukawa’s as he was pulled down the street. Super aesthetic. Very hipster. Matsukawa even put a cheesy quote for the captain for effect: let your heart lead the way … love you.  It already had 80 likes even though it was posted a couple of hours ago. Which honestly made it ten times funnier because the comments section was filled with people asking more or less, the same questions Oikawa had. Minus all the rage.

“What picture do you wanna post next, babe?” Matsukawa gave his lover’s hand a squeeze. Even though they’ve only been dating for a day calling him babe sounded so right to his ears.

Hanamaki hummed, and then raised his eyebrows as the idea hit him. “Nudes?” another pause, his lips curling into a teasing grin. “ Tasteful nudes? So we’re safe for work.”

“Oh. Yes. Iconic. You’re a genius!” he leaned forward and Hanamaki leaned in halfway for a kiss. Not their first kiss, but their official first kiss as a couple. They pulled back, matching goofy grins on their face. Matsukawa tilted his head for another kiss when his phone buzzed.

ONE NEW MESSAGE!

From: iwazooms Sent at 4:30pm Congrats. Oikawa will figure it out by tomorrow. Until then I’ll play dumb :).

“I love that man,” Mattsun muttered, shaking his head as he shut his phone.

Hanamaki frowned, “Cheating on me already, babe? I thought you’d wait at least until you met that cute little air flight attendant on our second trip to Europe…”

“That’s still in the plans,” Mattsun grinned and Makki snorted.

“Asswipe.”

“Love you.”

“Love ya too. Asswipe.”

[k00kie-krumbl3]

The Truth

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 It’s been weeks from the last time I talked to Jimin, every time I saw him, I would quickly walk the other way. I stopped sitting next to him and even locked myself in my own room, even though it was torture as Elaine would always barge in making some snarky comment that Jimin finally woke up and realized how “terrible” I was. 

        Ignoring his calls and texts, I looked at my phone to see that Bianca was calling instead, hesitating, I heard a knock on my window, looking over I saw Bianca.

Opening it, I looked at her in shock, “h-how did you...?” 

        “Come on now sweetheart, I know how to sneak in and I know when something’s wrong. Jimin has been mopey this past week. Allen has been complaining about the fact you haven’t come to see them, and you haven’t been very social lately.” She accused. 

        Stepping back, she let herself in, whistling lowly, she admired my room. “Which one of these two losers is Elaine?” She asked, making me chuckle at her comment. 

“That would be me,” I heard Elaine say, glaring at the brown haired girl. 

“Ah~ So we finally meet again?” Bianca smiled. 

“How’s Allen? Hopefully in jail,” Elaine snarled. 

        Seeing Bianca’s smirk twitch, she curled her hands into fists, “Nope. He’s still alive and breathing. Regretting the fact he let you in his life,” she chuckled humorlessly. 

        “Oh how sad.” She sneered, “it’s okay though, I have an amazing boyfriend. He’s funny, smart, and a total babe,” she snarked. 

“Oh really? Please do tell me, what’s his name?” She asked,

“Jungkook,” Elaine smiled. 

        Only to glare as both Bianca and I looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. “Oh my goodness. You were sooo confident in that response,” Bianca laughed, “honey, the girlfriend he was telling you about was me. I’m the girlfriend. Moi. Not you.” She grinned. 

“Ha as if. You must be worse than Allen,” she smiled,

        “Okay listen, you can come for me and attack me but leave my brother’s name out of your mouth,” she growled, getting fed up with my sister’s attacks against her ex. “Or what?” Elaine asked. 

        Before she can reply, she jumped as her phone went off. Seeing the name, she smiled as she put her phone on speaker. 

“Bianca?” Jungkook asked,

“Hi baby~ Whats wrong?” She asked, looking at Elaine with a shit-eating grin,

        “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. I just saw the note you left me on the kitchen counter. I hope (y/n)’s okay since she’s been all MIA on us. Tell her I said hi. Oh and make sure you make it back to the house safely, I have a surprise for you~” he sang,

“Okay babe, I’ll see you in a bit,” she smiled,

“Okay also tell Elaine I said sorry but I wouldn’t change you for the world,” before hanging up. 

Elaine stared at Bianca’s phone wide eyed, “h-how did he-“

        “Know?” Bianca asked, “I don’t tend to call him babe or baby unless I feel threatened. And with you well I don’t feel threatened but I just want to make sure you understand that he’s taken. I claimed him as mine so fuck off,” Bianca snarled. 

“Whatever you psycho bitch,” Elaine retorted, shutting the door.

“So that was-“

        “I’m sorry about that,” Bianca apologized. “I don’t usually get like that. It takes awhile for people to piss me off, but with Elaine she’s always been able to get under my skin,” she told me. 

“Oh you and me both,” I laughed, only to see that Bianca wasn’t joining in on the laughter. 

“Hey It’s okay, really!” I reassured her,

“Do you like Jimin?” She asked, making me choke on my saliva. “I’m sorry what?” I asked her.

“Do you like Jimin?” She repeated,

“N-no,” I stuttered, my face growing red hot. 

“You liar~” she teased, “Okay so if you like Jimin then why are you running away?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m scared,” I shrugged.

“Of?”

