#But does that stop at least two parties from overreacting and screaming

[downfallofi]

This is like the third major holiday this year where everything was fine until we had a gigantic blowout screaming match in the last hour; and my heart is heavier than even the last few days have been and I wish there was literally anywhere I could go other than here at times.

[shirophantomvox]

How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

[bbyboybrock--archived]

The Assistant (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* I saw your request are open what about dating colby and the trap house gets an assistant like how David dobrik has Natalie and reader gets jealous cause the assistant is openly flirting with Colby regardless of him having a girlfriend

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,716

Warnings: Swearing, angst?, possible cheating?

Masterlist

“I know I’m the first to preach about women supporting women and all that. But I swear to God, if this bitch makes one more pass at Colby in front of me it’s on sight. Look at her, you can’t tell me that she isn’t dressed like that just to get his attention.” I say to Kat and Tara. I invited them over to relax and try to get them to see what I have to deal with daily.

The boys have a new live-in assistant; which is fine. Having an assistant is kind of like the newest trend right now. Like everyone on YouTube suddenly getting an editor. Which is fine; I pay Reggie everyone in a while to help me edit my videos. Don’t get me wrong, having an assistant in our lives was great when we lived in the apartment. Zoe would come over to our place a couple of times a week. She would openly flirt with Colby, but at the end of the day, she crawled back to wherever her broom brought her from. But when the guys decided to move into the trap house 2.0 they decided to let her take the spare room. And then quarantine happened so we were all stuck in the house together.

The flirting was always subtle, so I didn’t pick on it at first. Maybe it was because I was rarely there when all of the guys were together, so I wouldn’t notice that Colby was getting more attention than Sam, Jake, or Corey. She would occasionally, “forget” something at our apartment. Sometimes she would call at random hours “asking for help.” I didn’t realize that she was an actual threat until I came home from a meeting one day and caught her trying to sink her claws into Colby. And my sweet, innocent, stupid boyfriend thinks she’s just friendly. Secretly, I think he just likes the attention.

Since moving into the house, she’s gotten bolder. First, she started working in whatever room Colby was in. Then, she started wearing fewer clothes. Not to slut-shame anyone, people can wear whatever they want, but when your style changes ever so subtly and without notice it’s bound to get the attention of your roommates. It was like she went from Hannah Montana to Kim Kardashian in a day. To make matters worse, she started copying my styles. I dye my hair one color, she dyes it the same color a week later. Her clothes started to reflect mine. It was almost like she had the mindset that if Colby was going to ignore her, she had to make herself someone he wouldn’t ignore, me.

All of the guys think I’m overreacting, Sam and Jake know better. Kat and Tara would make their lives hell if the situation was different. I’ve told her to stop countless times, and I tried to get Colby to talk to her, but either he hasn't or she’s ignoring him. Colby doesn’t like drama and tried to avoid it as much as possible. I mean, I do too, but I’m not beyond being petty. Some of the fans have started to take notice and I’ve been liking tweets or any post that mentions of Zoe trying to seduce Colby.

“Y/N, I get where you’re coming from, but maybe it’s nothing. I mean, Colby hasn’t done anything and Zoe technically hasn’t tried anything so I think you’re fine. Maybe quarantine is getting to you.” Kat says trying to reassure me.

“Yeah, maybe we should do like a social distancing girls’ road trip with Xeph, Devyn, and Cass,” Tara suggests.

“That sounds like a great idea, but no offense, I’m not going to let little that little minx get to opportunity to ruin my relationship while I’m gone.” I glare at Zoe hanging around Colby in her too-small bikini that definitely doesn’t cover everything. She’s practically sitting on his lap when there is a perfectly good seat near Corey.

“Even if she is hitting on Colby, shouldn’t you trust Colby to do the right thing? Like, trust him enough to not give in to her advances.” Kat asks. I finally take my eyes off the guys and turn to Kat and Tara.

“I trust him, and I’m confident enough to know that Colby loves me more than anything and wouldn’t do that to me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t get upset when girls are quite literally, throwing themselves at him. I mean, you two know more than anything, you have to have thick skin and confidence to date a social media influencer, especially our boys.” I don’t want to mention to Tara and Kat that Colby has been known to take the coward’s way out of a relationship by cheating on a girl so she would break up with him. Not that I’m sure he’s going to do that, we’ve been dating long enough, but you can never be too sure.

“She has a point, I know Jake wouldn’t cheat on me. But if I had to live here and had to endure watching some bitch trying to steal my man every day, it would be on sight. I don’t care that I’m short, I’ll fuck her up.” Tara says before lying back down and tanning.

“Thank you!” I decided to take a small break and tan regularly with Tara to avoid awkward tan lines from the way that I’m turning to check on Zoe and make sure she doesn’t try anything.

“Theoretically speaking, not that I’m manifesting it or anything, but let’s say Colby did give into Zoe’s advances. What would you do?” Kat asks after a few moments of silence.

“That depends…” I think for a few minutes of what I would do if Colby did cheat on me.

“What do you mean it depends? You should break up with him if he does cheat.” Tara interjects.

“No, I get that. If Colby ever did cheat on me, I would move out of our room and stay in the guest room until I got my own place or if someone would let me crash at their place for a bit. Would I be petty about it on the internet? Probably not, but that depends on how badly he fucked up. But, and this is a big but, but if Zoe like forced herself on him and like basically either somehow forced him to sleep with her or kiss him, and I knew that for a fact, I would beat her ass. And I’m not a violent person, you two know that, but if I have to fight a bitch I will; Zoe or any girl who tries to make pass at Colby.”

“Y/N, if you have to a fight a bitch could you call me so I could watch? Or at least film it for me? I really want to see someone throw hands.” Tara asks, sitting up and sharing a big grin.

“Tara, you might not have to wait too long for that. Y/N, look,” Kat points at the little bar area where the guys said they were having a meeting and making TikToks. I turn around in time to see Zoe showing Colby a bottle of sunscreen. She’s either asking him to help her get sunscreen on her back or asking if she can put sunscreen on him. Either way, she’s hoping that someone’s hands are going to be on someone else.

“Oh fuck no,” I stand up and practically run to stop any of this from happening. I hear Kat and Tara run up behind me.

“Oh shit…” Corey mutters under his breath when he sees the three of us coming. Sam, Jake, and Corey step back so they’re not on the battlefield.

“Speaking of the girls— We were just talking about you three. Zoe here was asking if I could help her get sunscreen on her back. I was telling her that maybe one of you could help her.” Colby says when he sees me. He looks uncomfortable but relieved now that I’m here.

“We can help with that. Sam, Jake, you two better come with us too, you’re looking a bit pale. Corey, I’m sure Zoe could help you out, right Zoe?” Tara says, standing next to me.

“Y/N, you got Colby, right?” Kat adds, trying to make our dislike of Zoe noticeable.

“Oh, yeah, definitely, I can take care of my boyfriend.” I smile at Zoe as she glares at all three of us but walks over to Kat and Tara. They lead her near the house and Jake, Sam, and Corey follow in tow. Colby and I are the only two left.

“Oh thank God, you save my ass back there,” Colby says as he engulfs me in a hug.

“Uh-huh, I’m just glad you didn’t do something stupid, like put your hands all over some other girl.”

“I’m not that dumb, I love sleeping in our bed next to you. One fuck up like that and I’m stuck on the couch indefinitely.” Colby places his hands on either side of my cheeks and kisses my forehead. I know he’s joking, but I’m glad that he’s starting to realize that Zoe is creepy.

We hear a scream from behind us. We both whip our heads around in sync. Kat and Tara pushed Zoe into the pull while Corey, Jake, and Sam try hard to suppress their laughter. I flat out laugh and run out to join Kat and Tara in their merriment. We’re having so much fun watching Zoe paddle to the other side of the pool and climb out. She definitely wasn’t planning on getting in the water, at least, not all the way in. Her makeup is running down her face. We’re enjoying this so much that we don’t notice each of our boyfriends sneak up behind us. They grab each of us and throw us in the pool. All four of the boys jump in after and we’re soon having a pool party while Zoe dries off in the corner. I look up at Colby, who is trying to take down Corey with Jake. He stops long enough to sign me ‘I love you.’ I sign him back that I love him too.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Arranged marriage but they think that the other hates them

“You have got to be joking,” Sirius said immediately, looking between his parents for any sign that they’d attempted humor for the first time in their lives. They hadn’t. 

“I know you do not want this, but it is necessary.” 

“Why?!” he cried indignantly. 

Orion didn’t look the least bit annoyed by his firstborn’s reaction. The same couldn’t be said for Walburga; she was obviously annoyed with him. “Your mother did nothing to hide her support for the rising Dark Lord. With him gone, we now need damage control. You always knew this would happen, Sirius,” he added almost kindly. 

“Yeah, but- but that was supposed to be years from now, not before I graduated!” He sounded hysterical, and he couldn’t bring himself to care or stop. Orion had reasserted control in his household, which, fortunately for Sirius, meant no more of Walburga doing whatever she wanted disguised as discipline. He would have run away if he’d had somewhere to go, and almost had last summer anyways. That didn’t mean he was suddenly living in paradise, but at least he didn’t feel like he was being tortured anymore. Orion at least had stopped Walburga from constantly buying him skirts. “Can’t we at least wait until after that?” he begged. He rarely begged without coercion, but he would beg as much as he had to for this. He was only seventeen! An adult technically, but by no stretch of the imagination was he mature enough or ready to be married. 

Orion shook his head, actually looking sad for his son. If Sirius hadn’t been so distracted, he would have been shocked to see that. “The only reason the Potters agreed to this was because they want their heir married as soon as possible.” 

Sirius froze. “Potter? You’re marrying me off to James Potter?” he asked in disbelief. 

“Yes,” Walburga snapped, unable to keep her tongue during this- this spectacle Sirius was making. 

“Is there something wrong with that?” Orion asked. He wouldn’t change the plans based on his answer, but he was curious about his son’s reaction. It was no secret the Potter’s were a definite Light family, but he hadn’t heard of the heir mistreating Sirius in any way. 

“Does he know he’s marrying me?” 

“If he does not, he will soon enough. Why?” 

Sirius looked at his father like it was obvious. “He hates me. He hates all Slytherins. There’s no way he’ll agree.” 

“I do not believe he has much choice in the matter.” 

He frowned, panic giving way to curiosity and suspicion. “His parents don’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want.” 

“They have… reconsidered. They did not share their specific reasons with me, but they seem to think that in this matter he would choose someone unacceptable.” 

Sirius thought of Evans, the Gryffindor prefect Potter had been chasing for the entirety of their Hogwarts education, and made a face, thinking that the elderly parents had no reason to worry about her. They must have a different reason, one he didn’t have a chance of guessing without more information. Then his father’s wording caught up to him. “And I count as acceptable?” 

Walburga opened her mouth, no doubt to say something scathing, but a sharp look from her husband made her stop. She decided to leave the room entirely after a moment’s consideration. 

“You are part of an Ancient and Noble House, you are pureblood, and you are capable of bearing children.” Sirius cringed at the last part. “That is acceptable enough for them given the circumstances. Yes they would prefer if you were from a Light family and more… traditional, I assume, but I think this is the best option you will ever have.” 

He hung his head slightly. “Right,” he said bitterly. Today hadn’t been a good day for his body image, but finding out that he was soon to be married sent it into overdrive. 

“Sirius,” Orion said, waiting for his son to meet his gaze before continuing. “This is sooner than you or I wanted, but I do think it is the best option. Potter may hate all Slytherins, but from what I have heard, he has never mocked your gender and that is better than I hoped I could find for you, particularly with this Dark Lord mess. I am not going to call off this betrothal, but I want you to be happy. With Potter, you have a chance.

“The Hat nearly placed you in Gryffindor, and if you had gone there instead, I believe you would have been good friends. This is the best match for both of you.” 

Sirius nodded even though he disagreed, not bothering to ask how his father knew he’d nearly been a lion. It was probably obvious in the way he acted. 

“The meeting is this afternoon, after lunch. You and James,” his mouth quirked upwards slightly saying his first name instead of the last, “will have a chance to talk before we sign anything. Apparently his parents wish to keep up the semblance of choice.” 

Sirius sighed, smoothing a hand over his hair unnecessarily. “When’s the official announcement?” 

“The Potter’s Solstice party.” 

“Oh,” he said faintly. “That’s… soon.” ‘Soon’ felt like an understatement. In one week, he’d be officially engaged, and there was no turning back. Engagements could be broken off in the Wizarding world, but it seldom happened, and it never happened to high profile couples. In the last half a millennia, there were maybe two and both had resulted in blood feuds between the families, as well as social embarrassment for all involved. Sirius was pretty sure he’d get murdered before he was allowed to call off the wedding once they were engaged. 

Orion didn’t know what to say to that, unaccustomed to comforting anyone. He laid a hand on Sirius’s shoulder briefly, then left, leaving him alone in the large, cold room. 

Sirius numbly walked back to his room, then cast a silencing spell and screamed, venting his frustration on any object nearby. When he was done, he was breathing heavily, and only felt marginally better. He repaired everything he’d broken but knew that if he picked any of them up to put in their correct places, he’d end up throwing them again. 

He flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling for hours, though it didn’t feel like it had been that long. Someone knocked on his door and opened it a minute later when he didn’t answer. 

“Sirius?” It was Regulus. “It’s time for lunch.” 

Sirius wordlessly stood and followed him, eating on autopilot and silently getting to his feet when Orion asked him to get dressed for the meeting. 

He got dressed, finally getting his wits back as he moved. He was tempted to wear his favoured muggle attire, but he knew that he’d be forced into robes before the Potter’s showed up. Sometimes, putting up a fight for the sake of it was nice, but he just… didn’t care right now. Getting dressed in the proper clothes wasn’t a fight he felt like having. He did pull his hair back though, figuring that they might let him get away with it. If they didn’t, it would be easy to take down. 

When he walked downstairs, Walburga didn’t even glance at him, and Orion gave him a look to make sure his outfit was appropriate. His eyes lingered on his hair, but he turned back to his book without saying anything. Regulus was the only one with a smile for him, which Sirius returned, flopping on the couch next to his brother to wait for the Potter’s to arrive. 

They sat in dreaded silence-- for Sirius at least-- for several minutes before the bell rang throughout the house, a small crack signalling a house elf’s apparition to the door to answer. Orion stood and they all followed suit. “Try to behave yourself,” he said, but there was no heat behind it, merely the obligation he felt to say it. Personally, Sirius thought they overreacted; he wasn’t half so rebellious as they thought. 

Mipsy led the group of three into the room where the Blacks were waiting, bowing before leaving. The air was tense around them, but Orion, Fleamont, and Euphemia all pretended it wasn’t there. They exchanged greetings, officially presenting Sirius and James respectively, who shared uneasy looks and nods of acknowledgement. 

“How about we let these two talk while we sort out a few details?” Euphemia suggested. 

Regulus was temporarily dismissed and the adults all left them alone in the room to… what, talk? 

“Well this is great,” James said, mussing his somewhat tamed hair that must’ve taken a half hour to get that way. 

Sirius snorted. “Yeah, totally.” 

Silence. 

“So I take it this wasn’t your idea?” James ventured. 

Sirius replied with a harsh bark of laughter and shook his head. “They told me this morning. There wasn’t any ‘choice’ about it, let alone ‘idea’. You?” 

“Mum and Dad told me a few days ago, but I was trying to get out of it. Not that there’s anything wrong with you, but,” he shrugged. 

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” Although it was news to him that James didn’t think there was anything wrong with him. Maybe what he meant was that physically there was nothing wrong with him. “So where did this come from? Father said it was your parents who were out looking to marry you off quickly.” 

James made a face. “You know Evans?” 

“That Gryffindor girl you’ve been chasing for the past six years, loudly and publicly? Hard to miss.” 

He didn’t look the least bit bothered by Sirius’s somewhat condescending tone. “Yeah, well, apparently they were worried I’d get married to her or something and wanted to make sure I had pureblooded kids.” 

Sirius blinked. “Tell me you’re joking. We have to get married because your parents are worried about you and Evans getting together? She won’t give you the time of day! It’s more likely that we’d actually choose to marry each other than you’d get a date with her.” 

James rolled his eyes. “Well, I know that. But it took me a little bit to work out what they thought, and by that point they thought I’d say anything to get out of this. No offense,” he added. 

It was Sirius’s turn to roll his eyes. “Please, like I don’t know you hate me.” 

“I don’t hate you.” At Sirius’s disbelieving look, he said, “What? I don’t. I mean, yeah you’re a Slytherin and all that rot, but you seem alright.” 

“A true compliment to be sure,” he replied flatly. 

James scowled. “You look nice.” 

“What?” Sirius said, completely thrown off by the random comment. 

