#when I say quick I mean i had to stay up to 1am to finish this

[unanchored-ship]

aaaah just a quick thing I did for school... its about the book I Must Betray You by Ruta Sepetys

[greazyfloz]

Luke Hughes fluff 12 plz 🙏

Fluff: 12. “I didn’t want to fall in love, but you make it hard not to” w/ Luke Hughes

Friends Don't

I’ve known Luke since he played for the NDTP. I had a crush on him but was friendzoned almost immediately. We became closer when we both ran into each other again during frosh week at Michigan. Since we became best friends. It’s weird to go a day let alone a couple hours without texting him, but today was different. Actually this whole week was different. 

Luke has been off and on with me all week. I think in the past 4 days I have probably received about 5 texts from him. I would see him tonight at a party at Nolan’s that Mackie told me to go to. As I am getting ready I send Luke a text asking if we could go together or meet up. I didn’t hear anything by the time I was done getting ready so I decided to head out myself.

I arrive to the party and make my way over to Mackie. Mackie was standing with Eddy and Mark and no sign of Luke. I am tempted to ask the boys but bite my tongue and just nod along to whatever they are talking about. 

After about 30 minutes I decide to go get myself a new drink so I made my way to the kitchen. As I was refilling my drink an attractive guy from one of my classes that I havent ever talked to makes his way over, “Hey!” he says in a friendly tone.

“Hey” I say back just as friendly

“You’re Y/n, right? We have 8am Tuesday together”

“Yeah, I’m Y/n. Yes I remember seeing you around” “I’m Kyle by the way” he says looking down at his feet shyly before looking back at me, “Where are your friends? You didn’t come alone did you?” he asks

“Oh, no” I say looking around the kitchen to see if I could see anyone I knew, “They must be in the next room” I say still browsing the crowd. The two of us continue talking about class and about ourselves before long it is close to 1am. 

“Oh shoot!” I say looking down at my watch, “I should get going home now, I didn’t want to stay out that long!” 

“You aren’t walking alone are you?” he asks 

“No I was going to ask one of m-” before I could finish I felt a presence behind me speak

“She’s good, man” I turn to see Luke and Duker behind me, one less happy looking than the other. 

“Oh sorry! I didn’t know you guys were dating!” Kyle apologizes to Luke looking between both Luke and I.

“We aren’t” I say but Kyle already turns to leave me with Luke before turning around quick to say:

“Ah okay, I gotta get going”

I turn back at Luke and Duker and Duker is first to speak, “He looked like he was going to shit himself”

“Who was that?” a slightly less amused Luke asks me. 

“Kyle, he was going to walk me home”

“You don’t even know him. I’ll walk you, come on” he says and I walk by him and he follows leaving Duker at the party. After we exit the party and begin our walk back home I question him.

“What was that?” I ask

“What?” Luke says

“Why couldn’t he walk me home?”

“Because”

“Good reason” I say walking a bit faster

“Well how long have you known him? Like awhile?” he questions me catching up

“He is in one of my classes Luke, damn! My own parents wouldn’t care that much!” I say stopping and looking at him

“Well I wanted to walk you home, that's all” Luke says in defence

“So you’re jealous? This is a new side I don’t like” I say and I could tell the last part broke Luke a little on the inside, “You act so protective over me like we are dating or something”

“I just don’t want you talking to other guys” 

“Why? We are dati-”

“Because I love you Y/n” he says and I stand there looking at him in shock, “I didn’t want to fall in love, but you make it hard not to”. 

“Luke- I- um I wasn’t expecting this” I say back in complete shock.

“I really thought staying friends would be better for us, but I was wrong. I can’t watch you with other guys anymore, it kills me” Luke continues. “I really didn’t mean to embarrass you tonight, but I just had to let you k-”

I press my lips to his shutting him up and he gladly kisses me back. I pull away staying in his arms, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that”. Luke smiles down at me pulling away and grabbing one of my hands. 

“Here let’s go to my place tonight” 

“The boys though” I say as I begin walking with Luke back to his place. 

“They have probably already seen this coming” he blushes

[lou-lj]

love songs

Robin Buckley x fem reader

Summary: You’ve liked Robin since a year and it’s time to confess

A/N: It’s like 1am while I’m writing this so I hope it makes sense, all I can say is I love Robin and I think mixtapes are very cool. That’s it thanks for listening.

Robin Buckley, she was smart, funny,pretty and knew how to make anyone smile. She had this incredible charm, that made you want to listen to her forever. You didn’t talk to her that often, what would you even say? Hey I’m Y/n and I am totally in love with you since I’ve sawn you last year in algebra!? Yeah definitely not. But you had to do something, your friends where getting annoyed at how you’d drool over her, whenever she laughed, or talked, or practically just existed. Also you didn’t want anyone to tell her, before you got the chance, cause that would be even more embarrassing. But just telling her was a risk at itself, you where both girls and what if she rejected you? You’d most likely feel worse than before. “Make her something or buy her something that could just be a friendly gesture, but she could also get your actual meaning.” Your friend suggested. “I don’t know what kind of books she likes, maybe she doesn’t like them at all.” “Ok but music? Everyone likes music.” “To impersonal!” “Than I guess your a lost case, doomed to be lonely forever cause your to scared to even make the tiniest move.” You groaned in annoyance at the truth of her worlds. “Shut up and get out of my car.” She giggled while pressing a kiss to your cheek “Sure ignore the truth. See ya tomorrow!” She yelled while running up to her dads house.

A few minutes later you arrived at your place and took out the mixtape, your friend had made you, to put it back into its case. While doing so you got an idea, exited you got out the car and sprinted inside the house to call your friend. “ She picked up a bit confused. “Get your stuff ready we’ll make a mixtape tonight!” Running up to your room you packed all the cassettes you had into a bag and wrote a quick note to your parents, informing them that you’d stay the night at Ally’s. Than you got back to the car and drove to her.

She was thrilled to make mixtapes, Al loved them she’d do them all day if she could and took it very serious. First you picked out all the songs you wanted on the tape, than you’d made an order and lastly you had to put it all together. The whole process was finished at 3 am and to say you where exhausted was an underestimation. “Ok but what do I write on the card?” “Write whatever comes to your mind, I can’t do that for you too.” Annoyed you rolled you eyes, but settled for a short note on the inside.

The next day you started to overthink everything, was it to obvious? Will she like it and understand what you mean? Ally had to basically push you into the video store she worked at. And when you where inside you couldn’t go back. “Oh hey y/n, I’ve never seen you here before? What you looking for?” Nervously you fiddeled with the small case “Nothing actually but I… I guess I wanted to give this to you and I- I hope you like it.” You almost threw the tape onto the counter and immediately fled.

“Who was that?” Steve yelled from the back of the store. “Y/n was here, the girl out of algebra.” “Hot y/n?! Like y/n you talked about every other-“ “God shut up! Yes and she gave me this.” “A mixtape. Uh exiting let’s listen!” Robin looked round the store but it was empty, no one was there. The two of them got into Steve’s car and put the tape in. “Those are almost all love songs or could be interpreted as one, did she write anything?” A blush reaching robins face while reading the message “she wrote ‘These made me think of you ~y/n’ what do you think that means?” Steve grinned “That Robin means, y/n likes you.”

[mageofseven]

Bros and undateables react to MC who bakes in the middle of the night when stressed

I read this and my brain was like "so Beel's dream MC?". Of course, doing it out of stress isn't good, but Beel would definitely enjoy midnight sweets~

Anyway, will do, Nonnie! Please enjoy 😊

Also, like always, I'm splitting this into two parts: one for Brothers and the other Undateables for space reasons.

~

Lucifer:

Was heading to the kitchen to get himself more coffee to continue his paperwork.

When he saw the kitchen light on, he expected to catch Beel raiding the fridge.

Instead, he found MC at the oven, pulling out another set of cookies to add to the already monstrous pile of them on the counter.

"MC, what are you doing?"

The human jumped at his voice then gave an awkward laugh.

"Baking..."

"Yes, I have eyes, Love." He tells them. "What I mean is, why are you baking at 1am?"

"...I dunno."

The man sighed before approaching the human and turning off the oven.

"Regardless, I believe you've made enough cookies for one night. It's time for bed."

The human didn't move however.

"Darling?"

"I can't sleep..."

MC proceeds to explain how they get bad anxiety at night and how usually they can power through it, but with some school stressors on top of it, it became overwhelming and they just needed to do something to distract themselves.

The demon frowned.

"Love, you should have just came to me if you were having issues."

"But you're busy with your work--"

"That doesn't matter if you need me though."

The firstborn smoothed down their human's hair, which was messy.

"Now follow me to my room. I'll make sure you get some rest."

"But what about the cookies?"

"I'm sure Beel will wander in and take care of them for you."

Mammon:

Just got back from a party and was heading to the kitchen to grab a snack before heading up to his room

Only to find MC awake and... icing a cake?

"Oi! Human! What's with the cake?"

"I baked it."

"Well duh. But why?"

The human finished icing it, making the cake a colorful one with all of the brothers' colors.

"Because I wanted to." The human shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Do you want a piece?"

"Uh.. sure." The demon mumbled.

He hopped onto the counter next to them as he watched them grab a plate and cut a piece for him.

MC handed the plate and a fork to him.

"It's red velvet." They said proudly.

"Yeah, yeah..." The man mumbled, taking a bite.

His eyebrows raised.

"Man, this is good!" His face went red at his words so he dialed back. "I mean, its okay... ya know."

MC gave a small smile, but it quickly fell into a heavier look.

"Hey, what's with that face??"

MC quietly hopped on the free counter next to him.

They didn't answered, just lightly kicked their feet as they stared at the floor.

"Oh c'mon, Babe, talk to me 'ere!"

MC sighed.

"I'm sorry. My anxiety is just bad tonight... I wanted to keep busy."

...oh.

The Avatar of Greed sat the plate down and put his arm around his Human.

"I don't get why you went to straight to baking..." The demon thought aloud. "But it doesn't matter. I'm home now, got that? You don't have to be anxious on your own..."

MC gave a soft smile.

"Thanks, Babe."

"Nothin' to thank me for. Now just let The Great Mammon take care of you!"

Leviathan:

This boy's sleep schedule is kinda fucked up

So it's not unusual for him to be up at 3am.

The Avatar of Envy ran out of pop in his room so he ventured out to the kitchen to get some more.

Which is how he found MC in the kitchen with like... seven cheesecakes???

"...What am I looking at?"

"Cheesecake."

"Well duh, normie." The demon rolled his eyes. "But why did you make cheesecake at like, 3am?"

Silence. Levi was suddenly worried that they hurt his Human's feelings and the look is their eyes definitely wasn't filled with the positivity that he's used to.

"Look..." He came up and hugged them close. "I just don't get it. Please don't be upset."

MC laid their head against their boyfriend's chest.

"It's fine." They mumbled. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't sleep so... I just came in to bake and this was the outcome."

"You should have just came to my room." He pulled back to look at them. "You could have been watching me play Rune Factory or something."

MC turned away from the demon, wrapping their arms around themselves.

"I'm not too clingy... right?"

"I... what?"

MC sighed.

"I didn't go to you because I was worried that you just wanted time to yourself and I'm always with you during the day..."

Levi just shook his head at every word they just said.

"Look... I always want my Henry with me." He blushed. "And yeah, I like my time away from other people, but that doesn't include you; just other normies."

"Are... are you sure?"

"I mean, yeah." He mumbled. "So... just don't worry about it, okay?"

Satan:

This man usually has a better sleep schedule but tonight he had stayed up reading just a bit too long.

He started heading to the kitchen to get some water and found MC with counter surfaces covered with cupcuakes while they looked really stressed and teary-eyed down at the one they were drawing on with icing.

"Kitten?"

MC jumped and quickly raised their hand to wipe their eyes.

Satan strode over and stopped them, looking down into their eyes.

"Kitten, what's wrong?" He wiped away a fallen tear.

They avoided their boyfriend's gaze.

"It's not working..." They mumbled.

"What are you talking about?"

"The cats aren't turning out right..." Their gaze falls to the dozen cupcakes with cat faces drawn on them in icing, but didn't meet the human's standards apparently.

The blonde raised an eyebrow. Surely they weren't in the kitchen crying over cupcakes because their designs weren't coming out well?

He sighed.

"Give me your hand." He took the human's hand with the bag of icing and brought it over a cupcake. He guided them with the design and helped them make a cleaner-looking cat.

"Thank you." MC sniffled.

Satan pressed a kiss to their forehead.

"Now what's the real issue, Little One?"

MC didn't say a word, just lightly sat the icing bag down and stared at the cupcakes.

Their boyfriend waited patiently and just rubbed circles on their hand with his thumb.

"I... I'm not gonna be sent away if I fail a class, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

MC shifted their gaze to the ground.

The blonde sighed once more and wrapped his arms around their waist.

"Talk to me, Kitten."

They sniffled.

"I'm failing my Hexes class." They mumbled. "This semester got so much harder and my grade took a nose dive... and the requirements to stay in the program say I gotta keep my grades in a certain range..."

"MC... you should have told me sooner." He tightened his embrace around them and set his chin on their shoulder.

"B-But you can't always help me--"

"Yes I can, Kitten. I'm always ready to help you when you need me."

"Satan..."

He kissed their cheek.

"And trust me when I say I would never let anyone take you away from me." He told them. "I'd fight the whole Devildom to keep you by my side."

He placed one last kiss on their temple.

"I'll help you study tomorrow. For now, let's clean up and get some rest."

Asmodeus:

Another one who just came home from a party and was heading towards his room when he heard a frustrated sigh come from the kitchen.

The demon poked his head inside and found MC staring down at... something. Whatever it was supposed to be, it just looked like charcoal now.

"Doll? What are you doing up?"

MC sighed.

"Baking." They eyed the black brick on the counter. "Or well... tried to anyway."

Asmo stepped inside and immediately went over to kiss his human.

They smiled a bit.

"Welcome home."

He smiled back and gave his Doll a big hug.

MC relaxed into the hug.

"My anxiety is just bad tonight for basically no reason." They explained, burying their face in the crook of his neck. "I was waiting for you to come home."

"Aww, Dolly." He pulled back and kissed their check. "You should have texted me! I would of been home sooner!"

"No, no, it fine." They pulled away. "Did you have fun?"

"Yep! Of course, I would have had even more fun if you came me, but I still made do~."

He gave them another kiss, this time on their nose.

"Now why don't we lay down now, hmm?"

MC smiled.

"Okay, thank you, Azzy."

Beelzebub:

Midnight kitchen raid. A usual nightly occurrence.

This time however, the Avatar of Gluttony's nose was greeted by a sweet smell as he approached the kitchen.

"Oh Beely!" The human displayed their plate full of fudge squares to him. "Please try them and tell me what you think."

Was he dreaming? The man felt like he was dreaming. Still, he didn't hesitate to accept the human's offer.

He made quick work of the fudge and smiled happily at his Muffin.

"Good?"

"Amazing." He stepped forward and hugged his human.

After a moment though, his smile fell.

"Wait...what are you doing up?"

Silence.

"Muffin?"

MC broke away and sat the now empty plate in the sink.

"I dunno. I just couldn't sleep." They explained. "I guess I just..."

The demon stared down at them, waiting patiently.

"Ugh..." MC let their face fall into his chest.

He stroked their hair quietly, brows furrowing in concern.

"I got a test on Friday and no matter how much I study for it, I can't stop stressing about it." They sighed.

"What class?"

"History..." They mumbled. "Why do we have to cover a whole century of events in one test?"

Beel patted their head and hugged their human close.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Beely? I don't think I wanna go back to my room."

He kissed the top of their head.

"Of course, Muffin."

Belphegor:

Believe or not, its common for Sleepy Boy to be up late at night.

He sleeps so much during the day that he's usually awake starting from after his dinner nap to about 4 or 5 am.

Hence him being awake at 2am and heading towards MC's room, only to notice that their room was empty, but there was noise coming from the kitchen.

He found his Human sitting on the floor in front of the oven, staring into it.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for the brownies to bake." They said dully, not looking away from the oven.

"Are you baked?"

MC lightly hit his arm, but broke out into a small smile.

He smirked.

"Come on, I mean, who bakes brownies at 2am and just stares at them?"

Their smile fell, as did their gaze; they stared down at their bare feet.

Belphie frowned.

"Okay, what's the problem, Butthead?"

No response. He gave a small flick to their head.

"Ow..." The human rubbed their forehead, looking to the Avatar of Sloth as he stared expectantly at them.

They sighed.

"I've been getting nightmares lately... at least I think I have been."

The demon raised an eyebrow.

"You think you've had nightmares?"

"I... can't actually remember them." They mumbled. "All I know is that I'll have them and wake up crying with my heart pounding... but I can never remember why. Like, what the dream was about..."

"How long has this been going on?"

"About... two weeks I think?"

He flicked them on the forehead again.

"Ow!" They rubbed their forehead once more.

"Dummy. You are literally dating the demon whose an expert on sleep and stuff."

Silence. He sighed.

"Come here." He pulled them in for a hug. "Come to my room. I'll keep the nightmares away, got it?"

[wheeier]

no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

deep breath, do your job | owen joyner

requested; yes! - Could you do a Owen x reader where the reader is Owens personal assistant while filming JATP and while they are filming the reader starts catching feelings for Owen but Owen is in a relationship. Owen and his girlfriend breakup and the reader comes over to comfort Owen and Owen confesses that the reason him and his girlfriend broke up was because of the reader.

word count; 6.4K ... yeah kinda got away from me there. longest fic i’ve ever written

warnings; language, implied sexual content but no actual sex or description thereof

a/n; lol, so i just wrote from 1AM - 4AM because i’m procrastinating my child dev. project thats due today that’s worth a quarter of my grade. i really didn’t mean for this to be so long so it’s probably not this good and the ending is a lil’ rough, but oh well. hope whoever requested this likes it. i kinda do even though it’s long and only slightly proofread.

“Owen Patrick Joyner! Get your ass into hair and makeup before - oh, um, okay oops. Sorry ‘bout that. Should have knocked. I’ll just - yep, i’ll just go.” 

You thought he’d be sleeping. It’s nap time for him anyway, so he should’ve been sleeping. Instead, your technically boss and definite crush, was on his trailer couch with a girl you’ve never seen before. Kissing her. Without a shirt. Yeah, you definitely need to get out of there. 

You’re quick to close his door and begin to walk back to the hair and makeup trailer to tell them Owen will be a minute. 

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up! It’s um, it’s not, well it is, but -” He grabs your arm, causing you to turn around and face him, which, big mistake. Abort. Abort. Turn around. His post make out face is something you did not want to see. Liar.  

“It’s fine Owen. What you do in your free time is not my, well, actually it is since i’m your PA, I just mean who - WHAT, what you do in your personal time, in your trailer, is not my concern. Just, you’re needed in hair and makeup like, an hour ago. So, yeah, just, get there.” You stumble over half your words and watch his face fall as you near the end of your spiel. When he lets go of your arm you’re quick to turn around and leave him alone, walking right past hair and makeup and to set where you can curl up in your chair and eat your weight in brownies, if Madi hasn’t taken them all that is. You hope he goes to get his hair done. You know you should walk with him there because if you’re not practically dragging him to where he needs to go he never gets there on time, as just witnessed. But it’s usually because he’s goofing off with Charlie, not sucking face with a random girl. 

You don’t notice the brownie in your hand has crumbled until a whistle comes from behind you. You turn around a little too quickly, sending the brownie bits flying to the floor. 

“Shit.” You kneel down to begin picking it up, another hand coming into help. Charlie, based on the rings adorning the fingers. 

“Is Owen’s keeper okay?” You huff a laugh at the name the cast gave you a week into filming. You’re the only one who has managed to keep Owen in line since filming started, the only reason he’s ever on time for anything or actually has real food in the apartment or has his drumsticks when needed, etc. etc. 

The boys didn’t want PA’s when Kenny proposed it during bootcamp, they were young adults, they didn't want to boss someone around, it felt wrong. But having more experience than the boys, Kenny vetoed how they felt and told them PA’s would help tremendously, especially on a project like this. That’s where you came in. You were trying to get into the directing and producing scene in Hollywood, you’re dream to be as good a director as Steven Spielberg or, well, Kenny Ortega. But you knew you had to start small, so you applied for a PA job on an upcoming Netflix show, getting hired within the week. Now here you are, a nineteen year old being in charge of another nineteen year old who acts more like he’s five. 

In the beginning, it was purely professional. You were nothing more than his PA who got him from place A to place B in a timely fashion. But then he started to rope you into pranks with the rest of the band. He started inviting you to movie nights, and adventures to the grocery store, and ice skating with Charlie and Madi, and somewhere between helping him keep his life in order and watching him fall on his ass at the ice rink, you fell for the blonde. You know it’s a mistake, falling for him. You work for him. He’s your friend. That’s all he sees you as, but you couldn’t help it. But you’re good at compartmentalizing, so you took all the inappropriate feelings, shoved them in a box, locked the box, and hid it deep in your unconscious. You were doing well with ignoring the box, until you walked in on Owen kissing someone that wasn’t you. 

“I’m fine Charlie, just, stressed. Owen was an hour late to hair and makeup so I kinda feel like a shit PA right now.” Charlie chuckles and hugs you as you both stand up. 

“Please Y/N, you’re the best PA. If it weren’t for you, Owen would never know where anything is, including his head.” You laugh into his shoulder, reveling in the hug for a few more seconds. When you part, you see a flash of blonde enter the set and sigh in relief. He made it. He’s ready. You’re not fired today. 

Just incredibly confused and upset. 

But not fired.

“You better go, I know you’re in this scene with Owen.” Charlie nods and squeezes your shoulder once before running after Owen onto the set that holds Julie’s shed. Taking a deep breath, you try to push whatever the hell you saw ten minutes ago into your box, and get ready for the day ahead. 

Four hours, six brownies, and two cookies later, Owen is officially wrapped for the day, meaning you can go home and continue to eat your feelings in ice cream. You’re quick to grab your binder full of Owen’s schedules to drop tomorrow’s off at his trailer before he sees you. You’re not really in the mood to talk to him about what happened earlier, so you fast walk to his trailer, fully intent on just leaving the paper on his counter where he’ll see it, but a brown haired, green eyed girl throws that plan right out the window. 

You’re so stupid. You should’ve known she would still be here. Waiting. 

“Oh, um, hi.” She says. She sounds nice. She looks nice. But when you look at her all you can see is her hands in Owen’s hair and his lips on hers. 

“Hi.” You don’t know how, but you managed to put on a smile and put a little pep into your voice. “I’m Ashley. I’m waiting for Owen. Is he done?” You nod, not trusting your voice as you stand awkwardly in the doorway, one foot on the step the other in the trailer, hand outstretched ready to place the schedule on the table. 

“He just wrapped for the day. Should be here in a few.” The girl - Ashley - nods. 