“Of loving him...?” I answered,

“That’s it?” She asked,

        “No... I’m scared of what my parents will say, I’m scared that they’ll look down on him, I’m scarred that he’ll lose himself to the cruelty of my family. I don’t want him to lose that light like I did mine. I want to see him happy. I want to see him laugh. I want to know and make sure that he stays his silly self, I- I-“ choking up I let the tears spill, “I want to be the reason for his happiness.”

“There it is,” Bianca smiled, “I know there’s more than you loving him. You don’t want to lose him either, right?” She asked,

“Y-Yeah.... yeah I don’t,” I sniffled,

        “Talk to him tomorrow please. And please talk to Allen, he’s been blowing up my phone telling me that if you don’t come over that I’m under house arrest because he “misses” me,” she chuckled, laughing at her comment she gave me a hug. 

        “Remember what I said? If you need anything, just call, I would drop whatever I’m doing just to make you laugh and smile like you are now. No one deserves to be treated unfairly or feel unhappy.” She replied, quickly going out the window. 

        Seeing her silhouette wave bye, I let out a smile, waving bye back. Closing the window, I decided to finally go to sleep, all my restless nights, now buried away as I finally slept without any discomfort. 

~~~~~~

        Making my way to the front entrance, I felt a sense of dread to see Jimin, noticing his orange hair was dyed black now. Feeling nervous,  a bunch of “what if’s” started going  through my head, walking towards his group. When he saw me come closer, his smile soon dropped. 

        “Hey...” I let out, only getting a groan as a response, seeing Hoseok kick his shin, he glared at Hoseok until he looked away at me. 

        Seeing anger in his eyes, he grabbed me away from the group, “Jimin! Jimin let me- can I explain?” I asked him, as he took me upstairs to the rooftop,

        “Explain about what? You running away? You leaving me when my crush kissed me? You know what I don’t know which one was worst, you leaving me after kissing me or feeling my heartbreak knowing the girl I had a crush on obviously regrets kissing me,” he hissed. 

“I- I don’t!” I told him, 

“Really? Didn’t seem that way,” he glared,

        “No, listen Jimin. I- I was- I was scared, I- it was too early, I- I was in the moment, I kissed you, and I realized that this was way too fast-“

“So you regret it?” He asked,

        “What?! No! No, no, no. Oh I making it seem that way,” I groaned, “no I didn’t regret kissing you, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss but thi-“

“Then kiss me,” he challenged,

“Huh?”

“Kiss me. Prove to me what happened that night wasn’t a mistake and that what I felt, you did too,”  Jimin pushed. 

        Staring at him, I looked down at his lips, heart squeezing in anticipation, “I- I can’t,” I told him, “I’m sorry, I thought I was ready but I guess not,” I told him, running downstairs. Leaving the black haired boy alone. 

————

        Entering Al’s house, he quickly shot up off the couch as he gave me a hug. 

“Bitch where have you been? I thought you died or something!” Allen let out, only to get a dark glare from Oliver,

“No, but I feel dead inside now. I screwed everything up with Jimin,” I croaked, 

        "What happened?" Oliver asked, coming over as he laid me down. Relaxing from his vanilla scent, I told them what happened, kicking Allen when he had a wide grin when I mentioned about the kiss between Jimin and I. 

“Why are you afraid?” Allen asked,

“I- I’m scared that I’ll get hurt as well,” I answered. “I mean who knows maybe he’s using me to get to E-“

        “Don’t you dare compare him to that asshole. Don’t. Jimin has been the best thing that has happened to you. I can tell his feelings and intentions are genuine. I have never seen him ask you about your sisters, he’s always talking about you. He loves to hear you listen and literally glows when he sees you smile and laugh. Jaejoong was someone who was shitty. It’s worse since he was your first boyfriend as well, but I can assure you, Jimin... Jimin is different.” Allen explained, “just give him a chance. Just one date...?” 

“I am not- I- he hates me!” I answered. 

        “Bull... let’s call him, yeah?” He asked, hoisting me up as I straddled him, cheeks turning a rosy red as he grabbed my phone, giving my ass a light squeeze as I gasped and slapped his shoulder.

        Chuckling at my reaction, I snapped out of my daze and tried to grab my phone, regretting the fact he knew my password and was soon calling Jimin, putting him on speaker. 

“What?” Jimin growled,

        “Hey Chim... was wondering how you’ll feel about going out with (y/n) tonight?” Allen grinned, about to tell Jimin ‘no’. Al put his hand around my mouth, as a result I gave him a deadly glare. 

“Oh... I thought she said she wasn’t ready?” He inquired,

        “Pssh. As if, she’s just-“ quickly letting out a yelp as his head moved to the side, not expecting the pillow I grabbed to hit him, grabbing his head he was about to continue speaking only to realize my phone he was holding was gone.  Whipping his head around, he glared at his sister as she held the phone with Jimin on the line. 

“Hello?” Jimin asked,

        “Sorry Jiminie~ Don’t mind my idiotic brother and his antics,” she said, hanging up on him and giving Allen a deadly glare. 

“What were you trying to do?” She asked,

        “Well before I was so rudely interrupted,” he glared, giving me a sneer he looked back at his sister, “I was trying to get Jimin and (y/n) to go on a date,” he hissed.

“Well that isn’t something you can do. It’s up to them both, not you, not me, no one but them.” She growled,

Scoffing, he looked over to me, “I thought you wanted to-“

        “I do Allen but there’s more to it than that, I want to go out with him, I do. Yet, all that goes through my head is what my parents are going to say, what my sister’s will try and do. You know what happened last time.” I told him,

“Wanna know what that sounds like to me?” Allen asked,

“What?” I asked,

“Excuses,” he said flatly.

Hearing Bianca stifle a giggle, I glared at them both. “I am not!” I retorted,

        “It does sweetie~” Oliver soon replied, making me gasp at the fact he went with the devil side. “Ollie! I thought you were on my side!” I accused,

        “Oh love, if it was about anything other than this I would but it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself why you can’t date him. Not us,” he said sympathetically, blue eyes looking down at mine.

“I- what should I do then? I already screwed up,” I said. 

“Try again,” Matt soon said, walking downstairs, his curly hair a mess. 

“Yeah. Just don’t fuck in the car, unlike someone I know,” he said, glancing towards Bianca. 

        “Okay listen that was a long time ago, get over it. Secondly, I didn’t know Kookie and I would go a bit far, it was just an innocent kiss that turn heated. We’re human what did you expect?” She questioned, raising a brow.

        “Are you sure your human?” I asked her, making her look at me in shock, Allen chuckling at his sister’s face. “You too sir,” I scolded, this time his sister laughing at him, as his giggling features were now formed into one of shock. 

“Wait you mean to tell me you and Kook almost had car sex?” I asked her,

        “Yup. In my car, no less. I understand you hate me but I don’t need your guys bodily fluids all over my car, thank you,” Allen stated. Earning a glare from Bianca, “oh wow. Kinky,” I chuckled, Bianca scoffing before laughing at my statement. 