“You look nice,” he repeated. 

“Er, thanks?” 

“You wanted a compliment, so there.” 

“Oh. Thanks,” he said again, more genuinely this time. There was a pause, then Sirius mused, “I wonder what this will do for your reputation.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“We’re doing this to fix ours, but I can’t imagine this will help yours at all. Might make it worse, given that you’re marrying a person from a prominent Dark family, and a disgraced member of it, no less.” 

“You’re not a disgrace,” James said automatically, as if he’d said it innumerable times before. 

Sirius gave him a strange look for that but dismissed it to the back of his mind to think on later. “It’s nice that you think so,” he said airily. “What about at Hogwarts? Once the announcement is out, everyone’s opinion of you will change.” 

He shrugged, completely uncaring. “Fuck them, it doesn’t change anything.” 

Sirius shot him an amused look. “Getting married to someone you hate won’t change anything?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he repeated, looking irritated with him for even thinking it. “What I meant was it won’t change who my friends are, that I’m Quidditch Captain, or how I do in class.” 

“But it will change how the rest of your housemates treat you, what they say to you, and how they act around you. Marrying the prettiest bloke around won’t help you any since he’s in a House you openly despise,” he said with a wink. 

James glared at him, and he was slightly taken aback by how annoyed James seemed to be with him. “Stop doing that.” 

“Doing what?” he asked, genuinely confused. Salazar and his brother said he was an emotional rollercoaster. He had nothing on James. 

“Saying that I hate you. I don’t. Merlin, Sirius, the only people that hate you are arseholes.” 

Apparently the basis of James and Sirius’s relationship would be annoying the shit out of each other and lying about obvious truths. “I’m sure,” he said dryly. “Besides, why do you care? We’ll be stuck together whether I believe you hate me or not.” 

He didn’t say anything and averted his eyes. After a minute, Sirius got tired of waiting for an answer. 

“I guess you’ll have to start caring what people say about me now that we’re betrothed. Upkeep on your rep and all. Word of advice, Potter-��� James held back a wince at being called by his last name “-you can’t hex any- and every- one that insults me because there will be no one left for you to talk to. Just ignore them.” 

James hated that idea, but agreed. “Fine. Oh,” he added, “and call me James.” He waved a hand vaguely. “Getting married and all, no reason to make it confusing when your last name will be the same soon.” 

Sirius tried for a grin but it came out a grimace. He gave up the effort after a few seconds. “Right. Sirius Potter.” They stood in awkward quiet for a minute before Sirius suggested they go to their parents. James readily agreed and they left, keeping a sizable distance between each other. 

*

“Moony just trust me.” 

Remus looked at him skeptically. “I trust you with me, but I don’t trust you with you.” 

“Are you not making sense on purpose?” 

Remus sighed. He loved James-- really he did-- but he could be obtuse. Hell, Remus had been the one to tell James his obsession with Sirius wasn’t as academic as he assumed. “James,” he said patiently, “just because Sirius isn’t wildly opposed to this doesn’t mean he’s going to…” fall in love “-with you. I don’t want you to get your hopes up and get hurt.” 

“I can be charming,” he said indignantly. 

“Not when you’re trying too hard you can’t.” 

James glared at him, because he knew he was right. If he was capable of wooing someone, then he and Lily would’ve had at least one date, even if it would have turned out wildly unsuccessful. “I’m not saying he will like me, I’m just saying it’s a possibility. He doesn’t hate me, and we’ll be,” James gestured vaguely, “married, so we’ll be around each other all the time. Maybe I’ll grow on him.” 

“Just be yourself. It worked for me and Pete,” he offered. 

“Neither of you fancy me though, we’re just friends,” James grumbled. 

Remus studied him for a minute before deciding that he would say it. “I think you and Sirius being friends is the most probable best case scenario you’re going to get Prongs.” James deflated, looking like a kicked puppy, and Remus wanted to take it back just so he wouldn’t look so sad but restrained himself. Barely. The words were out there, and claiming they were a lie wasn’t going to help him. “Sorry.” 

James shrugged, shoulders tight. “You’re telling the truth. It’s fine to dream sometimes but… well. I wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life waiting and hoping for something that would never happen. But I still think you’re wrong.” 

*

Their engagement was announced and everyone at the party was nice about it because that's why they'd been invited. It wasn't just the Potter's Solstice Party; it was their announcement to high society, and the guest list had been adjusted accordingly. Everyone congratulated them, and Sirius had to field a disturbingly high number of women that wanted to talk to him about their wedding night. Telling one to bugger off had ended with her getting insulted and Orion forcing Sirius to apologise. Telling another that he'd already had sex had scandalized her into lecturing him, nevermind that it was a lie. He got in trouble for that one too since Walburga had come up in the middle of the lecture, dragging him away to yell at him in private before returning to the party. After that, he just stood there and sipped at his drink and let them talk themselves hoarse. Normally he would've tried harder to get out of it, but across the room, he saw James getting similar treatment. 

Sirius held onto the vague hope that they would have a long engagement, but it wasn't really a surprise when they ended up getting married a month after announcing their engagement. He was pretty sure that Orion had said something about the Potter parents wanting for James to get married as soon as possible when he was told about this whole bloody situation. Sirius knew that some day he'd have to have sex with James, but he'd let him know in advance not to expect anything on their wedding night. They ended the day with a single kiss from the ceremony, and that was that. 

As a married couple, they had to live together. Neither of their parents were willing to let them live together all on their own when they were about to go to Hogwarts for another year, so Sirius had to move into the Potter mansion. 

He hated it. 

Oh sure it was nicer than Grimmauld Place and there were far less cursed objects to be wary of, but it felt like he was in enemy territory at all times. Him and James shared a room because of course they did, and the entire house wasn't safe from prying eyes. He had nowhere to go and relax. It sure as fuck didn't help that James kept inviting his friends over, so he couldn't even get some sodding quiet on a regular basis. Say what you want about Slytherins, but at least they were quiet. 

And James's mates came by. Every. Bloody. Day. Or almost every day, which was just as bad since he never knew what days he'd have all alone and what days would get crashed by two very loud Gryffindors. In some misguided attempt to either bother him or make him feel included, they talked to him when they were over if he wasn't busy. It meant that Sirius spent a lot of time with Euphemia. She was alright, except for the part where she was trying to teach Sirius how to take care of a household. 

His choices came down to being annoyed by her, or being annoyed by James and his mates. James, for reasons unknown, was still trying to convince Sirius that he liked him alright. So far, he'd been strong armed into learning how to clean dishes, and how to cook two kinds of soup. 

There was some good news amidst all of this. He didn't have to see his parents anymore, which was nice. They sent him a couple letters, but he didn't even have to reply. It was the sort of avoidance he didn't think he'd get for a few more years, and he was loving it. The other good news was that no one here cared how he dressed. No one yelled at him when he pulled back his hair or wore a tee for a muggle punk band. No one gave a shite that he wore denim trousers, and they didn't even get mad when he listened to his music-- he figured they would get mad if he turned it as loud as he really wanted, but they were being pretty nice to him, so he didn't bother testing it. 

He hadn't seen Regulus since moving out. Orion and Walburga were pretty strict on how they saw over break, so it wasn't all that surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising. 

"Sirius?" Euphemia said, one morning when he'd thought he had managed to get out of his spousal lessons to 'work on homework'. He wasn't doing homework; he'd finished it all in the week after they'd gotten married, which was why he'd run out of material to hide behind. He'd decided that reading his transfiguration textbook front to back was a better use of his time than letting Mrs. Potter teach him how to properly season a chicken. 

He'd thought he had a pretty good excuse up until now. He bit back a sigh and looked up at her. "Yes, Mrs. Potter?" 

"You can call me Mum or Euphemia, you know," she reminded him, just as she did every time he called her Mrs. Potter. "Your brother's here to see you." 

Sirius froze, then shot up from his seat, letting the book fall closed without marking his page. "Thanks, Mrs. Potter!" he called, running from the room. He ran to the entryway, where Regulus was standing. He looked horribly out of place here. Without the stone of Hogwarts or the dim, crowded feel of Grimmauld Place, he looked almost... too bright. Sirius was used to seeing him a lot smaller, in more bleak lighting. That was a depressing road he was going down, so he stopped thinking about that and nearly bowled him over with a hug. "Oh Merlin, I am so glad to see you." 

"That bad?" Regulus asked quietly. 

"It's-" Sirius paused. "Better than with our parents, but you're not here and I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of my only friend, so it's not like I'm getting a whole lot done without their rules." He saw that Regulus was carrying something now that he let go and had the space to see it. "What's with the bag?" 

"Hm? Oh, some things you left at Grimmauld Place." 

"If I left it there, I probably didn't want it," Sirius said, but he accepted it when Regulus handed it over. He peeked inside, then grinned. It was all the stuff that he couldn't find when he was packing. He knew that Walburga had refused to let him bring some of his belongings with him, thinking that its existence would somehow embarrass her if the Potter's found out about it. She knew that they only way to keep him from bringing some of his shite was if he couldn't find it, so. He'd kind of thought that she'd burned it, so to see that Regulus had rescued all of those items was nothing short of amazing. "Thanks." 

"I'm not sure I managed to get everything," he said apologetically, and Sirius shook his head. 

"This is plenty. Thanks. Can you- I mean, you don't have to go back right away, yeah?" 

"No, I can stay for a while." 

Sirius grinned. "Great. I'll put this away and we can... catch up. Chat. I dunno; we'll think of something." 

"Please. I'm in no hurry to get home." 

"Why? Not that I'm trying to run you off; I could use the company." 

Regulus snorted. "You remember what it's like there, don't you?" 

"Oh. Ha, yeah." 

"Sort of really sucks without you there," Regulus muttered. "Not sure how I'm going to survive another three years there." 

"You can visit." 

"Yeah, but it's not going to be the same." 

Sirius dumped the bag on his side of the bed and turned to leave again. He wanted to get in and out as quickly as he could so that he didn't have to think about the fact that he was sharing a bed with James. 

But Regulus had noticed. "You don't even get your own room?" 

"We're married," Sirius said dismissively. He grabbed Regulus's arm and pulled him from the room. Regulus reluctantly let it happen. Sirius shut the door because otherwise, who knew how long Regulus would stand there staring? 

"You shouldn't have to do that." 

"Shouldn't have to do what?" Sirius asked, looking straight at him. Challenging. Say what you mean, he silently dared. 

Regulus must have learnt some courage since Sirius moved out, because he did. "It's bad enough that you have to live here, and it's even worse that you have to sleep with him, but not getting your own room? You deserve to have some bloody space." 

"What part of married aren't you getting? Besides, it's only for the rest of the summer." 

"Right," Regulus said, rolling his eyes, "I'm sure that once you graduate from Hogwarts, he won't expect anything from you at all." 

"You make it sound like I'm being taken advantage of." 

"Aren't you?" 

"No." They stared at each other for a long moment, neither of them willing to back down. "Whatever. I don't want to argue with you. You want to play a game of Snap?" Sirius started walking down the hallway again, and Regulus followed. 

"You know I hate playing Snap." 

"Fine, we'll be boring old men and play chess. I don't know why you hate Snap; you're good at it." 

"It's too fast. You never have time to just sit and think. Besides, you're the only old one here," Regulus said, elbowing him. 

"I'm not even eighteen," Sirius said, elbowing him back. 

"Yeah, but you're married, that makes you old." 

"You're the one that likes playing chess." 

"Playing chess doesn't make you old," Regulus argued. 

"Keep telling yourself that old man." 

"You're such a shite." 

Sirius grinned at him. "See? I'm reminding you why you're glad I'm gone." 

"Try as much as you want, you won't be able to do it." 

"Aww, I knew you loved me." 

"For Salazar's sake, I'm about to leave you here all alone," Regulus threatened, but there was no heat behind it. 

Sirius hummed. "If you did that, I'd be able to finish reading all my textbooks before the start of them." 

"You're reading your textbooks?" 

"It's not like I have much else I want to be doing," Sirius said with a shrug. 

Regulus didn't say anything. When Sirius glanced at him, his face was drawn. 

"It was just a joke," Sirius said, nudging him. 

"No it wasn't," Regulus said quietly. "That makes it worse." 

"Hey, I agreed to play chess with you; let's drop all this other shite." 

"...Fine." 

*

They got through two games-- Regulus won both of them-- and had started on a third when James showed his face. Naturally, it was with his mates at his side. 

"You must be Sirius's brother," James said with an attempt at a warm smile. He fell short. 

"What gave it away," Regulus said flatly. 

"Regulus," Sirius warned. 

Regulus ignored him. "You realise we go to the same school, right Potter? We've met before." 

"Oh. Right." 

"And we saw each other at the wedding." 

"Yeah." James shifted awkwardly. "Well, just wanted to say hi before we went outside." 

Sirius waved, which Peter and Remus returned. It was awkward. They were all trying to make the best of it. Sirius grit his teeth and didn't say anything until they'd all walked away. "What the hell was that?" 

"What?" 

"You were being an arse." 

"He introduced himself to me. We've known each other for years. He's a bloody idiot." 

"Who cares? You can't treat him like that." 

"Why, because he's your sodding husband? You don't love him. You don't even like him." 

"That doesn't matter. They could stop you from visiting if they want to, and you're egging them on." 

Regulus paused. "They would do that?" 

"I dunno, but I don't want to risk it." 

"That's why you're being like this," Regulus said, leaning back in his chair. He folded his arms over his chest, looking at Sirius like he could see right through him. "You think they're going to treat you like shite if you act like yourself." 

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing, so stop making it harder. After a while, I probably won't have to do it, but for now, I'm going to bloody behave and you should too." 

"Fine." 

"Thank you." 

Regulus shook his head. "I can't believe you're doing this," he muttered. "I sort of thought that you'd never do what someone told you to." 

"Well, times change. I'm adapting." 

*

Regulus left, and with him, any sense of happiness that Sirius had managed to work up. He'd pretended he was fine for Regulus, because that's what he always did. Now that he was gone, it was hard for Sirius to convince himself that he was fine with the way things were. He had exactly one friend and it was his brother, and he buggering missed him. 

"You okay?" James asked. His mates had left for the day. His parents had had to go to some fancy party with the other hoity-toity couples of the Wizarding World. 

Sirius was laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. From the corner of his eye, he could see James sit down in one of the armchairs nearby. "Yeah," Sirius said, not putting much energy into the lie. He was bored. Reading textbooks was exactly as thrilling as it sounded. "D'you know when your parents are getting back?" 

"Party ends at midnight. I think Mum said they were staying the whole time. Why?" 

"You know what we should do?" 

"Er. No. Because we don't really do stuff together. Pretty sure you like to pretend I don't exist." 

He wasn't wrong, so Sirius didn't bother correcting him. He didn't care to make it believable right now. Sirius rolled his head to look at him. "We should have sex." 

James blinked, blushing. "What?" 

"You heard me." 

"But- but I thought you said you didn't want to." 

"Yeah, a month ago. It's different now." 

"Is it? We haven't even- I mean, we haven't kissed or anything." 

"Fine, then let's snog." 

"You want to snog?" 

"It's what I just said innit?" 

"Since when do you want to do that?" 

Sirius propped himself up. "I'm bored." 

"You want to fool around because you're bored?" James repeated doubtfully. 

It wasn't the complete truth. Yes he was bored, but that was mostly an excuse that he was giving James. The honest truth was that Regulus's visit had gotten him thinking. He'd been living in limbo. He hadn't committed to living here and being married to James because he kept hoping that it wouldn't last. Logically, he'd known that it would, but he'd needed an additional nudge. At some point, him and James were going to need to have sex, and... well, he'd gotten used to the idea. "Why are you acting like this bothers you? I've seen you check me out; it's not like you don't find me attractive." 

James's blush deepened. "Well- yeah. But there's a difference between... that, and what you're suggesting." 

"Of course there's a difference. It's a good difference. The difference is both of us getting laid." 

James cleared his throat and shifted a little in his seat. Sirius almost laughed at the realisation that James was getting turned on thinking about it, but he was finally making some progress and he wasn't going to throw it out the window. 

"We don't have to," Sirius said, letting himself fall back down onto the couch. It wasn't innocent flopping; he was giving James a chance to look at him with sex in mind without worrying that Sirius would catch him. "It was just a suggestion." 

James was silent for a minute, mulling it over. "If we did," he said, "it wouldn't... I mean, it wouldn't mean anything to you, right? We'd be the way that we are now?" 

"Right." 

He was quiet for several seconds. "Okay. If you- if you want to, we can." 

"Really?" Sirius asked, looking over at him. He'd been thinking about it for the past couple hours, but he hadn't expected for James to give in so easily. 

James nodded, and Sirius grinned at him. 