“You’re Y/N, right? His personal assistant?” How does she know that. She giggles, “He talks about you all the time. Says the only reason he’s not fired or dead in a ditch is because of you.” OH, you said that aloud. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoo-

“Y/N! What are ya doing just standing in the doorway?” Fuck. You put a smile on and turn around. He’s smiling softly at you, still in Alex’s clothes, twirling those damn drumsticks around his fingers. 

“Um, just dropping tomorrow’s schedule off. Here. Okay...bye.” You walk down the steps, letting the door shut behind you, fully intent on leaving, but Owen grabs your arm again, just like earlier, causing you to stop and turn to look at him. 

“Wait. Can we talk real quick. About...earlier?” No. No absolutely not. 

“Um, I really have to go. I have a lot to do tonight for tomorrow.” Owen sighs and lets go of your arm, face contorting into that of a sad puppy. 

“Just, one minute Y/N. Please. Let me explain.” Screw him and his perfect freaking face. 

“A minute.” His face lights up and grabs your hand, leading you back into his trailer, smiling even wider at seeing Ashley sitting pretty on the couch. 

“Y/N, this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” Ashley smiles and waves, standing up to stand by Owen and grab his hand. A rock settles in your chest at the word. 

Girlfriend. 

Girlfriend. 

Girlfriend. 

“Nice. I’m Y/N. But you knew that. Just like you also know I’m in charge of getting him to places on time. Which didn't happen today.” Owen’s face flushes at that while Ashley terribly hides a smirk behind her hand. 

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that Y/N. She surprised me today. We weren’t supposed to see each other until Thanksgiving but she finished classes early and flew out to surprise me. Kinda got, caught up in -” His face is beat red so you’re quick to cut him off. 

“It’s fine. Just, try not to get ‘caught up’ tomorrow, yeah?” It’s harsh and full of hostility, but you want to leave, the word still bouncing around in your head, swirling around the scene you walked into earlier. 

Girlfriend. 

Kissing. 

Girlfriend. 

Flushed face. 

Girlfriend. 

Kissing. 

“I have to go. See you tomorrow on set at 5 Am. Got it? Five A M. Don’t make me break into your apartment again. I almost got arrested for that.” Owen is still reeling from your harsh words said a second ago to laugh at the memory. Ashley however, has no qualms about speaking up. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s here on time.” She smiles and wraps around his arm like a koala. You hold back a scoff, throwing up a fake smile before turning and leaving. 

Girlfriend. 

Girlfriend. 

Girlfriend. 

It’s almost midnight.

It’s 11:48 PM and someone is knocking on your door. 

Who the fuck is pounding on your door at near midnight. 

You shuffle to the door wrapped up in your comforter, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. You don’t bother looking through the peephole, too angry at the person behind the door to bother, just wanting to yell at them and get back to bed. 

“What the - Charlie?” He looks exhausted, hair ruffled and eyes puffy. He’s in joggers, a random band tee and his denim jacket. You’re pretty sure his shoes are on the wrong feet. 

“Can I stay the night?” He doesn’t wait for your response before walking into your apartment, flinging his shoes and jacket off and walking to your room. You sigh, ignoring the way he just threw his stuff around and instead follow him to your room before he takes your side of the bed. You walk in just as he chucks his shirt off and woah. You were so not expecting that. An explanation as to why he’s here at midnight? Yeah. Him taking your side of the bed? Definitely. But not Charlie taking his shirt off and crawling onto the right side of the bed and curling around a pillow. You take a moment to collect yourself and your thoughts before crawling into bed next to him, making sure to drape the comforter over him as well. He hums in content and turns around to face you. 

“Sorry for barging in like this. Just, ugh, Owen and that girl are not quiet if you catch my drift.” And it’s like the rock in your heart is now a boulder and it’s crushing your ribcage. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You’re frozen, staring at Charlie’s half asleep face. “Like I get it, you’ve missed each other. But c’mon bro I’m there too.” He keeps talking. Keeps pushing the boulder until all the ribs crack and puncture your lungs. “There’s somethings in this world I never wanted to hear, and Owen moaning was one of them.” He won’t shut up. Charlie shut up. You’re entire chest is fracturing, breaking at his words and he needs to shut. up.

“I didn’t really know where else to go, but I remembered how comfy your bed was last movie night so, here I am.” His voice is raspy, words slurring as he’s trying to fight sleep to explain to you why he’s here. But you can’t focus on him right now. Can’t think about a shirtless Charlie in your bed. There’s only one thing you can think about right now. 

Girlfriend. 

Shirtless. 

Girlfriend. 

Kissing. 

Girlfriend. 

“Thanks for letting me crash by the way. I’ll try not to kick you in my sleep.” He chuckles, then finally opens his eyes when you don’t laugh back. You don’t know how you look right now. You know you’re frozen. But is the panic and pure sadness showing on your face? It must be, because suddenly Charlie is wide awake and leaning up on his elbow to look at you fully. “Y/N are you okay?” He’s worried. You want to tell him you’re okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. But you can’t move. You can’t talk. Because reality is crushing you. It’s ripping up your heart, suffocating you, consuming your mind. 

Owen isn’t yours. 

Owen will never be yours. 

You’re just a friend. 

You’re just his PA. 

That’s when the tears finally start. They come slowly, one trailing down your cheek, then another. Then all at once your sobbing into Charlie’s chest, no doubt getting snot all over him. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just starts to hum some random song while he repeatedly runs his hand over your hair, the other holding you close to him. He keeps humming, his chest vibrating and giving you something to focus on that isn’t your depressing thoughts. It’s almost soothing, the petting and the hug and the humming. 

You don’t know how long you sob into him, but when you stop, his humming stops too. He still holds you close, just lets go of your head so you can lean back a little and look up at him. He’s brows furrow in concern and he pouts at your post-crying face. 

“Are you okay? Am I really that bad of company?” He tries for funny but you can’t bring yourself to laugh with him. Just pout and push his semi-wet chest. “Seriously Y/N, i’ve never seen you like this. What’s wrong?” Those two words. 

What’s wrong?

What’s wrong? I fell for my boss and now he’s doing it with some girl and I can’t stop thinking about them and it’s killing me because before I could live with being his friend and PA because at least there was some sliver of a chance but now there’s nothing because he has someone and I have no one and I can’t breathe because oh my god I love him. I love that stupid fool and i’m nothing but his personal assistant. 

It’s quiet for a minute, too quiet, and that’s when you realize you said all that out loud. You look up at Charlie, which was a mistake because his face is full of pity. It’s all sad puppy eyes and “Shit Y/N i’m so sorry.” A fresh wave of tears make their way out of your eyes, but Charlie is quick to wipe them away. 

“Y/N I didn’t know I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have said all of that, God I was so stupid.” And then it’s like a whole new flood gate opens, this one full of laughter though. You start with a chuckle, but soon it’s full out belly laughing. Because Charlie isn’t the stupid one here. “I’m the stupid one. I mean, how idiotic does a PA have to be to fall for the one they’re in charge of? Never mix work with pleasure. It’s PA-ing 101, don’t fall for your boss. I’m so fucking stupid to ever fall for him or think he’d like me back because i’m just his stupid PA who has no talent what so ever, never has a good hair day, can’t go a day without eating their weight in sugar, and will never see him again after filming is wrapped.” Your laughing dies down by the end, and then ends completely when you see the look on Charlie’s face. It’s not exactly pity, but it’s not exactly sadness either. It’s hard to describe what exactly it is, but it’s not good. 

“Y/N. Babes. I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, okay? I swear to God next time I hear anything like that come out of your mouth again, I’m hitting you with a pillow.” You giggle, but he stays serious. “Dead ass Y/N. Listen, was it probably not the smartest to fall for Owen? Yeah. But you didn’t know he had someone. I didn’t even know he had a girl and I’m his roommate. But, we can’t help who we like. It’s all brain chemistry and heart palpitations and whatever else. It’s something we can’t control. So don’t say you’re stupid because of something you can’t control.” 

“You’re being really smart and caring for twelve am.” You both chuckle, a real smile gracing your face for once in the past twelve hours. 

“I’m sorry for the breakdown it’s just, there’s a lot in my head right now and what you said really didn’t help.” Charlie sighs and pulls you in close. 

“I’m sorry babes. You should’ve slapped me or something.” 

“I probably would’ve had the breakdown at some point tonight anyway.” Charlie pulls back a bit to look at you, confusion on his face. “I kinda walked in on them making out earlier when Owen was late to hair and makeup.” 

“Is that why you crushed that brownie earlier?” You sigh and nod. 

“Y/N, i’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to go through this.” 

“It’s fine Charlie. It’s, well, it’s not but, I’ll get over it. I’m a big girl. Besides, I have you to get my tears and snot all over right?” He groans while you giggle, but he isn’t really mad if the way he pulls you close and rests his face in your hair is any indication. 

“Always babes.” 

The next day you drive to set with Charlie who didn’t have to be on set at five like Owen, but joined you nonetheless. Taking his duty as your new ‘heartguard’ as he called it last night, you walk to hair and makeup with his arm around your shoulders. It’s comforting, even though he’s putting most of his weight on you because he’s exhausted, the coffee you gave him this morning clearly doing nothing to wake up. 

“Charlie, you could’ve stayed in bed until you were actually needed.” You laugh as he trips up the steps to the trailer, nearly face planting if it weren’t for you wrapping your arms around his waist last minute. 

“Char you good?” You hear BooBoo ask. Charlie grumbles something incoherent and shoves his face into your neck as you lean against the arm of the couch. BooBoo laughs, so do you, but quickly sober up when Owen walks in, Ashley on his arm. Charlie must have ESP or something because, without looking up at who walked in, he wraps his arms around your waist and murmurs in your ear, “Deep breaths. I’m here.” You do as he says, shooting Owen a friendly smile, but dropping it as he frowns at you. 

What is that about? 

“Glad to see you on time Owen. I wouldn’t have been able to break in this morning anyway because an octopus decided to break into my own apartment last night.” You ruffle Charlie’s hair as you say that and he grumbles some more, playfully biting your neck as well. “Ow. Asshole.” Owen frowns even deeper at that, while BooBoo chuckles. He get’s scolded a second later for moving. 

“So that’s where you disappeared to last night. I was wondering why you weren’t home this morning.” Owen’s voice is tight while he says it, Ashley noticing as well if the tightened grip on his arm is anything to go by. Charlie squeezes your waist as a way to say, ‘prepare yourself’ before he moves his head to lean against your shoulder so he can talk. 

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t have had to if you and your girl weren’t so freaking loud.” You tense up, mind starting to reel again, but a squeeze to your waist and a warm breath on your neck manages to bring you back. The trailer goes quiet, even the hair and makeup ladies tensing up and sensing the tension. Charlie, ever the wrong place, wrong time type of guy, grabs your hand and places it on his hair, then moves it back and forth. 

“Pet me.” Despite the tension in the room, you can’t help but giggle at the stupid Canadian boy wrapped around you. Apparently that’s all the rest of the people in the trailer needed to go back to what they were doing. That or they just didn’t want to get involved in young adult drama. You shoot a look at Owen, his jaw tense and hands clenched into fists. Completely ignoring the way Ashley leans up to kiss Owen’s neck, you open your phone and begin to read off his schedule for the day, your left hand still running through Charlie’s hair. 

“Hair and makeup at five AM, sit your butt down and let Shelly do her thing, costume fitting right after. First scene at six-thirty with BooBoo, you guys are doing the scene at the Orpheum where you talk about what’s been going on, you’re going to be sad so this whole frowny face you got going on? Keep it. A break after that then rehearsal with Charlie, Jer, and Mads for Stand Tall. Fitting for the Stand Tall suit is after that, but no actual filming for that scene yet, just getting the measures right so after that, you’re done for the day.” You take a deep breath after all that, BooBoo whistling at you from his seat. 

“You could be an auctioneer with how fast you talk.” You smile and bow your head at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Boo.” He shoots you a smile and then raises his hand to high five Owen as he sits next to him. Owen ignores him. In fact, he stays silent throughout all of getting his hair and makeup done. Only smiling occasionally when Ashley shows him a meme on her phone. You watch them, the boulder in your chest rolling around as you do so. But not for jealousy, no, for concern. Owen is acting very unlike himself. You may be upset right now, especially with him, but it doesn’t mean you still don’t see him as a friend; still don’t worry about him. Something is wrong, and you can’t help but feel like it’s your fault. 

“So did it work?” You jump in surprise at the voice behind you, the cookie in your hand crumbling and falling onto the table. 

“Charlie! What did I say about sneaking up on me?” You turn to look at the boy who is smiling too wide at you for you to think this is about to be a completely innocent conversation. 

“Did it work?” He’s practically vibrating where he stands.

“Did what work?” 

“The cuddling this morning? Didn’t you see Owen? He was totally jealous.” And - what? That’s why he was so touchy this morning? 

“I just thought you were tired, that was - you were trying to make Owen jealous? Charlie what the hell? He has a girlfriend!” Charlie rolls his eyes and loops his arm around yours, dragging you away from the cookies and towards the costume room. 

“Yeah, but we both know she shouldn’t be. And the way he was acting this morning? I think he’s starting to realize that too.” There’s no way...right? No, the way Charlie described last night...no. 

“No, okay, he was probably just tired and angry about having to be here so early.” Yeah, that’s it. He was not jealous of the friendly cuddling you and Charlie were doing. Totally...not. Holy shit. You hear Charlie giggling in your ear as you enter costume. 

There, in front of you, is a very shirtless, very toned, very pretty Owen Joyner.

“You’re welcome.” Then Charlie is off to God knows where. Leaving you alone with Owen. Well, not really alone since Soyon is here too, running around looking for different fabrics and textures to throw on Owen. A still very shirtless Owen. 

“Oh, hi Y/N. What are you doing here?” Owen asks, looking at you though the floor length mirror in front of him. He’s not smiling at you, but he’s not frowning either, so improvement from this morning. 

“Oh, um, just making sure you got here on time. And look at that. You did! Good job.” You clap, who knows why, but it makes Owen laugh, which, whew, okay. 

“Yeah, I reminded him.” A voice behind you says. You turn and look at Ashley walking in, coffee cup in hand. She bounces up to Owen, ignoring Soyon and placing a big, wet kiss onto his lips before moving to the couch off to the side. Owen seems shocked by the PDA, which makes sense, you know he’s not big on that, remembering one late night conversation you both had a few weeks ago. 

“Anyway, Y/N, how does this one looks. I think the ruffles are nice. And then when he’s performing Stand Tall we can,” and then she begins to unbutton the shirt all the way down to mid chest and okay, seriously Soyon, now you just want to torture me. 

“I like this.” Owen says, twirling in the mirror like a ballerina. This causes the shirt to fling open more, showing his chest more in the process.

Deep breaths. 

Be a friend. 

You’re a big girl. 

“Yeah. It’s good,” you say, walking over to him to tuck to the sides back together somewhat. “Are you going to keep with the pink theme for the jacket?” Soyon smiles and nods, walking away for a minute leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley. 

“Should it really be unbuttoned that much? I mean, it is a kids show? I don’t want to share my boy with fangirls.” Ashley says. You can’t stop your eyes from rolling or the scoff that leaves your mouth. You watch Owen’s Adam's apple bob as he gulps. 

“Please, Charlie is sleeveless for a majority of the show. Owen showing a little chest isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Besides, Soyon chose good. The way the shirt fits and settles it’s never going to open all the way. Unless, ya know, he twirls like some Carolynn Rowland wannabe.” You smile up at Owen and inhale sharply when you see he’s already looking down at you. “And with the jacket on it’ll stay put pretty well.” You’re still holding the shirt in your hands, looking at Owen’s face as you talk. For a second, it’s just you and him, looking at each other, smiling. Then Soyon comes back and clears her throat. The trance breaks and you back up. You wipe your sweaty hands on your jeans before backing up and standing next to the mirror. You feel eyes on you and look over to see Ashely glaring at you. 

“Here we go. One pink jacket to match.” Owen slides it on and smiles wide. You have to say, it looks good. Professionally speaking of course. 

“Soyon, have I ever said how freaking amazing you are. I mean, this is really good looking. Very Alex.” Owen praises. He’s smiling and it’s a nice sight after this mornings debacle. 

“Alex is going to be the best looking one on that stage.” Owen looks over at you, his smile still there, and the boulder shrinks three sizes. 

“Still think the shirt should be buttoned.” Ashley mutters. But everyone ignores her, even Owen, who does another twirl in front of the mirror. 

“Well then, you’re all set Owen. Go ahead and change and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Soyon leaves, going off to do costume designer things, leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley again. Owen takes the jacket off, then looks around not knowing what to do with it. You sigh and smile softly, taking it from him.

“Here, just give me all the clothes and i’ll take them back to your rack.” He smiles thankfully at you, before frowning again and looking down at his outfit. Getting what he’s thinking, you chuckle and cross your arms. “Bub I just saw you shirtless it’s not a big deal. Now c’mon, give me the clothes before Soyon thinks you’re stealing them.” Owen looks up at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you before. It makes you take a sharp breath in.

“Maybe you should go. I can give the clothes to Soyon. Don’t you have assistant duties to do?” Ashley is right next to you as she says it. It makes your ears hurt and hands clench. You’re quick to unclench though, not wanting to wrinkle the nice pink jacket. Ashley moves forward to unbutton Owen’s shirt all the way, but he grabs her hand before she can begin. 

“Actually I need Y/N to stay. I have to talk to her about some, ya know, assistant stuff. And besides, she knows where Alex’s rack is and that’s where the clothes have to go. Why don’t you go wait for me in the trailer, I’ll be there in a few.” 

I need Y/N to stay. 

That shouldn’t make you feel as warm and tingly as it does. 

Ashley scoffs and looks away, clearly trying to guilt trip him. Owen sighs and kisses her cheek.  

“Trailer. Ten minutes.” Ashley sighs before nodding and finally leaving. He watches her go, then turns back to you when she finally disappears. You clear your throat and he looks back at you, face a bit red. 

“Um, hey.” You chuckle. 

“Hi.” He nods, and you sigh, walking so you’re right in front of him. “Seriously, O, you need to get this off because if they’re not on the rack for Soyon to fix up by the end of the day it’s my head on a stick, not yours.” Then you’re unbuttoning his shirt. 

You’re unbuttoning. His shirt. You don’t realize you’re doing it until you hand grazes his navel when you untuck it from his pants. You hear him suck in a breath and you immediately take two steps back. 

“Sorry, um. Sorry that was not, um, -” 

“It’s okay. You were just, doing your job. Making sure I get stuff done on time, right?” But his voice is wobbly as he says it and his face is as red as a tomato. You couldn’t have made him that flushed, not you? 

“Right. Yeah. Um, so, pants?” Owen looks at you with wide eyes. “I need to take the pants back too.” It’s quiet, but you know he heard you because he nods his head and begins to unbutton them. You suddenly feel very hot, very suffocated. You should’ve left when you had the chance, just let Ashley do this. You shouldn’t be here, watching as he pulls the velvet pants down his legs. Watching as he steps out of them and - oh God he’s falling. You grab his hand to help him but it’s too late, you both tumble to the ground. You’re on top of him, smushed up against his bare chest, faces centimeters apart, sharing breaths. 

“Sorry.” You mumble. You watch him gulp and look down. Down at wha - oh. 

“It’s, it’s okay. I’m the one that fell and pulled you down.” You nod, causing your nose to brush against his. You’re close, so freaking close that if you were to move not even a full centimeter, your lips would touch.

So. 

Close. 

“What. The. Hell!” SHit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You’re quick to scramble away from Owen, butt scooting across the floor to get as far away from him as possible. Owen jumps up, kicking the pants away then realizing that was probably not a smart idea because now he’s half naked in between Ashley and you.  

“Ash I -” 

“You were taking forever, wanted to know why. Thought you said there was nothing between you two?” She’s practically screeching. You know within minutes there will be a crowd. A crowd Owen will not want, his anxiety will not want. Ignoring his stuttering and the conversation in general, you push away the heat in your belly and the tingling in your spine and take a deep breath. 

Deep breath. 

Be a friend. Do your job.

You grab Owen’s clothes and put them in his hands, ignoring his speaking and Ashley ranting, you grab his hand and then hers, and shove them towards the back exit. 

“This is a trailer conversation, not a wardrobe fitting conversation. Leave, now.” 

“No, I have a lot to say -” 

“Listen to me, I’m trying to do my job and not get Owen in trouble. If you really care about him, you’ll take this conversation to his trailer. Now.” Then you shove them out the door before Ashley could screech some more. 

Deep breath. 

Do your job. 

You go back to the fitting area, only to see Charlie, Jer, and Madi standing there, looking confused. 

Deep breath.

Do your job.

“Hey guys. Owen just left. He and Ashley are having a date night.” Charlie gives you a look, but Jer and Madi nod, going to accept it, but Charlie has to open his big dumb Canadian mouth. 

“Why’d we hear screaming then?” Charlie questions. Jer and Madi look at each other, then back at you. 

“Oh, uh, mouse. I saw a mouse. Yep. Mouse. Anyway, I have to get this clothes hung up before they wrinkle, so excuse me.” 

Deep breath. 

Do your job.

You walk around the trio, gathering the suit and shaking everything out as you walk over to the Alex rack to hang them up. You hear the door to the room open and two sets of feet walking out. 

“Charlie, everything is fine okay? Just a little misunderstanding.” 

“Like?” You sigh and turn around from finishing hanging up the clothes. 

“Like...Owen kinda fell and when I went to help him I feel too...on top of him.” There’s silence then, 

“OH MY GOD! Y/N THAT’S LIKE FANFIC SHIT THAT WAS THE MOMENT! DID YOU KISS OH MY GOD TELL ME EVERYTHING!” He’s jumping up and down as he makes his way to you. 

“Ashley walked in.” All excitement stops.

“Oh shit.” You nod, walking past him to settle on the couch, pulling a pillow to your chest. 

“Yeah. And she started screeching and I knew Owen wouldn’t like to attention so I shoved them out the back door to his trailer.” Charlie’s arm goes around you, pulling you close. He goes to say something, but your phone ringing indicating a text from Owen stops him. You pull it out, opening it as Charlie watches over your shoulder. 

My trailer plz. 

Charlie starts shaking your shoulders, smiling like a maniac. “This is your chance Y/N go go GO!” you shake your head at Charlie’s antics, but leave nonetheless. 

Anxiety creeps up on you as you get closer and closer to his trailers, not knowing what you’re going to walk into. Him firing you? Saying you can’t be friends anymore? Ashley ready to claw your face off? 

Deep breath.

Be a friend.

You knock on his door. It opens a second later to a frantic looking Owen. Now you're anxious about him. Why does he look upset? Is he okay? He grabs your hand and pulls you into his, oh, empty trailer. Ashley is nowhere to be seen. 