~~~~~~

        When Matt dropped me off, I saw Eliza and Elaine were outside waiting for me. “Do you want me to stay? Just in case you need an escape route from the she-devils?” He asked. 

        Knowing he was trying to lighten up my mood, I felt a sense of dread. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just sneak out if I have too,” I told him, exiting out of the car, I waved bye before heading towards the doorsteps. 

        “Wow. So you’re friends with all of our exes, huh? Well at least you have friends.” Eliza gruffed, giving me a cold glare. 

“What did I do wrong this time?” I asked, rolling my eyes. 

Taken aback by my eye roll, Elaine stepped towards me, “don’t get cocky on us now,” Elaine sneered. 

        “Or what? You know if anything you’re all bark but no bite. You won’t do shit, now will you?” I accused, a new found anger, bubbling up inside me. 

“Y-Yes I will!” She retorted,

        “No you won’t. If anything you should be the one concerned about your reputation. I wonder what would happen if I put out about what happened between you and Jaejoong.  How everyone will view you... but I won’t. You know why? Because I’m a decent human and not a monster who likes to hurt people.” I stated, watching as she flinched. 

        “W-well... I... um-“ looking at Eliza, she gulped as her sky blue eyes now a dark sapphire, anger boiling inside of them. “Listen here, (y/n), we get it. We fucked up, but you need to get over yourself. You keep on using that excuse, both of you. You know I was quiet for this long because I didn't want to admit that I hated how you two treated each other but seeing you hang out with Matt... I- I was mad because I would still be with him if it wasn't for you, " she complained, looking at Elaine. 

        “You and your jealousy over (y/n). Even though it was partially my fault for agreeing to sleep with Jaejoong. I didn’t think I would lose Matt, but that was my downfall, when he found out he broke up with me, he was so hurt to know I would do that to him. Yeah, we were just trying to hurt (y/n) and make sure she caught her boyfriend cheating on us, but we also cheated on them.” Eliza proclaimed, anger and sorrow in her tone. Looking at me, her ocean eyes staring at mine. 

        “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for treating you terribly. I’m sorry for ever using your boyfriend and for making you feel little,” wiping away her tears, she glared at Elaine, expecting her to apologize. 

“If you think for-“

“Apologize,” Eliza growled. 

        Looking at me, she gave me a sour look, looking back at Eliza I saw her facial expression break. Her facade of hatred breaking,  “I- I didn’t-“ sighing, she looked guilty as she flinched, as if she was watching a show of all the things she’s done to me in the past. It was the first time I witnessed her actually show any type of emotion other than anger and jealousy. “It sucked, mom and dad wouldn’t stop cooing over you, they would treat us like shit, they didn’t even acknowledge my achievements. I wanted nothing more but to have them pay attention to me. They were so cruel, and so I decided to take it out on you. I know they don’t act all sweet and affectionate towards you, it’s because I made sure they wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and making you feel worthless. As you slowly got older, I knew what I was doing was wrong but I didn’t want to admit my mistakes. I wanted to continue to act like I hate you, but I don’t. I never did. I just wanted to be loved again, and I took out that hatred towards you, which was wrong.” 

        “Is that why you blamed me whenever Allen and Hoseok started to give me attention? We’re you scared that I would steal them?” I asked her,

        “Yes. When Allen started asking me about you, I would try to steer his conversations away from you, scared that you would take him away from me. Reasons, why I did what I did with Jaejoong. When you left, I told him to get his stuff and leave. I didn’t want him to talk to you as he willingly agreed to sleep with us both. I truly am sorry for hurting you. I let my insecurities get the best of me that I didn’t really care if I was hurting you. When you left, I was worried since you left your phone and I had no clue where you went. Mom was silly for not feeding you and I know I made you feel even worse by bringing up Jaejoong and I can’t apologize enough but if there was some way I can regain your forgiveness I would.”