"Awesome." 

*

Regular sex was pretty nice. It had been awkward as hell the first few times, but for the most part, they'd worked it out. James still thought it was weird that Sirius liked to keep his shirt on. And he didn't really seem to understand why Sirius was cool with being close while they were having sex but didn't like it afterwards. Sirius had a personal bubble, okay? Touching during sex made it good; touching after sex made him feel crowded and uncomfortable. James was pretty content to hug a pillow instead, so it's not like it was a big loss for him. 

Now that Sirius had his favourite stuff back, it was easier to pass the time. He still messed Regulus. He'd been forced to learn how to cook one type of curry, and Mrs. Potter had doubled up on the lesson so he now knew how to bake a chocolate cake, too. 

James would get a birthday cake from him over his dead body. They were sort of getting along now. They didn't talk for fun, but they could at least hold a conversation over dinner. But Sirius wasn't about to bake for him. Combined with the sex, it would probably make James think that Sirius was happy to be married to him. 

He knew what would happen to him if James thought that. Completely and utterly taken for granted. Expected to cook and clean all by himself. Expected to have sex with his dear husband whenever the hell it was requested. 

Yeah. Sirius wasn't doing that. Had James acted like that before? No, but things changed. It was a risk Sirius wasn't going to take. Besides, Mrs. Potter would probably send James some cupcakes on his birthday, so it's not like he'd be suffering or summat. 

"What are we doing when we get to Hogwarts?" James asked one night as they laid in bed. James was hugging his pillow, and Sirius was enjoying his space as he cooled off. 

"What do you mean?" 

"The... sex. Are we going to keep doing it?" 

"Probably," Sirius said, then thought better of it. "I mean, I want to keep doing it. I've gotten used to it." 

"'Gotten used to it'," James repeated, sounding amused. That, at least, was a relief. Back at the start of this, James had been hurt by just about everything Sirius said, thinking that he meant it as a personal attack. He'd calmed down since then, realising that it was how Sirius talked-- also Sirius had told him that if he wanted to insult him, he'd be much more deliberate and direct about it. "Good to know. I guess we'll figure it out once we're there." 

"You act like we can't sneak into each other's dorms." 

James wrinkled his nose. "I'm not going to the Slytherin common room." 

"You're such a baby," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Fine, I'll go to the Gryffindor one. Assuming your roommates won't mind." 

"They'll get over it." 

Sirius snorted. "Glad to see you're such a good person to live with." 

"Hey, you've been doing it for two months, and you've survived." 

"I guess." 

"You guess you've survived?" James said, laughing. 

"Bugger off," Sirius said, shoving at his arm. 

James laughed some more, turning on his side to face him. "I'm pretty happy I married you." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," he said warmly. 

That smile looked far too sincere. It made Sirius's chest constrict uncomfortably. "I guess I could've married someone worse," Sirius said, and James laughed again. 

"Thanks." 

*

They'd been back at school for two days, and Sirius was already tired of it. Post came in the third morning, and Sirius got a rather thick envelope from James's parents addressed to him. When he opened it, he saw that about half of its contents were actually for James. He separated them, then walked over to the Gryffindor table. 

"Do us both a favour and tell your parents to send you your own post instead of shoving it in with mine," Sirius said, sliding it next to James's plate. 

James frowned. "Why did they send it to you?" 

"How the hell should I know? You're the one that's known them your whole life," Sirius said. Then he left, because he didn't actually have anything else to say. 

*

Sirius was going to kill James. No arguments. He was going to buggering murder him, and he'd deserve it. He was flirting with Evans. Again. Or perhaps 'still' would've fit better. He was still flirting with Evans, because the last time that they'd all been at school, he'd flirted with her then, too. At no point had he seen her and decided to leave well enough alone. 

Sirius wanted to bash his head in. Did he not remember that he was married? And Sirius was having sex with him! It's not like he was preventing James from getting any action; he was the action. 

Peter was a very good person to have on your side. Sirius knew this because when Peter noticed Sirius walking towards them, looking furious, he tried to get James's attention. Unfortunately, James was an idiot who ignored him and didn't seem to realise that a damn thing was wrong until Sirius yanked on his arm. Hell, even then he didn't get it. "Ow, what the- oh, hi Sirius. What's up?" he asked, completely innocent of his own misdeeds. 

Sirius grit his teeth. He would've preferred if James had known what he did wrong. "A word," Sirius growled, dragging him away. He wasn't nice about it, either. 

"Okay, you're kind of hurting me. Do you mind loosening up?" James said. 

Sirius ignored him and did no such thing. Being nice to his husband was a benefit James got when he wasn't being a total twat. He pulled him into an abandoned classroom and slammed the door, finally letting James go. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" 

"What? What did I do?" 

"You were hitting on Evans!" 

"So? It's not like she's going to say yes." 

"You're married." To ME, Sirius almost added, but he held back. It wouldn't matter to James that he was married to Sirius, but it mattered that he was married. 

"You said that you didn't want us sleeping together to change anything." 

Sirius glared at him, the urge to punch him intensifying. "I meant that I'm not in love with you, not that you get to pretend you're not married, you bloody idiot." 

"I think you're overreacting," James said, oblivious to the way Sirius's anger rose sharply. "I've been flirting with Lily since I was eleven, and she's no more likely to respond positively to it now than she was when I started." 

"It's not about her. I don't give a shit about her." 

"Then what's the problem?" 

"Do you have any idea how that looks? How it makes me look? If my parents hear about this, they're going to send me a bloody Howler. More to the point, if I ever catch you flirting with someone ever again, I'm going to hex your bollocks off. Got it?" 

"Erm. Got it. I still don't see why you care so much. It's not like anyone thinks we're in love," James said. "It's not like cheating you or summat." 

"You're not getting this," Sirius growled. Punching James would hurt his hand, but it would make him feel better. He was sorely tempted to give it a try and see how it went. 

"No, I'm not getting it," James agreed. "Why would you care?" 

Sirius grabbed his tie and yanked James down to his eye level, knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the fabric. "Don't. Do it. Again. Understand?" 

James swallowed. "Yep," he said, sounding strained. 

"Good." Sirius pulled him in and kissed him. It wasn't very nice. It was too hard, and Sirius still had half a mind to hit him. "I'll see you in class," he said, releasing his tie and breezing past him to leave the room. 

*

"I think Sirius likes me," James said. 

"Really?" Peter asked doubtfully. "Because he kind of looked like he wanted to kill you." 

Remus nodded. "Kill you painfully and get his brother to help him hide the body." 

"Yeah, but after he yelled at me, he kissed me. That means something, right?" 

"Probably means that he likes getting snogged," Peter said. 

"I think you're wrong." 

"Do you have any proof for that?" Remus asked. "Or do you just want it to be true." 

"Hey, we're shagging now. That's progress that neither of you thought I would make when we got engaged." 

They both blinked at him. "I would love to have that amount of confidence," Peter said. 

"Oh shut it," James grumbled. "He totally loves me." He could've done without thinking that Sirius was going to kill him before that realisation, but it was nice to know all the same. 

"Keep living the dream, Prongs," Remus said. 

"Get bent." 

*

Sirius blinked at the wrapped present in front of him. "What is this?" 

"A gift," James said. 

"Why?" 

"Because it's your birthday." 

"So?" 

"So you're my husband, and it's your birthday, and generally spouses give gifts on important dates like anniversaries and birthdays. Are you going to open it?" 

Sirius continued to stare down at it. James had gotten him a present. 

James took his silence as a no. "Alright. Well, I hope you like it." He leaned forward and gave Sirius a quick peck on the cheek, then left for class. Sirius didn't have anything in this time slot, so he was free to stand there and be confused. 

He got him a present. Because they were married and it was his birthday. That was... thoughtful. His parents had never given him any presents on his birthday before. James had even taken the time to wrap it. He knew that it was James that had wrapped it and not someone else, because it wasn't professional. The ribbon wrapped around the edges wasn't perfectly even, and the bow had crinkled in places from where James had tied it then redone it. He turned it upside down for a moment and noticed that some of the edges from the uncoloured part were peeking through. 

Sirius stared at the gift for a while longer. Longer than he would've done if anyone had been around to see it, but it was on in his mind on a loop. James got me a present. Eventually, Sirius had to open it. What if it was a joke gift? What if it was socks? Then he would've been standing here like a dumbarse for no reason. 

He slid the ribbon aside and tore open the paper, then stared some more. Chocolates. 

He tried to tell himself that that was a pretty generic gift, especially for a married couple, but it was his favourite flavour. White chocolate with cherries. That wasn't something James picked off the shelf at a guess. The Honeydukes in Hogsmeade didn't even carry this; they only had it at their location in Diagon Alley. James had gone out of his way to get these for Sirius. There was a bar and some truffles, both of which they carried, but there was also fudge in the same flavour and a lollipop. He'd had to ask for them special. That took time. How long had he been planning this? 

And Sirius had never told him that these were his favourite, so how did he know? Regulus would sooner switch to Hufflepuff than he would talk to James, which meant that James had heard Sirius talk to Regulus about how Honeydukes had been out when he went to pick up his school supplies for the year and then was sad about it. That was ages ago-- in the summer. James had heard him mention it to someone else months ago, and he remembered it. 

It left him even more speechless than before, somehow. James... liked him. That was the only explanation. Sirius had sort of thought that James was just playing nice this whole time, but he hadn't; he actually liked Sirius. Despite every reason not to. Bloody hell, how long had that been going on? Why would he like Sirius in the slightest after everything? It's not like Sirius had been the best roommate during summer, and now that they were at Hogwarts, Sirius didn't seek him out to talk. They had most of their classes together, and sure, they had to talk during meals a few times a week over whatever James's parents had sent them in the morning post. Yeah, Sirius snuck into his dormitory a couple times throughout the week so they could fool around, but... that didn't... oh fuck. He liked James too. When the hell did that happen? And how did he not notice until now? 

*

Sirius was smug as he leaned back. He wiped at his face with the back of one hand-- really, why did sucking someone off have to be so messy?-- and crawled up to be beside him. "Thanks for the chocolates," he whispered, kissing James's cheek softly. 

"Guh," James tried, then took a couple more breaths. "I think you sucked my brains out." 

"Good," Sirius said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

James didn't respond for a minute. His eyes looked sort of glazed over. "Not complaining," he said slowly, "but you could've just said thank you." 

"Yeah," Sirius agreed. He laid his head down next to James's, on his side, and one leg curled over on him. 

He felt James shift to glance at him. "Sorry. Give me a minute, and I can get you off." 

"Don't worry about it." 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah." 

"...You okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" 

James didn't say anything for a minute. "I don't mind it, but you're... not acting like you normally do." 

"You mean how normally I run to the other side of the bed?" 

"Yeah." 

Sirius sighed. "I dunno. Felt like cuddling, is all." 

"Does that mean you won't get mad at me if I put an arm around you?" 

"Go for it." 

James tentatively put his arm around Sirius, and when he didn't get poked in the side for it, he relaxed. 

*

"You know what's weird? I think Sirius likes you now," Remus said. He had far too much surprise in his tone for James's liking. 

"Yeah. He was really happy that I'd given him a present on his birthday, so I figured more presents would make him like me more." It wasn't his best idea, but Sirius seemed to like the attention. Of course, his thanks usually came in the form of mind-blowing sex, so that was nice too. Not to say that the sex was the only reason he kept getting Sirius gifts. They got closer. Sirius actually cuddled with him now. He liked the closeness. Being able to hold him was-- not to be melodramatic-- a dream come true. He didn't think it would stop if he stopped getting Sirius presents, but he really did like how thrilled Sirius was by it every single time. Now, would he prefer that Sirius liked him just for him? Of course. But he was going to take what he could get. 

"So you've been buying him a whole bunch of gifts to make him like you?" Peter asked. 

"Pretty much." 

"What happened to winning him over with your charms?" Remus asked. 

"Bugger off." 

Remus, the unsympathetic arse, laughed. "Maybe you should get him a necklace so that he'll shag you." 

James didn't say anything, but something in his face must've given him away because Peter said, "Woah, he's sleeping with you already? You must be over the bloody moon. I'm shocked you've kept your mouth shut about it. How long ago did it happen?" 

"I'm not telling you pricks anything." 

"A while, then," Remus guessed. Peter nodded in agreement. 

"Bugger off," James said again, grabbing his bag. He'd go to the library to get his homework done since clearly he wasn't going to get it done in here tonight. 

He opened the door and Remus called, "Why don't you order him a necklace and he'll go down on you!" 

"Shut it!" James said, closing the door a bit harder than he'd meant. Things went from bad to worse when he turned and saw Sirius standing a few steps down, face close off. "Er." Shite. "It's not what it sounded like. Remus was just being an arse." 

"I'm sure," he said tightly. He had his own bag slung over his shoulder, and one hand was raised, holding the strap in place. His sleeve had fallen down a little, making the bracelet on his wrist visible. James had bought it for him a week after his birthday. Sirius had liked it so much that he'd ridden James that night, holding him close the entire time. 

"Sirius," James said desperately, "it- it really wasn't what it sounded like." 

"Don't touch me," Sirius mumbled, slapping his hand away when it got too close. With a shaking hand, he took the bracelet off and slipped it into his pocket. When he looked at James again, he was glaring. "You don't talk to your friends about me. Not like that. Understand?" 

"I wasn't. They said that it seemed like you like me now, and I said it was probably because of the presents." 

"I fail to see how that helps you." 

"I buy you presents because it makes you happy! They were making jokes about it- sodding, buying sex or summat, but that's not what it was." 

Sirius gave a short, unconvinced hum. "You don't talk about our sex life with them. Not what we do, what we don't do, or how often. What leads up to it, or what we do afterwards. Got it?" 

"I wasn't-!" James threw up his hands. "You know what? Fine. I promise. It's no bloody wonder you don't understand; it's not like you have friends." 

Sirius didn't say anything. He didn't change his expression. 

There was a little pulse of adrenaline with being such a complete and total tosser, and James clenched his jaw instead of apologising. He was pissed, okay? Sirius was accusing him of gossiping and talking shite about him to his mates, and then he didn't listen when James tried to tell him that he hadn't done anything of the sort. Sirius should trust him more. 

When Sirius silently turned and walked down the stairs, that's what James told himself: he should trust me more. 

For his part, Sirius was thinking that it would make Regulus's day if he told him that he could punch James. Since James would know exactly why it happened, it's not even like Regulus would have to dodge a return punch or anything. Pissed off as he was, though, he didn't want for James to get hurt. It would be satisfying for about two hours, and then he'd feel guilty. And instead of working through whatever the fuck was going on with James, he'd have to apologise. He wasn't in the mood to apologise, and he knew that he wouldn't be any time soon. 

*

Sirius couldn't have been more surprised to see James if he tried. Because Sirius was in bed. In his own dormitory. And James was standing there awkwardly, surrounded by green like he'd sworn he would never do. "What the-?" There was noise as someone passed by the door, and Sirius yanked James onto his bed and closed the curtain. Absently, he cast a silencing spell, then turned to James. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Erm. Apologising," James said sheepishly. "In theory. You kind of look like you want to kick my arse, so I'm not sure I'll get it all out." 

"You're apologising?" He'd kind of thought that James wouldn't. He'd make some sort of gesture, Sirius would stop being mad at him, and that was close enough. Even if he had thought James was going to apologise, he thought it would've taken more time. Not a couple hours. 

"That was the intention." 

Sirius blinked. "Alright." He leaned back, effecting casualness. He wondered if James had noticed that he'd put the bracelet back on. "Let's hear it." 

"I'm sorry I said you don't have any friends. Regulus is your best mate, and it's not like you can really get along with the other people in Slytherin because they're all arseholes." 

"You're an arsehole." 

"Yeah, but I'm an arse in a way that's sometimes likeable. They keep... mocking you and calling you a girl. Say what you want about me, but at least I've never done that." 

"The bar is really buggering low there, James." 

"That's my point. The bar is low and none of them can reach it. So, y'know, I'm not actually judging you for not having friends." 

"You're not very good at apologising." 

James made a face. "Yeah. Sorry. I don't have a whole lot of practice." 

"Stop telling me that I don't have any friends, for one." 

"But... you don't." 

"Yeah, but I already know that. That's not what I'm mad at you for." 

"It isn't?" James asked. 

"No." He'd thought it was pretty obvious what he was mad about. "Why do think I'm mad about that?" 

"Because I said it to be mean?" James guessed. 

Sirius blew out a breath. "Look. You... you said that you didn't... you know. Tell your mates anything, right?" 

"I didn't tell them anything." 

Sirius nodded slowly and swallowed past the lump in his throat. "People just- they always want to know, you know?" 

"Er. I don't know, actually." 