“Hey, thanks for coming.” You nod, still looking around expecting her to jump out and slap you. “Um, sit. Sit, I have to talk to you about something.” You go to sit on the couch, but then remember what occurred there yesterday and instead lean against the counter. He notices but doesn’t say anything. 

“Yeah okay. What’s up?” You try to act nonchalant, but the anxiety is too high for that. ‘I have to talk to you about something’ never ends well. He walks over and sits on the bed pats the spot next to him. God, this can’t be a good conversation if he really wants you to sit. 

“Ashley and I were never...on here.” He mumbles. You walk over and sit next to him, blushing that he caught on to why you didn’t sit on the couch. 

“Must be serious if you need me to sit.” Owen takes a deep breath, another, another, and then there’s lips on your. They’re soft and nice and taste like carmex chapstick. 

“Mhm, Owen, what, what are you doing?” Your faces are still close together, both of you not wanting to back away yet. 

“I’m gonna talk. Okay I’m gonna talk and I want you to listen and not crawl inside your head too soon okay?” You nod, knowing in this moment you’d do anything to keep him this close. 

“I knew Ashley from high school. She started texting me a few weeks back and one thing led to another and she was calling me her boyfriend. I didn’t want it but it happened and I let it because it got my mind off a girl I shouldn’t like because it would ruin so many things. I didn’t know she was coming to visit and when she knocked on my trailer she jumped me and just kept going. And I just went along with everything yesterday because I’m supposed to be her boyfriend and I’m supposed to think about those things with her and I’m supposed to want those things with her, but I don’t Y/N. I don’t want those things with her I never did. I, I want them with you. I’ve wanted them with you from the moment you finally stopped being shy around me and dragged me from crafts by my ear to hair and makeup. You’re so amazing Y/N and I thought if I did anything I’d ruin this and ruin your career and I didn’t want that. I never wanted that so I went along with Ashley but I shouldn’t have because the whole time I was thinking about you. It’s always been -” You kiss him. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him. It’s a passionate kiss, an ‘about time’ kiss, an ‘i’m never letting you go’ kiss. 

You only break away when you can’t breathe, and even then you only pull away enough to breath in each other’s air. 

“She left. She’s gone. She knew I was never 100% in.” You nod, but you’re not really listening. You can’t hear anything other than your heartbeat. 

He likes you. 

Owen likes you.

Owen kissed you. 

“It’s always been you, Y/N.” You smile. It’s a big one that you have to hamper down by biting your lip. Owen smiles back, then you’re kissing again. 

And again. 

And again.

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MIYA OSAMU - OPEN FOR MIDNIGHT

➵ summary : being roommates with osamu was all fine besides the fear that you could potentially be a burden should you run into him, especially while he’s cooking. little do you know though, every night osamu hasn’t just been cooking for himself but rather cooking with hopes of luring you into the kitchen

➵ genre : fluff

➵ an : this is for @zumisace tee hee i love u lots and sorry it took longer for my teeny tiny brain to write this out properly !! <3

It felt nice living somewhat independently, away from family and free to do as you pleased; within reason of course.

You’d moved away to college last year and you’d nicely settled in and gotten into the swing of handling a domestic and academic routine. Your roommate was nice enough and the two of you were friendly. Things were fine and you were thankful you hadn’t ended up with the nightmare college experience story which you’d heard plenty of beforehand.

The only thing that bothered you was that your dinner times were a little earlier than you would’ve liked. You ate at 6ish every night to avoid clashing with your roommate as the kitchen seemed to be his domain and you never wanted to come across as getting in his way.

Sometimes, he’d offer to cook for you but the thoughts of you being a slight burden stayed prominent in your thoughts and you found yourself declining him more-a-less every single time he offered. You only hoped he didn’t take offence to your decline of invitation and think that it was his cooking that put you off because that certainly wasn’t the reason.

You and Osamu were friends with each other but you were never sure as to what level of friendship you were at. Sometimes you feared as to whether you’d be able to hold a long enough conversation yet talking to him seemed to flow naturally anyway. The feeling of nervousness never once left you though even though there was nothing to be nervous about when it came to Osamu. Maybe it was a fear of judgement or maybe you hadn’t been around him for a long enough time due to your incompatible schedules, you’d only ever run into each other in the morning after his runs and in the evening when you’d both finish your classes at different times. Osamu also took cooking courses a handful of evenings in the week so it’s not like you saw him much on a daily basis anyway.

That still didn’t help your new developed habit of eating your evening meal early though and it bothered you waking up later in the night feeling hungry but too tired to get up. The smell of cooked food would waft in through your door at around 11:40PM and linger about until around 1AM. Whether it was just your hunger making you imagine it or if it was your roommate cooking late, you weren’t sure but, you certainly weren’t going to make yourself find out either. That was your excuse anyway, it was actually a fear of running into Osamu and bothering him. You weren’t prepared to face him in an awkward conversation at 12AM every night and you certainly didn’t want to accidentally wake him up and potentially irritate him if he happened to be in his room sleeping.

Again, you weren’t quite sure what it was about him you were so anxious about, he was a nice man and was genuinely nice to you. Sometimes he seemed a little awkward to talk to though and his somewhat flat tone didn’t always help.

It didn’t matter too much though, you were on good terms and things were fine the way they were. You’d just have to continue waiting till morning to eat until you’d grown more comfortable with Osamu.

It was Wednesday and you’d had the typical college meal of just a quick mac and cheese box and it was safe to say it hardly filled you. It hardly mattered though because you had assignments piling on your desk and you were too occupied with them to even think to give your body an actual nutritious meal.

Burying you head into your building mountain of work, you settled down and did your best to get through them. You had decided that as a reward for completing your work, you’d treat yourself to some self care and a good meal but right now, your goal was to finish the unforgiving pile of work that was waiting to be handed in.

You set yourself to work and began flipping pages through and typing up the essays that were bound to be overdue soon managing to ignore the insatiable hunger in your practically empty stomach and the time.

Osamu had arrived back to the apartment an hour after you finished your sad excuse of a meal and retreated back to your room to tackle your workload. He didn’t miss the quick mac and cheese box by the recycling pile and he shook his head and sighed. He always wondered why you were okay with eating this processed and unhealthy food but you were hesitant about joining him to eat his freshly cooked meals.

Osamu put down his bags and left the fresh ingredients for tonight's meal he was making in the kitchen before returning to his own room to change into more comfortable clothing.

Walking back to his room, he noticed your door was opened slightly and he had a mental debate as to whether he should look in or not. Usually you would’ve called out a ‘hello’ or come out to greet him by now but when he noticed your lack of welcome, he decided they maybe snooping in through the crack on your door was okay. He just wanted to make sure you were okay or if you’d fallen asleep with your door open by accident.

He peered into and saw your back to him and a pile of papers stacked frantically on your desk. He saw the way your hands were typing up a storm on your laptop and the slightly disheveled appearance to your hair.

So you were studying huh?

Smiling softly to himself, Osamu hurried back to his room to change so he could start preparing dinner despite the fact it was 10:38PM already.

Finally, after what felt like hours on no end, you had drilled through the seemingly never ending pile of work and you couldn’t feel your hand or your spine from your posture. Several clicks of your back could be heard in your room as you straightened up and finally moved from your stiff position.

It was now 12:07AM and your stomach finally got the attention that it had been begging for since the start from you. Despite the fact you were hungry, you were also conscious of the time and didn’t want to risk potentially annoying your roommate.

Then again, the familiar scent of fresh food drifted through the crack of the door you’d accidentally left open as though it was demanding to be attended to.

Burying your head in your pillow, you did your best to fight the urge of getting up and following the calling smell outside of your room but your leash of nervousness began to wear down and you found yourself naturally moving towards the door and outside of your room. It was like your brain had just packed up and left your body to function on it’s own as all previous concerns were thrown out of the window and your only goal right now was to track this smell down and potentially consume something more than the ‘meal’ you have previously had.

Padding down the hall, previous concerns about your roommate long gone, you peered into the kitchen and was welcomed with the sight of steaming vegetables and frying what appeared to be dumplings. You inhaled and savoured the scent of the fresh food and allowed your eyes to flutter shut in bliss.

“Smell good?”

You jumped at the sudden voice and was met with lazy pretty eyes staring back into your own.

“S-shit, yeah -don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry, wasn’t my intention.”

He wandered back over to the deep frying pan and lifted the lid to turn the food over to fry on the other side.

“Ya know,” He began suddenly causing your eyes to flicker up towards him. “I see all the shit ya eat and I don’t think the amount ya consume is normal.”

You shrugged and took a seat at the small island built in the kitchen.

“It’s all I can really do. It’s less time consuming too and besides, I don’t think I’d be able to eat big portions like you do,” You peered over the amount of food cooking. There was definitely more than enough for two people at least. “I don’t need to eat as much as you.”

“What are you trying to say?” Osamu’s tone threaded with teasing.

“I just mean you work out and stuff right? Yeah, I don’t need to eat as much as you because I don’t do that kind of thing as often as you.”

He hummed and turned the stove off and took the vegetables off the stove to drain the stock out.

“Well, as much as that makes sense, this isn’t all for me.”

You hummed and allowed your eyes to trail over his well built form.

“No? Don’t you always make this much food?”

Osamu put the pan down and turned to face you. One hand rose to meet the back of his neck as he sheepishly cast his gaze down to the floor.

“Uh actually, half of this goes to my brother since uh ya don’t wanna ever eat with me.”

“Oh.”

You felt heat rise to your face as Osamu slowly looked up at you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to eat with you it’s just...awkward?” You confessed as Osamu’s face twisted in confusion.

“I don’t think we’re awkward.”

You sighed and shook your head as Osamu reached down to grab two plates and two sets of utensils.

“It’s more like I’m awkward around you. I guess… I find you attractive.” You murmured the last bit quietly and half of you had hoped he hadn’t heard that.

“Hm? Repeat that for me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

You huffed and glared at the smirking boy in front of you.

“Because you know what I said!” You whined as Osamu snickered, bringing the crockery and food to the kitchen counter.

“Okay, okay fine. But who said I don’t find you attractive either?”

You darted your eyes away from him as you began to grow slightly flustered.

“W-what?”

Osamu started delicately loading the contents of food onto the two plates as he sighed.

“It stresses me out ya know? Like everytime ya turn down eating with me, I’m always worried it’s because ya don’t like my food or...me?”

“No! It’s not that at all! I just told you I’m awkward!”

Osamu laughed and brought the two plates over and placed one in front of you. Your eyes danced over the food and your mouth began to water slightly. You had wasted your time eating processed and unfilling meals when you could’ve been eating like this? What were you thinking?

You muttered a quick thanks and then the two of you said your thanks for the meal before eating. Osamu’s cooking was as good as it looked and you found yourself humming in satisfaction every few mouthfuls.

Osamu smiled softly to himself as he ate his own food, sparing you a glance every so often.

“I’m glad ya sound as if ya like it. Your portions are such a waste going to an idiot like my brother all the time.”

You coughed and looked at the boy in disbelief.

“Maybe if you weren’t so good-looking then maybe I’d join you for dinner and you wouldn’t have to give food to your brother.”

Osamu laughed and looked back down to his plate.

“Well, now I know that it’s not my cooking ya have a problem with, I think I’ll tell Tsumu’ that his portions are being cut off now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hummed and finished your meal finally feeling full and content. You glanced over at the clock that read 12:49AM.

“Why do you cook so late?” You questioned as Osamu hummed and looked at you.

“Because I know yer hungry around now and I didn’t wanna bother you about coming out and eating.” Osamu replied as your eyes widened slightly. So he had been purposely cooking around now every night to try and lure you into the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m sorry… but you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Meaning?”

You sighed and tilted your head, eyes meeting his once more.

“I think I wanna start having meals with you.”

“So it’s a regular date?”

“D-date?” you flushed.

“Yeah, date. Midnight meal dates and maybe I’ll take ya out on a few proper ones soon.”

“Okay Osamu. It’s a date.”

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There's Always Room For Another

Minors, this story is not for you. This is a KiriBaku x Transmasculine AFAB Reader. As time goes on, I will add on triggers. This is meant to be a long term fic that will eventually become a lemon. Until then it will stay orange - lime. I will give content warnings at the beginning of every chapter. Please comment if I miss any. There will be sex mentions peppered throughout. This is an act of fiction in which all characters are written to be at least the age of 21 years old. I do not claim any rights to the characters in this story, nor do I intend to. All characters in this story are owned by Kohei Horikoshi.

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Chapter 6 is here!

Kirishima made a quick trip to McDonald's and back, picking up as many chicken nuggets as he could, as well as a Bai Big Mac meal and a Bai Egg Cheeseburger for himself, and Bai Spicy Chicken Sandwich meal with another thing of nuggies for bakugo and a few extra orders of fries for a communal fry pile, knowing that communal fries made everything better. Things were great as he carried the food and drinks in, planning on fixing this entire situation. He went to get Katsuki first, "Food's here," he called into the room before going to knock on your door once...twice...three times, "Y/N? Are you in there?" he said, knowing he knocked loud enough to wake you up. When you didn't answer, he started to worry and knocked again, walking back out to the kitchen. "Bakubro, do you know where y/n went?" he asked, and the man looked up, "What? I never heard the door open, what do you mean 'where' they went? They went to their room earlier!" he said, getting a little pissed off and standing up. He walked over to the room, knocking on the door, "Open up, dumbass or I'm coming in!" he shouted, banging on the door which surprised Kiri for some reason. "Bro, calm down, he may be asleep," he said, to which he received a quick, "Or he could be dead, he needs to open this goddamn door," he replied, pulling his wallet out and using an old debit card to unlock the door and shoving it open to find...nothing.

Kirishima looked confused, "Are you absolutely sure you didn't hear anyone come or go," he asked, meanwhile Bakugo began to blow up your phone, stressed and wanting to find out exactly where you went. After all, they had shit to talk about. He next went into your bathroom, making sure you weren't in there either and beginning to pace, "I'm gonna kill that idiot!" He shouted, walking out of the room as sparks began erupting from his palms, clearly and visibly distressed at your absence when they needed to talk about things like yesterday. Kirishima chased after him, turning up around, and activating his quirk before pressing the blonde's palms over his chest, putting his own over his, "Hey come on, calm down, I'm sure they just went out for a walk to clear his head. It happens, just breathe okay? We probably should talk about this too," he said, slowly leading him to the table as his hands shook and anxiety, fear, and anger welled up in his chest. He was not a happy man at this time, stressed and not knowing what he was going to do or say about this. "Okay, so I just wanted a communal nap, then he ended up on top of you, and he ran away. Does he have any trauma in his past?" he asked, beginning to go down the list of reasons one would panic upon waking up in the bed with their roommates who were men. "In general or involving men specifically?" he added, and Katsuki thought about it. He really...didn't know. "I-I don't fucking know, why am I supposed to know that?" He asked, and Kirishima paused. "Okay, it's fine if you don't know everything about him. Um, do you know if you've made him uncomfortable recently?" he asked, grabbing a pen and paper and listing a few reasons why this would be a problem and picking at his fries. He put a question mark next to trauma, knowing you may have never told him. "I mean, not really? We watched a movie and fell asleep, and other than that I've not done anything unusual. He'd say something, right?" he asked, picking at his nuggets and knowing he needed to eat even if he wasn't hungry.

Kiri marked off 'recently made uncomfortable' and looked at the other options. "Is he sick?" he asked, dreading the last one a bit. Katsuki frowned and thought about it, "No, I don't think he's sick," he replied after a moment, starting to get worried. Kiri marked that off the list and paused. "Are you sure he had absolutely no trauma with men?" he asked, and Katsuki growled, "I said I don't know! His house was the safe spot growing up, idiot, he didn't tell me anything and I didn't notice anything otherwise I would have blown his family to pieces!" he said, working on his dinner and getting pissed off. "Why are you focusing on that, there's another thing on the list there, right?" he asked, grabbing for it and snatching it out of his boyfriend's hands as Kiri grimaced. He saw the last option and paused because it read: 'Romantic attraction?' before looking at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? We're just friends, shitty hair!" he said, looking confused. "He doesn't like me like that," he added, feeling the need to defend himself before Kiri put his hands up a bit, "Hey, let me explain. So if it's this, it's okay, but you need to listen to me. I'm not saying this is how you feel, I'm saying this may be how he feels. I mean come on, you didn't know that I had a crush on you until the graduation party when I kissed you on accident. Four years is a long time not to know someone has a crush on you, isn't there a possibility you may not notice it from someone else too?" he suggested gently, working on his food and hoping that was the case at this point because he's rather his friend not be traumatized.

Bakugo frowned, dropping the paper, "I guess maybe I wouldn't know what someone else feels about me if they don't tell me. I'm not a mind reader, you know," he grumbled, putting the paper aside and finishing his food. By now, it was around 1am and he was worried sick, but he knew that it was best not to assume so he never had. Kirishima, meanwhile, noted his face, how a flush took it over as he considered the thought and paused. "Well, I mean, he is pretty cute. And we're all really close," he started, and Bakugo's vermillion gaze locked onto his, "What the fuck are you saying man?" he asked, stressed out and about half a second from leaving to clear his head himself. Kiri took a breath, "I'm saying, if you have those feelings for him too, I wouldn't be averse to dating him and you. I can be flexible, and then you two could also date. We'd just all be dating each other, you know?" Kirishima suggested, hoping his boyfriend would be reasonable and consider it. Bakugo was...frustrated and confused, to say the least. What did he mean, if Bakugo liked y/n too, he was raised that a couple was that, two people, and it didn't make sense for him to date more than one, wouldn't that be cheating? These thoughts ran through his head and he buried his face in his hands, shaking and not wanting to confront these emotions at one in the morning.

Kiri gently began rubbing his back, having a feeling the man was overwhelmed and worrying that he may have pushed too far. However, sometimes with his boyfriend, that was necessary. "It's okay if you feel that way for both of us, man. I'm not gonna be hurt or upset. Granted I've never dated anyone like that, but we can try. It's okay." he said, and when he looked closer, he noted the man was crying. That was...rare to say the least, but Kiri wanted to be supportive, "Hey it's okay," he cooed out. Most people would expect him not to be a man who was okay with other men crying, but he felt like it was really manly to be in tune with his emotions and to take care of himself. Men who were afraid to cry were usually insecure and rude, so he swore long ago not to be like that. He pulled him close as his boyfriend cried, needing to let it out finally. It took some time, but eventually, his sobs subsided and he relaxed against his boyfriend, tired and just wanting a solution to this. "So...all three of us date if it's the last option?" Bakugo asked quietly, looking up at him with puffy eyes. Kiri shrugged, "It seems like the best option, just...how to bring it up to him when he gets back..." he said, worried about how he'd handle that.

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Imagine being Sirius’s daughter (Part 5)

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-That afternoon after divination you walked down to the hut to show Hagrid the Martisor George got you from Romania. Not even bothering to knock you swung the door open to see Hagrid looked at a medium sized, dark forest green egg, covered in scales.

“What the bloody hell is that?” You replied, quickly shutting the door as Hagrid jumped slight, startled by your sudden presence. His eyes wide as you advanced towards the table, and gently ran a finger down the scaled egg.

“I won it, fellow said it was a genuine dragon egg.”

“I would hope so, this thing is huge.” You replied, “Hagrid, what are we gonna do with a dragon?”

“Well I’m gonna raise him as my...”

“Hagrid, not only is the ministry never going to allow you to have a dragon, but neither is Dumbledore, I mean this has to be some sort of violation of the safety...”

“So is Aragon.” He cut you off so matter of factly, as you looked over at him, “He is different, he doesn’t spit fire, or fly. Plus he is trained to stay in the Forest, where not only can he hunt for his own food, but you go out and feed him as well. A dragon would never be able to survive in the forest.”

“I thought out of everyone, you would be excited.” He sighed, almost defeated, cause he knew what you were saying was true, however the tone of his voice made your heart break.

“I am excited, I just don’t want to see you get fired and banished.” You smiled, “What if you let Charlie take care of it in Romania? I am sure he would let you come and visit all the time.”

-The rest of the visit you two just sipped tea and discussed the dragon egg that was sitting between you both on the table, and when you left you were under the impression that Hagrid was going to reach out to Charlie, and have him look after his little dragon. However when you left the hut, Hagrid turned around and spoke, “Don’t worry little fellow, I’m not gonna ship you off to Romania.”

-He hid the egg during the day, fearful that you would visit.

-The boys were always asking you if they could listen to your Walkman, which you happily shared with them. Lee really liked listening to Abba, and Elton John, George preferred AC/DC, The Eagles, and Journey, and Fred always wanted to listen to your David Bowie, Motley Crue, and Billy Joel. However you thought it was funny that they all loved Queen, and many nights you would find them putting a volume charm on your headphones so that everyone in the common room could listen to Freddie Mercury singing.

-On these nights, once everyone had left the common room in search of escape from the noise you and the boys would end up dancing around the common room to the melody, and screaming the lyrics as you did. This resulted in Percy coming to have multiple talks with you four about the noise at 1am. You would always look at him with a look of apology, but as soon as he would leave, you were all roaring with laughter.

-Sometimes late at night you would put the headphones on and listen to the Pink Floyd album, it was one of the few pieces of music you could remember your father playing, it made you feel like you were a toddler again running around your small flat, everyone who you loved back in your life. A single tear running down your face as you remembered.

-The twins were always fighting over who was going to be your partner for group assignments, which always made you chuckle as you looked at Lee, “They act like I won’t help them both.”

-Even though they would fight over it, Fred was your partner a majority of the time. Each time George and Lee hoped he would get the guts to try to ask you out on a date again, but he never did.

-When you went to Hagrid’s one afternoon you looked at him concerned, “What’s wrong Hagrid?”

“Nothing you can help with.” He replied as you sat down, arms crossed, “Try me?”

“It’s just.... something is killing unicorns in the forest. All the creatures are on edge, I mean everyone knows that the only reason anyone would want to murder such a majestic creature is...”

“For the blood.” You finished his sentence, “And the centaurs haven’t seen anything? They normally are good at knowing even the littlest things that happen in those woods.”

“I asked Firenze, but they haven’t heard anything other then that the Unicorns are getting hunted.”

- Later that night you asked, “Listen I know I’m not allowed to ask what he is guarding, but how’s Fluffy?”

“He’s good, real good. Trust me sweetheart, he’ll be home quicker then you know.”

-That night as you climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor common room you heard Fred and George’s singing voices, they were belting out the lyrics to The Time of Our Lives by Bill Medley, your smile growing to see the two boys standing behind you. You couldn’t help by join in with a laugh as the Fat Lady muttered, “You were all flat, and horribly off key.”

“Oh we couldn’t be that bad, however we will never be great artists like you.” George smiled as the Fat Lady blushed, and asked nicely for the password.

“Caput Draconis.” You replied as she swung open, causing you all to hurry to the corner table and start working on future pranks.