        “You can!” I exclaimed, only to quickly grow flustered, at both of their expressions as they looked at each other, a dark look in their eye. 

“I can’t believe you actually fell for that,” Elaine chuckled, only for Eliza to quickly hit her against the head. 

“Sorry... to early for that?” Elaine asked,

        “Way too early,” she scolded, as she looked at me she cooed and told me not to worry as they’ll help me anyway they can. 

        Opening my mouth, I quickly closed it, staring at them both. “Actually... never mind. It’s nothing important,” I smiled, walking back into the room. 

        Elaine and Eliza both looked at my leaving form as soon as they heard the door clicked, they both shared a sinister smile.

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{Eliza’s POV}

    Hearing (y/n)’s door shut, Elaine and I both looked at each other, knowing who just to ask in order to get this information. Quickly calling up Jungkook, he picked up the phone.

“Y-Yes,” he asked breathily,

“Hey! We were wondering whats the whole situation between (y/n)?” I asked, 

        “Oh it’s- mm- sorry stubbed my toe,” he gasped out, both Elaine and I, looked at each other. Having a feeling that there’s no way that was from hitting his toe. 

“Is Bianca there?” Elaine asked, unamused. 

“No- oh- Ugh- Listen I can’t- fuck- can’t talk right now. I’m sorry,” he husked, hanging up the phone. 

        “Was- did they just-“ both of us bursting into laughter at the fact he was basically getting a blow job while talking to us. 

“Bianca really didn’t appreciate me trying to take her man, I see,” Elaine heaved, trying to catch her breathe. 

        “Not at all. Damn, we still don’t know what (y/n) was going to tell us though, I wish we could contact someone who-“ only to gasp as I looked at Elaine, snapping my fingers as I tried to remember Allen’s name. 

“What?” She asked,

“Do you still have Allen’s phone number?” I asked her, watching her face pale, knowing she did. 

"I-I never got the chance t-"

"Just call him," I said, making her jump at the flat tone I gave her as she called him. 

"Hello?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep, 

        "Hey so wee were wondering if you-" but we didn't get our answer as he quickly hung up, both of us staring at each other in shock. 

        "I mean this was bound to happen," Elaine chuckled humorlessly, as I face palmed at the fact we couldn't help our baby sister. 

"Time for Plan B," I let out, 

"What's plan B?" Elaine asked, 

"Going to Hoseok's," I said, Elaine's face turning white. 

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        Knocking on Hoseok's door, Elaine began walking back and forth. "Maybe he's not home?" Elaine let out, looking at her incredulously, she sighed knowing there's no way he could be gone since it's late at night and his car is in his driveway. 

"Hopeful thinking?" Elaine let out. 

        About to reply, the door opened as a groggy, sleepy Hoseok opened the door, “do you guys have any idea what time it is?” He groaned.

        “Yes but that’s not important,” I told him, pushing him inside as both Elaine and I walked in. “What’s up with (y/n)?” I asked,

“Why should I tell you?” He inquired,

“Because she’s our sister and we want to help,” Elaine snapped.

“Since when?” He questioned, making us feel guilty. 

        “Since now. We know we screwed up and we want to make amends by helping her with whatever her problem is,” I told him. 

        “The only problem is that she’s running away from them,” he replied, making us look at him in confusion. “Jimin and her kissed the day that Jungkook threw Bianca a party, only for (y/n) to leave, the only message Jimin got was her saying thanks for letting her have a taste of happiness.”

“So she likes Jimin?” Elaine asked,

        “Yeah but she’s obviously scared and has been avoiding the kid. Poor thing too, he’s hurt.” He sighed, bags under his eyes. 

“Hey, Hobi this isn’t your fault,” I told him, knowing that he sees Jimin in a brotherly light. 

        Pinching his nose, he groaned, nodding his head in understanding. “I know, I know. It’s just he’s been more angry lately and it’s definitely taking a toll on his family as they want to know what’s gotten him so bitter but he won’t budge.” Hoseok explained. 

“So the problem is my sister isn’t taking to him?” I asked,

        “Yes, she also won’t be truthful.” He pointed out. Nodding my head, I knew what we had to do, bidding Hoseok goodnight we went home, discussing our game plan for tomorrow involving (y/n) and someone that might change her mind on hiding her feelings for Jimin.

[siriusblacksgirl]

Year 5: Sirius Black x Reader

Ok I have like a series of this for every year but basically reader is pureblood with a powerful father, and started learning magic early on bc of that. She knows Sirius likes her but wants to encourage him to ask her out properly, since hes always sabotaging her dates.

There’s something about her, he thought to himself. There’s something bewitching about watching her when she’s unaware, engrossed in a book, lost in the tales of worlds more enticing than her own. Her eyes squinted from the effort of focusing on words lit only by the dim glow of the crackling fireplace. He admired the way a strand freed itself from the make-shift bun she had created, held weakly together by a pencil, and curled around her face. He couldn’t help but smile softly as she scrunched up her nose in frustration, swatting the strand away from her face with the back of her hand, eyes hungrily scanning the page for her spot.  From the way she curled up on the armchair in the otherwise empty Common Room, a tiny ball wrapped in a red Christmas sweater two sizes too big for her, a half empty cup of hot chocolate forgotten on the side table, he could tell he was witnessing a rare moment; a moment in which the flame that burned so bright inside her seemed tamed, her usual self, fierce and burning with energy, enjoying settling down into embers for a night.