Sirius squirmed uncomfortably. "The me-being-a-bloke thing. They want to know every sodding detail. Who tops. If I left you touch me. If you go down on me. If I do it for you." 

"That's fucked up." 

"Yeah. And I get that we're married and you don't- love me or anything, but I want all of that to be private. I know it's normal locker room talk but-" 

"No, I get it. Really, Sirius, I didn't say anything to them. They were teasing me about trying so hard to get you to like me, and... yeah." 

Sirius wasn't entirely sure he believed that. "You're trying to get me to like you?" he asked instead. 

"Well, yeah. I thought it was kind of obvious." 

"It sort of was." 

"Then why are you questioning me about it?" James asked. "You're a hard bloke to understand, you know that?" 

"Comes with being so gorgeous." 

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" James asked hopefully. Merlin, he was so bloody cute. 

Sirius blew out a breath. "It's in the works. I don't think your mates like me very much, though." 

"What they don't like is that I talk about you all the time. They like you fine." 

Sirius hummed. "Whatever." They'd have plenty of time to get used to each other. 

*

James slid a small box across the table. It was a ring box-- that much was obvious. There was a small, professionally done bow tacked on top. 

"What is this?" Sirius asked. Since the whole blow up they'd had with James's friends over presents, James had stopped. Because Sirius told him to and James agreed. This was not holding to that agreement. 

"I know you said no more presents, but trust me, this one doesn't count." 

"How does it not count?" 

"Open it, and you'll see." 

"If I don't see, does that mean I get to push your face in a bowl of pudding?" 

James rolled his eyes. "Sure." 

Satisfied with that answer, Sirius pulled the box towards himself and opened it. Then he blinked. "This is an engagement ring." 

"Yeah." 

Sirius looked up at him. "Why? You do realise we're already married, right?" 

"Yeah but," James hesitated. Slowly, he reached his hand across the table. He hovered for a moment, then laid his hand down on Sirius's wrist. "I erm. I really care about you, Sirius. Even if we hadn't been forced into this... I'd still want to be married to you." 

He couldn't breathe. The room felt four times smaller than it had a minute ago. Had it gotten hotter? He was pretty sure it had gotten warm in here because his palms were sweaty. Where James's fingers were circled around around his wrist felt like it was about to burn. 

"I don't want to say that you feel the same way, but I think that maybe you don't mind me quite as much as when we started all this." 

"I don't-" Sirius stuttered. He couldn't breathe. He closed the box. 

James's face fell, but he smiled right after. He was smiling, but he looked more sad than Sirius had ever seen him before. "It's okay. I didn't think you'd accept, but I had to try." He pulled his hand back and grabbed the box, trying to take it. 

Sirius clamped his fingers around it. 

"Erm, Sirius?" 

He took a deep breath-- maybe the key had been getting the ring out of sight. 

James tugged on the ring box, and Sirius glared at him. 

"Mine." 

James's eyebrows went up. "Excuse me?" His grip went slack enough that Sirius could snatch the ring box out of reach. 

"Mine," Sirius said again. 

"I don't think you can say no to the proposal, and then keep the ring. I'm pretty sure that's not how that works." 

Sirius doubled down on his glare. "I didn't say no." 

"Saying nothing in the moment counted as an answer," James said, but mostly he looked confused. "And the answer was no." 

"Then I'm taking that answer back and replacing it with a different one." 

"And that different answer would be?" James was so buggering adorable. Sirius thought it was obvious that he was about to say yes, but James had an expression like he had no idea where this was going. 

"It's a..." Sirius chickened out. "Sort of yes," he finished instead of the complete yes that he'd wanted to say. He wasn't ready for that. He hated it, but he wasn't ready. James was here, laying his heart on the line, and Sirius could barely meet him half way. He figured James would be okay with it though, considering how the rest of their relationship had gone. "I'm keeping the ring but I'm not wearing it yet." 

"But you do want to wear it some day?" James asked slowly. 

Sirius nodded. 

James beamed like that made his entire damn week. "Okay. Yeah, no, that's- that's great. You can take as much time as you need." 

Merlin, Sirius wanted to kiss him. So he did. 

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Luke, Alex and I had always been close. Luke and I grew up together, but after the band got created, it felt like our limited time together was even more special. Alex had always been the one to chaperone Luke and I when we went out, seeing as he and Luke got on very well.

It was no surprise to anyone when Luke and I finally got together, and nobody was more supportive of our relationship then Alex. In fact he was probably more excited about it then Luke and I were.

We all lived together, which was something that was still new to all of us. Although Luke and I were in a relationship, we thought it would be better if we had our own rooms.

It had become a routine for one of the guys to sneak into my room for some cuddles at night, which usually meant that I had to share with one of them.

I watch as my bedroom door quietly creaks open, the dim light of the hallway floods the corner of the room that it's facing, as a body slips in through the door, closing it fully after they enter. I watch as they walk to the side of the bed, and lift up the covers, before getting in.

"You're not very sneaky." I whisper, causing Alex to jump slightly.

"You're supposed to be asleep." He pulls me in closer, as he always does.

"I was before the Hallway light blinded me." I look up at him, watching as he rolls his eyes.

"Go to sleep," He whispers back to me.

"But now you're here, we should have a party." I suggest, dancing slightly in the position I was currently in.

"It's nearly midnight, you need to sleep."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead." I challenge him. He looks down at me, smirking widely.

"Luke will kill me if I let you stay up." Although he was trying to get out of it, because of how luke will react, I knew that he really wanted to.

Without any hesitation, I lift the covers off me, and jump off the bed, not waiting for Alex as I hurried out the door. I didn't make any effort in keeping quiet, knowing that I would be waking Luke in a few seconds.

I walk to Luke's door, and watch as Alex walks out my room, a worried look plastered on his face. I turn the doorknob, and creep into the bedroom. Alex rushed behind me, putting his hands on my waist to try stop me, but it just encourages me as I shout:

"CONGA LINE!"

Luke bolts up in bed, watching as I dance around his room, Alex's hands on my hips, as he smiles slightly at Luke.

I was expecting Luke to shout at Alex and I, but he just smiled, yawned and got out of bed, all while I was still dancing.

He walked toward me, making me stop in my tracks. He leans down and plants a kiss on my cheek, before giving Alex a kiss on his cheek, making Alex overreact completely, as he ends up on the floor. Luke then walks out the room, leaving Alex and I alone, and confused.

"Why did he just leave like that?" I ask Alex.

"He's so tired of your shenanigans that he's not even bothered anymore." Alex laughs, still sitting on the floor.

"Shut up." I step over Alex and walk out the door, going to find Luke. I walk through the entire upstairs section, and can't find him, so I venture downstairs.

The moment I get down there, I smell pancakes. I walk into the kitchen, and see Luke shirtless, wearing a fluffy pink apron, making blueberry pancakes at nearly one in the morning.

"Well, that's not a normal sight." I laugh slightly.

"I'm just making the best out of a situation. I promised myself that if I couldn't sleep I would make some pancakes, and thanks to you two," he looks behind me, making me turn to see Alex standing there, smiling, "I don't think I'll ever get to sleep."

I walk up to him and inspect the pancake that was currently in his pan.

"Do we at least get some?" I ask him innocently.

"Absolutely not." Luke replies without a thought to spare.

"No biggie, it's not like I wanted your flat ass pancakes anyway." I turn to walk away, but am scooped up from behind, by a giggling Luke. He runs to Alex and basically throws me into his arms, making me scream, as he goes back to his pancakes.

"How dare you prioritize your pancakes over me!" I yell at him, as Alex puts me down.

"At least my pancakes aren't annoying."

"Wait! I have a joke." Luke and I turn our attention toward Alex, knowing this would probably be a good one. "What do you have in common with that pancake."

Alex looks proud as Luke and I try work out the pun, but inevitably fail.

"You both are getting eaten by Luke later."

He wiggles his eyebrows, and even though it takes me a few seconds, I finally get what he meant.

"3." I say quietly, giving Alex a death stare.

"3 what?" Alex asks as he cockily folds his arms.

"2." I whisper.

"Run!" Luke screams, making Alex bolt upstairs.

"1." I scream as I run after him, making sure that he'll pay for his dirty mind.

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CHAPTER TWENTY:

The sun had been brightly shining on her face for hours now, but she managed to avoid it, too tired to wake yet. It was a little after noon. They had to leave in a few hours to go back home. Elizabeth couldn’t be too sure when the last person had gone home after the party, because she had slipped away at 3 AM to go to bed in a guest room. It felt weird going to Harry’s room to sleep, and if she was being honest, she was still a little bothered about his ex-girlfriend being there. She didn’t want to argue with him, after all, he did spend the rest of the night practically showing Elizabeth off to all of his friends, but she did see him saying goodbye to Camille before she left and couldn’t help but doubt herself when she saw his arms tighten around her and thought she saw a bit of sadness watching her leave. He said he was over her, but was he? Or was she just overreacting? Either way, she felt like she needed distance after that to avoid saying things she didn’t mean, so she just went to a guest room to sleep.

She heard the door creak open, the patter of footsteps, a couple clinks on the bedside table, and the bed depress behind her, arms snaking their way around her waist, pulling her in tight. The familiar subtly spicy scent lingered in the air as a smile flicked onto Elizabeth’s face. She couldn’t stay mad at Harry for long, not when his touch was so gentle and sweet. She let herself sink into him for a moment before turning to face him, fluttering her eyes open to be met inches from his emerald green ones, noticing speckles of yellow in them. His eyes twinkled at her.

“What are you doing in here?” Harry whispered, kissing her nose.

Suddenly she felt silly for being insecure. She yawned, “I don’t know. Must have had too much to drink. When did you go to bed?”

“The last person left at 4,” he said, sitting up and reaching over to the side table. “I made you some food.”

He held a plate with eggs, sausage, and fruit, and a cup of coffee in front of her, knowing she’d want breakfast even though it was lunch time. She smiled and sat up, grabbing it. It was weird how quickly the two of them became so deeply invested in each other. Surely them knowing each other since childhood played a part in it, but they had been separated for so long, that couldn’t be the only reason for it. They’ve always had a pull towards each other, some kind of force wanting them to be together. Maybe it was destiny? Elizabeth wasn’t too sure if she believed in that kind of stuff, but there was no other way to explain it. At least, none that she could think of. Maybe she was just really horny. Maybe Harry was just really lonely. Who knows?

After they ate, she took a shower and decided not to wear makeup today as she had to fly for over ten hours and she just wanted to be as comfortable as she could. Somehow, Elizabeth managed to not pack enough shirts. Usually she was over-prepared when it came to packing, but because this was a last minute decision to come here, she must have miscalculated the amount of time she'd be there. She shuffled through Harry’s dresser, grabbing a grey t-shirt with a large yellow smiley face on it, slipping it on before heading downstairs with her luggage.

Harry smiled when he saw her, putting his weight on one foot and crossing his arms, “Is that shirt mine?”

She looked down at herself, grinning back up at him, “Sorry. I didn’t have any more tops. I’ll give it back later.”

He shook his head, pulling her closer to him, “Don’t. It looks better on you.”

A driver came to take them to the airport and it took nearly an hour for bags to be loaded, everyone to get situated, and in the air. Everyone was pretty rowdy as it was nearly 5 PM, but it was a ten and a half hour flight, so it eventually died down. They’d be arriving in London a little before noon on Saturday because of the time difference. Half of the people on the plane had fallen asleep and the other half were either scrolling through their phones or chatting. Harry had an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder as she rested her head on his chest, talking with Mitch, Sarah, and Jeffrey about plans for the next couple weeks.

“I have the studio booked for you all day Sunday, and then on Monday you have your first meeting with your Gucci stylist for an outfit to wear to the LA fashion show in two weeks,” Jeffrey said.

Harry nodded, “What time are we getting to the studio on Sunday? I really wanna knock out at least two songs. Completed.”

“Maybe we can get there around 9?” Mitch suggested, looking around at everyone who nodded in agreement. “I think we can definitely knock out at least two songs, if not three. They’re practically finished, we just need backing vocals and a couple different chord changes.”

“Have you heard any of the songs yet, Lizzy?” Sarah asked.

Elizabeth shook her head, relaxed as Harry stroked her hair, “Only Cringe. He hasn’t let me listen to anything else. He keeps changing the subject.”

Everyone looked at Harry, slightly amused. Mitch said, “Not even one? You should let her come and listen. What, were you gonna wait for her to hear them once they were released?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Harry shrugged, looking down at her, “You said you were going to be in London with Kate, Lewis, and Matt this weekend, right?” she nodded and he continued, “Maybe we can all grab some lunch together and then head back to the studio?”

Elizabeth nodded, “Yeah, we have no official plans so I’m sure they’d be down for that.”

“Perfect,” Harry looked up at his band mates, “We can play them that one song…”

Elizabeth furrowed her eyes in confusion, but the subject had changed and she decided to let it go, eventually falling asleep. Hours had passed when she felt herself being shaken away. This time, by Jeffrey. She sat up, seeing the plane descending as he woke everyone else up. There were groans echoing in the plane, gathering up last minute items.

Harry wiped the sleep from his eyes and stretched, falling into Elizabeth and resting his head by her stomach while wrapping his arms around her waist. She laughed, fluffing his hair. 

“Am I taking you home?” He yawned.

“No, Matt’s picking me up, remember? I just have to grab a few things from my place before we head over to Kate’s.”

He sat up and frowned, “I forgot. I don’t want you to leave yet.”

Elizabeth chuckled, “We’ve been together for 2 weeks straight. Are you not bored of me yet?”

“Not even a little.”

The plane had landed and everyone piled out. Everyone’s cars were pulled up and parked, waiting for them, and Elizabeth could see Matt stepping out of his car wearing a chauffeur suite with a huge grin on his face. She excitedly weaved through everyone, jumping into his arms and laughing.

“You big idiot!” She squeezed him.

“What, and come pick you up from a private jet in peasant clothes? What do you take me for?” He joked, turning his attention to Harry who was walking up to them. They clasped hands and smacked each other on the bag in a friendly hug, saying their hello’s.

“I mentioned to Lizzy that I’ll be in the studio tomorrow not far from you guys if you wanted to grab some lunch and come back with me, I was kinda hoping you all could listen to a song we wrote for my next album,” Harry asked him.

“Yeah, man, that sounds cool. I’ll let the other’s know,” Matt nodded, turning to Lizzy, “You ready to go? I’ll go grab your bags.”

Elizabeth smiled as he headed towards the pile of bags that were being taken off of the plane. She turned to look at Harry whose lips were turned down in a frown again and she laughed, standing on her toes to give him a hug. He squeezed her tighter and nestled his head into her hair, swaying her slightly.

“Thanks for everything,” she whispered.

“Don’t,” he choked up, covering it with a little chuckle, standing up. She could see his eyes looked glassy, “You say it like I won’t see you again.”

She laughed, shaking her head, “It’s one night! I’m going to see you tomorrow!”

“I know. But I got used to being with you.”

Matt returned with the bags, throwing them in the trunk and getting in the car, waiting patiently. She turned back to Harry with an empathetic frown, placing her hands on his cheek and pressing her lips to his. This time, it felt different. The kiss felt more deep and loving than it ever had. She fed into it, letting herself be carried away in the moment before snapping back to reality. When she pulled away he looked into her eyes for a moment and her heart started racing, understanding. She knew it at that moment. The hurt she felt from having to leave, the yearning for more of his touch. The unwavering feeling of comfort by just a look from him. The ache she felt seeing him even remotely upset, even if it was over something so silly. She loved him.

Elizabeth cleared her throat, stepping back. This is a pretty shitty time to come to this realization, a little scared at how fast it hit her. She gave him one more smile before stepping into the passenger seat, waving goodbye to Harry and everyone else as they drove away.

“Things look like they’re going alright with you and Harry, yeah?” Matt said, “Did you guys make it official yet?”

“Not yet,” Elizabeth swallowed, turning up the stereo to his car.

The great thing about having been friends with Matt for over twelve years was that he knew her completely. When she was happy, when she was upset, when she was angry, and when she needed a distraction. So instead of carrying on the conversation, he did what he does best: make her laugh. He blasted the raunchiest songs he had on his playlist and they screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs, rocking the car as they danced. Stopping at her home was a ten minute ordeal, throwing her luggage in her room and transferring her makeup to a smaller duffel bag with new, clean clothes before going right back in Matt’s car.

They decided to stop and grab some carryout chinese food for everyone on the way to Lewis and Kate’s house, letting themselves right in the door and tossing it on the table before tackling her friends who were spread across the couch. Kate and Elizabeth screeched in excitement, squeezing each other tightly and laughing.

“How was your honeymoon?” Elizabeth finally sat up, giving a quick hug to Lewis as Matt unloaded the food.