-While you were working you noticed Ron and Harry sitting on the love seat, struggling with their homework, Hermonie no where in sight. You quietly excused yourself from the Twins and knelt down in front of them, “Need a hand?”

-You sat in front of the two and helped them finish everything, and once they were done, you smeriked and asked, “So now that that’s done, want to sneak down to the kitchen and see if there’s anything left out.”

-They both said no, but Fred and George overheard your offer, and were quick to jump on it. Once the two first years disappeared to their dormitories, you three pulled out the map, and opened it to see the kitchen was empty. You three quickly headed to one of the multiple secret passages and snuck down there to find that there was a small cake left on the counter in the empty kitchen. You three all hopped up on the counter after retrieving forks and started to eat it. Once it was all gone, you took a bottle of pumpkin juice from the fridge and made your way back to the common room, each of you taking sips of the bottle you would later hid in your enchanted bag.

-The next morning during Dumbledore’s announcements he exclaimed, “All students are not premitted into the kitchens after 10pm, any student caught in there, or with items from the kitchen will be placed into detention.”

-The next day you looked at Harry, Hermonie, and Ron, “You all look like bloody shit.”

“Well since we were in detention, we didn’t get much sleep.”

“Why were you in detention? Did Flint catch you cheating?” George teased as Ron yawned, “No, Malfoy snitched to McGonagall that we were at Hagrid’s with Norbert, and then Flitch made us go into the forbidden forest to look for a unicorn.”

“Norbert?” You asked

“Yeah,”Ron yawned again, “His dragon.”

-Your eyes grew, and your head turned towards Hagrid, who was looking right at you, already knowing that the golden trio was probably going to tell you about their detention, and Norbert.

-After lunch, the boys all had quidditch practice, Lee of course was going to go watch, and practice his announcing, and you were planning on going to watch. Before the boys entered the pitch though you looked at Fred and George, “I’ll be in in a few, I just have to go see Hagrid first.”

“We get it, you would much rather watch us kick Slytherin’s ass then practice.” George replied as you chuckled, “Georgie, your first match is against Hufflepuff, not Slytherin.”

-When you got to the hut you didn’t bother knocking, and just walked in to see a mess of wavy reddish orange hair sitting in Hagrid’s armchair, as Hagrid sat on the couch, cradling the small dragon, the conversation between the two haulting as Hagrid spoke up, “Figured you would be here at some point to see the little fellow.”

“No, I came here to see Charlie, since I haven’t seen him since summer break.”you joked, as the second eldest Weasley turned around, a smile on his face as he replied, “Still keeping my younger brothers in check I hope?”

“Course I am, so well in fact I have been neglecting keeping our favorite staff member in check.” you joked as you walked over to Hagrid, and extended a hand towards the scaley beast hiding in his beard, his head slightly poking out before he nuzzled his head against your palm.

“I swear you have a knack for this Black.” Charlie praised as you whispered, “i mean I learned from the best.”

-Charlie was never going to tell you this, but you were his favorite of all of his brother’s friends, and found himself building a bond with you at the burrow before he moved whenever you were able to get away from the others. Seeing you with Norbert just reassured him that his brothers were in good hands, and that he didn’t have to worry as much about them.

-When he left with Norbert you looked at Hagrid, “No more surprise creatures please.”

“Course not.”

“So, did you find anything in the forest last night?” You asked, the screams of the gryffindor quidditch team could faintly be heard from the pitch as Hagrid replied, “Harry and Draco saw something, Harry said it was a tall, pale, hooded figure, almost like a man. He was gone though by the time we got to him.”

“Great, at least we have a lead.” You answered, before you heard a louder shout, this one was undeniably George, which caused you to slightly panic, Hagrid could see it in your face, “Go, I can catch ya up later over tea.”

-When you got to the pitch Lee looked at you, “You just missed it, George missed a Bludger, hit him in the arm. Oliver looked at it, nothings broke, but he is gonna have a nasty bruise in the morning.”

-Later that night while you all sat at the table working on your homework, you suggested, “What if we made a bruise remover, like a cream or something you can rub on a bruise or black eye that will make it disappear?”

“How would that help with pranks?” George asked, his sleeve rolled up revealing the enormous bruise that was consuming his arm.

“Well if we ever make a product that causes bruises, the user can remove it from the victim after having a good laugh. We could sell them as a set.” You replied as Fred looked at you, “You’re a genius Black.”

-You spent one afternoon a week helping Hagrid make the photo album

-The first quidditch match of the spring season you found yourself surrounded by first years, since Hermonie had asked you to sit with her and Ron, who was quick to make fun of you for wearing his brother’s jersey, “Seriously, you two might as well be married.”

“We are, Freddie didn’t tell you we got eloped this past summer.” You teased back, as Ron looked at you, a look of disgust on his face as Hermonie piped up, “Don’t worry Ronald, it is illegal to elope before 18, without parent’s consent.”

-At the end of the game you ran straight past Harry, who had gotten the snitch before the Hufflepuff golden boy, Cedric Diggory, and jumped straight into Fred’s arms, giving him a congratulatory hug, as he spun you around.

-When he sat you down, you smiled at him, a slight blush on his face as you turned to Harry and George and quickly hugged them as well, however the hug was nothing compared to Fred’s.

-After that match Ron and Harry made a bet, Ron suspected You were going to be dating one of the twins by the end of the year, Harry thought you were going to be dating Fred before you graduated from Hogwarts. Whoever lost owed the winner a cauldron cake, and a butter beer.

-That night you were sitting with Fred and Lee on the couch, when George walked into the empty common room, “[Y/N], get the Walkman, we must celebrate our victory!”

-That night you were listening to the normal selection, until the Queens tape ended, and George picked the next one, the first song that played was I Can’t Tell You Why, as both George and Lee groaned, about to press the fast forward button in hopes that they stopped it before the next track, but George stopped Lee when he saw Fred grab your hand, and pull you towards him. A smile on your face as Fred dramatically mouthed the words, all while spinning you around in a dance, your giggles masked by the melody as he dipped you, pulling you up quickly into a spin. George and Lee just watching the pair of you, smiling ear to ear as the song ended.

-As soon as the song ended though Percy came to the base of the stairs, “Seriously, none of your other teammates are causing a ruckus like this, so I have no idea why you four feel the need to disrupt the entire tower at midnight.”

“Sorry Percy, we’ll head straight to bed now.” You answered, separating from Fred before grabbing the Walkman, and retreating to the girl’s dormitory, as Percy just glared at the other three, “Honestly I don’t know what she sees in you three holigens?”

“Trust us Percy, we don’t either.” George replied, before the older Weasley escorted the three to bed.

-The next morning you were waiting for the boys outside their dormitory, and smiled, “We are going to prank Percy.”

-You slipped a potion into his pumpkin juice, which caused him to lose his voice for 48 hours. Madam Pomfey had nothing to cure it, so for two days you didn’t have to listen to Percy. However Molly sent a howler to the Twins blaming them for the entire thing. You were quick to write an apology to her, telling her that the twins had nothing to do with it, and that you would never do it again. She replied with a sweetly worded letter, making the Twins slightly jealous, because she didn’t send you a howler.

“What can I say boys, I’m mom’s favorite.” You smiled as you elbowed Lee, the two gingers across from you scowling as you laughed.

- You were the top of the class, as usual. The boys joked that you were going to be the next head girl, and excitingly looked at each other as the realization set in, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“If you were head girl, do you know how much stuff we could get away with?” George asked as you smiled, and shock your head.

“Honestly you two are probably going to be the reason I am not head girl.” You smiled.

-That night you all went to bed early, and when you woke up was when you learned Harry was in the hospital wing, everyday he was in there you went to visit him, occasionally someone else would join you, mostly Ron, but you never really left. Dumbledore allowed it, knowing how much Harry meant to you, even if Harry didn’t know.

-When he woke up, you leapt from the stool and hugged him, “Oh thank Merlin, I was starting to think you would never wake up.”

-Harry told you everything that happened in the chamber where the mirror of Erised was. Your worry building as he told you about Voldemort’s face in the back of Qurill’s head. When Dumbledore showed up and clearified several things for Harry, he placed a hand on your shoulder and stated, “Let the boy rest. We have many things to discuss.”

-On the way to the Chamber, you were freaking out at Dumbledore for ever letting Harry do something so dangerous, as though he knew Harry’s plans. The whole time he let you just aggressively whisper at him.

-He took you to the empty chamber, the mirror still in the middle of the floor as he looked at you, finally speaking, “I am sorry I didn’t tell you what happened.”

“You knew?”

“I had my suspicions on what happened when Harry wasn’t in attendance, Snape found him down here alone, I suspect Quirell parished. I have destroyed the stone, which we found in Harry’s pocket.”

“Did you know about Quirell?”

“No, but I suspect that the unicorn murders will also stop now, since I am sure Voldemort was the one using the blood.”

“Why though did the mirror give Harry the stone?” You asked as you slowly approached the glass, as Dumbledore looked past you, seeing his sister in the reflection instead of you.

“The mirror of Erised is a enchanted mirror, it is used to show us what it is we truly desire. When I had it placed here however I enchanted it to protect the stone, and give it to someone who was searching for the stone, but had no intention on using it.”

“It shows us our desires.” You questioned, looking into it, before you saw them slowly approaching, and finally after a few moments they stopped in front of you. On the far left was a younger Remus, his scars disappeared, as he smiled at you, his eyes sparkling as Peter stood beside him, he didn’t look as timid as normal, nor did he seem as though he was on edge, on the right stood Lily, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and wearing a summer dress, her right hand resting on Harry’s shoulder, his scar disappeared as he smiled at you. On his left stood James, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses as he smiled at you with such pride, before clapping his hand onto the shoulder of your father, who was right in front of you. He was cleaned up, the curls of his black hair wild as his eyes teared up, his hand slowly rising to the glass to match yours as you gently placed it onto the glass. His smile pained though when he realized he couldn’t touch you, as you drew in a quick breath. Your eyes watering as each of them, except Harry all stacked their hands on top of Sirius’s, each smiling at you as you whispered, “What happened to Voldemort?”

“I don’t know my dear.” Dumbledore whispered as you dropped your hand slowly, “But you have my word, I will never let him harm Harry. I will do everything in my power to protect him.”

“I know.” You whispered, before blinking back tears, and turning away from your family.

-When you returned from the Mirror, and went to the great hall for the final feast Fred saw the look on your face, and was quick to tap Lee on the shoulder to tell him to move, however you were already sliding next to George. When you slumped next to George, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and whispered, “Why so down Black?”

“We lost the house cup, to Slytherien of all houses.” You lied, as Ron whispered, “Don’t worry there is always next year.”

-When you got on the train platform, you noticed Hagrid handing the rectangular package to Harry, a smile on your face as you imagined the excitement the photo album would bring him.

-You were sitting in a booth with your friend group, you were laughing at one of George’s jokes when you heard the knock on the glass. You turned to see Harry standing there looking shy, clutching the album, as he gestured for you to join him in the hall. When you got out there he sheepishly asked, “Can we go sit in an empty booth?”

“Course.” You replied as you both started towards the front which was normally empty, and slided into the first empty booth. As soon as the door shut Harry opened the album to a photo of James and You, he was spinning you around in the background, while Lily laid on the floor with a baby Harry, who was playing with blocks, your father behind the lens, taking the picture as he watched you laugh in James’s arms. Your smile wide as you remembered you had the exact copy of this picture at your cottage.

“This little girl looks just like you.” He whispered, as you met his eyes.

“That’s cause it is me.”

“You knew my parents?” He asked as you smiled, “Yeah, except I knew them as Uncle James, and Aunt Lily. My dad was best friends with your dad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly, I figured you would rather want to get to know me for me, and not as the girl who could connect you to your past.”

“Do you think they would let me live with you?” He asked, your heart breaking at the thought of him going back to those abusive muggles, a thought you had been repressing for the last month, “I’m afraid not Harry, as much as I would love to, your parents wanted you to live with them. But don’t worry, I will write you every day, and before you know it, we will be back on this train, going back home.”

-When you got off the train you immediately saw Remus, and ran to him, your head burying into his chest as he hugged you back, so happy to have his little girl back. He lifted his head though just in time to see Harry following the Weasleys towards Molly and Arthur, wanting nothing more than to go introduce himself to Harry, but he knew he couldn’t.

-On the ride home you looked at Remus, “He asked me if he could come live with us.”

“I figured that would happen once he saw the pictures.” Remus calmly responded, “What did you say?”

“That Uncle Prongs, and Aunt Lily wanted him to live with the Dursley’s.”

-the rest of the car ride was silent, as you both wished that you could take him home with you.

-You really did write Harry Every day

-You were at the cottage for about a week before you went to the Burrow. Remus was happy that he got to spend some time with you, and loved listening to your stories about your second term.

-One day while you were helping weed the garden outside of the cottage, you looked towards your Uncle, “Uncle Mooney?”

“Yes my love?” His head lifted, his hands still in the soft dirt as he dug out the tiny roots of the unwanted greenery.

“Why do you think my father stopped writing. I mean he used to be so consistent with it, and now I...”

“Perhaps they have taken his privileges away.” Remus replied, his heart breaking as he thought of the new pile of letters hidden under his bed, some addressed to you, but most of them were directed toward Mr. Remus Lupin, and were strong worded demands for answers to his questions. The biggest one being why he was withholding his letters to his daughter.

“You don’t think he...” you paused, not wanted to say the words you were thinking. The idea of your father’s death haunting your thoughts as Remus read your mind and quickly reassured, “No my love, I doubt he is dead.”

-Before you went you expressed to him that Molly had invited him to go school shopping again with them, however you then expressed, “I am sure Harry will be coming as well, and would love to meet you.”

“Unfortunately I can’t this year, the full moon and all.” He lied, and he knew you would know it was a lie as well, but he couldn’t bring himself to say that he wasn’t meant to be in Harry’s life.

-When you got to the Burrow, Fred was the first out of the door, his body colliding with yours as you fell into the grass, George toppling onto you both seconds later.

-Molly stood in the window and watched the three of you in the grass, before Arthur joined her side, “She really does bring out the best in them.”

“And to think, you almost didn’t let her be their friend.” Molly replied as Arthur smiled, “Well I see now it wasn’t fair of me to judge her.”

- When they rolled off of you, you all just laid in the grass, and watched the clouds, George to your left, Fred to your right. Your fingers lifting towards the shapes the clouds made as you imagined what they could be, as the boys added their two cents.

-When it started to get dark you sat up and looked at both the boys, their brown eyes looking at you as you spoke, “So what did Mum make for dinner?”

-When you walked in Percy rolled his eyes, mostly because that last term the three of you had gotten on his nerves so much, now he was scared you would have the same late night dance parties at the house, however as soon as you saw him you smiled, “Well hello there Perfect Percy.”

-At dinner you leaned over to him and whispered, “I left it at home.” Which brought a smile to his face.

-About half way through the week, the three of you actually went to Lee’s house, which Lee was over the moon when you three agreed to go to his house for a extended weekend. As soon as you arrived Lee showed you all over the city, and you couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw a local theater, which was playing A Leauge of Their Own. You joked to the three boys that you should all go, and were shocked when they all agreed.

-You laughed the whole movie, seated between the two twins, you couldn’t help but laugh as you joking threw popcorn in your mouth.

-The twins had never been to a movie theater before, and were quickly obsessed, so every night of your vacation you and Lee found different theaters in the area and took them to at least one showing a day.

-At the end of the mini vacation you went back to the cottage, and told Remus you wanted to drive into town to get something. While out you bought a small television, a VCR and several VHS tapes, which caused Remus to chuckle, knowing that next you were going to ask if he could drive you to the burrow, since Apperating with all that would be nearly impossible.

-When you got there Molly came out the front door, a surprised look on her face as you exited the car, “[Y/N], Lupin, what are you doing here?”

“I have a present for you all.” You smiled, “since you guys have always been so kind to us. Plus I think Arthur is really going to like this.”

-Remus helped you set up the TV, as Molly watched, a smile on her face as you all silently set it up, not wanting the twins to realize you were there, since all the Weasley children were in the garden playing Quidditch. When you had finished setting everything up you explained to Molly everything you knew about the TV, as Remus sat at the kitchen Table and sipped on the cup of tea she had offered you.

- When Arthur came home, you smiled ear to ear, “Arthur, I want to show you something!”

“[Y/N] my dear, we weren’t expecting you until the 14th.” Arthur stated with a smile as you took his hand and sat him in the armchair in front of the TV.

“I know, but I was too excited to show you this, the muggles call it a television. They use it to watch broadcasts, and for entertainment purposes. This is the remote, and you can control the whole box using it.” You instructed, showing him how to use it, his eyes growing in wonder, since he had only heard about them at work, but had never had the pleasure of operating one. And now he had his very own.

“She really is a good kid Remus, Sirius would be proud of how you have raised her.” Molly whispered, as Remus turned to watch the way your eyes glimmered with joy as you explained everything to Arthur, a smile never leaving your face. Even though you were not blood with Lily, it reminded him of how Lily would explain stuff to them when they were in Hogwarts.

“I hope everyday they would all be proud of how she turned out.” He replied, “I just wish I had the same opportunity with Harry that I did with her.”

“From what Ron says, he behaves just like her, both of them would do anything for their friends, are generous, compassionate, loyal, smart, and all around wonderful. He might not have been raised with her, or among the Potter’s chosen family, but he is just like James and Lily.”

-While you were showing Arthur the tv Ginny had come in through the back door, she was going to get an ice pack for Ron, who was taunting her while they were flying, so she took Fred’s bats and hit the bulgur right at him, and hit him square in the face. Percy, who was reffing the game, immediately ended the match, and declared Ron and George the winners. However when Ginny saw you, she couldn’t help but excitingly shout, “[Y/N]!”

-While she raced to give you a hug George, and Fred looked at one another, a bloody nosed Ron standing between them, “Did Ginny just shout [Y/N]?” George asked, before looking to their hurt brother, and then back at each other, before racing into the house, leaving Ron with Percy, and no ice pack.

-They both wrapped you into large hugs, Fred squeezing you a bit tighter then George did, which Molly noticed, and with a chuckle she whispered, “So when do you think those two are finally going to get together?”

“Honestly I haven’t the slightest idea, I thought they would have already been dating by now.” Remus joked as Fred and George gushed about the movies you had picked up.

-Once the sun started to set, Remus started to rise slowly, about to tell you it was time to go, but Fred cut him off, “Mr. Lupin, do you think it would be okay if she stays, I mean the 14th is right around the corner, and she can wear my jumpers, since she fits.”

“And she can wear my pants.” George added, “and I am sure Percy has some woman’s panties she can burrow.”

-He left that night alone, chuckling lightly as he pulled away from the burrow, as he looked into the rear view mirror he saw three figures climb out of a window and onto the roof, a smile overtaking his face as he appreciated the fact that you had found yourself a friend group just like the one he had in school.

-Ginny loved to gush to you about her crush on Harry Potter, and how she was so excited to meet him. You would always listen, and whenever any of the brothers would try to talk ill of her and her schoolgirl crush, you would give them a glare, and threaten to prank them harder then any of them have ever been pranked if they didn’t shut up.

-After you gifted them the TV, Arthur started asking you about all different kinds of Muggle inventions. You didn’t know the answer to some of them, but you were always willing to research the answer for him.

-When Molly invited Remus to join them again for back to school shopping, he asked if Harry was also going to come. “I mean I know he invited both Hermonie’s family, and Harry to join.”

“Then I am afraid I can’t this year Molly, I do hope you understand.” He painfully replied, as she looked at him with sorrow in her eyes.

-When Fred, George, and Ron took the Ford Angelina to rescue Harry you chuckled, “You really don’t think your mum is gonna notice you are gone?”

“Nope, and if she does come into the room, you’ll cover for us right?” George asked as you shook your head, “Sure.”

-That morning when you got up Molly was looking at the clock, “Where did they go?” She asked, her tone severe as she crossed her arms and looked at the three hands pointed towards Away.

“They went to go get Harry.” You replied, “I told them they were idiots if they thought you wouldn’t notice.”

“That they are.” Molly replied, however before you could reply you both heard the car park, causing Molly to look at you with a devilish smile, before hiding where the four wouldn’t see her, a slight smile on your face while you walked into the kitchen and started making six cups of tea.

-When the boys entered Harry looked at you, “[Y/N], you’re here too?” 

“Course she is, the boys would die without her.” Ron replied as you handed him and Harry their cups. Fred and George looking at you for any sign that their mum knew, however you gave none as you handed them their tea.

-When Harry was looking at the clock, you looked at Fred and George with a smile, “Thank you by the way for saving him.”

“No problem deary, anything to please our princess.” George joked as you made a face, “Never call me princess again.”

-Neither You or George saw the way Fred’s face looked when George called you princess, or the sparkle of envy behind his irises.

-When Molly came out from behind the wall, her hands on her hips as she stated, “Where have you been? Empty beds, no note, car gone. You could’ve died, you could’ve been seen!” You couldn’t help but smile between the twins as their faces paled, you were sure Ron’s was also paling as they stuttered for the proper words to tell Molly.

“I thought you said...” George whispered as you smiled, “You really thought I was gonna snitch on your mum?”

“But you had no problem snitching on us?” Fred replied, a bit louder then he expected.

“Oh don’t you even try to blame this on [Y/N], she didn’t have to tell me a word.” Molly retorted, before Ron added, “We had to do it Mum, they had bars on his windows, you should’ve seen it.”

“Just be glad I don’t put bars on your boy’s window.” She snapped before advancing towards Harry, “Harry, It is wonderful to see you again darling, now tell me, how have you been?”

“Honestly you really didn’t think your mum was going to get up at the crack of dawn to start the chores, and notice that the flying car was gone, or hear you guys park?” You replied as her and the two younger boys went off towards the bathroom to wash up before breakfast.

- That morning at breakfast you all sat around the long table, most of the clan still in their pajamas as Molly set down two large stacks of flapjacks. You were plopped between the two ginger twins, who both leaned forward as soon as their mother set down the plates. The only one missing from Breakfast was Ginny, so as the boys served themselves you muttered, “You guys aren’t even going to wait for your sister?”

“You snooze, you lose.” George rebuttaled as you rolled your eyes, however as soon as you heard the footsteps on the stairs you just assumed she smelled breakfast, “Mummy have you seen my jumper?”

“Yes dear it was on the cat.” Molly replied as Harry gave a cheery, “Hello.” However Ginny didn’t reply, instead she looked mortified, and raced away, as all the boys, except Harry slightly smiled.

“Have I done something wrong?” Harry asked, confusion written on his face as Ron replied, “That’s Ginny, she been talking about you all summer, but annoying honestly.”

“Don’t worry Harry, [Y/N] used to look at me the same way, and now look at us.” Fred replied as you raised an eyebrow, George adding, “More like the other way around.”