A  stinging sensation startled Sirius out of his thoughts as James’s hand collided with his back.

“Oi what was that for?!” Sirius exclaimed.

“Did you hear any of what I just said? I’ve been wasting my breath for a solid ten minutes!”, retorted James.

Sirius rolled his eyes, a smirk creeping its way onto his face.

“Let me guess. Hmmm let’s see here, could you possibly be whining about a certain red-headed Gryffindor who has a knack for ignoring you?”

James huffed, clearly annoyed at the accurate analyzation of a story that even more clearly had passed completely over his best mate’s head.

“At least I don’t watch her when she’s not looking”, he teased, smiling slyly, gesturing towards the brunette lost in the pages of her novel.

“Yes Prongs, yes you do”, Sirius shot back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, “And for your information, I was not watching her, I was just shocked at how quiet she’s being tonight. A bit odd for someone who never shuts up.” He declared the last bit louder than necessary, eliciting a glare from the subject of the conversation, Y/N. She contemplated for a second whether Sirius’s goading deserved a reaction, decided against it, and with a roll of her eyes, returned her attention to the adventures of her favorite fantasy, much to Sirius’s chagrin.

“Besides, you know I’m a lone wolf Prongs”, his eyes glinted mischievously, his voice still a touch louder than necessary.

“That’s funny, I thought Moony was the wolf here. You’re more of a dog, really. Have you ever thought about making your transformations permanent?”, Y/N piped up lazily, her eyes still trained on the book in her lap. At this, James choked with laughter as Sirius’s gaze returned to her, amused, his lips tugging upwards.

“Unfortunately, staying in my Animagus form would cause Hogwarts to have a bestiality problem on its hands. Even as a dog, I’m irresistible. You, on the other hand, can’t even seem to find a guy to want you in your human form”, Sirius countered, knowing he’d strike a chord with Y/N .

A loud bang echoed in the Gryffindor Common Room as Y/N ’s book landed on the ground and she leapt to her feet, whirling to face Sirius.

“Maybe if you lot stayed out of my business, boys would stick around for longer than a month”, she shrieked.

“Yeah, and maybe you’re the problem. Or wow, here’s another thought, maybe the guys you’re interested in are prats.”, he countered.

She narrowed her eyes, a dangerous look flashing through them before she clenched her jaws, knelt down to retrieve her book, and without another word, stomped up the spiralling stone staircase towards the girls dormitories.

James watched his best friend curiously. Sirius’s expression was one of quiet anger as he struggled to maintain a nonchalant demeanor, betrayed only by his clenched fists.

Treading carefully, James murmured, “She’s right to be angry you know. How is it that you have a ‘run in’ with every boy that’s ever asked her out?”

Sirius closed his eyes and breathed in, before opening them to study his friend who was watching him with a look of concern.

“I care about her”, he whispered. Breathing out, his confident exterior returned and he stood up to stretch, turning his back to James. “But not the way that you think”.

“Yeah? ‘Cuz we all care about her too but it’s Y/N we’re talking about here. If anyone can take care of themselves, it’s her. She’s the most talented witch in our year and you know it as well as I do Pads. Besides, you know how much she hates people treating her like she’s helpless. She probably hasn’t backed down from a fight since the day she was born”

“Whatever. She’ll get over it by tomorrow morning. She always does.” he sighed. He turned back around to face James, running a hand through his long black locks. “Wanna head upstairs? I bet Moony and Wormtail are done their Potions assignment by now”

Unappeased but left with no choice, James followed his friend up the other stone staircase, hoping that Sirius was right. While Sirius and Y/N were usually partners in crime, their fights could certainly get dirty.

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Y/N whined in protest as the curtains were ripped out of the way, streaming sunshine into the room and startling  her awake.

“Get up or we’re gonna miss breakfast!”, Lily cried, tugging Y/N until her upper body was sprawled on the ground, her legs still wrapped around the blankets in her bed. Y/N groaned, shoving her head in her hand and pushing her curls out of her eyes. The events of the previous day returned to her, anger once again bubbling to the surface. Dragging her legs into the shower, she brooded over the events of the past year in the solace of the warm water and the quiet of the bathroom. Sirius had stumbled upon the hobby of tormenting every guy who asked Y/N to Hogsmeade, or danced with her at parties, or flirted with her in class. He’d hexed poor Bertram Aubrey’s head to twice its original size, and Lucius Malfoy’s hair had been dyed bright pink for weeks. Because of his pesky interference coupled with her father’s reputation, Y/N was now 16 with no real experience in a relationship. She fumed at Sirius’s childish, and pathetically transparent, antics.

She recalled with a soft smile the time he had asked her out in 4th year. Y/N and Sirius had gotten remarkably close over the past 4 years. They both had revelled in spreading mischief, easing the tension in the air when exams rolled around, or giving the students staying back during holiday something to laugh about. They also kept each other in check. Y/N seemed to excel in her classes effortlessly, having knowledge of spells and charms well above her level, challenging Sirius’s natural talent. Sirius, despite having no taste for the glory quidditch could provide, gave her a run for her money as he’d learnt to fly at a remarkably young age. It came as no shock to anyone when the two started displaying more than typical, friendly affection for one another.