“Oh my god, so dreamy! I’m a little sad to be back!” Kate swooned, thanking Matt for her food. “How was LA? I need all the details.”

“It was good, but you first! I wanna know everything.”

Kate and Lewis gushed about their week-long adventure in Cancun, swimming, relaxing, and exploring. It amazed her how much Kate and Lewis seemed genuinely in love, even after twelve years of growing up with each other. A true inspiration. 

Elizabeth nearly avoided having to talk about her trip, until Kate remembered. When she mentioned all the things that had happened, she started out vague at first. But towards the end, she wound up spilling her soul out to her friends; telling them about the interviews, about how many times they had sex and how great it was, about her feelings, about how she thought she loved him. They listened, uninterrupting. They let her spill everything that’s been on her chest the past two weeks that she was too afraid to say to Harry. She didn’t realize how much emotion she had pent up until she felt her chest get heavy and her eyes start to well up with tears. Her three friends surrounded her, smothering her in hugs.

“It’s okay to be scared,” Matt was the first to speak, surprising them with how serious he was being. “Listen, after all the shit you went through the last time he left and the bullshit with Kyle, I don’t blame you for being scared. But, Lizzy, he’s not Kyle. I know I talked all this shit two weeks ago about being careful, but he seems ready for this.”

Kate nodded in agreement, “You should give him a chance.”

“I know. And he’s been really patient with me while I try to figure everything out. But it’s not just as simple as ‘I’ll be your girlfriend now’, you know? There’s the press, the fans, the effect on his image. It’s a lot involved.”

“And you should have that conversation with him,” Lewis said. “It doesn’t have to be right this second. But when you have the opportunity where you two can really sit down face-to-face and have a conversation privately, you should tell him how you feel. You should allow yourself to be vulnerable.”

“Yeah, and at least this way you can continue to babystep your relationship. If it starts out more privately it gives you more time to adjust to this new kind of world before the press finds out. I mean obviously there are already people who are assuming you’re dating, but it seems like for the most part people truly believe you’re just old friends,” Kate said.

Elizabeth nodded in agreement, thanking her friends for their words of advice and encouragement. She heard her phone alert her of a text and she grabbed it, seeing it was a message from Harry. She opened it with a slight smile, but as she read, that smile started to disappear.

‘I’m so sorry Lizzy.’

Her eyes furrowed in confusion as she clicked the link that was attached to his text and her throat swelled, palms sweaty as she read the title ‘Just Friends? Harry Styles Caught Kissing An Old School ‘Friend’.’ The picture immediately below was a shot from when they landed back in London as they were saying goodbye to each other. Elizabeth’s hands were on his cheeks and he had her in a tight hug, leaning over her slightly so that she was slightly bent back. Her cheeks flushed as she read the article that had tons of remarks about how Harry had been denying their involvement all week and how they definitely seem to be closer than he’s said, and things like ‘We didn’t know friends kissed like that’. How the hell would he explain that one away?

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Last kiss

Chrollo x reader angst

this is my first writing so please be gentle and if it’s ooc let me know >_<. Tagging @trashscenariihxh and @needygirl17 cause they’re awesome.

It was a cold moonless night. The sky was dark with little to no clouds, the air freezing ice cold it made it hurt to breath. the pain in her lungs was welcome, as it distracted her from the pain in her heart. She slowly looked out of the window. The fireplace was illuminating her tear struck face. the ground was painted white with the little snow flakes falling. All that could she think of was “why” ?

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered

For just us to know

You told me you loved me So why did you go away? Away

She closed her eye’s and it played in her head like a broken tape. His grey eyes looking up from the book he was reading to her as she laid down listening to him explaining something so philosophical. She didn’t care about the book and certainty didn’t enjoy the him explanation things over and over, but his voice like butter and she couldn’t help but sighing. Looking at you laying at the couch listening closely must’ve triggered something “I love you”. His eyes looking at her and smiling. His sweet beautiful smile “I love you too” you said sleepily while smiling back.

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement

I ran off the plane

That July 9th

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

I can still feel your arms

You’ve had it with him ! How many times would her belittle your intelligent like that ?! You two were simply playing chess for fun. He’d won the last 12 times but it was just for fun right ? Wrong, “wow, you’d think with all the reading I do for you you’d at least catch on few things.” He said smiling, that proud smug smile. “Maybe I expected a lot from someone with average intelligent ?” That did it to you. You took your bags and left. We’re you overreacting ? Maybe but you won’t stand it anymore. You felt two arms engulfing you and you started squirming. He just squeezed you fighter while whispering in your ear “you didn’t think you can escape me that easy did you?” “LET ME GO YOU GIANT SMARTASS” you said angrily while clinging to him. He felt so warm , so comforting , just like home. He leaned your head on his chest. “I apologize, would you stay ?” His voice did it, or maybe his touch ? You didn’t know exactly as you debate in your head while sitting in his lap looking through the window. The rhythmic thumping to the window indicated that it started raining. Both of you looked at it as a plane flew over and you couldn’t help thinking “that could’ve been the one I booked in”

But now I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is

I don't know how to be something you miss

I never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

You clinged to his jacket sniffling. The only thing he left behind. It smelled so much like him. He always had this unique smell to him. Smell of cleanliness , hair gel , and old books. You felt your heart throbbing as you hugged your body trying to stop your limbs from freezing. you didn’t bother to pay the electricity bill and you’re now regretting it. you couldn’t help it. It was all perfect, he was perfect and you felt perfect. You closed your eyes filling another wave of emotions hitting you. The last time you saw him it was a day before a big exhibition in the near museum. You remember talking about going but he just smiled and grabbed you in. You both kissed passionately. His kisses were like him teasing , exploding, hot, passionate and demanding. You couldn’t help but falling deep as you kissed him back. He always felt like him. You felt yourself scream at the memory. Why ? Why did he leave? It was all good! You bit your lips hard suppressing his name as you cried harder

I do remember the swing of your step

The life of the party, you're showing off again

And I roll my eyes and then

You pull me in

I'm not much for dancing

But for you I did

You hugged your knees close to your chest as you just as you looked out. The snowing has stopped as the raining started. Wow, how long were you staying in your spot ? The weather changed dramatically. The white colored streets showed it true color as the rain washed everything away. You looked down at your knees and thought “was it all an act ?” You looked up remembering when did he ever seem off ? It was a month after you started seeing each other. He insisted you go to this party , you never liked them but he seemed really excited for it or as much as his power face would show. It was a benefit of some sort with a lot of rich assholes. He seemed to blind perfectly between them. Everyone had a date so is that why he took you ? He was smiling being polite to everyone as the music started. He asked you to dance so charmingly so how could you say no ? He moved so gracefully guiding you through the song. You remember when the host was dancing with his wife nearby and how his facade as slipped for a second. His smiling face twisted darkly before returning to his smiling self. You thought you imagined it but did you ?

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something

There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

He always was perfect. Perfect looks , face , body , manners , smile. Even when he did what every boyfriend ever feared the most. Meeting the father. Your parents paid you a visit without a notice while he was over. The shocked look on their faces as you introduced them. They gave you the look “why didn’t you tell us ?” Once they sat and you went to make coffee you heard your father drilling him with questions. your mom tried smoothing the air but to no vail. You heard him talk , the politest he ever was “nice to meet you, I’m chrollo. I understand your fear and concerns but I assure you I only have the best intention in mind.” His polite yet firm tune made your dad follow suit. The air lost it intention as they started acting more Vivian and politely to each other. By the time you brought the tea and the cake your parents were in love with him. He teased you in front of them as he listened to their embarrassing stories from your childhood. He kept stopping you whenever you tried to change the subject. He was charming yet as always when interrupting you.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

You stood up grabbing your phone. His jacket trapped behind you as you looked through it. Again no messages - at least not from the one who matters - you wiped your face fiercely trying to make your vision clear. Your phone was turned off were you hallucinating again ? You slowly walked to the other side of the room looking for the battery. You wanted no needed your phone. you had a photo of him. He always stopped you or changed the subject when you wanted to take a selfie of you both, but you did it. He was sleeping peacefully when you came home early. You quickly took a picture of him. He looked so comfortable and vulnerable. You want to see his face again. You missed it too much ! All his traces were gone ! The people in the party were bankrupt after their computers were hacked and lost all their money and vanished after it. No one else knew about him as if he didn’t existed. You collapsed to the grown crying. You felt so empty ! He was with you for so long yet it took so little for him to just disappear.

Hope it's nice where you are

And I hope the sun shines

And it's a beautiful day

And something reminds you

You wish you had stayed

You can plan for a change in weather and time

But I never planned on you changing your mind

You laid on the grown feeling so weak. Your throat was dry , your stomach was empty , and your body felt just so cold. You laid on your side in the fetal position. You don’t remember the last time you ate or drink. It’s like your lost your will to live. Was it something he does ? Steal ? The exhibition items were stolen , the money for the people in the party was stolen, you heart was stolen. you felt your body warmth leaves as your eyes closed while thinking could it be him ?

So I'll go sit on the floor

Wearing your clothes

All that I know is

I don't know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

Never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss

Forever the name on my lips Forever the name on my lips

Just like our last...

[taylorroger-s]

the great pretender // billy/four x reader

a/n eyyy first 6 underground fic!!!! this is for @billytheskywalker​’s challenge! the quote i chose is “on and on, does anybody know what we are living for?” and it fit the 6u vibe so well i just had to. also i have NO IDEA how crime statistic analysts work. i also don’t know where this came from? i didn’t want to get myself in too deep so there is potential for a part two depending on how this goes. also I have a pretty hefty 6u story in the works so stay tuned

masterlist here! // part two here!

warnings: cursing, existential crisis, lack of logical reasoning from all parties

enjoy :)

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“i’m so fucking done with this.” you were dangerously tempted to flip the table. what started out as an intimate date night with your boyfriend of three years had quickly devolved into a tirade about the pointlessness of life. your life for specifics. 

the restaurant was nice. too nice. a crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling, dark wood flooring reflected the dim lights, and white clothed tables sat at even intervals in the large dining room. what a way to make you feel better, right? cal meant well, but today your patience had run out. the fancy dress clinging to your frame and stiletto nails only added to the collected façade. and that was all it was, all you had ever been. a façade. you were just playing at being content with your role in life. but you were done with the pretending. there was so much pain and suffering in the world that you had the privilege to ignore, and you were over with letting it not bother you. 

“with what? babe, you’re not making sense.” cal murmured, doing his very best to calm you down. you had always been volatile at best, and he had perfected the art of calming you down, but you had snapped. the single feather to break your back came in the form of a poorly attended event that you had spent months organizing. for once, you were confident that you would make a difference. but it didn’t come to pass, and you had finally lost hope in your so called purpose.

you were on your feet now, nails digging into the annoyingly silky table cloth. the twin wine glasses on the table shook as the fabric curled around your fingers, slowly pulling the table settings closer to your rage. your hair had come undone from repeated touching, only adding to the emotional unraveling eating you alive. so much bad in the world that you had no power to change.

“who gives a shit! i can’t deal with it anymore. on and on, does anybody know what we are living for? it’s all just bullshit.” people at neighboring tables began to throw looks your way, ranging from anger to sympathy, which only pissed you off further. even the waiters looked concerned. cal was nearly quivering with embarrassment. it did nothing but fuel your passion. what was the point of it all if you couldn’t leave some mark? what was the point of your life, of anyone’s?

“you’re overreacting. just sit down and lets finish dinner.” he placed a warm hand on your wrist, attempting to use the feel of his soft skin against yours to drag you back down to earth. the poisoned, miserable earth. so much suffering all around you, and there you were, eating overpriced portions of salad and complaining about your privileged life. it hardened your heart just enough. you drew your hand back, crossing your arms across your chest. cal looked so hurt that it almost made you break, but then your eyes flicked to the watch on his wrist, the ridiculously expensive glass of wine next to his plate. more useless waste. you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“no. just… no. i’m done. this life we’re living is just so pointless, you know? we have no fucking power out here. we can’t change the world like this!” you could feel the murmurs and eyes of the other restaurant patrons bore into your back, their judgement heating your skin to a nearly unbearable degree. one man in particular seemed invested in your outburst. he wore sunglasses even in the relatively dim restaurant, blonde undercut contrasting with the impeccable suit he wore. he spoke in hushed tones with the people at his table, still watching you carefully. 

“who’s to say we can’t? please babe, i promise we can change the world. together, remember?” ah yes, the whispered promises you had made during a much simpler time, even if it was not too long ago. it was an empty promise back then and it was even more so now. you were never good at staying put, and the limit of your anger been reached. the box of all the bad things the world had to offer had overflowed, and you couldn’t pretend to be okay with it anymore. 

“i’m sorry, and this isn’t fair to you at all, but i’m done. i can’t live like this. i need to actually do something with my life. and this is exactly what has been holding me back.” you grew quieter, rage morphing into determination. you now knew what you had to do, grabbing your clutch and the thick coat hanging from your chair. cal rose to his feet, reaching out for you again. you drew back, pushing your chair in with a sense of finality. 

“y/n, please, i love you. don’t go.” cal pleaded with you desperately, clearly confused. you felt sorry for him. it wasn’t his fault. he was all any woman would want in a relationship. but you didn’t want to string him along for longer than you already had. he deserved someone who wanted him. you weren’t that someone. you heard the whispers from the blond man’s table grow quiet, another one of his party turning around to watch you. 

“goodbye cal. i wish you the best. but this is where i have to leave.” you held your chin as high as possible, holding back the tears that yearned to fall. the pressure in your throat rose until you couldn’t stand there anymore waiting for the tension to break. you turned on your heel and strode to the door, subconsciously plotting a path to walk by the mysterious man and his equally mysterious friends. 

“wait-” cal called, but you could sense the hopelessness in his voice. when you made up your mind, not heaven nor earth could stop you. with every step, you stood a little taller, knowing you were a few feet away from walking out of the restaurant and walking away from a part of the life you hated. you stopped for a moment right in front of the man, making eye contact despite logic screaming to not encourage him. his sunglasses had slipped down his nose, exposing the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. you struggled to force your next words out with his intense gaze on you. 

“no. it’s done.” you could just barely hear cal choke out a sob behind you, but you were too focused on the mystery man. he carefully licked his lips, making sure you were watching. a haze started to cloud your mind as the moment stretched onward, his eyes stripping away your common sense. but the little amount you had left urged you to move, tearing your attention away from the gorgeous blond and forcing you to walk out the door. 

the cold night air hit you like a punch to the gut, and you took a handful of deep breaths to steady yourself. it was done. you were free from at least one part of your past. but there was so much more holding you down. if only there was a way to erase it all. 

you sat down on the curb with a huff, forgetting the thin fabric of your dress and the wildly painful heels you had forced yourself into. maybe this was a mistake. you didn’t even have a plan for what a life of freedom would bring. you wanted to leave some mark, but what mark would that be? what could you possibly do? where was something that you would fight for? but a smooth, accented voice broke your moping before you could spiral too far. 

“you seem a little tense, love.” you knew without even looking that it was the frustratingly handsome man from inside. of fucking course he was british. just your luck. you clenched your fists tight against your side, sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of your palm. 

“fuck off before i make you.” you hissed, even though part of your brain wanted to turn around and walk right into him. but the pride you held kept you from succumbing. it wasn’t like you to have such an immediate pull towards another person, but there was something about this man that intrigued you like no other. 

“compelling offer, but i have an offer of my own for you. you said you wanted to change the world. we can help you do that. all you have to do is die.” he made it sound so simple. oh yeah, just put a bullet in your brain and change the fucking world. any attraction you had for him began to fizzle out. he had to be insane, right? death was… death. as in, erased from the world dead. buried six feet under dead. soon to be forgotten dead. he was acting like death was just another stage of life. 

“oh yeah, why didn’t i think of that? just die!” you were nearly hysterical. what insanity was this boy spouting? and yet, something in his voice drew you in further. he didn’t seem to be encouraging an actual death… at least that’s what the side of your brain already entranced by him thought. 

“you’re full of shit, you know that?” the logical part of your brain screamed against his magnetic pull, but you still turned around slowly to face him, breath catching in your throat from the devastating look he gave you. his sunglasses hung from his button up shirt where the top buttons hung open, collar fluttering in the nighttime breeze. 

“humor me. do you know what happens after you die? freedom, that’s what. no past or future to hold you back. you will finally have a chance to make a difference..” now he was just starting to confuse you further. he might be actually insane, you wondered to yourself, eyes narrowing as your skepticism grew. his bright green eyes locked with yours, not showing even the slightest hint of dishonesty. he seemed convinced that what he was saying was the truth. however, you weren’t won over quite yet. 