-Before you could reply though Arthur was walking through the front door, “Morning Weasleys.”

“Morning Dad.” Echoed through the kitchen, as your, “Morning Arthur.” mixed into the blend.

-Arthur told you this years later, but he always considered you to be his second daughter, and he apologized for ever doubting your intentions due to your last name.

-When Molly told Arthur about the boys driving the enchanted car, you couldn’t help but smile as he replied with genuine excitement and curiosity, “How was it?”

-You silently chuckled when Molly lightly slapped him, and he awkwardly scolded the three, however you all knew he had no desire to.

-When Arthur asked Harry about the rubber duck you smiled, Molly saw that you smiled, and knew it was because you were just glad they were so excepting of him. She didn’t know it was also because you saw a sparkle of Lily’s kindness show through his answer as he tried to explain the function of a rubber duck on the spot.

-When Errol crashed into the glass, you turned to look out the window, making sure he was okay, when George whispered, “He’s fine [Y/N], he always is.”

“Blimey, sometimes I think she loves that owl more then us.” Fred added as Errol got back up, and flew the stack of letters to the table, dropping them with a thud before flying up to purch on the stair railing.

“Scabbers is more of my favorite, you both know that.” You joked, as Percy scoffed, “Well maybe he should be your pet then.”

“Sure.” You smiled, thinking it was a serious offer, as Molly replied, “Now Percy, you know you can’t give him away, he is technically supposed to be Fred and George’s this year.”

“You can have him.” George responded

-When they were handing out the letters and saw Harry’s they handed it straight to him, however your school supplies letter was not in the mix.

“They must’ve sent it to the cabin.” You answered, before taking another bite of your flapjack, “I can always just ask my uncle...”

“Nonsense, we are all in the same classes, you can just burrow our list.” Fred answered, scared to death that you might be implying you want to go home.

“I mean, except for maybe potions.” You smiled, before looking over Fred’s shoulder to see that Dumbledore had scribbled next to potions that he wanted to make it more geared towards creating harmless pranks. George’s list had the same thing beside it, meaning that once again, you and the Twins were going to be learning with Albus instead of Snape.

“Why is it that you three never have to take potions with Snape?” Percy asked, “I mean he is an...”

“Ass.” Fred replied.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, that is no way to talk about one of your teachers.” Molly scolded.

“Sorry mum.” He muttered, as you leaned over and whispered, “You’re not wrong.”

-You were standing in the boys room getting ready when Fred and George walked into the room, your hands searching for your shirt and bra as you stood there in your unbuttoned overalls. Both boys unphased as they flopped onto George’s bed, and looked at you furrowing your brow. “Did you throw it in the wash by mistake.” George asked as you sighed.

“Must have.”

“Here.” Fred replied, getting up quickly and tossing you a shirt from the closet they shared, your hand raising to catch the fabric before throwing it over your head, and tucked it into the overalls before buttoning them. Looking into the mirror you smiled at how well you looked in the oversized, stripped shirt. With a chuckle George joked, “Careful Freddie, she’s got that look like she is gonna steal your whole wardrobe now.”

-when you were dressed, you and the boys met everyone downstairs, as Ron gave you a odd look, “Hey, [Y/N], isn’t that Fred’s shirt?”

“Yeah, and if you mention it again, we’ll slip a spider in your room while you sleep.” Fred rebuttaled as Harry looked towards the slightly frightened boy, the twins giggling as you rolled your eyes.

-When Harry mispronounced Diagon Alley, your anxiety heightened, you knew how sensitive the floo powder system was, I mean you had been using it since you were two, as though they could sense it, George and Fred both whispered in your ear, “I’m sure he’ll be fine, he didn’t pronounce it too poorly.”

-As soon as you arrived, you went off looking for him, the Twins not far behind as you ventured to each shop and asked if they had seen a chocolate haired boy, with thin, round wire glasses, and green eyes emerge from their fire places.

-After an hour you were ready to tell the duo you wanted to go into Knockturn Alley, however you were interrupted by Hagrid’s booming voice, “Hello boys, [Y/N].”

When you turned you saw a sooty Harry, his green eyes looking at you as you smiled in relief, “Hello Hagrid, where on earth did you find Harry?”

“Found him wandering around Knockturn Alley, says he was taking the floo powder system with you and the Weasleys.”

“Well thank you for finding him, maybe now he will learn the importance of pronunciation.” You looked at him with seriousness as he looked towards the ground. You turned to walk away, and were several steps ahead when Harry looked towards George and Fred, “She isn’t seriously mad is she?”

“Nah, if she was, she would have cut your head off. If anything I think she was more worried about you, but don’t worry, we kept her sane.” Fred replied, as George smiled, “Barely.”

-When you got to the book store you rolled your eyes, and leaned towards Fred, “Honestly I have the faintest idea why everyone is so bloody obsessed with him.”

“Perhaps it is the golden curls, most girls like blondes.”

“I prefer gingers if you ask me.” You replied, not thinking twice, as Fred sheepishly smiled.

-You noticed that Harry looked extremely uncomfortable around Lockheart, “You know, sometimes I wish Harry wasn’t famous.”

“Trust me, I am sure he is wishing the same thing.” George answered

-When Lucius saw you, his lips were pulled into a thin, forced smile. You always knew that the bloodline between the Malfoys and the Blacks were now connected by the marriage of Draco’s parents, and even though you never met any of your father’s bloodline, they certainly had their own opinions about your father, and of you.

-You hadn’t noticed that he slipped in the diary, but you did hear Fred’s mutter, “Asshole.”, when he insulted Arthur by calling him a disgrace, your own blood boiling as you watched him start to leave. Looking towards Arthur you muttered, “I apologize for my father’s cousin’s miserable husband.”

“No problem my dear, it isn’t your fault that his view is skewed.” Arthur forced a smile as Fred and George looked towards you, “Want to go to Gambol and Jape’s?”

“Of course.” You smiled, before the three of you separated from the others.

-When Molly and Arthur collected you from Gambol and Jape’s you walked out with a small bag filled with stink pellets, while both twins had a arm full of fireworks.

-You three let the fireworks off that night, a huge smile on your face as the colorful embers danced through the sky. You were so preoccupied with them you failed to noticed the way Fred watched the multiple colors light up your own face, his smile growing as you smiled like a little girl as each exploded, his heart racing while you just looked so relaxed sitting in the grass by the garden. When you went inside though you took a piece of parchment and started jotting down ideas on what kind of potion based pranks you could pull, and ask Dumbledore to teach you.

- The next morning when you woke up, you were sprawled out on the cot, the snores of the two fingers filling your ears as you stretched your arms high above your head. Slowly sitting up, you heard the mattress crack and groan under the weight of you, and looked to either side of the room, a smile on your face. George looked as though he hadn’t moved all night, his faded maroon sheet draped over his body, which was facing the wall, while his quilt was neatly folded at his feet. He was facing the wall, completely laying on his stomach, his left arm under his single, matching pillow, while his forehead rested on the wrist of his right arm. You couldn’t help but chuckle too at the fact that his light green pajama shirt looked slightly too small on his flexed arm, knowing fully well that the matching striped pants almost looked too large on him. When you looked to Fred’s side though, the faded, slightly bleach stained blue sheets were a tangled mess, showing how much the older twin tossed about, the quilt he slept under throw completely to the bottom of his bed. One of his three pillows had fallen to the floor, the other two supporting his head and left arm, which was bent above him. He was laying flat on his back, his head lolled towards you, his mouth slightly open, with a small trickle of crusted drool dripping down his cheek. You smiled well though when you saw that the small hippogrif plushie he had had since childhood was safely tucked under his right arm, close to his bare chest, as a single, striped pink panted leg hung out over the side of the bed, outside of the sheets.

-After making your cot, you grabbed the closest piece of discarded shirts and pulled it over your head, concealing the tank top that you had slept in. Your feet gracefully carried you out of the room and down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom you yawned, your eyes squinting and reopening to reveal a giggling Ginny at the table, as Molly stood at the counter behind her.

“Morning [Y/N], or should I say Fred.” Ginny stated, causing you to look down and see you had blindly grabbed Fred’s sweater from your first year at Hogwarts, the dark blue knitted yarn reaching the mid thigh of your black pajama pants, while the light green F stood out on your chest. Looking at Ginny, you made a face and replied, “Well thank goodness I am the more attractive version of your brother.”

- That morning when Fred came down stair he couldn’t help but smile as he saw your dark blue back, of course you were helping his mother, who knew you would not accept her declining your assistance. However it was when you turned to put the plate filled with bacon on the table that Fred felt a slight heat rush to his cheeks, the large F staring at him before you turned back around, completely oblivious to the blushing ginger. Ginny however was not as oblivious, and as Fred sat himself in the seat across from her she leaned forward, “You better have a good reason for being the same shade as our hair, unless you want [Y/N] to figure out your in love with her.”

-When you were done prepping breakfast with Molly, you slipped into the spot next to Fred, your eyes glancing over to him as you took in the slightly fading blush that had taken over his face. “Freddie, are you okay?”

“Course, just didn’t realize how hot the kitchen was gonna be this morning.”

“Well maybe you should shrug that t shirt off and remind your siblings why you are the hottest Weasley.” You joked, not even realizing what you had said until it was too late. Your eyes grew to the size of the tea saucers on the table. Thankfully no one heard your joke but Fred, who was just staring at you with a similar.

-After that you both were wearing blushes, and were strangely quiet during the entire breakfast, however only one of the Weasleys seemed notice, the others and Harry just enjoyed the rare quiet that the adults of the house only enjoyed when their children were at school. However they were unaware how deafening it would be once all 7 children were out of the house.

-At the end of the meal while you were helping Ginny double check her luggage, George asked Fred about why you were both so quiet. As Fred zipped his own luggage, and collected yours in his other hand, he asked, “Do you think [Y/N] might have a crush on me?”

“Only one way to find out Mate.” George smirked, hoping that his brother will finally ask you out.

-When you got to King’s Cross, you couldn’t help but smile slightly, “So Ron, did you remember Scabbers?”

“Unfortunately.”

“If you want I can hold him on the train.” You offered as he thrusted the rat towards you in excitement, relieved to be rid of the family pet got at least a little while.

-As you raced into the barrier you were greeted by the warm glow of the room, and soon you had your two favorite twins at your side. Your eyes scanning the room for the uncle who said a week ago it was fine that you went with the Weasleys and he would just met you there, but he was no where to be seen.

-What you didn’t know is the Remus was standing in Azkaban, his face dropping at sight of the man he once called brother, his heart shattering at the sight of Padfoot curled up on the cement blocked floor, on just a thin mat, a holey, dusty blue blanket barely covered him as the stentch of the place hit Remus’s over sensitive nose. But he had to tell himself this is what he deserved, and after 11 years of not seeing him, he regretted ever coming.

“Sirius.” He whispered, causing the man on the floor to jump with a start, his eyes wide with fear, as his bewildered face looked towards the bar, another crack forming in Remus’s heart as he looked not at a man, but at the face of the boy he met on the train at the age of 11.

“Remus.” Sirius whispered, “This isn’t real. You are just...”

“Sirius, it is really me.” His voice cracked with empathy he didn’t want to give, he could feel the tears slowly begin to build, but for the sake of you, he refused to let them fall. He refused to feel pity about the fact that he and Dumbledore were withholding his letters from you, in an effort to protect Harry, he knew hiding this from you, even after the promise of no secrets, was the right thing to do, and he refused to have Sirius’s hollowed, deep blue eyes, no longer filled with any life make him regret that choice.

“Why have you come? It’s been years my old friend, you could have...”

“I came to answer to answer your question, that is all Sirius. I figured you would want to hear it in person rather then read it through a letter. You need to stop writing her, and me. In my option you lost the right to even call her yours the day you betrayed our best friends, the day you got her aunt and uncle blown up.”

“Remus look in your heart, would I ever turn on a James and Lily?”

“You did, and then you killed Peter, and who knows maybe I was next on your...”

“I would never kill you, or James, or Lily, Peter was the secret keeper, you can even ask Dumbledore, he knew, he knew I convinced James and Lily to do it, because I was the obvious choice.” He sounded as though he was babbling like a broken man, each syllable made Remus want to unlock that door, but he couldn’t.

“Why not have me do it, too scared the Lunar calendar would fog my judgement?”

“No..... never. Remus you must understand, at the time, we thought it was you we could no longer trust. We were foolish...”

“No, Snuffles, we were foolish for ever trusting you.”

- Remus turned to leave, his message clear to him, but as he walked away he heard the broken voice call out again, “WORMTAIL IS ALIVE, HE IS A RAT WITH NINE FINGERS! REMUS!”

- “So I never asked,” you looked at George, Scabbers sitting on your lap, his face in a box of jellybeans, “Why is Scabbers missing a toe?”

-Don’t know, Dad just brought him home like that.” Fred replied, “He really seems to like you though, sure you don’t want him?”

“Your mother would have a cow if I took him.” You replied, running a hand over his wirey furred back.

“Did we ever tell you that there is a spell that will turn him...”

“Do I look as daft as Ron?” You replied, raising an eyebrow at the twins.

-When you got to Hogwarts, you looked around for the smaller male Weasley, but him and Harry were no where to be seen. “I am sure they are already inside the carriages, you can give Ronald back his vermon in the common room, besides I doubt Scabs here would have any fun just sitting in their stinky dorm, especially when you feed the ugly thing better than Ron or Percy ever have.” Fred replied, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you both started towards the carriages. His arm staying in that place until you were forced to step up into the carriages that pulled themselves. However once you were both settled next to each other you unconsciously found yourself leaning into Fred’s shoulder. George looked over you, and gave his twin a knowing look, as Fred just rolled his eyes, mentally preparing for his brother to give him many looks like that after asking him if she could ever have a crush on him.

-At dinner you kept looking around the gryffindor table, Ron and Harry still no where to be found. Hermione was seated across from you as you leaned forward and asked, “Hermione, have you seen Harry or Ron?”

“Not yet, neither of them were on the train.” She answered as your eyes grew in fear, “I am sure they will show though, they probably just snuck into the kitchen for a per feast snack.”

-When you went to stand and go look for them, Lee stopped you, just before the first years all filed in, “We can look for them later, if you leave now, everyone will notice.”

-When Ginny got sorted into Gryffindor you cheered louder than everyone at the table, even louder than the other three gingers. With a large smile she jogged down the aisle and took a seat beside you, before watching everyone else get sorted.

-Ginny chuckled when she saw Scabbers sitting on your lap, his small body curled up on your skirt as you sat with a hand over him. She could see that his eyes were closed, and that he was in a peaceful bliss, which she never saw him be around the Weasleys. 

[macchiatooru]

ᴬⁿ ᵃˡˡ⁻ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᵍʸᵐ ˢqᵘᵃᵈ?

With Kenma? And Lev and Hinata? Absolute College AU vibes? Despite my doubts about the productivity, I definitely need this. It’s around 1AM as I type, and I literally have three papers to finish, with one due tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA. (I wrote this note last night, so it’s not entirely applicable now, but well- I have to submit the second tomorrow and the third the following day... I hope HAHAHA)

Note: If you’re also up at such ungodly hours and want to add to this when you’re stuck with a paper too, or a lesson, or something, go ahead! If you want to modify something, don’t hesitate to say it!

The situation, for example, is that you’re writing a paper, and you don’t know how to continue it anymore. Luckily, you have enough options to kill the time until your brain is working properly again. The apartment―whoever owns it, maybe you guys were sharing or had connecting ones or were neighbors or whatnot―would literally look like, I don’t know, a convention? It’s like there are different stalls with different activities. Take your pick!

Tsukishima’s Corner:

I can imagine that he has this set-up in the far end of the living room where he has a table against the wall and a chair with a blanket on it

And he always has a drink with him, whether it’s a soda or an Iced Americano. (that just gave me Yoongi vibes ahhh my heart)

Of course, he has his headphones on. Not surprising.

He’s pretty calm when he does his schoolwork, and his focus is just wow

So, don’t expect him to pay attention to you that much. Again, not surprising.

If you have an actual question though, I think you can ask him!

He’ll help you out, but be wary of the sass and teasing.

It’s highly possible for him to annoy the shit out of you before you guys solve the problem, btw.

If you have chips with you, he’ll take some without asking permission smh but he’s so idufhsdbkfhda can you really say no?

You can get back at him by repetitively calling him “Tsukki”.

“Cut it out.”

“No can do, Tsu~ Kki!”

Emphasize! the! syllables! because he probably lowkey thinks it’s kinda cute

Unless he doesn’t and he throws the blanket at your face to shut you up

Don’t annoy him when he’s in a bad mood, okay?

He’ll really appreciate it if you give him space on those days

But he’ll also appreciate it so so so much if you’re the one who hands him his usual drink.

Despite being the person who could really rile you up the most

He’s actually nice... in his own way!

Lev and Hinata’s “Quiet” Pile of Pillows:

What am I even saying?

There’s nothing quiet about that part of the living room.

Lev and Hinata like studying in their “own kind of comfort”

And that is with their “study” blankets―they have separate ones for sleeping―on the floor and their pillows on top.

They study with the TV on

A series on Netflix is playing the entire time.

Nobody minds, really, because for some reason, most of you can study with some noise in the background. Those who can’t, however, just listen to music on their own.

They have hot or iced chocolate―depends on their mood―made either by you, Akaashi, or Kuroo.

You never asked Bokuto to do it again. Never again.

One time, he made the mistake of giving the “kids” coffee, and well, was that some night.

Lev and Hinata have common classes, so they work on some of their assignments together.

Expect them to be very excited when they get something right and very frustrated when they can’t understand what they’re doing.

Probably just a spot for you to take a quick break, maybe lie your head down on Lev���s favorite pillow to annoy him.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to share, but because you just took it right out of his lap.

They’ll be really happy kiddos if you join them! Please give these babies the attention they need.

Also, it helps to give them snacks to shut them up.

Bokuto’s Spot on the Couch:

That became his permanent spot after Akaashi sent him there because of that one time that big baby reaaally got on his nerves.

He has a pillow supporting his back as he leans against an armrest, legs stretched out in front of him and laptop on his, well, lap. HAHAHA sorry

He also likes working with the TV on, so it was a suitable place for him.

Bokuto’s drink would either be a can of soda or a protein shake.

Keep your phone on standby.

You have to take a pic of the pouty face he makes when he doesn’t get something.

He’s so cute he can have my heart-

“Akaashiiiii~ Why won’t you help me out?”

Akaashi would remind him that not only was he a year higher, but he also had a different major.

*cue Bo’s emo mode with matching droopy hair fml he’s literally so cute*

He gets distracted easily because he never puts his phone on silent

Probably chats with Konoha idk

Or gets carried away watching game highlights.

He already startled all of you a few times.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH. DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. THAT WAS SO GOOD.”

“Bokuto-san-”

If you choose to go to him, he can’t really help you with the paper you’re writing.

However, he gives THE BESTEST HUGS!

I think a lot of us agree that he’s a walking heater, so getting a hug from that beefy boi? Especially when it’s cold?

H E A V E N

Or that’s just me being biased, but is it really just me?

I love him.

Kuroo’s Kitchen Kounter:

Now, I’m definitely sure I’m being biased because- I mean- JUST-

One of the kitchen counters faces the common living area where everyone is spread out.

Imagine walking from wherever you were previously just staring at your laptop with that constant 132 words plastered on the corner of the screen and you’re well-aware that it has to be 2000 by tomorrow

And seeing business-related major Kuroo, sitting on a stool, immersed in his work, Excel sheets and documents being the only inhabitants of his laptop screen?

I’m literally giving myself away I-

He has glasses on and he’s tapping the end of his pen on his chin and at this point I’m hyperventilating

THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE CONCENTRATES

From time to time, he would swivel the stool around, take a sip of the black iced coffee he always brews at night, and eat whatever snack was available (e.g. chips, popcorn, sandwiches, instant noodles, sometimes asks Bokuto to make another protein shake, etc.)

He doesn’t really listen to music and can easily drown out the noise on his own because he concentrates so much.

You can always count on him to entertain you

Because despite the amount of focus he puts into his homework and problem sets, he also wants any excuse to tear his eyes of his screen.

He’s good at papers, so he can help you with that in the best way he can

Also asks if you would like to take a break and grab a snack with him

And can be a flirt if he’s in the mood, but when he’s tired, he has a soft and sleepy smile (except he’s not really sleepy because of the coffee, he’s just not putting that much effort)

Although he will annoy and provoke you while the two of you are on break

He’s the best person to cry to when you’re really stressed out.

I want him.

Akaashi’s Atelier:

He literally owns the dining table, his work neatly spread out.

I can almost imagine him studying architecture

But nah I guess he just really likes practicing how to capture anything and everything he can observe

And by capturing, I really mean that there’s a pile of photos there somewhere.

Afterwards, he draws them, paying attention to every detail.

He finishes schoolwork before any of you do.

His concentration surpasses that of Kuroo’s, no joke.

You can’t disturb him when he’s working on his academic requirements, so come back later when he’s sketching the hours away.

If you want to do your paper beside him though? Go.

His concentration is not only top tier but also contagious.

He’ll share the dining table, but only to you and, occasionally, Kuroo.

Bokuto? Only if he’s super emo.

Akaashi’s really nice!

He’ll initiate a conversation with you if you’re taking a break and he’s just on his sketchbook or experimenting with graphic design or something.

If you want to see a passionate but shy Akaashi, ask him what he’s working on.

I just know his eyes will literally light up.

He might be drinking tea, mint tea?

Water most of the time, but he always smells like mint and fresh laundry ahhh be still, my heart

Go to him if you really want to be productive and not get distracted by anything else because his eyes and the way he’s so into what he’s doing might actually be what distracts you

He is the epitome of grace under pressure, such a beautiful human being ha ha ha I wish

Kenma’s Den:

Well, what did you really expect?

Nah, kidding.

Kenma’s the only one in his room because he’s probably streaming.

His audience is mostly up at night, so yeah.

He definitely has ramen, chips, and soda

Which he’s willing to share with you as long as you don’t mess his game up don’t try I swear

Tbh, it’s actually really comforting to stay in his room especially when you’re really stressed out.

You can rest your eyes and take a quick nap.

He knows that he should wake you up after fifteen minutes, so don’t worry about sleeping through the night without finishing your paper.

He’s so sweet please

It’s so comforting to hear his fingers tapping away, a literal lullaby that gets you every time.

At some point, some people probably caught you slipping under his duvet IT WAS YOUR FIRST LOWKEY SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA

Which lasted for just an hour because Kenma’s viewers knew him enough to know what his facial expressions meant

He definitely can’t help you with your paper. Such a busy boi.

But if he’s in the lobby that’s what you call it, right? of whatever game he’s playing, he’s willing to listen to your rants.

A quiet listener, but you know that he genuinely cares about you.