It was common knowledge that, with his long, dark hair, contrasted against his creamy complexion, highlighting his high cheek bones,  and stormy grey eyes, Sirius was no stranger to girls’ attention. He could often be found chatting up a girl in the corner of a quidditch after-party, her too-loud giggles a source of envy for the many other girls in the room. He never, however, took it past innocent flirting.  When questioned, he’d simply shrug and with a lazy smile claim that he wasn’t ready to be tied down just yet. He didn’t think he ever would be, as relationships seemed to be too many rules, too much tiptoeing around one another, for his liking.

“Guess how many girls have asked me to Hogsmeade”, he had mused, happily.

Y/N turned to glare at him, annoyance spelled out across her face. He had recently become aware of the affect he was having on girls, and their usefulness in filling the hole in his heart his parents had carved.

“I’ll pass”

“Don’t be jealous, Y/N . I, for one, plan on taking you to Hogsmeade.”

Y/N felt her stomach flip, as she sucked her lips into her mouth to conceal the smile making her way on to her face. She wasn’t immune to Sirius’s charm, but it was different for her. She didn’t care for what he looked like; she liked him for the twinkle of anticipation in his eyes just before a prank, or the way he looked with his hair falling forward onto his face when he’s on the ground, clutching his stomach in hysteric laughter. She liked him for the pout his lips would form when he concentrated really hard on learning a charm, or the glint of playfulness in his eyes when he spiralled on his broom, cutting her off from reaching the snitch during practices. More than anything else, however, she liked him for the soft side of him that he seemed to reserve for after dark. The way he’d timidly slink down the stairs from his dormitory, knowing Y/N slept almost as little as him, wrapping the both of them in blankets and spending the early hours of the night talking about their hearts desires; the soft light the fire cast on his face making her melt, as he whispered to her how he hoped to change the world, how he desperately hoped to be different. The rare show of shyness as he talked about his fears, his constant battle between his love for his brother Regulus, and his hate for his family’s ways. It warmed her heart the most to discover him on the astronomy tower the nights after Remus’s transformation, eyes filled to the brim with the frustration of not being able to do anything to quell his friend’s pain; the way he’d reach out to her, his body hungry for any source of comfort.

So, when he seemed to ask her out on a date, her heart had soared, and then plummeted. She searched desperately in his eyes for the warmth she had fallen for, and came out empty handed. She was one of the few girls in the school who refused to throw herself at him, refused to acknowledge or react to his incessant flirting. She wasn’t a quest; to be conquered and then boasted about, like the rest of his girls, and she refused to be another number. She refused to come as easy as everyone else to him. She was worth more than that. So, ignoring the ache of longing her heart, she turned back towards her food.

“Who says I don’t already have a date?”, she asked, raising an eyebrow at her friend, aware of Remus and James whistling in the background. Sirius frowned, clearly taken by surprise.

“Who’s taking you?”, he questioned, eyes devoid of his usual humour.

“Alphard”, she stated casually, picking at her food.

Alphard McLaggen ended up being the first victim to the line of guys who had attempted their chance with Y/N , and then mysteriously had a terrifying encounter with the marauders’ infamous pranks. At the end of the day, when forced to choose between her friends and her not-yet boyfriend, she chose her friends. Sirius never asked her out again.

Turning off the shower, Y/N was struck with an idea. What if, Sirius couldn’t make her choose between the boy she chose to see and her best friends? What if he was one and the same? With the gears in her head churning, she pulled on her black and red robes and skipped down to breakfast.

She spotted the familiar flame of red hair surrounded by 4 boys immediately, and made her way to their table. Instead of assuming her usual spot in between Sirius and Lily, she approached Remus, hugging him from behind and placing her head on his. Remus looked up in surprise, choking on the milk he was downing, and Sirius raised an eyebrow in their direction.

“Reemmmm”, she whined, pouting her lower lip.

Just as she’d hoped, he grabbed her hand pulling her into the seat next to him. Confused, he turned towards her.  “What’s going on, Y/N ?”

“Will you accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?”, she asked, her voice bouncing musically, laced with a sickly sweetness. She used one hand to tuck a piece of her wet hair behind her ear, as she squeezed his hand, willing him just this once to use that witty mind of his and side with her.

“I thought you were going with Amos”, he said cautiously. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Peter watching the two of them with a mixture of awe and confusion, Lily smirking at her knowingly, and James glaring at her. Sirius’s stance, though tense before, relaxed slightly at the mention of Amos and Remus’s apparent rejection.

Shifting herself closer to Remus so that she was almost on his lap, she rested her head in her hand, giving him her undivided attention, and biting her lip.

“Yeah…but when Sirius set his robes on fire, I realized I wasn’t even disappointed. He isn’t the person I really wanted to go with anyway”, she declared, boring her eyes into his, willing him to understand.

A flicker of recognition, and then mischief flashed in Remus’s eyes before he gasped, engulfing Y/N in a hug.

“And here I thought I didn’t stand a chance”, Remus fake whispered, loud enough for their friends to hear.

She finally detached herself from Remus, daring to look at Sirius. The sight she was met with caused her stomach to knot in a mixture of anxiety and hope. His jaw was clenched, his complexion paler than usual. His grey eyes seemed to darken as the two of them made eye contact, and her heart leapt.