“wait wait, how does dying have to do with this?” you stood up, stepping back up onto the sidewalk until you were no more than a meter away from him. your question was warranted, and you were going to get an answer. holding your chin high, you took a step closer until you could see the scar stretching from his eyebrow to his temple. it only added to his dangerous mystique, and you found yourself wondering what on earth caused it. 

“cutting off all connections is the only way. we won’t be remembered. but what we can accomplish will.” so now he’s talking about more people like him? you broke your gaze with him, looking over his shoulder to see the five people he had been sitting with leaning against the wall. they all wore similar dark, sophisticated clothing and seemed immensely dangerous even from a distance. 

“who is we?” you muttered, still looking at the group gathered on the other side of the sidewalk. the person nearest to you gave you a wicked smile, and you quickly looked back up at the blond man just in time to see him lean into you. your breath hitched as he drew closer, senses overwhelmed by the smell of smoke on him. his lips brushed the shell of your ear and you did everything in your power to keep from melting. 

“come to this address tomorrow night if you want a reason to die.” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear over the steady wind, effectively capturing your mind completely. at that moment, you would probably do anything he asked. his hand came up and took yours, a sliver of paper passing from his palm to yours. as he pulled back, you curled your fingers protectively around the paper, never taking your eyes off his own bright green ones. 

am i actually considering doing this? you screamed at yourself as you slipped the paper into your clutch. this was 100%, totally, ridiculously insane. but you couldn’t seem to find a solid reason not to go where he wanted. he kept his gaze on you as he backed further away, eventually turning and returning to his group. you could only stand there and watch as they threw you cautious glances. there seemed to be a minor argument going on between a handful of their team, the two women with them standing to the side and rolling their eyes. 

while you continued your existential crisis, four, one, and three bickered over your usefulness. seven watched with furrowed brows, peeking over the top of his sunglasses. four was determined to get you on the team. he had been following you for a while, watching you with the rest of his ghosts as they infiltrated more government meetings. what first caught his eye was your looks, but billy soon saw the restless energy you had during all of those events, how your practiced smile cracked during every bit of pointless chatter. he could tell you wanted an escape. and he wanted nothing more than to give it to you. 

“four, what in the fuck are you thinking? you’re exposing our whole shtick to this random chick having a nervous breakdown!” one loudly whispered, almost hissing at four while they faced off. they both were too headstrong to back down. three clapped four on the back, leaning into his shoulder. their group wasn’t exactly conspicuous, and you were keeping an eye on them while waiting for a cab. “mate, i swear she is an asset! three, back me up.” four was almost pleading with one. it felt like an argument between a father and son. four couldn’t quite grasp why exactly he wanted you on the team so bad. you were well connected and had a job full of important information they could take advantage of, but it was nothing one couldn’t dig up himself in time. 

“nah man, i might be with one on this. sure, she’s cute, but what can she do that we can’t?” three just shrugged, clearly uninterested in the conversation. four glared at him, but continued his defense of you. 

“she’s rich. also, she works in crime statistics for the fbi. she knows all the crime hot spots, all the places police target. she had the passwords to get us into their directory.” four counted off his reasons to want you on the team, casting a glance over to where you were standing. his face fell when he realized you were gone, suddenly and anxiously doubting whether you would even show. one didn’t seem to notice and just continued arguing. 

“first, i’m the rich one. second, i’m also the information finder. third, how the fuck did you discover all this?” one’s voice was steadily growing in volume, and it took multiple dirty looks from five and a kick on the heel to get him to quiet down. despite their attempt at disguises, the ghosts weren’t exactly inconspicuous, and two & five were acutely aware of the attention they were getting on a saturday night in a popular part of town. 

“doesn’t matter. all i know is that she is gonna show up. you can make a fucking veto if you want, but i swear she can help.” four sacrificed some of his pride and folded his hands in front of him, turning up the pressure on one. he knew that it was a little insane to pick you from a crowd without consulting one or any of the other ghosts, but four had faith in you and your potential. 

“you damned millennial… fine. but if this fucks us over i’m gonna beat your ass so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a week, kid.” one hissed backed, finally breaking. four grinned, leaning against the wall with a smug smile. his heart skipped a beat at the thought of you joining the 6 of them. 

“deal.” one just rolled his eyes, walking to stand next to seven. after a few moments of charged silence, one sighed, clapping his hands to get the group’s attention - an unnecessary gesture. 

“alright cleavers, back to the haunted aircraft shell.” he turned on his heel and started walking to where their car was parked, the rest of the group filing in behind them, talking in hushed words. four ended up next to seven and slid his sunglasses back onto the bridge of his nose. a few passerby spared them a quizzical glance as they walked, but the six ghosts soon disappeared into their car and pulled onto the road. as if they were never there. 

“you sure about this billy?” seven muttered, keeping an eye on the back of one’s head. blaine himself had a soft spot for four, but this seemed to be a rash decision with little foresight. four just squared his shoulders and smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“sure as i’ll ever be.” 

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part two…? lmk if you’re down

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[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

Silky Smooth | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Fluff, mild Angst)

Category: Fluff, mild Angst (Suggested) Age: 15+ Trigger Warnings: Intended (playful) pain Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Bucky Loses A Bet Resulting In Him Having His Legs Waxed Request: “All of you making a bet over something (most likely stupid) and Bucky losses said bet. The consequence for losing the bet is the one who lost gets their legs waxed. Now Bucky was all cock sure when he lost, claiming that the pain of waxing won’t be bad. But little did he know what he got himself into. So, when you and Steve are warming the strips up between your hands Bucky gets nervous. But you won’t stop till his legs are smooth. And with that you place the first strip on and start. He howls.” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 1,920

—

“A sports day?” Wanda asks, eyebrows quirked.

“Yeah. I think it’ll be a great team building exercise!” Tony grins, watching the variation of responses from the team.

“I personally think it’ll be quite fun.” Thor thinks aloud.

“Second that! I wanna prove I can kick Tony’s ass, let alone these two super soldiers.” (Y/N) adds, mocking the term super.

“Put, alright, snowflake, I can kick your ass at any kind of sport.” The billionaire responds, Steve and Bucky chuckling.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Stark.” She laughs.

“Ooh, this is gonna be juicy.” Nat rubs her hands together, mocking anticipation as she glares down Clint who returns the stare.

“So, are there teams or are we on our own?” Sam asks, also intrigued at the idea.

“On our own for sure.” Tony finalises.

There’s a moment of groaning and laughing before Iron Man begins reading out the different events he’s planned.

Sparring

Swimming

1500m Sprint

Shooting

Laser Dodging

Wall Climbing

De-coding

Long Jump

Boxing

Obstacle Course

“The hell is laser dodging?” Bruce asks, raising a brow.

“Dodge the lasers.” Sam shrugs, Bruce giving him a bitch face.

“No shit, Bird Boy, but what does it entail?”

“One of the studios will have laser beams flying across it, you have to get to the other side without touching any of them.” Tony explains.

“That’s Nat’s dream.” Clint chuckles.

“Damn straight, I’m gonna kick all your ass’ at that.”

“Except (Y/N)’s.” Bucky laughs, the woman shrugging.

“True.”

“So, what’s the prize?” Wanda asks. “There’s got to be some incentive to get me to partake in a sports day against you crazy lot, so what’s the prize?”

“Ooh, how about free rein of the music at Tony’s parties for the next year?” (Y/N) suggests, Tony instantly throwing a cushion at her from the other sofa he’s sat on.

“Not a chance in hell, (L/N)!”

The woman laughs as she curls further into Steve’s side, her legs resting over Bucky’s as she sits on the sofa between the pair.

“The winner gets a trip to Hawaii, on me, with a plus one.” Tony offers.

“I want a plus two if I win.” (Y/N) quickly responds, wiggling her brows as she gestures to her two partners.

“Fine.” He groans.

“And the loser?” Sam asks.

“The loser has to clean the whole tower every day for a week.” Thor laughs.

“That’s mean! You can’t do that!” Clint whines.

“You planning on losing, Barton?” Nat asks, grinning ear to ear.

“In your dreams, Romanoff.”

“How about loser has to have ice-cold water thrown on them?” Wanda suggests.

“Nah, over too quickly and we’re used to worse.” Bruce shakes his head.

“Loser has to have their legs waxed.” (Y/N) grins the most evil of smiles at everyone in the room.

“What won’t hurt you girls like it will us men.” Sam frowns.

“Good thing none of us girls will be losing then, huh, Bird Boy?” She teases, his evil eyes turning to the two super soldiers he calls his best friends as they laugh at her words.

“Best friend or not, pal, girl’s got a point.” Steve chuckles, fingers playing through the woman’s hair as she migrates too laying on his lap.

“You have an hour to get ready. We’ll meet here. Go.” Tony announces, and everyone heads off to get changed.

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“Damn girl!” Tony whistles across the room.

“Back off, Stark.” Steve responds with a joking tone as the billionaire evidently checks out the super soldiers’ girlfriend who’s in her tight yoga pants and sports bra.

“Not my fault your girl is dressed like she wants-“

“Alright! Alright!” Sam interrupts this time.

“If I’m gonna kick your ass, Stark, I’m going to pick an outfit that is suitable and looks damn good.” (Y/N) states, Nat wolf-whistling at her words.

“Good lass.”

“So, anyway,” Tony groans. “You’re all going to do individual tasks. I have a rota, this is the rotation and where you’ll all start.”

Sparring - Steve

Swimming - Nat

1500m Sprint - (Y/N)

Shooting - Bucky

Laser Dodging - Sam

Wall Climbing - Thor

De-coding - Wanda

Long Jump - Bruce

Boxing - Tony

Obstacle Course - Clint

“So after I’ve done the obstacle course I go to sparring?” Clint questions.

“Yup.” Tony nods.

“Why the hell do I have to start on the fifteen-hundred sprint?!” (Y/N) whines.

“Because I know how much you love running, sugar lips.” The man mocks her, knowing full well that cardio is her least favourite part of the job.

“Fuck you.”

“There’ll be rules in each of the rooms that tell you what you need to do, and you have fifteen minutes at each station. Friday will announce when it’s time to switch. You have five minutes between each activity to get to the next one. Get it? Got it? Good.” He explains, everyone nodding.

“This is the most organised you’ve ever been.” Pepper comments, walking through the room to grab some files. Her comment receives a few laughs from people.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ready, team?”

“Sir. Yes, sir.” (Y/N) salutes, receiving a playful nudge from Bucky.

“Pack it in.” He laughs.

And with that, everyone heads to their starting stations.

Steve goes to the gym to spar with Maria, Nat heads down to the swimming pool, (Y/N) heads out to the field along with Bruce and Clint, Bucky heads to the shooting range, Sam to the studio on the tenth floor, Thor outside - frowning when he realises the task is to scale the whole of Stark Tower, Wanda heading to the computer lab, and Tony heading to the gym on twelfth.

Just over three hours later - including (Y/N) bumping into both Steve and Bucky in the elevators and getting a kiss, or two, or three - the team are done, catching their breath in the living room, drinking water like it’s about to be taken off of them forever.

“That was a workout and a half.” Sam breathes, more or less gasping for air.

“Was good though.” Tony grins, also breathing hard and heavy.

“It was exhausting, and I’m a queen at cardio.” Nat groans.

“It’s like having a bunch of children.” Thor laughs, Clint giving him a death glare.

Once they’ve all caught their breath, gone to shower and gotten changed, they reconvene in the living room where Pepper is sat on the coffee table, a grin on her face that shows her excitement to announce the results.

“So, I’ll read out ninth place to second place, leaving the winner and loser to be confirmed.” She states, everyone nodding.

“In ninth place is Clint, eight place is Bruce, seventh place is Wanda, sixth place is Sam, fifth place is (Y/N)-“

“HA! Told you, Bird Boy!” (Y/N) yelps in excitement.

“Yeah, yeah!” The man chuckles.

“Fourth place is Tony, third place is Steve, and second place is Thor.” Pepper finishes.

“Leaving Bucky and Nat…” Clint hums, the woman in question looking quite nervous.

“That’s a difficult one. I’d expect none of them to be in last place.” Wanda comments.

“In first place is…”

The suspense in the room is almost like they’re awaiting the most dreadful news.

“Miss Natasha Romanoff!”

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” (Y/N) all but screams, eyes wide at her boyfriend who’s also looking shocked.

“There’s no way I could’ve come last, I completed every task in less than ten minutes, and I know full well that Sam took bang on fifteen for de-coding.”

Everyones eyes turn to Tony who has the most mischievous look on his face.

“Rules are rules.”

“You son-of-a-bitch!” Bucky groans, jumping up to go at the man only to be stopped by Steve.

“Now, now.” The blond soldier chuckles.

“Anthony Edward Stark, did you cheat the scores?!” (Y/N) feigns a gasp. “That is my boyfriend, you know!”

“And you’re telling me that you wouldn’t like to see your boyfriend have his legs waxed?” Tony responds, wiggling his brows with the biggest grin on his face.

The girl hesitates at that and can’t help the smile that crosses her lips.

“(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)!” Bucky groans, playfully slapping her.

“Now, now, children.” Nat mocks.

“Buckle up, Barnes, you’re in for a fun night.” Tony announces, looking like a kid who’s just received a puppy for Christmas.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” The soldier groans, Steve and (Y/N) both kissing his cheeks and flashing a sympathetic smile. “It won’t be that bad, I’ve seen videos of people just overreacting.”

“You sure about that, sugar?” (Y/N) teases.

“Certain. It’s like a slap to the leg, and I’m a super soldier.”

Famous last words.

///

“How you feeling, Barnacle?”

“Quit calling me that.” Bucky groans as Tony grins down at him, (Y/N) readying up the wax strips. Her and Steve grinning at the opportunity to strip their man’s legs silky smooth.

“How you feeling?” (Y/N) asks, a shy smile on her face.

Bucky gives her a resting bitch face that answers her question.

“Come on, it’s kinda funny.” She attempts, a shy smiling coating her lips once more.

The man tries to refrain from grinning but fails miserably, unable to not smile at her own.

“You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” He comments, chuckling to himself.

“I am well aware.” (Y/N) beams, leaning down to kiss the man, kissing Steve on her way up also.

“Show time!” Nat announces, (Y/N) readying the first strip of wax onto his leg, the man now in boxer shorts and a t-shirt.

“This’ll be easy as piss.” Bucky mumbles, head resting in Tony’s lap - the man wanting to first-hand witness the pain that the soldier has no idea is coming.

“James,” Steve hums.

“Yeah?”

“Remember I love you.” He chuckles, reading up the second strip.

“You guys are a bunch of pussies. This’ll be fine.”

And then he screams. And when they say scream, they mean, (Y/N) literally jumped out her skin after yanking the strip off of his leg, Steve’s arms grabbing her to stop her falling backwards.

Everyone else, especially Sam, Clint, Tony and Nat, are in absolute hysterics.

“HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! OW!?” The brunet howls, eyes wide at his girlfriend, panting for breaths.

(Y/N) can’t help but giggle, still calming her racing heart as Steve chuckles and cuddles her.

“Thought it was easy as piss, Barnes?” She asks, quirking a brow at her lover.

“It is! I just wasn’t expecting that one!” Bucky groans, throwing his head back into Tony’s lap.

“Prepare yourself then, jerk.” Steve comments, laying down the next wax strip on his boyfriend’s leg, (Y/N) preparing the third.

“Stevie…” The brunet whines, attempting to give his lover the best puppy eyes he can muster up.

The blond only grins, shaking his head.

“Afraid not, darling. I’m far too entertained. Three, two, one-“

“NO!”

And then he’s screaming again. And again. And again.

Until his legs are smoother than silk.

///

“I hate you.” Bucky mumbles for the nth time that night as the trio are lay in bed, the soldier himself curled up in the middle, taking (Y/N)’s usual spot since he feels vulnerable, as he worded it.

“Sorry, what? Didn’t quite catch that the first fifty times.” Steve chuckles, stroking his lover’s back and pressing numerous kisses to his head.

“Softer than me now, Buck.” (Y/N) teases, watching him frown up at her but unable to hold it as she leans forward to kiss him. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He reluctantly responds. “Love you, Stevie.”

“Love you too, jerk. Love you, sweetheart.”

“You too, Stevie. Goodnight both.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Leave You Low(Twiggy Ramirez x Reader)

Era: Mechanical Animals era(1998).

This one is based on the request of @headoverhiddles <3 sorry it’s not great but I’m learning!

In this, you are Twiggy’s girlfriend and a guitar player for the band. The both of you are addicted to drugs, although you heavily deny it. One night, the drugs result in you and Twiggy having meltdowns on stage, and you’re forced to come to terms with the fact that you can’t continue this behavior.