Massage his shoulders if you can! He likes that.

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chapter 8 ~ the party...

A/N: im sorry for the chapter seeming very rushed and quick. i was mad at myself for taking forever of chapter 2 of positions but get ready for chapter after chapter coming up as a holiday gift :) also thank you guys so so so much for 400 followers and im sorry i’m saying my thanks now. it really means a lot to me :’) i hope u guys are still here and thank u for reading :)

Category: fluff

CW: cannabis use; consumption of alcohol; mentions of sex

Word Count: 2360

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Spencer's POV~

We had the whole weekend planned: go fishing, read by the lake, walk through the forest and appreciate nature in all its beauty. But in a bittersweet turn of events, it ended up raining the whole time. So we ended up spending our time inside, reading to y/n in the afternoon while she sipped on her coffee, going out to the balcony at night and look at the stars because that was when the clouds would pull apart until the day came where we woke up to the peaceful sound of rain hitting the windows and the roof. I rambled on and on with what I knew about space and constellations as she let the sensations of the blunt or joint she rolled up take over her body, relaxing her.

As the weekend went on, after the first night, I didn't know what I felt about her. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. The way she spoke was like poetry to my ears. When we smoked and just lay out on the couch, the way she would explain her thoughts gave me butterflies. This was all really new to me, falling for a girl and having some kind of a chance that it could happen. Was there a chance there? I'm a profiler and I can read people by their micro expressions, especially when someone's in love. But with her, I couldn't even read her micro expressions. It bugged the hell out of me, but I would let it out through cuddles that happened naturally and little kisses that'd happen out of nowhere.

On the last night, it was pouring down rain, harder than it would the last couple of nights where it would only sprinkle. We had made some popcorn and y/n thought of the idea to listen to old time radio ghost stories that were then put out on the internet as podcasts. While it was playing, she grabbed her grinder and looked inside. We had pretty much finished the last of our stash this morning for what she called a "wake'n'bake", which was definitely a great way to start the day. She quickly grabbed the bong from the kitchen counter and started packing it with what I thought was nothing.

"What are you doing, silly?" I asked.

"Just packing a kief bowl." She said, very nonchalant.

I gave a confused look, then she rolled her eyes and explained, bringing the grinder closer to me. "See all this? This has all the different strains we smoked. With all of this mixed together, we'll be really really gone."

She continued to pack the bowl as I sat there ready. She grabbed the lighter when she was done and explained how she'll smoke half and I'll take the other. I watched as she put the top around her mouth. A huge cloud exhaled out of her as she moved her head up to the ceiling, which then after started coughing up a storm. I offered her water but she pushed it away, trying to say she was fine.

We continued to smoke bowl after bowl a few more times until there was nothing left in grinder. Y/n nuzzled her head onto my chest as we lay on the couch, letting those tingles intensify our senses and our minds wonder. She was right, this was probably the most high I've felt before. Every movement we made was slowed down and I could see that my arm was as if it was split in two, but was transparent like a ghost. I could barely even move as the sensations were too overwhelming in the best way possible, let alone try to figure out if this was what being this high was like or really how the brain can do this, but I also wasn't really trying either and let the waves relax me.

As I played with her hair, I couldn't pay attention to the episode because all of my thoughts were of her. I wanted this all the time, the stillness and calmness that brought peace and happiness to the atmosphere-that she brought to our atmosphere. I wanted her to feel safe in my arms and never let go. Getting to know her like this on a deeper level ever since we first met made me fall in love with her everyday we were together bit by bit. I never want to let go of her.

"Do you ever have the fear of giving your heart to someone?"

Her question shocked me, breaking the process in my head. I didn't know what to say but, "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever given your heart to someone, doesn't even have to be romantically, giving them you're all and love and care, to then suddenly watch them break it bit by bit as if they're breaking down the wall that you had built for yourself, instead of you taking each brick off piece by piece and handing it to them?"

There was silence. No words that I could think of could answer a question like that.

"I've given my heart away to so many people, and I don't know why they break it every time." She moved to where she used her elbow for support in between me and the couch. "Spence, I wish we could stay like this forever. I have these feelings for you that I never really, or truly, felt for another person before. Even though we've only known each other for a short time, I think I'm in love with you. There's just something about you that makes me feel safe. For the first time, it's like all my walls fall when we're together, I have this feeling of giving you my all, my care and support, my love. All of it. I want you, Spencer. And, this feeling I have about all of my protection crumbling down, I'm only just a little bit scared of letting it break."

I pulled her in and kissed her. I let my lips do all the talking, telling her how much I loved her, too and now nothing was going to break her down. We pulled away and she gave me a look of confusion and happiness, as if she was scared to let the happiness show through.

"I feel the same way. Exactly, the same way," I said, "I'm in love with you, too, and it's all new to me also. You're like a beautifully written poem, y/n. I could listen to you day and night and never get tired of it. You have a beautiful mind that I want to explore each and every day. I never want to let you go. Will you stay...with me?"

This time she pulled me in after a moment of pause. Our lips crashed like fireworks, yet moved together in perfect tempo. Without breaking, she moved on top of me slowly. I let my hands wonder all over her body as she cupped my face. We were passionate. We were needy. We were in love. Everything was perfect, and everything felt right.

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Y/n's POV~

You two had left pretty early in the morning for your adventure back to D.C. Somehow, both of you couldn't sleep at all, even though you were pretty well gone to the point of passing out, so you decided you’ll leave at 5am so then hopefully you’d get back in the afternoon. The whole ride, Spencer held your hand, no matter who was driving. I'm in love. You couldn't wrap your brain around it, but for the first time, it felt like your heart knew better than your head. Nothing about this felt wrong. You had found the one that you had been looking for my whole life. Nothing was going to pull you away from him, and you were not going to allow that in the slightest.

On your way back, Rossi called about meeting up tonight at the bar for drinks, which kind of ruined your plans to stay in and cuddle, but you both figured it'd be nice to see them again. You told him we'd be there and hung up. The rest of the ride was just you listening to Spencer ramble about books he's read in last month. You forgot this man can finish books in half an hour, so the fact that he read more books in a month than the average person was astonishing. He talked about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Oscar Wilde and their beautiful works of literature, and you never drifted off to sleep once, your mind didn't even wonder as his soothing voice was in the background. It's quite beautiful hearing someone talk about something they're passionate about.

When you got back to the city, you went to your place so you can grab my things. You told Seth that you’d be back officially tomorrow, gave goodbye kisses to your children, and went back to Spencer's, where you both freshened up and got ready for night. You had an adorable shower that turned just a bit quite naughty. You talked about how you both wanted to tell the others, and while you said you were fine if you told them now, Spencer's response was very well said. "They're very nosy, so I always thought I'd just keep it secret until I felt ready. But this is different. We're on vacation, so Hotch isn't going to have 'the talk' with us until we're back at work. It feels right, everything feels right with you."

Once you were done getting ready, you headed to the bar, where you were told specifically where to park (Garcia had texted saying that she's friends with the owner and that she'd make sure they were safe. She also mentioned that an uber was going to pick them up at around 1am to go back to her place to pass out. She was, for sure, the mom of the group. More than Jj was at that). Right away, you saw the gang sitting in a corner booth, and once they saw Spencer was holding your hand, they all either were speechless with their jaws sitting on the table or ran up to you and gave hugs and congrats. Morgan had to pull Garcia away from you so you could sit down, which thankfully for her, you ended up sitting right in between her and Spencer, so her arms went right back around you.

"How much has she had already?" You asked laughing.

"Well, she started with jager." said Morgan

"Jager?!" You was shocked. "Did she drink the whole bottle?"

"You'd think," said Rossi from the other side of the table. He sat in between Hotch and Emily, drinking his bourbon before continuing to speak, "she's only had two glasses."

"You guys definitely seem to be where the party's at then, huh?"

"You can never go wrong on us for a party." said Emily.

Spencer ordered you two some beers and a couple of vodka shots each. The music wasn't so loud to where you had to yell over one another, but the sound of classic rock filled the building top to bottom. You clanked your shot glasses together and took the shots before taking a sip of your beer as a chaser.

"Look at you, kiddo," Rossi said to Spencer, "where's the Spencer that would get an ice tea or a shirley temple instead of...a beer and shots?"

"Yeah, you can't tell me that all this of this started happening that night at Garcia's?" asked Jj.

The two of you made eye contact and were silent for a moment before bursting out laughing. "So it DID start at my place," said Garcia, "I knew it! I'm such a good cupid." She danced happily in her spot which made everyone giggle.

"You are magic, baby girl." said Morgan.

"So, how did it happen?" asked Hotch, "Don't worry, I'm not your boss tonight but we will have to discuss this once our vacation is over."

"Right," You said nervously, "Well, we hung out after that night after we woke up at Garcia's, and then the next day we went up to my family cabin in Michigan for the weekend, and...that's where we confessed."

"And the rest is history!" said Spencer, sounding like a little kid as he tried to hide the amount of excitement he had.

"Well, we're happy for the both of you," said Morgan as he got up from the table, "I think that calls for a round of celebratory shots, since pretty boy over here has proven in the past week that he can handle them."

When he came back with the shots, you all grabbed them from the tray that the bartender let him use and raised them high. "To having an uninterrupted vacation, and to y/n and Spencer!"

"Cheers!" You all said in unison before clanking them together and letting it go down the hatch. As the night went on, you drank and drank until you were all pretty drunk, even Rossi and Hotch, who you didn't think the whole team has ever seen them like before. When Garcia found out it was karaoke night, she grabbed a few of you, yourself and Spencer included, up to the stage where you sang-or slurred, really-changes by david bowie. Emily and Jj had their arms around each other to hold each other up, and Morgan and Garcia were hogging the mic from everyone, but the whole bar could still hear every one of you. You noticed Hotch in the crowd standing next to Rossi, his phone recording the moment so we wouldn't forget.

The last thing you remember was getting into the uber and Spencer being very touchy on the ride back, making sure that Emily, who sat in the passenger seat, didn't notice that anything was going on in the back. His fingers were ghosting your thighs as he whispered, 'The things I wish we could do right now' before his lips connected to neck.

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“Sorry they made you come out for something so stupid.” He mumbles, finally, in the elevator up to his apartment. “It’s not stupid.” “It’s 1am on a sunday, I’m pretty sure you had better things to do than pick up a beat-up co-worker and buy him his drugs.” He shoots her a quick glance as they get out on his floor. “I’m gonna pay you back for those, of course.” She doesn’t even acknowledge it, because they both know he can’t afford it. “It’s actually 12:30, and my partner needed my help. So there’s definitely nothing better to do with my time.”

---*---

Amy is Jake’s emergency contact on his medical file, which makes sense if you think about them as the lovey-dovey couple that they are now. She has been his emergency contact since two months after he’d met her, which makes less sense, until you realise that she is reliable, comforting, supportive Amy, and he is Jake, and he has never not been yearning for her attention just a little bit.

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 “Jesus Christ, Jake. I know you’re bad at paperwork, but this is a horror show.”

 Amy rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands, trying to stare down the little stars that appear in her vision from doing so. Jake, across the room on his worn-down couch, eating something very sweet and very crumbly - a cannoli, maybe? it was gone too fast for Amy to recognise - simply shrugs.

 “You don’t have to do it, Ames, you know that.”

 She does. She knows. She offered, after all.

 Maybe it was too early for something like this, anyway. They’d been officially together for barely a month, a stage where most other couples would still be discovering each other’s little likes and dislikes and trying to hide some imperfections from the other. Definitely not the stage of going through their partner’s chaotic mountain of very personal paperwork and files. Yet here she is, sorting through insurances (the rare few that Jake actually has, mostly because he’s legally required to), licenses, bills and Academy certificates.

 It was a mess that had Amy’s fingers itching every time she saw it, she reasons, and nothing they’d done in their month together really fit the usual trajectory of a relationship anyway, based on the fact that they already knew each other like the back of their hands. So when Jake had groaned about another forgotten bill from the mail tub that Amy forced him to steadily work through every time she came over, she’d offered to get things straightened out for him once and for all.

 She’s not sure if she regrets it now. Thumbing through a pile of loose papers that turn out to be several medical records from his injuries as a rookie cop, she realises that maybe this is a bit too personal, a step too close for what they have so far. Would she be willing to share this kind of information with a boyfriend of four weeks? she wonders as she skims over a page detailing the frankly insane amount of medication he was supposed to take after another week-long stay at the hospital. She’s quite sure he took barely half of it, gritting his teeth and moaning about stupid doctors instead, even though she didn’t know him back then - she knows him too well now not to immediately picture a slightly younger Jake with a list of weird-sounding pills he couldn’t pronounce and a giant frown on his face at the pharmacy.

 “I don’t have to- I mean, I can stop. If you don’t want me to do this.”

 Jake, finished with whatever he was eating, leans back on the couch to face her at the tiny table in his kitchenette. He gives her the patented Peralta-grin, the sweetness only heightened by some leftover cream-filling (definitely a cannoli) on his right cheek. She has half a mind to get up and lick it off, but she’s blocked in by paper piles all around her.

 “And keep Amy Santiago from a chance to file paperwork? Pretty sure that’d be grounds for a break-up. I’m surprised you haven’t run out to buy me a filing cabinet filled with all sorts of folders and tabs and whatnot.”

 She lets her eyes drop back down to the papers in her hands, trying hard not to show him the blush creeping onto her face. She had been making a mental list of what binders she should buy to really get this in order.

 “I’m just saying, if you don’t want me to see some of this- it’s very private information-”

 “Babe.” He still grins, and Amy thinks about how that pet name has settled between them far too quickly and far too comfortably as well. “Pretty sure nothing in that mountain of papers is any more embarrassing than all the stuff you already know and tease me about all the time.”

 “True. It’s not like I’m going to find out here why you think using the same soap for your dishes and your shower routine sometimes is an okay thing to do.” She grins back before filing away another old medical record, suddenly getting stuck on one little line at the top of it. “Jake, please tell me Stevie Schillens is      not     still your emergency contact.”

 “What? No. Of course he isn't. They make you update your info with every promotion at work.” That alone tells her that if ‘they’ didn’t, Jake would definitely still have a co-worker from his starting days on his files rather than, say, his current sergeant or a close friend. She shuffles through a few papers to find a more recent record.

 “Who is it, then? Might be good to update again and reconsider, promotion or not. Your mom is like half an hour’s drive away if anything happened, Terry can’t really get away from his family if it’s after hours. I wouldn’t trust Charles not to break down worse than you if he ever gets a call, and Rosa- I guess she’s responsible enough, but she might hurt you more for giving out her phone number-”

 “Really, Ames?” His voice is so soft from the couch, and when she finally looks up again, his face has that strange tilt to it, between affectionate and amused. As if she’d just said the most ridiculous, yet adorable thing in the universe. As if the answer wasn’t completely obvious.

 She looks down again at the paper she picked up, a medical report from a while ago, and as she reads the little line on top, she remembers.

-*-

 “Amy Santiago?”

 “This is she.”

 The voice down the line is as foreign as the number on her cell had been when she picked it up. She didn’t get many calls on her private phone anyway, apart from her family, and they were not the kind of people who’d call her at midnight on a saturday.

 “This is NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital. We’re calling on behalf of Jake Peralta? You’re listed as his emergency contact, but there is no additional info on your status-”

 She’s up off the couch and into her bedroom to change into jeans before the nurse on the line can even finish.

 “I’m his partner. Work. Partner. We’re detectives. NYPD.” Amy almost barks down the line while wedging the phone between her shoulder and ear to pull down her sweatpants. Jake would obviously carry his badge even when he wasn’t on duty like tonight, but maybe they hadn’t found it, maybe he hadn’t been able to give them that info... and while it was slightly upsetting to think about, she knew that the hospital would give fast-tracks and special treatments to active cops, and if that was something that could help him now, the morality of it all didn’t matter one bit to her. “What’s happened? Is he- is Jake okay?”

Obviously he’s not, you idiot, he’s in the hospital and not present enough to give them any information so they have to call his emergency contact, that is the furthest from okay that he could be-  

 Her inner scolding is interrupted by the very calm, very soothing voice of the nurse.

 “He should be fine. He was brought in ten minutes ago. Somebody assaulted him, but a nearby officer intervened and called for an ambulance. We just needed to check because his files are very… incomplete.” Amy hears the rustling of paper and the slight distaste tinging the nurse’s voice and makes a mental note to sit down with Jake and make him update all his information as soon as possible. “And he’s not clear enough to answer any questions due to the painkillers. Are you aware of any allergies or problems that could arise from medications? He doesn’t need surgery, but we have to treat some lacerations and other wounds.”

 “He’s not on any permanent medications. He had to take Vicodin and Heparin after a surgery four months ago.” She replies immediately and without a doubt, remembering her last trip to the hospital with him while she slips into a jacket and checks her bag for her purse and car keys. “Oh, he has asthma, but hasn’t had an attack in years, so he doesn’t use his inhaler regularly or anything. And he’s allergic to bees, but I don’t think that matters?”

 “No.” the nurse almost chuckles. “But the rest is very helpful to know, thanks. Will you be able to arrange for someone to monitor him for the next 24 hours? Otherwise we’ll need to prepare a room for him. He keeps saying you’ll pick him up, but we weren’t sure-”    “I’m on my way.”

-*-

 She speed-walks to the front desk of the emergency room not ten minutes later.

 “Hello. My name is Amy Santiago. I’m here for Jake Peralta - he was brought in twenty minutes ago?”

 “Ah! The lovely lady detective.” The nurse - it’s a different one from the phone call, she can tell from the voice - gives her a weird sort of smile. “Yes, he’s been asking for you non-stop. But the painkillers should have worn off by now, so he might be more coherent.”

 She tries to ignore that comment, she really does. But it’s not easy.

 “The doctor’s going over aftercare with him, so he might be a few more minutes. You can take a seat if you’d like.”

 Amy glances over to the waiting area, full of people even at this time of night, before turning back to the desk. “Uhm, the nurse on the phone said he needs to be monitored for 24 hours - do you know why? Is there anything I need to be aware of?”

 The lady gives her a once-over before another strange smile, like she knows more than Amy does (which, logically, in this situation she does, but it feels like she knows something else, too).

 “He’s had a minor concussion. Nothing to worry about, but he might be a bit disoriented or woozy, so it’s best not to leave him alone. And if he throws up or feels faint, you should bring him back immediately. He has a check-up appointment to remove his stitches in three days. Everything else you need to know will be on his report.”

 “Sure.” Amy nods, and hopes that Jake doesn’t lose track of that report on his way from the examination room to the waiting area - it wouldn’t be the first time he manages to lose paperwork in record time. She gives the still smiling nurse another nod before finally heading to sit down and pull out the crossword puzzle she was halfway done with when she got the call.

 “Hey.”

 “Oh! Hey!” Amy practically drops her puzzle and jumps from her seat in the waiting room once she sees him standing in front of her.

 Jake looks a mess. His leather jacket is ripped on one shoulder seam, and his jeans are covered in grime. There’s an awful lot of blood on his hoodie - probably from his nose, which is covered in a bandage - and his face is more red-bruised than pale in most places. There’s another, bigger bandage over a stitched-up gash across his left cheekbone, the accompanying eye blood-shot, and his lip is split in at least two places.

 “You look like hell.” She blurts out before thinking and immediately scolds herself, but it actually earns her a little laugh.

 “You’re looking lovely as well, Santiago.” His eyes wander over her messy ‘I had to get here in under ten minutes on a saturday couch night’ look, including a steadily unraveling hair-bun and oversized sweater.

 “Sorry, I mean-”

 “S’alright.” He drops into the seat next to her and winces. More bruises, Amy thinks.

 “What happened?” She sits back down as he leans forward, only now noting the clipboard and pen in his hands (which are equally roughed up, knuckles worn down, with scabs already forming. Whatever had happened, he sure hadn’t given in easily).

 “Some big-shot guy whose dealer I arrested last week spotted me coming out of a bar. Decided the best way to deal with his crippling drug addiction was to beat the shit out of the cop who’d cut off his supply. He was, like, a giant of a dude.” Jake puffs up his chest and raises his arms to show the supposed size of the man, and Amy can only nod. “Luckily he was too stupid to check for surveillance on the very public street we were on, and there was a beat cop on the corner who cuffed him pretty quickly.” He looks down again at the clipboard, and tries to scratch his nose before remembering there’s a bandage in the way. “He also called an ambulance, which I think was a bit over the top, but I couldn’t really breathe to tell him no.”

 Amy gives him a quizzical look, and he sighs before explaining.

 “Fucker punched me in the chest so hard I had an asthma attack.”

 She snorts. She doesn’t want to, but it’s not really something you can stop, even as she clutches her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

 “I’m sorry, Jake, I shouldn’t- it’s not funny-”

 “Well.” He grins at her, far softer than usual, but that might just be to not upset his split lip. “It is a little bit funny, I guess.”

 “Do you have an inhaler at work? You should take one with you, you know, even if you haven’t had problems for a while, you never know when they show up again, case in point, and people might not know what to do - maybe I should get an inhaler too, for when we’re working together, and make sure Charles knows how-”

 “Hey.” He interrupts her verbal stream of consciousness by holding the clipboard up to her, and she grabs it reflexively the same way she does when he sneakily slips her his unfinished paperwork. “Can you help me fill out these stupid forms? I think I’m still a bit high from whatever they gave me back there, or maybe I just don’t know half of these words anyway.”

 She grabs the pen from him as well, clicks it twice, and gets to work. She doesn’t even have to ask him about most of the fields he’s left blank, and after a minute or two, the file is full with both his chicken scratch and her perfect handwriting. She’s filled out so many of these forms for him before, she could probably do it in her sleep. Which would be quite a worrying thought if it wasn’t so weirdly sweet at the same time - she realises that he has never, not once, asked anyone else for a ride to the hospital for work injuries, at least when he had the choice (and luckily, he was barely ever so hurt that he couldn’t, that any one of them had to jump into the back of the ambulance with him, but most of those times it was her as well).

 “Here.” She hands the file back to him. “Get that to the nurses, and we can go back to your place so you can catch up on sleep. Do you have your medical report?”

 He nods and swaps it for the clipboard in her hand in a well-set routine they both know, getting up to hand it in while she does a quick read through. There are not that many after-care instructions - the usual things for concussions she’s aware of, a healing balm for the bruising, replacing the bandages regularly, and another truckload of painkillers and medicine. The doctors sure do seem to love pumping him full with it whenever they get a chance, and he sure does love to ignore them and not take any of it. She still makes a mental note to swing by the pharmacy on their way home to pick it all up when he gets back and gestures for her to leave.

 He does a dramatic turn and bow to say good-bye to the front desk as they pass it, earning himself a giggle from the ladies and swaying only a little after he gets back up. Amy has her hands around his elbow immediately, steadying him and leading him outside - they did say he would be woozy - and the nurse gives her another one of those smiles. She’s still not quite sure if she likes them or not.