“I should thank you I guess Siri. I know you’re a prat, but if you hadn’t pranked Amos, I’d never have the courage to ask Remus. So, thanks Pads.”

Lily snickered across from her, shooting James a warning glance just as Y/N got up, throwing her hair behind her as she turned to leave. She hadn’t made it far before she felt a tug on her wrist, and looked down to meet the eyes of Remus, a sly smile adorning his face. He held out a muffin.

“Don’t forget breakfast, love”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, forcing back the giggle of amusement that threatened to escape. She swooped down, placing a kiss on Remus’s cheek, whispering a quick thank you in his ear, before waving good bye to the rest of the crew.

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Sirius watched the back of Y/N ’s head, her hair swaying slightly as she strutted away. He was clutching the fork in his hand so hard, his knuckles had started to turn white from the strain. It wasn’t until Peter coughed that Sirius’s attention was brought back to the table.

“Wow! Remus, I didn’t know you and Y/N were a thing! This is great, she’s beautiful, you deserve this buddy”, Peter erupted, beaming with happiness.

“Yeah”, let out Sirius, carefully measuring his next words on his tongue. “I didn’t know you and Y/N were a thing. Why didn’t I know? James, did you know?”

“I-er-no I guess not but-“

“Lily, did you know?”

“Actually,” Lily started, grinning evilly as her eyes connected with Remus’s. “I did, know. Y/N talks about him nonstop.”

Sirius returned his intense gaze to Remus, unaware of James shaking his head and hiding it in between his hands as Lily leaned down to whisper a warning in his ear.

Remus grinned. It wasn’t every day he discovered a way to actually get to his friend. This was going to be fun.

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“They’re just doing it mess with you. Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“You’ve been saying that for days now! How is it they’re still together then, huh?.”

It had been three days since Y/N ’s brilliant plan, which was losing it’s appeal rapidly. James, unable to hide anything from his best friend, had told Sirius about his hunch regarding Y/N ’s relationship, encouraging him to withhold any sort of reaction. Remus and Y/N had met up with Lily in the library in between classes that first day, making sure they all had their backstories in check and understood that as soon as anyone’s feelings were in genuine danger, the plan gets called off. However, Sirius had actively avoided being in the presence of the supposed couple since their initial meeting at breakfast, putting a damper on their little project. In desperation, Y/N found herself at a new low: eavesdropping outside the boys’ dorm in hopes of finding the inspiration to continue on with their little charade.

She heard steps making their way up to the door she was crouching in front of and, opting to face the boys inside the dorm rather than be caught outside, she pushed open the door. She found Sirius sitting cross-legged on his bed, his hair hanging messily around his shoulders, red and gold tie swaying loosely on his untucked shirt. James sat on the opposite bed, his legs swinging underneath him, a snitch hovering in the air above him.

Sirius turned to look at Y/N momentarily, before growling, “Get. Out.”

“This is my boyfriend’s dorm as much as yours, and, seeing as how I can’t seem to find him, I’m going to wait for him here.”

“Like hell you are,” muttered Sirius. Y/N almost felt bad for him, before his eyes lit up and swiveled around once again to meet her own. “You wanna know something odd that James here was just telling me, Y/N ?”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow hot, knowing perfectly well what the pair had just been discussing. Slowly, she nodded her head, eyes jumping from Sirius to a very nervous-looking James.

Sirius jumped up from his bed, pushing a hand through his hair before approaching Y/N , eyes glinting with malice. “James here seems to be under the impression that you and Moony are only pretending to date.”

Y/N refused to let her gaze falter, raising her chin defiantly and narrowing her eyes, answering in a voice so dangerously low that James had to physically lean forward to catch the next few words. “Yeah? And why, exactly, would I be doing that?”

“Well”, drawled Sirius, voice dripping with hostility. His eyes flickered momentarily to the door behind you, but he continued. “James thinks it’s because you’re trying to make me jealous.”

Frozen in place, Y/N ’s voice trembled as she choked out her response. “What do you think Sirius?”

At this, Sirius laughed, a bark-like, bitter laugh. Taking another step closer to her so that they were standing so close she could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and had to tilt her head slightly to meet the icy grey of his eyes.

“Well, I think you can’t possibly be stupid enough to think going out with Remus would make me jealous. I mean, just look at me”, he stated, hands gesturing up and down his body. “I have all the most beautiful girls of the student body at my disposal, and you really think I could possibly be looking at you? Please, you may not be a looker but you have brains, I’ll give you that. There’s no way you think you can make me jealous.”