Remember to send in requests for more Marilyn Manson x readers and Twiggy Ramirez x readers! Smut warning. This ones long, sorry.

Of all the places you want to be right now, performing on a brightly lit stage in front of tons of people with deafening sounds all around you isn’t one of them. You and Jeordie have just got done with another “date night”. That is, snorting lines, binge-eating, vomiting, and fucking.

Your head is pounding, body aching, stomach turning, mouth going dry and metallic. You feel like you’re gonna pass out. Looking at your boyfriend, he isn’t doing much better. Even for an experienced drug user, he’s done too many lines in one sitting. Unfortunately, there are no sick days in rock and roll.

You stumble over to your boyfriend, who is laying out on the dingy couch, eyes half-lidded and fingers twitching. “We’re on in 15, baby.” You lean down and pull him up from the couch. He staggers around for a second, and then leans against the wall, eyes closed. “Think we overdid it?” He shakes his head, and mumbles under his breath. “Wanna see a magic trick?”

You nervously say yes, and he steps away from the wall and lazily holds his arms out at his sides. “Ta-da.” Is that the trick? Holy shit, you two have definitely gone too far. “Um, very nice, baby. Good job.” He grins gleefully at the praise, and then promptly turns, leans down, pulls his hair back, and vomits on the floor. You flinch, and then quickly walk to comfort him. This is far from a rare thing.

When he’s done, you wipe his mouth off with a napkin and rub his head as he leans against your shoulder. “Sorry, baby. I think I did too much.” You shush away his apologies. “It’s okay, baby. We need to go now, Brian is probably pissed at us.” He agrees, and the two of you walk out of the room to find the rest of the band, heads spinning and arms on each other’s shoulders for support.

Brian automatically knows that the two of you are fucked out of your minds. “Where the hell have you two been? We’re on in 5. How much cocaine have you assholes done, you look fucking awful.” Jeordie looks hurt, but you roll your eyes. “Chill. You do cocaine all the time.” “Yeah, but I know my limit. You assholes fucking don’t. Now come on, dickwads. You better not pass out on stage. Vomiting is fine. But no passing out.”

You roll your eyes as he saunters on stage. What an asshat. Jeordie pipes up, his head resting on your shoulder, sounding on the verge of tears. “Is he mad at us?” You look down at your doped-up boyfriend, smile reassuringly, and shake your head, ignoring your own dizziness and naseua. “Of course not, baby. He’s just in a bad mood. Come on, let’s go.” The two of you stumble on stage, and you brush off Brian’s harsh words. Brian’s just paranoid. You and Jeordie are fine. Everything is fine.

———————————————————————

As it would turn out, everything is not fine. Things start to go downhill from the moment you and Jeordie get on stage. The lights are extremely bright and the fans and instruments are extremely loud, making your migraines and stomach aches worse. You haven’t gotten a migraine from drugs since the first time you and Jeordie used it. Not to mention, Jeordie’s so out of it that he almost misses several notes. If it weren’t for muscle memory from playing the songs so much, you two would be messing up almost every other note.

The stage is spinning, the fans are spinning, you’re spinning, Jeordie’s spinning. When it’s time for the finale, you know that you and Jeordie are absolutely fucked. The lights and strobes become 10x more intense, the fans scream as loud as they can, the song is the loudest one possible: Angel With The Scabbed Wings. Brian’s been giving you and Jeordie angry looks through the performance. Jeordie looks like he’s gonna throw up his entire stomach and intestines. You feel your legs start to give out underneath you. Oh Shit.

About 30 seconds before the song ends, everything finally comes to a head. Jeordie slams his bass down on the ground repeatedly and violently retches on its remains before tripping over his feet and falling flat on his back, legs up in the air. The crowd cheers louder, and you realize with a start that they think it’s an act. Which makes sense. Jeordie does stuff like that a lot.

Knowing you’re about to pass out, you follow suit, slamming your guitar violently on the ground, falling to your knees and throwing up. The song ends. Brian looks back to see why you stopped, and you can already tell you’re gonna be in for some deep shit for your little stunt when you get off the stage. But, he goes along with it and turns back to the fans, milking the finale for all it’s worth. As the crowd continues to cheer, Brian throws his mike down and storms off the stage.

The rest of the band have smashed their instruments in a panic to hide that the outbursts weren’t planned. Ginger hurriedly helps you to your feet, and John hoists your skinny boyfriend over his shoulder and carries him off the stage as he mumbles something about dog clothing and cupcakes. As soon as you’re out of view of the crowd, Brian kicks over a speaker and whips around to face you as you clumsily attempt to get your wasted boyfriend on his feet. “What the actual fuck was that?” You grit your teeth and turn away from his scary glare.

“Relax. The crowd thought it was a part of the show. Twiggy’s thrown up before, and we smash shit all the time.” Jeordie falls on his ass and stares up at the ceiling. “Yeah, and that shit is planned. That just looked stupid. Twiggy doesn’t usually get carried off the stage when he does that, and now we’ve wasted the instruments we were gonna smash in the next show. I don’t even care about that. You two need fucking help.” You blink. “What?”

“You two need fucking help. I wasn’t gonna say anything until after the tour, but this shit has to stop. You two have a fucking drug problem. I don’t care if you snort cocaine, just don’t do it so often it melts your fucking minds. I swear, every time I turn around you’ve got a straw up your fucking nose. Only addicts use straws. I’m getting you two checked into a rehab facility first thing after the tour is over. I’m not firing you and I’m not asking. You two are getting clean.”

You stare at him. “Brian, it’s not like we haven’t smashed shit and thrown up on stage before, you’re overreacting-” “That’s not the only thing I’m talking about, goddamn it! You two literally live off of cocaine, it’s all you ever do! You’re both addicted and you need fucking help. I’m not arguing with you. I don’t want to lose another band member to this shit, I already lost Brad. Both of you get the fuck out of here now and go back to your hotel. You’re not staying for the after-party. You start rehab in a week, I already have you both scheduled to check in.”

You start to fire back, but stop. It’s pointless to argue with Brian. You grab Jeordie from the floor, pull him up, and lead him out the door. As you walk out, you hear Pogo start to try and reason with Brian. You know it won’t work, but you appreciate him trying. The hotel is across from the venue, so the two of you stagger across the street, wincing at the bright lights of the passing cars. You go up to your room, and Jeordie slumps onto the bed and curls up into a ball. “You okay, baby?” You glance at him with concern.

“Yeah. We really fucked up, didn’t we? Do you think he’s right?” You sigh, and go to your bag to grab you and Jeordie’s pajamas. “Honestly..I think he’s got a point. We’ve never been that fucked up on stage before. And I don’t think there’s been a single day in our relationship where we both weren’t high. I mean, for God’s sake, our date nights are just snorting lines, binge-eating, throwing up and passing out. Going to McDonalds and shoplifting at Walmart if we feel romantic.”

Jeordie is quiet for a minute. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You’re trying not to cry, but your shoulders are starting to shake. Jeordie sits up, alarmed. “What’s wrong?” You wipe your nose with your arm, walk over to the bed, and sit next to Jeordie, hugging him tightly. “He said he doesn’t want us to end up like Gidget did. I don’t wanna end up like him. We really can’t do this anymore, Jeordie.” He just nods, and hugs you back tighter still. After a minute, you pull away.

“He’s right. We have to go to rehab. It’ll be okay..we’ll at least be together. And we can still smoke weed. And he’s not firing us. It’ll only take a few months. Let’s just get some sleep, baby.” You get up, walking back over to the crumpled nightgown on the floor, and peel off your tank top and jeans. “Fuck.” You turn around, and Jeordie’s hardcore staring at your naked body, his bulge obvious through his tight dress. He gives you a puppy dog look.

“Jeordie, baby, it’s late.” He whines softly, grabbing at his hard-on. “Please? It’s been so long, and I get really horny when I’m high, and you have the greatest tits I’ve ever seen on a-” You interrupt him by sitting on his lap and pulling him in to kiss you. He groans against your lips, grabbing your hips and moving your body against his aching cock. His hands tangle up in your hair, and you pull away long enough to fumble with his dress, hurriedly throwing it aside.

He lifts up so you can wriggle him out of his boxers, and you quickly wrap your hands around his dick, feeling it harden even more in your warm grip. You pump your hands up and down, twisting over the head and rubbing the tip with your fingers, his precum allowing for quick movements. His eager moans egg you on, and you feel your pussy clench, knowing you’re already getting wet. After a minute, he stops you. “Can you put your mouth on it, baby?”

You nod eagerly, and he gently pushes your head down. You force as much down your throat as you can, swirling your tongue around the head and licking long lines up and down his shaft and squeezing and rubbing his balls in your free hand. He throws his head back, moaning loudly and forcing your head down more. After a few minutes, his breathing becomes erratic and he pulls you off. “Can’t cum yet, hehe.” He gives you a goofy grin, and you playfully roll your eyes.

He goes for your bra, pulling it off and lovingly admiring your breasts before leaning in, licking and sucking on your nipples as you squirm and whine in his lap. You push his head closer to your body and stroke his hair as he leaves a hickey between your boobs and gently pushes you down onto the bed, moving down to your hips. You clench your thighs together, moaning softly at the pleasure. He rubs two fingers against your wet clothed pussy, and your moans get louder.

He pulls your panties aside and mumbles appreciatively. “You’ve got such a pretty little pussy, baby.” You gasp at the words, face heating up with lust and slight embarrassment. He sounds almost sober. He leans down, a hand on each thigh, and runs his tongue along the outside of your dripping wet heat. You squirm and instinctively buck your hips against him, and he repeats the action, licking up your wetness and gently pushing a finger inside of you as he teases your thighs with his tongue.

He works on your g-spot with his finger as his tongue works around your clit, and then adds another finger. Maybe it’s the drugs, or how tired you are, or just how desperate and horny you are in the moment, but you cum quickly, much quicker than usual. He cleans your pussy out, and licks his lips before aligning his cock with your hole and pushing in. “Oh fuck! Holy shit, Jeordie, harder! Fuck me harder, baby!” He grins at the encouragement and obliges, his hips snapping against yours in a quick pace.

His hand closes around your neck, and he presses down just slightly. God, you love it when he does that. “Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?” “Y-you, baby! Only you! This tight little pussy is all for you!” His hips begin to stutter, pace going erratic. “That’s right. Fuck, I’m about to cum. Say my name, baby.” “Jeordie!” His hand tightens around your neck, his hips slam into you roughly, his other hand begins to finger your g-spot again. You feel a heat form in your belly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby!”

“That’s right, baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby.” You throw your head back, gasping his name one more time as your orgasm washes over you. He cums at the same time, and you feel it dripping out of you as he sighs and tiredly lays his head against your neck. “Thank you, baby.” You rub his back, lightly scratching it with your nails. “I need to get up and pee, baby. Come with me, we can shower and clean up.”

He nods, and you pull him up. He, surprisingly enough, doesn’t stumble. “Are the drugs wearing off?” He nods. “You know, being sober probably won’t be all that bad. I feel pretty sober right now. Not too bad. Thirsty, though.” He picks up a bottle from the counter and chugs half of it down.

“Jeordie, you just drank perfume.”

[imaginethatimaginethis]

A Psychopath?

a/n: This is something I dreamed of this night which was super weird. I woke up sweating. I had to write it down and turned it into a little story. This is part one since the story was way too long. I will be posting part two if you guys want to know more. I changed some bits bc it was a really weird.. I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader + Mona (your friend)

Genre: well is this a very very angsty story so if you can’t handle reading yourself, your friend or taetae getting hurt please don’t read it..unless you’re here for drama then let’s get it!

i don’t own the gif

Part I

Kneeling on the ground you couldn’t control your heavy breathing as you heard peoples panicked screaming. You didn’t know what just happened. You couldn’t process what just happened. You let out a loud sob the knot in your throat getting bigger and bigger. How could this happen? Why did this happen?

Taehyung was your best friend. Almost your best friend for life. So was Mona. You’ve been best friends since kindergarten and living next to each other helped you grow a lot into your friendship. You could tell them everything and they could relay on you as well. Time spend with your friends was the most funniest and precious time. You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Mona was the quite one. She always cared about others opinions. She didn’t want to stand out so people could talk about her. But as soon as you get to know her she’d be the most out going person you’ve ever met. You were the same, just a little more open and not too quite. Saying what you think and doing exactly what you want to do. Taehyung was the lover boy. Everyone loved him. He was the it boy in school making every girl turn her heads to him. He was handsome to say the least. His hair and face was something to just fall in love with. He was the cool guy always talking to everyone and making plans and going to parties but always still having time for both you girls. His personality is something different. Taehyung can be from time to time a little awkward. Well defining awkward, he’s got a personality to get used to. He’s very direct. He tells you what he thinks instantly. Sometimes you wonder what’s going on in his head. He can be very dramatic. Sometimes too dramatic. One time you overheard a group of girls talking about him. One of the girls being his ex girlfriend. She wasn’t really a nice girl and the things she said about him weren’t either. She referred to him as being a psychopath and always wanting to control her in every way possible. She was definitely overreacting the situation since he broke up with her and her being a mad mess. you never told him nor Mona about what you heard and it wasn’t the first time you heard that. He has always the imagine between some people of him being a little gaga and being honest you’re sometimes scared to pick up a fight with him about something just because he can get a little bit intimidating as well as overreacting but he’s your best friend and he would never hurt you, of course.

But Tae has a heart of gold. He’s always polite always nice and always caring. That’s why you love him. Even sometimes a little too much.

“We’re going there right?” Tae said sliding a yellow paper across the table to you and Mona He took a sip from his coffee leaning back on his chair. “I don’t know.. I don’t really like parties” Mona said looking up from the paper. “Mona, this is THE party. Everyone’s going. And everyone means us three too” you looked up into Taehyungs face mustering you both. “Well we could try for once, right?” You said looking over to Mona as she shrugged still unsure. “Fine” Taehyung clapped his hands once and winking at both at you. “Perfect. I gotta go now since I will be taking a girl with us. I hope that’s okay. I gotta meet her now” you looked over to Monas face which you noticed sank and turning her lips into a pouty face. She always does that when something happened she doesn’t like or when she’s disappointed. “Sure have fun” she said and with that Taehyung got up smiled down at you and left the library. You looked over to Mona who was playing with the paper. “Mona do you like him that much?” Her glaze shot up to your face in disbelieve making her laugh. “Well he’s my friend of course I like him” “you know what I mean Mona” “no I don’t please excuse me I have to go to class. See you later” she lifted up her bag, gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and left, leaving you behind.

You know that Mona has a crush on Taehyung. The way she sometimes acts around him, the way she smiles at him, the way she just looks at him. You couldn’t blame her. The bad thing is that you actually have a very light crush on him too but you know that will never happen between you two. You know that it wouldn’t even happen between Mona and him. And you don’t even want it to happen. You’re scared that the beautiful friendship you guys have would break just because one cannot control their feelings. That’s really selfish of course but you couldn’t help it.

Finding out from Taehyung a week before THE party that he’s going there with the most popular girl in Uni doesn’t surprise you a bit. She’s just not nice and that’s what’s been bothering you. “I just want to get laid and she’s perfect for that” “wow what a gentleman you are” you grabbed the chips from his hands stuffing some in your mouth. “I don’t like her” you said with your mouth full watching Tae play his game. He looked at you and stared at your lips for a while as he said “so what? I don’t care about that. I’ll take her to the party” Taehyung said, pissed at your comments about his date. You stepped back a few imaginary steps and tried to calm him down by laughing. “I’m just joking do what you want Tae” “you better”. You turned around to Mona who was sitting on your bed lifting your eyebrows up. She looked at you and mouthed a ‘stop it’ to you finishing the discussion.

“To prepared for THE party next Friday I want to go out drinking with you girls today” Taehyung said while roaming your room. You cleaned around your room for a bit and packing the last things into your bag. “Tae I can’t today I’m going back home for today I’ll be back tomorrow” he mustered you for a while making you a little uncomfortable and smiled then. “I forgot I’m sorry. Mona you’re coming with me right?” Mona kept staring at her hands. “It will be fun. I think it’ll be just you and me then.” Her face grew hot as she nodded and gave him a “Okay it’ll be fun”. Deep down you felt a little jealous of her for spending a night out with him. You were just hoping that nothing will happen between them. Of course nothing will happen. It’s not the first time they were doing stuff together.

Sunday came and you still didn’t receive a message from either Tae nor Mona. You told them to text you about the night but you didn’t get anything. You were driving back to your Campus. It was snowing last night making the streets a little slippery. You were hoping to get back to your room safe since you’re really bad at driving after it snowed. Arriving after 30 minutes of driving you closed your car door and walked to the building. Trying not to slip while walking you finally managed to get to the front door. You walked straight to your room opened it and placed the keys on the table as well as your bag. Monas room was next door so you decided to go to hers. You have the spare keys of each of your best friends so walking over to her room you opened the door. You thought that she’s maybe still sleeping or doing some studying but what you saw was the last thing you expected.