-*-

 They stop at the late-night-pharmacy as planned - Jake obeys orders to stay in the car to make it all quicker, but insists on getting a bag of sour gummies as a reward, and Amy sighs as he tears into it right away, probably covering her whole passenger seat with the powder - but the rest of the drive stays quiet. It feels more concerning to Amy than it should. He’s a blabbermouth at the best of times, should be even more so after being loaded up with painkillers and coming down from the adrenaline high of a fight, asthma attack and hospital treatment all at once. But right now he seems utterly silenced, fidgety and... nervous.

 “Sorry they made you come out for something so stupid.” He mumbles, finally, in the elevator up to his apartment.

 “It’s not stupid.”

 “It’s 1am on a sunday, I’m pretty sure you had better things to do than pick up a beat-up co-worker and buy him his drugs.” He shoots her a quick glance as they get out on his floor. “I’m gonna pay you back for those, of course.” She doesn’t even acknowledge it, because they both know he can’t afford it.

 “It’s actually 12:30, and my partner needed my help. So there’s definitely nothing better to do with my time.”

 He mumbles something else as they step through the door, but she doesn’t catch it. She helps him slip out of his jacket instead, reminds herself to google a good tailor that works with leather as she notices the ripped shoulder while hanging it up and turns around to look at the blood-stained hoodie he’s taking off.

 “I don’t think that thing is salvageable.”

 “Damn, and it was one of my favourites, too.” He pouts, playfully, before remembering his injured lip.

 “All your hoodies are your favourite.”

 “Am I not allowed to love them all equally?”

 Amy is already in his kitchen not answering that, instead bundling the hoodie up and into a trash bag she’s pulled from a shelf. She’ll take it down to the dumpster with her when she leaves tomorrow, or else he might try and wash it.

 “You don’t have to do all this, you know.” Jake says as she walks past him to put the bag on the front mat. “I can take care of my clothes.”

 “Sorry.” She halts and takes off her own jacket and shoes, instead. It’s a strange situation - they’re both used to Jake being a lot more inhibited from medication or alcohol when she literally has to bring him home, usually hanging onto Amy’s shoulders and babbling nonsense while she shuffles him into bed. But now he’s standing up all on his own, silent again, looking around the place as if he doesn’t know what to do in his own home with Amy as a not-quite-guest. Neither does she.

 Another beat of silence passes between them before Jake clears his throat and bumbles on.

 “You should- ...do you want something to drink? I think I still have some of that herbal stuff you brought-”

 “You should-” Amy starts at almost the same time, silencing them both again for another beat. “You should change out of these” she gestures to his dirty clothes “and put the balm on your bruises and get ready for bed. You’re gonna crash from the adrenaline soon.”

 It seems like he wants to say something else, but the silence is deafening by now, so he only nods and grabs stuff out of the pharmacy bag before heading to the bathroom.

 “I’m gonna grab a spare shirt for me to sleep in, if that’s okay?” She calls after him and only hears ‘Sure!’ before the door closes.

 Amy realises, as she turns around for the dresser in the one room apartment he inherited from Gina a while ago, that she’s never been here before without some medical emergency clouding her vision. She knew his old place - from a few late evenings working on case files (which he illegally took home, but neither of them mentioned that), and a movie marathon when he was extremely sick and had begged her over on her day off because he was convinced he was ‘going to die any minute’ and didn’t want the neighbours to find his ‘decomposing corpse later in the week’ - and he’d been over at hers far more times than she could count (her place was nicer, she had actual cable tv,, and a working kitchen for him to rustle around in for random late night snacks).

 But this apartment? It seems strangely foreign now, without a drunk or medicated Jake needing her help, without the usual distraction of getting him into bed, getting his shoes and jacket off, forcing him awake to take some aspirin and then settling down on the couch to his snoring. She feels like a guest instead, someone who doesn’t know if they’re allowed to sit down or get a drink from the kitchen without being invited. That’s nonsense, she thinks - she’s here to help like always, and there’s no way Jake would care if she turned his entire kitchen upside down and re-organised it or fell asleep on the couch right then and there.

 Loud grumbling and ranting from the bathroom pulls her out of her thoughts, before she can even decide to pick up the spare bedding set for the couch she knows he keeps in his closet.

 “Everything alright?” She knocks on the door, but barely waits for the angry ‘No!’ before opening it. Her breath catches.

 Jake’s in his pajama pants, and - that’s it. She can see the muscles in his bare back flex as well as the reflection of his front in the mirror, as he tries to bend around in some convoluted way to reach the large, purple bruise that travels from his waist to his back.

 “Stupid doctors and their stupid lotions and stupid ideas for people who can’t do yoga or some shit to reach their own back-” he mumbles, but Amy doesn’t hear much of it. She’s seen Jake shirtless before - you don’t go on stake-outs or undercover assignments without catching each other in different states of undress at some point - and every time has been a secret memory, quickly stolen and hidden somewhere deep in her mind, to be dusted off and remembered at the most inopportune times or when she feels particularly alone after a drink (or maybe four). This time will probably be no different, she thinks as she notes the soft trail of hair under his belly button, down to the sweatpants that definitely sit lower than any jeans she’s seen him shirtless in before.

 She has to act, she reprimands herself, before he notices, before he sees her staring or realises she’s blushing, so she steps up to the sink and pulls the tub of healing balm from his hands.

 “It’s not the doctors’ fault you always get injured in inconvenient places.” She answers his rant while dipping her fingers into the lotion and carefully applying it to the bruise, trying not to rub or press too hard for it to hurt.

 Jake doesn’t breathe the entire time her fingers are on his skin.

 “There you go.” Amy closes the little tub and puts it next to the sink, eyeing his bruised face and completely ignoring the flush that is hiding underneath it. “Lemme change your bandages before you sleep, too. You already got them dirty.”

 “I can do that-”

 “You’re going to rip it straight off and disturb your stitches, most likely.” Her hands are already at the corner of his cheek, carefully prying off the tape and strips, and he forgets how to breathe again.

 She replaces the bandages just as carefully and leaves him to the rest of his night time routine, filling a glass of water in the kitchenette and coming back with a packet of Vicodin at the same moment he steps out of the bathroom, finally pulling a shirt over his head.

 “You should take some painkillers before you sleep. It’ll help.”

 “Oh goodie.” He quips and eyes the water. “Drugs! Because the injuries totally weren’t caused because of somebody off their drugs!”

 “These are prescription drugs. It’s different. You know that.”

 He still stares warily at the package in her hand, but another shuffle forward from her and he grabs them and pops one into his mouth, grimacing after downing it (whether that grimace is for the medicine or the water he actually has to drink, she’s not sure).

 “Good boy.” Amy jokes, and he’s glad he’s already swallowed so he can’t choke on his water from hearing that. “Now get some sleep in. I’ll be down here on the couch if you need anything, or feel worse.”

 “Don’t go-” He stutters and stares right past her head at the aforementioned couch. “I mean, you don’t- you don’t have to sleep on the couch, I know how uncomfortable it is- you can sleep with me- I mean, in the bed, with me in the bed, I mean- there’s enough space- with the extra blanket- I don’t-”

 He interrupts his own rambling with a deep sigh and a ‘Jesus, Jake’ before Amy can stifle another giggle. He feels just as awkward with her here as she does, and it almost makes the whole thing more comfortable. They’ll just have to power through the nonsense and get back to their normal friendly behaviour, she reasons.

 “If you really don’t mind. I’m gonna get the stuff from the closet.”

 He’s already bundled up under his own covers when she comes back with the heap of blanket and pillows for her side of the bed.

 It’s not her side, of course, it’s just the part of the bed he’s freed up from his own duvet, and that she’s going to sleep on now for one night, but it’s not like they have sides in their bed like-

power through the nonsense, she repeats as she settles down and stares over at him. His eyes are closed, his breath already slowing down into a sleepy pattern, and despite all the bruising and bandaging, his face looks so soft when he’s asleep. It’s a sight she could definitely get used to.

-*-

 She remembers waking up the next morning, far too early for the late night they’d had. She remembers how wonderfully warm he was, hurt face buried in her shoulder and softly breathing across his shirt that she’d borrowed. She remembers her heart racing as she tried to untangle herself from the cuddling position their sleeping bodies had found themselves in, and she remembers the soft, quiet, confused ‘Ames..?’ when he woke up a few hours later and found the bed empty, with her already sitting at the tiny kitchen table she was sitting at right now.

 Looking back at the report of the night she just remembered, the little line of her name and phone number at the top seem to glare at her, scolding her for her stupid question about emergency contact changes. She can hear Jake quietly laugh before she looks up.

 “What, did you genuinely think you weren’t my first pick for emergencies?” Jake is still smiling at her, and she realises he obviously didn’t go down that little trip down memory lane with her. Maybe he was even still at the point of their conversation where Stevie Schillens was a viable option for an emergency contact as well. “Like, even without everything else going on with us… You love filling out forms, you’re responsible enough to actually take care of an emergency situation, and you know about all my stupid medical info better than me, because you keep driving me to the hospital from work.”

 “You’re saying you made a serious decision like this based on actual logical evidence instead of one of your ‘gut feelings’?” Amy’s eyebrow raises almost involuntary. Present-Jake, maybe. Past-Jake? Definitely not.

 Present-Jake can only shrug before scratching his nose, a subtle tell that she's identified by now for when he’s embarrassed, as if he’s trying to hide his face before speaking again.

 “Might’ve also liked the idea of having you in the ER with me... instead of a freaked-out Charles or something.”

 She smiles at what sounds like only half-explained truth and decides not to push it. She knows what he means, anyway. She knows, by now, that he would always ask the nurses for her when he was being treated, would always ramble on about her when blissed out on extra-strong painkillers, about how smart she was and how much she would help him and how much he hated hospitals, but not quite so much when he knew she was outside the room waiting for him.

 “Okay, but when exactly did you put me in as your emergency contact?” She puts down the last file and maneuvers around the stacks of yet unsorted papers to get over to him and the couch.

 “Eh, ‘bout two months after we were partnered up.”

 “Two- we didn’t even like each other then!”

 “Wrong. You didn’t like me.” Another nose-scratch before Amy can sit down next to him, cradling his face in her hand and smiling again at how quickly he leans into it.

 “Aw, babe. I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”

 “I mean, I didn’t like-like you then. Just for the record. I wasn’t that desperate, okay? I just thought you were... neat. And really good to have around for emergencies. Probably should’ve asked you. For all I know you would’ve stranded your annoying new partner at the hospital and pretended like you never heard of me.”

 “I would have never done that!” Amy glowers at him. “Just for the record as well. I would’ve absolutely taken care of you, even though I didn’t like you or found you super annoying.”

 “I know you’re trying to be nice right now, babe, but you’re really not doing it well.” Jake grins at her again, and she can’t help but pull him towards her to kiss that snarky grin away. It reappears as soon as her lips leave his, unfortunately, but it is decidedly less snarky and far more dopey.

 “And I did show up when they called me after that drug addict attacked you, remember? I was so worried when I got that call, because I didn’t even know I was your contact, and I thought something horrible must’ve happened that they had to call me. And then it was just a fist fight.”

 “Sorry.” He mumbles. “It was a really stupid reason to call an emergency contact. Shoulda filled my forms out better.”

 “Maybe.” She smiles as she strokes across his cheek, noting the tiny scar that is still there from the stitches he had to get. “But I’m glad they did, anyway. You would’ve tried to drive yourself home and clean your wounds with mouthwash, or something.”

 “Maybe.” He echoes with an equal smile. “You do make a better home-nurse than I would, I guess. Even though you were missing the sexy outfit.”

 He earns himself a punch to the arm for that before she goes back to playing with his hair, soothing him enough that he drops the joking facade.

 “I was really happy you showed up, by the way. And took me home. And didn’t leave.”

 “Again: I would’ve never left you or not taken care of you. We’re partners, for God’s sake. What would the Captain have said if he found out I left you home alone with a concussion after you asked me for help?”

 “Yep. Holt’s imminent disappointment. Definitely the only reason I hoped you’d stay.” His smile is crooked, but Amy only continues stroking through his hair, and it quickly turns the uncomfortable smile into a content sigh. “I was so… nervous. Because... you can probably guess that I did like-like you by then. Like, you were right here in my apartment, and I wasn’t out on painkillers, but I also wasn’t awake enough to like, entertain you or anything, and I was so worried that you were already annoyed because of the whole situation and I would do something or say something stupid, but you were still there, and then you helped me with the bandages, and the, the lotion, and I think I remember the worst invitation to my bed I’ve ever given anyone, and when I woke up I thought you’d finally left, but you were just in the kitchen, and I-” He sighs again, closing his eyes and leaning forward to rest his forehead against her shoulder. “I was always torn between wanting to kiss you and wanting to apologise for being so much trouble.”

 “God, we really were hopelessly lost on each other, weren’t we?” Amy chuckles, her hand now carding through the hair on his nape rather than the curls on top.

 “I was definitely hopeless, in every sense of the word. I think I’d rather describe you as oblivious.”

 “Ooooh, good word!” She happily praises him, before realising just how sad that statement of his actually was. He lifts his head again to look at her. “I... actually, I wasn’t really oblivious at all. I’d say I was just as hopeless as you. I just hid it a bit better.”

 “But you were always there.” He smiles at her, his head sideways now, leaning against the back of the couch, and it’s so soft and comforting and homely she wants to sink into him. “For every hospital trip I needed. Maybe that’s kinda why I made you my emergency contact too. I knew you’d come no matter what, and I knew you wouldn’t leave. Whether I annoyed you like crazy or we barely knew each other or we were already good friends or we were not quite on speaking terms due to all the awkwardness.”

 She leans her head next to him, her hands wrapping around his folded in his lap.

 “I’ve got your back. Always.” She whispers, and it’s a lot more than the supportive, yet simple promise of work partners. She thinks of the many times people had left him, the many things he’d been through alone, the lonely walks to an empty house or quiet cab rides back to a dark apartment, the dinner’s in the microwave notes and the sorry, can’t tonight texts, and the few times she has actually left him alone too, not knowing yet that when he was running off scared, what he really needed was someone to run after him and tell him it’s okay.

 Their relationship is only a month old, officially, but she knows that it’s far older than that. She knows that it’s been growing and changing for years, and she knows, in that moment, that it will grow for many, many years to come. For forever, maybe, if they’re lucky. But no matter what it will change into in the future - she also knows, without a doubt in her heart, that she’ll be there. The way he knows she would, the way he’s known since two months after they met.

[hatsukeii]

Hiii do you have any relationship Hc's for goshiki

Hmmm this is gonna take a bit, but I have some ideas in mind:D

Our weird bowl cut boy lol

He’s gonna be Shiratorizawa’s ace... someday.

I’m gonna split this to two parts, because I write long hcs and I wanna write out how you guys dealt with your feelings before actually dating.

👾Goshiki👾

✨Confession✨

- Really clueless at first.

- By really clueless I mean REALLY CLUELESS.

- When you joined the volleyball team as manager, he definitely tried to talk big, trying to give you a good impression of who is and why you “shouldn’t mess with him.”

- He refused to get close to you, despite your efforts in trying to get him to loosen up.

- “You’re just gonna be a distraction.”

- “I’m here to beat Ushijima and become the ace of Shiratorizawa, not make friends.”

- Ah yes, the typical no bullshit shounen anime protagonist that ends up somehow becoming the little brother of the team.

- And also ends up as a tiny crush for a certain someone.

- You don’t really know when you started noticing him that much. He was kinda just... there.

- But alas, seeing how determined he is to get to the top? Mad respect.

- Maybe with time that respect slowly became admiration and attraction.

- You wanna know how determined he is? Think Kageyama, but times ten.

- This bitch waits for everyone to leave the gym after practise, then continues to train his ass off for hours. I’m talking 4-5 extra hours of training.

- You only know this because you stay behind in the gym to clean up the equipment, and he doesn’t leave the gym when you do, which is about an hour or two after practice ends.

- Whenever you ask him when he’s leaving, he just waves you off halfheartedly, usually muttering a casual “I’ll be leaving soon, don’t worry.”

- And if you think that’s it? Oh nononono.

- There has been one instance where you saw him passed out.

- Like Goshiki trained so hard he just blacked out due to exhaustion.

- How you found him?

- Well,

- Your dumbass left your textbooks in the gym, so you had to go back and retrieve it.

- It was like what, 8 in the evening, but the lights and air conditioning were still on.

- You were already weirded out, so you decided to be extra careful. You know how high schoolers are these days, who knows what they’re doing behind closed doors sometimes.

- You creak the doors open just a bit, taking a peep.

- And your eyes land on a motionless Goshiki just laying on the gym floor.

- That scene scared the shit out of you.

- You checked his pulse, and his breathing. To your relief, his pulse was still there, although it wasn’t as strong as it should be. However, his breathing was definitely shallower than usual.

- Thank god for that emergency treatment course you enrolled for last year. You knew how to treat Goshiki almost immediately, raising his legs and keeping them up with a stool you found. What you didn’t expect, was for him to not wake up even after 5 whole minutes of you checking on him.

- That time you literally called an ambulance.

- Needless to say you definitely scolded him when he woke up, before forcing him to eat and drink something.

- Turns out for the past months or so, he’s been training for an extra 4-5 hours a day, without enough food or water to replenish himself.

- It would be about 9-10pm when he got home, where he had to finish his homework and finally get some food in his system, mostly leftovers. When he’s done with homework, it would be around 1am, which would be when he actually cleans up and hauls his ass to bed.

- He has to wake up at 5am for morning practise.

- You were about to punch him when he told the doctor all that.

- Since that worrying experience, you’ve forced Goshiki to leave the gym after a maximum of two hours.

- You walked him to the bus station after every single practise, just to make sure he doesn’t pass out.

- (And also to stare at him while he listens to music and tosses the ball occasionally, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

- Goshiki honestly appreciates the walks to the bus stop and the casual conversations you guys can hold.

- And to be honest, he was pretty surprised you’d actually go along with what you said in the hospital and “Walk him home every single day until he’s done with volleyball in highschool.”

- These days you patiently wait for him to finish his extra practise, and set an alarm for 2 hours. Once those 2 hours are up, you’re dragging his ass out of the gym with his stuff all packed neatly. No buts, nope, don’t wanna hear it.

- Maybe it was the determination you had to make sure he was safe and healthy, or the dumb conversations you had every single day about mermaids getting laid and unicorns getting horny.

- Because with time, Goshiki eventually succumbed to his feelings and admitted to himself.

- He had fallen for you. Hard.

- And there was nothing he could do about it.

- Except,

- Avoid you as much as he could.

- Poor little Goshiki was so clueless that he thought avoiding you would eventually cause his feelings to just disappear like how my dad went to get the milk.

- Whenever he saw you in the hallways, he’d just blush and walk the other way, even if it was the opposite direction of where he was supposed to be going.

- Nope, no fist bump, hi five, nothing.

- Alas, he couldn’t avoid you much anyways, since you were the manager for the volleyball team, and you also persisted on walking him to the bus stop every single god damned day.

- All he could do was try and muster up the driest possible responses to anything you said.

- “So, how was practice? You feeling anywhere near as powerful as Ushiwaka yet?”

- “Eh, it was okay.”

- “You want something to eat or drink? We can go to that boba store around the corner from last week and get something.”

- “Nah, I’m good.”

- You were weirded out, to say the least.

- Since when did Goshiki pass on boba?

- “Oi, Tsutomu, are you feeling okay? You’re acting a bit odd.”

- You raised your hand to his forehead, feeling the warmth on your palm as Goshiki flared 50 different shades of red.

- “U-uh, my stop��s there, I’ll see you tomorrow bye-” he rambled, stuttering over his words before zooming towards the wrong station.

- “What just happened?”

- All Goshiki could do was get home as quick as possible, finish all his work, eat up, clean himself, and just scream into his pillow.

- “I’ve been avoiding her for so long, why is she still stuck in there?”

- He was being so blatantly obvious with avoiding you that the volleyball team eventually had to speak up.

- That went terribly.

- “Goshiki, why aren’t you focusing these days? Is there something troubling you?” -Shirabu

- “Plus, you haven’t even spared a glance at y/n, let alone talked to her. Aren’t you guys like best friends?” -Tendou

- “Goshiki do you like her?” -Ushijima

- Goshiki almost choked on his water.

- No, not almost. He definitely choked on his water.

- “What? ME? PLEASE! OF COURSE NOT!” -Goshiki, in denial, blushing

- “Seems like you do to us.” -Ushijima, as blunt as usual

- “Well then, you should’ve just told me Goshiki. I never knew you disliked me.” 

- Oh shi-

- Well isn’t it convenient? You were standing right there with volleyballs in hand when he decided to belt out that statement.

- For the next few weeks, you both avoided each other as much as you can. You even stopped walking him to the bus stop.

- Until the day before their match against Karasuno.

- At this point, Goshiki had had enough.

- This was troubling him to an extent already, and he also had the match to worry about.

- At the end of practice, he waited until all the members of the team (especially Tendou) left the gym, before harshly pulling you into the storage room, pulling you down to sit next to him on the floor.

- “What do you want Goshiki-”

- “I like you. That’s it.”

- What the hell.

- Your mouth hung open, you face and neck feeling hot, as he made his way back into the gym, practising yet again. All you could do was sit in the storage room, still not comprehending what had just happened.

- Not knowing how to deal with this, you grabbed your stuff, and made your way home as quick as you can, not wanting to deal with the situation at hand yet. You flop onto your bed once you reach your room, and scream into the pillow out of frustration.

- “Why did I do that? That was my chance, I blew it! I’m so stupid oh my god.”

- Goshiki was also being extra aggressive with the volleyballs too. By the time he had finished his extra practise, his palms were scathed and sore, red marks scattered all over.

- During the match agaisnt Karasuno, he was extra nervous, not wanting to screw up.

- But at the same time, the events of yesterday replayed in his mind like a broken record. The way you stared at him in shock, not even making a sound. How you left the gym as quick as it happened, not sparing even a glance at him. It made him regret ever befriending you in the first place. He should’ve known that this was bound to happen.

- This led to him being extra aggressive during the match. Both teams were shocked and quite frankly, a bit intimidated too.

- Goshiki was fueled by all his pent up rage against himself, a seemingly dark aura radiating off of him on the court. He was stupid. An absolute imbecile. A moron. An idiot that put his heart on his sleeve, not once thinking about the consequences it could bring.

- When coach Washijo decided to scream “if you’re gonna stare, at least stare at a damn girl” at him, he sneered so hard at him his face was about to become permanently contorted. Even his own coach, the spawn of satan, was taken aback.

- The fact that Shiratorizawa ended up losing did not help. At all. All that did was make his day even shittier.

- Until you finally told him you reciprocated his feelings.