Y/N had to restrain herself from clutching her chest at the effect his words had had on her. She could feel her heart breaking, could feel each and every crack, his words like a hammer landing blow after blow on her porcelain heart, the pain spreading across her chest. She clenched her fists so tightly, blood stained the places her nails met the flesh of her palm. Against her will, her breathing quickened, the large lump in her throat and unease in her stomach pulling her into a wave of nausea. She couldn’t remember the last time she cried. It wasn’t when she found out her brother, her closest family, was moving away indefinitely to Bulgaria, it wasn’t when her father told her not to come home for the holidays as he didn’t have time-nor the desire, as she knew all too well- to be with her. It wasn’t even when she herself had been shipped off to Belgium at the ripe age of 7, nobody asking her how she felt about leaving her friends and family behind, her only contact being a rare letter once every couple months. No, Y/N was not one to cry, so it came as an unpleasant shock to her when, despite her attempts to dispel the tears pricking her eyes, grinding her teeth in determination to not let Sirius see her so weak, she still felt the warm, wetness on her cheek seconds later. Shutting her eyes, swallowing back a sob, she turned to leave the room, running straight into the chest of Remus, who had been standing in the doorway during Sirius’s rampage. He looked at her, eyes full of concern, opening his mouth to say something but Y/N didn’t give him a chance. She shoved him out of the way before sprinting down the stone stairwell. Moments later, the trio of boys heard the portrait door slam shut, leaving them in a stunned silence.

“You really are a twat Sirius, you know that?”, Remus claimed angrily.

Remorse bloomed in Sirius’s stomach. Y/N was the strongest person he knew. Despite the nights the two had spent discussing his life, his dilemmas and goals, she had never once disclosed any real personal pains of her own. She always sported a bright smile, her face glowing with happiness, her person radiating warmth. In their 4 years of friendship, he’d never once seen her cry, never once seen such raw pain coloring her face.

“Aren’t you going to go after your girlfriend?”, Sirius responded weakly, all the animosity drained from his voice, replaced by regret.

Remus felt around under his bed for chocolate, stuffing some in his mouth before casually responding with, “She’s not my girlfriend”, causing James to smirk with triumph.

Sirius stared at him in a mixture of shock, relief, and guilt, waiting for him to elaborate. Instead, Remus raised his eyebrows towards the door, then looked back at Sirius expectantly.

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He found her in her usual sanctuary, sitting in the windowsill of the astronomy tower, looking out into a courtyard. Her knees were brought up to her chest wrapped under her arms, chin resting on them. She  was no longer crying but there was no mistaking the puffiness of her sorrowful eyes. She really was quite radiant, with her curls gathered on one side of her body, the half-moon illuminating her golden eyes, casting a enchanting glow on her. She turned slightly at the sound of shoes scraping against the cold ground.

“Go away”, she whispered, her voice stripped of conviction.

Instead, Sirius took his place opposite her on the same windowsill, watching her with large, puppy dog eyes.

They sat in silence, Y/N determined to keep her eyes focused on the uncanny stillness of a Hogwarts courtyard after hours. After what seemed like ages, Sirius leaned forward slowly, afraid any sudden action would compromise his next move. Gently, he took her hand in his, pulling her closer to him. She let him, stopping herself just before their bodies touched. This time, she studied the pattern of the stones on the ground. She had no doubt in her mind that Remus had told Sirius the truth already.

“I’m kind of an idiot aren’t I?”, he whispered.

Y/N let out a soft, sad laugh. “Kind of.”

“I’m sorry Y/N ”, he started, squeezing her hand slightly. “You know I didn’t mean any of that right?”

She didn’t respond, so he continued, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’d be the luckiest boy in this school if you had agreed to go out with me last year. I just-you rejected me, so seeing you with Remus, I felt jealous and inadequate and-“

“I didn’t want to be one of them”, Y/N squeaked out, so quietly that Sirius almost missed it.

“What was that?”, he asked, nose scrunching in confusion.

“Every girl in this castle throws herself at you. I didn’t want to be one of them; I didn’t want to turn into just another girl on your list. I want to be more than stolen kisses and hands held under the cover of the night”, she breathed out.

“Okay, first of all, I haven’t graced any girls with my lips just yet”, he teased, earning an amused glare from Y/N.

“-and second of all, you could never be just another anything. You burn brighter than anyone I’ve ever met, Y/N. You’re the wild of a storm and the calm after the storm, all bundled into one person. You’re the arms that rocked me softly on nights I didn’t know how to be me anymore, and you’re the arms that steadied mine when they shook from excitement those moments before a prank. You’re as big a part of me as my own lungs. And I’m sorry.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry for ever hurting you. There’s absolutely no excuse for me to behave like that, no matter how I feel about you. But for whatever it’s worth, I think you’re breathtaking. inside and out.” He looked at her with pleading eyes. Y/N stared back, wide eyed, a slight pink blush decorating her face. She bit her lip trying to contain her joy.

Gaining courage from her positive response, Sirius scooted closer, holding both her hands in his. “Do you forgive me?”

Smiling slyly, Y/N looked out into the courtyard once more. “Oh, I don’t know, You hurt me pretty bad back there, I feel like you owe me.”

At this, Sirius pulled her even closer, one of his hands making its way down to her waist, the other cradling her head.

“What do you want?”, he whispered, lips so close she could feel his hot breath on her own, the hairs at the back of her neck rising in anticipation. She was sure he could hear the pounding of her heart and the way her eyes struggled to stay open. She parted her lips slightly, wracking her brain for a witty answer, but before she could say anything, Sirius closed the distance between them.

His lips were soft and warm, sparking a shiver up her spine. She responded immediately, burying her hands in his silky black locks, pulling him even closer as her lips moved rhythmically against his. She felt his hand clutch her waist tightly as he poured all the unexpressed emotion into her lips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He’d wanted this for so long, his body hungered for hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss, pulling away and resting her forehead against his, every atom in her body conscious of how close they were, of the way her lips burned with desire as Sirius’s thumb traced them softly.