- Not long after the loss, the team all went their own way home, feeling miserable about the game.

- Goshiki had his earphones in, walking towards the bus station, head hung low as he silently sobbed, feeling like absolute shit.

- You caught up to him, before basically engulfing him in a huge hug from behind, nuzzling your head into his shoulder, refusing to let go.

- He was flustered, to say the least. Frozen in place, tears continued to stream down his face in steady streaks.

- “I’m sorry for your loss today, and for yesterday too.”

- His eyes widened at your apology as he furiously wiped the hot tears, his eyes still slightly puffy and his nose still red.

- At this moment, Goshiki needed someone. Desperately. In one swift motion, he had turned around and held you with an iron grip, a hand pushing your head into his chest, his back hunched with his head in the crook of your neck as he cried, this time letting the sobs and whimpers become audible. His salty tears met your skin, rolling down to your collarbone.

- “So the reason why you’ve been avoiding me was because you liked me?”

- Goshiki nodded into your neck, still crying.

- “Well I’ve liked you since the start of the school year too, so don’t worry. I’m here for you.”

- Hearing that, he detached himself from your neck, staring at you, surprised at how calm you were and how dense he had been.

- “Wait for real?”

- You were in a hurry, since you promised to run some errands, so you did the first thing that popped into your mind.

- On your tiptoes, you gave his lips a quick peck, before running away, your face completely red.

- “For the record Tsutomu, we’re dating now I guess.”

✨Dating✨

- What a sweetie.

- At first, he’s super secretive with the relationship, not wanting people to find out.

- Especially not his parents. He would have hell personally sent to him in a cute little death package if they ever found out he was dating someone.

- He tried his best not to show any trace of him being in a relationship during practice.

- But alas, Tendou once sneaked up on you two holding hands at school and instantly knew.

- This redhead announced it to the whole team that you two were dating and you almost beat him up.

- Now, he’s opened up a lot more about this than when it first started.

- No, his parents still don’t know about you two.

- But his friends knew not to hit on you, and the volleyball team would constantly tease him when you walked by, making kissy noises and over the top fake moans. Tendou once shoved two balls up his chest just to imitate you. You looked over to see your third year senior with an ahegao face, two volleyballs unevenly shoved into his shirt as he skipped around. You stared in disgust, giving him a slight scowl before turning around and continuing with your shit.

- Needless to say his other balls were absolutely wrecked by Goshiki.

- Will spoil you so badly like damn.

- Occasional gifts from lil bowl cut is something you should definitely expect.

- Sometimes you’ll just randomly find a new pair of earrings or a new phone case on your desk with a note from him, while your classmates stare in awe and lowkey envy you from afar.

- Very, very frequent dates.

- I’m talking like every weekend, and sometimes even after school on friday.

- Dates planned by Goshiki aren’t ever extravagant or anything, but god damn do they make you feel blessed. Usually it’s just to a cute cafe, maybe a carnival, or a movie date.

- Dates planned by you though? Ohohohoho he was in for so much fun. I’m talking trampoline parks, amusement parks, gaming cafes, volleyball dates, all that fun shit.

- You would let him teach you how to play volleyball, and end up laughing your ass off at how incredibly bad you were while he kinda just gives up on teaching you and goofs around.

- Your hands running through his hair is literally the best thing he has ever felt no cap.

- Likes to cup your cheeks a lot, just to make you flustered.

- (Secretly loves it so much when he’s able to make you all blushy because oh my god you look so cute.)

- You’re not allowed to sleepover at his, nor is he allowed to sleepover at yours because strict parents!

- The rare times when your parents allow you to go “help your friend Goshiki study,” you guys actually do serious studying.

- Then right after that comes the cuddling.

- Okay let’s be real, Goshiki would probably be really awkward at the start.

- He’d probably try make sure you were comfortable, so his body would be twisted into some weird position.

- But he eventually found his favourite way to cuddle with you, in a way where both of you could just lay in peace comfortably without breaking your backs.

- Most times, he would lie sideways on his bed facing you. He’d snake one hand around your lower back, the other to your head as he pulls you in close, resting you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, which sped up every time you nuzzled against him.

- Cute.

- Will give you pecks on the lips every single morning when he first sees you, wherever he is.

- It do not matter to him how many people are watching, he do not care. At all.

- Holds your hand e v e r y w h e r e .

- He’s also very fond of forehead kisses.

- He just finds them so heartwarming and intimate in a non sexual way.

- Every time something was bothering you, or you were just breaking down because of how shitty life was, he knows exactly what to do.

- He’d pull you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head while drawing circles on your back with his fingers.

- If it was worse and you were crying, he likes to wipe your tears for you, kissing the stains on your cheeks, before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

- Loves it when you wear his hoodies.

- They’re oversized on you and oh my god sweater paws are the death of him. 

- You’re honestly relieved he’s not looking for anything sexual. 

- He’s too pure for that shit, keep his innocence.

- You made a promise to cheer for him wearing his jersey whenever he played in matches, and you’ve never broken it.

- PDA.

- SO MUCH PDA.

- This boy. He loves showing you off to his teammates so much.

- “I may not be as good as Ushijima at volleyball yet, but at least I’m not a crusty single bitch.” -Goshiki to some rando that insulted his skills and personality

- “You guys go look for your own plus ones to the school dance, I’m keeping y/n.” -Goshiki to his friends

- “Stop imitating her Tendou-san, it’s insulting to her. You’re too odd to get even close to imitating her accurately.” -Goshiki to Tendou who had volleyballs in his shirt and pants

- Please just protect him at all costs, he’s so precious.

Love how the request was for relationship hcs and I ended up writing more backstory lmaoo

Still hope you liked it though I worked on this for days xx🥺🥰

[elisela]

dead week buck x eddie, vermont verse, 750

for @zeethebooknerd who prompted “I’ll help you study” from the i love you list

--

“I’ll be home late,” Buck says, giving him a kiss on the threshold of the front door. “You and Chris will have to manage dinner without me.”

And then:

“Sorry, I’ll be late again,” Buck says, taking one of Chris’ yogurts from the fridge as Eddie holds out a package of PopTarts. “Don’t wait up.”

And then:

“Sorry—”

And a text:

I’ll be home around 9.

Eddie watches 10pm turn into 11pm and 12am give way to 1am before he finally falls into a restless sleep on the couch, silent phone clutched in his hand.

--

“Eddie,” Buck whispers, hand soft on Eddie’s shoulder, “hey, come to bed.”

It’s dark; disoriented, it takes him a moment to remember why he’s on the couch. “Wha time s’it?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes.

“Late,” Buck says. “Or early. I’m sorry, my phone died. Come on, Hen told me yesterday that she’d take Chris to school so we can sleep in a little.”

Buck’s hands are on him, pulling him off the couch, and the movement wakes him more. “Buck,” he says, taking a step back, “where’ve you been?”

Buck hesitates. “Finals are next week,” he says, “so I’ve been studying at the library on campus.”

He lets out a breath and reaches for Buck, pulling him into a hug. He didn’t think—Buck wouldn’t cheat on him, he knows that, but a part of him had started to wonder if he was bored with Eddie and Chris, and he’s relieved that this is all it is. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or study here?”

Buck leads them up the stairs and stops by the bedroom door, turning to face him. “It’s a little too distracting to study here,” he says.

He frowns. “You could just tell me to leave you alone.”

Buck sucks in a quick breath and purses his lips. “It’s not—that’s not the problem. I know you would.”

Eddie looks at him for a moment before reaching out and gently pushing him through the doorway. He pulls the blanket back and flops onto the bed, waits until Buck finishes kicking off his jeans and climbs in next to him. “I’ll help you study,” he offers, kissing Buck’s shoulder when he slides closer, pulling Eddie into his arms. “I miss you being home.”

There’s a pause, and Buck says, “okay. I’ll stay home tomorrow.”

--

“So it really wasn’t me,” Eddie says, leaning against the doorway to the office after making Chris leave for the third time in an hour. But we’re working together, Chris had protested, and Eddie can see how he thought that, because doing their homework together is a normal routine for them. But Chris talks and sings his way through it, and it’d taken Buck a few gentle attempts to get him to be quiet for Eddie to realize that it wasn’t going to change. So he’d shuffled Chris out of the office, closed the door, and directed him to do something else.

Only to have Chris sneak back up the stairs.

A phone call to Karen later, Chris had a bag of clothes packed up and was joining the Wilson family on their mini-vacation to Smuggler’s Notch; Eddie had felt bad for sending another kid with them, but Karen had assured him that Denny was going to ask Chris to come anyway, and the invitation had just gotten lost somewhere along the way.

Buck smiles ruefully at him. “No, but I didn’t want to say anything because he doesn’t mean to be distracting. I thought it might hurt your feelings.”

“Being told my kid can be a little obnoxious when you’re trying to get work done?” Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow. “Huh I can’t begin to imagine that, not like I’ve been trying to write a book with him around or anything.”

Buck laughs. “It’s different, you’re his dad.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, crosses the room and leans down to kiss him. “I’m going on a hike,” he says. “If I bring dinner home at six, is that a good time for a break?”

“Perfect,” Buck assures him.

--

“This is much better,” Buck says quietly. He’s leaning back against Eddie’s chest, laptop balanced carefully on his knees while he double-checks the math problem he’s been solving. “Maybe they’ll let me take my final like this, it’s pretty relaxing.”

Eddie hums. “Sure, I’ll just follow you to school,” he says, kissing the curve of his shoulder, hands working their way under Buck’s shirt. “Almost done?”

“After this problem,” Buck says, “so don’t stop doing that on my account.”

[pctrichvrs]

              * emma mackey, cis woman + she/her  | you know celeste laurent, right? they’re twenty four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, seven years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to cry baby by the neighbourhood like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole watching the phone ring to avoid picking up, unintentionally locking eyes from across the room and dark circles further accented by pale skin thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is december 9th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. 

mun.

  wow ..,. hello ! i’m jay ( she&her ) and i’ve been eyeing this group for days .. *nicki minaj vc* i’m obsessed . celeste is my only muse but give me 2 business days and i’m sure that’ll be vastly different . i feel like i should give the disclaimer that although i adore plotting, i’m super slow with messages so feel free to just ..,. let my oddball child interact and go with the flow . < 3 

quick stats.

full name: celeste rosalie laurent.

sexuality: bisexual.

occupation: youtuber/podcaster.

neighborhood: lives in port apartments.

mbti personality: intj.

about.

celeste was born and raised in lyon, france . her mother was an art curator and her father was an architect. they passed along their desire to be surrounded by pretty things which resulted in celeste dabbling in nearly every art form imaginable from a young age . 

sure, some of her work turned out better than others but it was clear that she had a real knack for anything that didn’t really require the left side of her brain. if it involved creativity and didn’t have much structure, she was drawn to it and excelled. she was fourteen when she ended up making her first short film. sixteen when she earned a spot at cannes film festival, sparking quite a bit of buzz and earning funding to a school of her choosing . 

celeste knew she wanted to go to america and it helped that she had a few cousins in north carolina . she went to UNC school of the arts for two semesters before throwing her scholarship away . . . her distaste for structure getting in the way . she’s also pretty fickle so when that chapter closed, she decided to give up short films and put her energy into youtube . 

her channel was an absolute clusterf*ck at first but she made a ridiculous conspiracy theory video and it just kind of stuck. i’d consider most of her channel to be similar to buzzfeed unsolved ( conspiracies, ghosts, etc ) with like a sprinkle of ridiculous challenge videos and maybe the occasional cooking/painting video ?? if you’re her friend, you’ve probably made a cameo in a video at some point .

if it wasn’t obvious enough, celeste’s biggest flaws are her need for freedom and her fickle tendencies which affects nearly everything in her life . everything is very sporadic for her with very little consistency . she’ll go weeks without working on anything and then have a deadline and have to finish it in 2 days . romantic relationships are very hard for her because by the time you’ve gotten comfortable with her, she’s probably moved on a bit . friendships are admittedly a bit easier but she’s definitely not a friend you’d expect to be present a lot ?? phone is always on do not disturb and she takes hours to text back . if you want her, you’d probably have better luck just showing up on her doorstep .

kind of spacey too like even if you show up, good luck getting her undivided attention . she’ll be there physically but mentally ?? who knows, really . the type to occasionally cut you off mid-convo with a question that just popped into her head that’s unrelated to the original topic .

overall though, not too hard to get along with if you give her some room to breathe and have some patience . celeste despises confrontation and does her best to stay pretty lowkey . i feel like she’s kind of drawn to people that stand out and are unique in one way or another and LOVES to hear people tell their story or talk about themselves . she hates being the center of attention ( she used to love it when she was making films ) and is nearly a bit reclusive at times but doesn’t even realized she’s been tucked away in her apartment until someone points it out .

basically the human embodiment of Gifted Kid Burn Out(TM) . #relatable

tldr ; a youtuber ( think buzzfeed unsolved ) originally from france who was once incredibly gifted in film . flighty, fickle and spacey but has a genuine curiosity for everyone she meets .

headcanons.

still has a french accent but it’s not nearly as prominent as it was when she first moved to the states . 

has a super odd sleep schedule ? sometimes she’s pulling all nighters and sometimes she’s in bed by 9pm. it usually depends on the amount of work she has to do but sometimes she’s just like fuck it, let me binge this show or start this book at midnight . 

a “look at the sky!” ass bitch ..,. loves to stargazing or take a minute to appreciate a pretty sunset. yes, she will be pulling out her phone to document it . 

her youtube is pretty successful with about 400k subs ..,. although she’s started branching out into making podcasts and neglecting youtube a bit . 

still a bit of an aesthete ? like very drawn to pretty things/people which may make her seem kind of superficial but she literally just has such a deep appreciation for things that are appealing to the senses . 

i’ll add more later but it’s 1am and i’m getting sleepy .

wanted connections.

roommates ; arguably some of my fave plots are roommate plots ! bonus points if they don’t get along for some reason but anything is fine with me .

will they/wont they ; another dynamic that i’m a sucker for ! doesn’t have to lead anywhere like maybe they just have ridiculous chemistry when they’re around each other ? maybe they’ll go on a date and try it out at some point ? 

long-term friend(s) ; someone who she’s been friends with since she was 17 ? i don’t think celeste’s social circle is very big so they probably mean a lot to her .. ride or dies .. best friends .. platonic soulmate vibes . yes pls .

exes ; i don’t think she’d have many but maybe one or two ? could be on good terms, bad terms, one/both of them still aren’t over it ..,. the options are endless .

Parent Friend(TM) ; someone who checks in on her to make sure she’s eaten a proper meal and has slept fairly recently would be super cute, i think ! she’s the type to drink iced coffee at noon and be like : ) thank u . i’m stuffed and then neglect doing self care .

i do not have a cute name for this but basically the exact opposite of the parent friend(TM) and someone who makes celeste go out and have fun bc she’s a tad reclusive ...,. drags her to parties / on roadtrips / other spontaneous shit . 

enemies / frenemies / former friends ; always fun . always a good time !

literally anything like u can send me a musing post and be like ‘do this with me’ and i will probably do it 

[rose-demica]

Gif Drabble, A ruined date

So @mariekoukie6661​ sent me an ask with this gif... my new kitten jumped on my keyboard and somehow managed to privately answer it before it was finished. Thanks to my friends at the @fanficocean​, we were able to figure out where it went, and get most of it back. (I also have definitely learnt my lesson, and will be now solely writing on docs outside of tumblr again).

It does mean I lost the original gif, and despite searching for the gif, and having the original poster’s ID, it hasn’t helped me find it. So it’s just a screenshot for now. 

A sigh of relief passes your lips, eyes darting to the clock as your manager bustles in the door, mouthing apologies as you kept helping the seemingly endless line of people. It was 1am, four hours after your shift had been supposed to end. Everyone else from the other supervisor’s team had arrived on time, allowing the rest of your team to leave, but your own relief hadn’t shown up, hadn’t even had the decency to call in and warn the managers in advance. They’d asked you to stay later while they scrambled to find someone to cover the absence… you hadn’t expected it to take four hours. 

You had hoped for a moment to text your date, tell him you’d be delayed, or just cancel. It was a bad look for a third date, but you had no choice, the store couldn’t run without a supervisor, and there was no way you could close up the store, not two days before Christmas. Not when, even at 1 am, the lines for the registers winded back down through the aisles.

It was bad, really bad, to just ghost a man on your third date, but hopefully, he would understand. He had to understand, you really liked this guy. If your co-worker had cost you one of the sweetest guy’s you’d met, you would never forgive her.

“Just give me ten to set up.” You nodded as the manager breezed past you towards checkout control, turning your attention back to the woman who was insisting the sale sign didn’t specify a size. (It did, this was the 73rd time today you’d had this argument over this specific product.)

Those ten minutes dragged by, but finally, finally, you did your hand over and clocked out. Your first stop, once you were off the floor, was to check your phone. There were only five text messages, and two missed calls. Your heart hit your stomach, chest seizing up, did this mean he had given up? He wasn’t as interested in you as you thought. 

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you opened your conversation with him and read your messages. 

2105 

Hey, I’m here early, but don’t feel like you need to rush. There was a mess up with our reservation, so our table won’t be available for a little while. I’m at the garden bar, I can’t wait to see you. 

2147

So I guess you’re running a bit late? Our table just opened up. I’ll order a drink and wait for you there. If you want I can place your order in advance? I know you tend to skip your breaks when it’s busy, and I hate to have you wasting away longer than necessary. 

2215. One missed call.

2216

Are you far off? I’m getting a lot of dirty looks from the staff. Who knew they don’t like people who sit at tables and never order more than a drink?

2308

I gotta be honest here, I really like you, which is why I am praying you aren’t standing me up or ghosting me. It’s also why I’m going back to the garden bar. They’ve shut the kitchen down, but they said I can wait there until they close. I think they feel bad for me, and think I’m stupid for waiting this long... maybe I am...

2357

Well, it’s just me and the bartender left. The last stragglers from the restaurant left about 10 minutes ago, and now the staff have to. I know they won’t tell me to leave, not as a paying customer, however discounted my drinks might be, but I will. They’re allowed to close up early if there are no customers, and I don’t want to be the one keeping them open, not this close to Christmas when everyone is so busy and wants to be with family. So I guess I’ll... to be honest, I don’t know what I plan to do. Maybe I’ll head home, let me know that you’re safe please, even if you are ghosting me. 

0027. One missed call.

Your fingers were automatically typing out a reply as your brain tried to figure out what to say, but as soon as it was typed you deleted it. What could you possibly say to apologise for the fact that you had stood him up, as much as you hadn’t wanted to. He had waited at the bar for you for at least three hours. You didn’t know if you would be able to do the same, endure all those looks from the staff and other patrons. Just sit at the bar, constantly casting glances at the time and trying desperately not to think-

“Goodnight.” You glance up in shock, only to see one of your staff members passing by on their way back onto the floor. You slid your phone into your pocket, step one was getting home, then you could put your feet up and figure out how to apologise for your disaster of a shift, and missing the date without giving any warning. 

~~~

You feel your body relax as you step off the bus, nearly home, it was nearly all over, you were nearly home. You dropped your bag at the bus stop bench, sitting down and peeling off your work shoes, feet screaming after a long day of standing on them in cheap shoes. The snow was nice against your feet, at least, it was for now. The cold bite of the snow numbing the pain receptors. It would give you enough time to get home before it got too cold, or your feet gave out on you.

You were quick to pick up your bag and get moving, there was only so long before your feet would turn to icicles. Your eyes were glued to your phone as you walked the familiar route home, no one would be out at 1.30 in the morning. You barely looked up to type the code that would let you in to your apartment building’s lobby, nor as you approached the stairs, it was only as you made to dodge a person sitting on the bottom one that you looked up. 

Stunning blue eyes met yours, knocking the wind out of you. 

“Sorry beautiful, I just had to make sure that you’re alright. Please don’t think I’m a stalker or anything.” The man spoke, raising his hands. It took you a second more to tear your eyes from his, give yourself the chance to scan his body and recognise the man rising to stand before you. Your date, Clint Barton.

“Wha-” He chuckled at your stunned expression, 

“You never replied, I was worried that maybe someone had kidnapped or ambushed you, figured the least I could do was check-in to make sure everything was all right.” He motioned to the phone in your hand, before tucking his hands into his pockets and shuffling awkwardly. 

“I’m sorry, I was going to reply once I got home, I had no idea what to say to you.” You found your voice, putting your phone away. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might swing by to check on you, no one had ever done that before, it was sweet. 

“No worries, I understand, have a good life Y/N.” He took a few steps away, and you reached out quickly, your hand reaching out in an attempt to wrap around a firm bicep. He could have kept going, easily pulled his arm from yours, but he stopped, turning back towards you. 

“No. No-” It couldn’t all end, not like this. “I meant-” You breathed out heavily, searching for the same words you’d been looking for, ever since you’d read his messages. “Come upstairs? I still haven’t eaten, we can talk over a midnight snack.” His smile took your breath away, nodding slowly, almost as if he was waiting for you to take it back. “Great, my feet are killing me.” You smiled back, turning to eye up the stairs. You were only on the 3rd floor, but you weren’t sure you could convince your feet to carry you up that far. 

‘Allow me.” You turned back to Clint, offering him your bag, but he only shook his head, stepping closer to sweep you off your feet and into the bridal hold. “You’ll have to let me know which floor and room, I’m afraid I only managed to figure out which building was yours.” You wanted to complain, insist you could walk yourself, but you couldn’t deny the sheer relief that you were finally off your feet. 

“Just this once.” You meant to say it in your head, but the words accidentally fell out of your mouth, Clint chuckling at you. “3H.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tucking your head into his neck. Eyes falling closed, feeling safe in his arms.

“You seem exhausted.” 

“My co-worker never showed, took them four hours to find and get someone in so I could get off. It was so busy I couldn’t even send you a message.” You sighed heavily, “I love Christmas, I really do. But I hate it.” 

“I had hoped it was something like that.” He spoke softly, before pausing, setting your feet back on the ground, one arm staying wrapped around your waist. You turned, looking up at him, arms staying looped around his neck, holding him close to you. 

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. I wanted to be there.” He lifted another hand, running it down the side of your face, before cupping your jaw. 

“I waited as long as I could.” He responded, leaning in closer to you. Your eyes flicked down to his soft pink lips, able to think of nothing but how badly you wanted to taste them. 

“I know.” You stretched up, pausing when you could feel his breath roll across your face, waiting for him to close the distance. “Thank you.” You felt more than heard his quiet groan, lips rushing against yours a moment later. You responded tangling one of your hands into his hair and holding him. 

It was your stomach growling that interrupted you, Clint pulling back with a smile. 

“Let’s get you inside and fed, then we can discuss continuing this.” You stretched up, stealing another kiss from his lips, savouring the way they felt moving with yours, before pulling back and searching for your keys, eager to get inside and salvage what you could of your date.