“Tae?” His head turned to your direction placing Monas hand back down on the bed. “Oh hey I didn’t expect you so early” “what’s wrong with Mona” you walked up to the bed and looked down to a sleeping mona” “um well she drank too much and she’s not getting up since last night” “you gotta be kidding me. why didn’t you take her to a doctor?” You said panicking, placing your head on her forehead. She was cold. “Tae she’s cold. Let’s get her to the doctor.” “I think that’s not necessary she will wake up sooner or later” you couldn’t believe what he was saying. You were starting to panic more and being terrified of the thought of her being dead. You placed the side of your finger under her nose to check her breathing. Thank god she was still breathing. “What did you give her?” “She was just drinking too much” “how much” “(Y/N) stop asking so many questions” you looked back to him sitting on the chair with his arms crossed. “Btw you look pretty when you’re mad” he grinned at you. “What the hell is wrong with you Tae? Our friend is laying here unconscious because of you” he got up from the chair he was sitting now standing right in front of you. “Calm down i didn’t kill her she’s just sleeping the alcohol off. now shut your mouth and go back to your room I’ll take care of her.” You pushed him back a little and walked towards your friend. “You don’t do shit. I’m calling an ambulance”. You grabbed your phone and started to dial in the numbers with shaky hands. Without looking Taehyung grabbed your phone out of your hands and threw it across the room against the wall. He grabbed both your wrists and held your hands against his chest. “do you feel my heart beating? It’s only for you (Y/N).”

Part 2

[australian-desi]

Qurban Hua ~ Episode 1: Of Rakhis, Token White People and Mithai

So like I was playing the sims 4 and my sim’s only daughter (she has 5 kids - 4 sons, 1 daughter) just died from an accidental drowning on her eldest brother’s birthday party (but I quit without saving so she’s back to life). So that killed the whole gameplay mood. And I’ve decided to absolutely ignore my master’s degree (yes I’m going to be at uni for 5,000,000 years - fight me) I am going to liveblog both shows (Qurbaan Hua and Pavitra Bhagya coz that’s what was asked of me). My tolerance for shitty television has reduced since KZK so let’s see how long these liveblogs last....

So without further ado, here’s the first Liveblog of 2020: Qurban Hua (honestly just watching this show for Karan Jotwani’s face and physique) 

Ooh we’re in the hills, with Krishna’s bhansuri and the feelzzz of sanskar

So we’re in Uttarkhand (sorry if I botched the spelling) with moustache uncle and representative white dude who has come to ‘find himself’ 

Do not give a damn about the religious talk (also this white dude doesn’t even know who Ram ji is, he’s just here to drink some bhang, go to a wedding, witness some poverty and go back home) 

Moustache uncle is blind and we see this when he walks with a tree branch (no exaggeration) and his eyes closed. Nothing speaks ‘this person is blind’ than having them close their eyes for every shot 

SO MANS ISN’T EVEN BLIND - HE’S JUST MOTHERFKN COSPLAYING TO BE A BLIND PERSON 

honestly, what is this bakchodi where is my boi 

Yaar ab shivji ke gaane bhi sunne padenge, kya loge main characters ko introduce karne ke liye 

Ohhh he’s the head priest’s son and has become an ‘awara shehar waala’ rather than take over for his dad, who is too weak to carry the aag thaali (I do not know what it is called)

“daya aati hai mujhe Vyasji ki hassi par, pata nahi Vyasji ka launda, unki kaleje mein aag laga kar, shehar mein kaunsi aag bhuja raha hai?” So I thought what a weird dialogue, and then in the next fkn scene: 

THERE’S SOMEONE LITERALLY ON FIRE AND HE’S COME TO SAVE HER

Also behen, toda dimaag laga, the fire isn’t that bad yet, her fkn arms are so loosely tied, and she has the lung capacity to scream ‘aag aag’ rather than find a better way to save herself, and save her energy and breath so she doesn’t pass out. 

All these people and not one person calls the fire brigade 

They call Neel instead, coz he’s invincible 

Now comes a dramatic sequence of events

My man runs, unaffected by the spitting fire, there is another boi who is so happy to see him and willingly crouches just so mans can quite literally yeet himself on to the roof and break the window to save her. Not before giving some dramatic looks

A. Only her apartment was on fire, not the whole building, he could’ve easily taken the stairs. B. why was the fkn fire not spreading and C. It took him 3 seconds to get her out of that knot, so like as if she couldnt wriggle her hands out of it (maybe if she wasn’t wearing 300 chudiyas, she might’ve been able to) 

I would also thank the gods they gave him winter clothing with a high neck to wear (coz nothing is hotter to me than men in high neck sweaters - it highlights their jawlines, shows off their muscles and shows how long their neck is) #FashionTipsWithAustralianDesi 

OMG IT WAS A SCENE FOR A MOVIE OR SOMETHING OMG. OKAY YOU WIN FKN HELL. HINDI SERIALS: 1, AUSTRALIAN DESI: 29043284 

Look how adorable he looks

“Production? sorry mera naam actually  woh Neelkanth Bhatt Dhyani hai aur main baju-waale hotel mein chef hoon, mujhe laga tha aag lagi thi toh bachane aa gaya” 

Hahahah, noice mans is a chef. Also his name is longer than my life. And so far, in the 3 minutes I’ve watched of him, I really like him. Let’s hope he stays that way

Let’s be real, I watched the promos, I’m going to savour whatever niceness we get of him 

Okay so dude that looked at him, is the Pushkar/Rudra/Insert-comedic relief-younger-sibling, and basically said that our mans here is on a mission to save a girl every day. Wow what a hobby 

“Aag, Aag, continue, aag, aag, aag, continue” hahahah he’s slowly backing out of there 

Mans wants to do one good deed everyday - that’s a rare quality for a tellywood man (he does it because his sister does one good deed a day for his wellbeing - I don’t understand the logic but whatever)

OH MY FKN GOD WE HAVE AN ANJALI 

She’s made a fkn shrine for him (absolutely love the pictures though) 

And he calls his sister ‘Bhags’ - short for Bhagwan because she is god for him

I think these two could give Arnav-Anjali a run for their money 

...And she’s preggers - and so he doesn’t want her pregnancy to have any complications so he’s going to do one good deed a day

let’s see how shit blows in their face - is it a kamina husband, a manipulative mother or a cunning father 

Also gotta love how her husband is probably chilling while Neel is all like ‘MY DIDI’ 

No one: 

No one:

Not even Neil’s fkn mother 

Saraswati: NEIL IS COMING AFTER 3 MONTHS EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECT 

Welcome Saraswati Anjali 

This man is completely evil. Change my mind. 

So they went with the Kamina husband/brother-in-law 

Who has a problem that Neel is a chef. But let’s be real he wants Neel to be a chef so he could become the head priest 

I AM ONTO YOU. THIS ISN’T MY FIRST RODEO 

And she’s just here to talk about the successes and accomplishments of her brother, because like Anjali, she has nothing better to do in life 

Whatever her husband says goes right over my head, also it’s Saras-Wati not Sarasti 

So proud of his Personal Protective Equipment. Thank god a career being shown properly

Also this looks really small and homely for an industrial kitchen 

So the ‘villain’ of his life is here. Little does he know, that whether he keeps his job or not does not matter, all that matters is that his rakhi is never removed. 

“Main apni behen ko bhool nahi sakta, isliye yeh rakhi agle raksha bhandhan tak, nahi utregi” ummm how bad is your memory that you forget your sister unless there’s a rakhi on your wrist???? 

“Mere kitchen mein yeh sab bilkul allowed nahi hai, no rings, no watches, aur yeh tacky rakhi toh bilkul nahi, afterall hygeine har cook ki responsibility hoti hai” 

“Yeh rakhi toh na utregi sir,” “acha toh phir yeh jo haath mein hai, woh meri kitchen mein khaana nahi bana sakte hai” 

Wow he didn’t have to call the rakhi tacky. Also like, couldn’t you have a dimaag like Arnav, and keep them in a little box, and then show your sister like “look I kept all your rakhis” 

Now watch him cook with one hand, just to prove a point 

TOLD YA 

Also the dude seemed pretty happy with him, I would’ve been like “banda chuthiya ho gaya hai” 

Also his friend is really annoying me with his overreactions to simple things 

He’s saying that he’s going to make the Singoria for the ‘bhakts’ and not for his dad, coz he doesn’t think he needs to ask for an apology to follow his heart 

I enjoy this content, I like this boi. At least he stands by his actions

“Shaakal ko khush karne ke liye jijaji kaafi hai” Wow the Shyam vibes from his jijaji are through the roof 

He said that line like he’s plotting murder or something with the fire reflected on his face

Also can they stop with the Kedarnath soundtrack 

Lol this procession is still going on, it’s been going on for like 3 days. Like, in the time Neel did his wall climbing stunt, saved a woman who was ‘on fire’, stopped a film shoot, told his whole life story and his love obsession for his sister, went through an inspection and made food for a whole restaurant while sassing his boss, and the procession is still going on

 Omg no, now there’s a fkn murgi - WHICH IS ALIVE HOW IS THIS A PROBLEM, JUST MOVE IT AND CONTINUE WALKING 

I mean making him slip would’ve been more fun than a fkn murgi stopping him - also its alive so how is this an apshagun? Imma skip this I cannot 

NOW FKN FAKE ANJALI IS LIKE “the chicken is a mother, do not touch her eggs, she will not look after her children and then they will never be able to feel the mother-child love” 

Gurl, its a chicken. Chill. If it had this much feeling, it would not let go of it’s child 

Okay, here’s a wild thought - why not just walk around it

The chicken isn’t even taking over the whole step, if everyone walks in a single file, you should be able to pass the chicken

but if we use our brains how will this be a hindi serial 

Man fkn hell this the problem in India, the fkn mindset that “dharm se badke aur kuch nahi hai” is2g if people move away from that thought, life would be easier

Also Sarasti is just here caressing her belly, being all like motherhood is the biggest dharm #OhSnap #MicDrop 

So Vyasji has said his first lines of the show and basically whatever I’m understanding is that dharm should be a part of your life, not your whole life and disregarding emotions for your dharm is in fact the opposite of dharm. Wow the man has some sense. Also the actor looks done and does not seem into it - I do not blame him one bit 

And fake Anjali is all like “yay papa is on my side - fuck you husband” 

NEEL YOU FKN IDIOT, IT’S JUST A BAG COULDN’T YOU TAKE IT WITH YOU, NOW THE SANGORIA ARE GONNA GET MISPLACED I ALREADY KNOW. 

ab yeh kaun hai, jo Dhoom ke set se yahan aa gaya 

and he took the wrong bag - well done Neel, that’s all on you

OMG AT LEAST HE REALISED THANK GOD 

Great, now he’s gonna do some Dhoom-esque stunts 

How dumb is the other dude, like there’s someone that’s literally chasing you and you aren’t going to stop to ask them why

Omg he’s actually grabbing it. Is2g if the prasad is completely fine still, Imma flip 

Yeh chal kya raha hai? Is the other dude literally fighting for the supposed kachoris? 

Oh wow its a wamen. And here we begin the #Romance  

HE LITERALLY JUST SAW HER HAIR AND IS SMITTEN - ARE YOU THAT DESPERATE MY FRIEND 

Lovely, he got distracted and she’s gone off with his Sangoria 

Ofcourse he’s like a girl tricked me, now it’s an ego thing. At least he’s admitting it to be an ego ting 

But also like dude do you not believe women can be cunning? I mean we’re literally known for possessing that single trait 

Wow look how happy she is for some Sangoria - and look how dumb she is for not questioning the dude that was chasing her as to why was he after the bag 

OF-FUCKING-COURSE she had to be a social worker who helps the gareeb bachche 

I gotta love how she’s like, why is there mithai here instead of kachoris - proceeds to eat them because the kids were like we like mithai

Behen, kya aap kisi ka bhi khaana leke kha leti ho? 

Like why wouldn’t you put two and two together 

Why would someone be ready to fight you for this mithai. Do you have any logical thinking skills? 

Me when I check my results. The absolute shock horror on his face is sending me 

"Tum pahadi ho?” “Haan aur sharminda bhi” “Itni der se tumhara peecha kar raha tha, tab nahi samajh aaya?” “Nahin mujhe laga koi chor badmaash hai,” 

Love the logic, love that she was so ashamed that she didn’t bother to give his mithai back - what is this character 

She’s literally telling him how to handle his father that she’s never met. 

Dude if it was that easy, would he be this stressed? 

That was quick - she had video evidence that some gunde were making these kids become beggars, and got them arrested while also making Neel feel like he did his one good deed today and she conveniently has her own childcare 

Wow we have an evil maami too, and some random man wanting to kill our gurl

She’s basically saying how Neel will definitely forget to bring the bhog 

Little does she know he won’t forget, he’ll just have some misfortune which will cause him to not bring it

Now poor Sarasti is bringing her dad a shawl and convincing him to go change, but him being the brown dad he is, is all like “If only your idiotic brother was here, I would be sitting on the terrace watching this pooja, looking at him proudly, but he is a nalaayak and alas I am here,” 

He’s literally so salty that he wants to cook, it’s so funny, I can’t 

First of all, why is everyone just taunting Sarasti about her brother’s actions, like I get how close they are but they aren’t the same person??

Now she’s saying that he’s on his way - ah little does she know, he’s distracted by a wamen 

Omg he’s literally telling the story of the Prayag Pushp (a flower I think) “that only blooms when 2 true lovers meet for the first time, and no one has seen it bloom, and no one will see it bloom in this family, and with the same confidence, I am telling you your bhola will not come” wow the amount of trust in your son. I am loving it

Also like who wants to bet the flower is going to bloom when he marries this girl or when they have a dramatic meet up 

“Hey bhole baba, agli baar mujhe uss theeki shezwan sauce se mat milwana” Lol is he dumb or is he dumb 

OMG GOD IN THIS SERIAL IS EXTREMELY FAST. HE PRAYED 2 SECONDS BEFORE AND IN THE NEXT SECOND SHE’S IN FRONT OF HIM

She’s deaf as well, he’s literally calling her and she’s like nope, I am looking outside can only focus on one thing at a time 

“Bache hai kya, joh window seat ke liye itne excited ho rahe hai” “Sifaljiya kahi ka” Okay I’m loving the banter but also have no idea what she just called him 

“Kya kaha tumne? Kaunsi bhasha mein gaali di?” “Mars pe boli jaati hai yeh zubaan, gaye ho kabhi?” 

People I ship it! 

“Lokhar ka sir hai kya tumhaara?” This idiot 

Oh good its these ainvayi ke gunde, mans is never going to reach home in this decade  

And they’re on the bus to beat her? Very normal

And ofcourse this our mans’ good deed of the day

“Kya ho gaya bhai ji? Koi takleef?” Love this man so much. The sass and the politeness how does he do it? 

“Teri saki lagti hai kya?” “Meri patni hai yeh” wow man, like honestly dost bol deta, behen bol deta. Nahi she is now my wife for rescuing purposes (what an Omkara thing to do) 

OMG YES THEIR BACKGROUND SCORE IS KURBAAN HUA FROM KURBAAN - I LOVE THAT SONG 

So the episode ends here and wow this took so long to do coz they decided to make the episode 40 minutes long. So far I like it. I just wish the girl becomes smarter (also what even is her name?) 

[sishtastories]

do i matter?

summary: every couple has a fight right? it’s normal, isn’t it? grayson knew that he fucked up, he just didn’t know how he screwed up. 

[word count: 1923] 

[warnings: a couple of swear words] 

requested:  yeah | nah 

“So I heard you and Grayson had a fight,” Ethan commented as he saw her eating a cup of ice cream.

She squinted her eyes against the Los Angeles sun and stuck her little spoon in the mound of ice cream. “You could say that.”

“Hey sister,” James greeted cheerily as he walked into the twins home and then stopped abruptly. “What the fuck happened in here?”

Emma who was behind James walked into his back, “Dude.” She walked around him and her eyes bugged out of her head, “What the fuck?”

Grayson who was sitting on the couch, his hair in disarray, who was obviously tired ran a hand down his face. “Uh, a raccoon got in?”

“And that explains the tornado that went around your living room?” James snarked as he picked up the cushion on the ground. “Did you and E have a fight?”

Grayson shook his head, “No.”

Emma sipped on her drink and began picking up the other items on the floor as well. “Did you and (Y/N) have a fight then?”

This time he leaned back on the couch and groaned, “I don’t know what the fuck happened.”

James and Emma shared a look and sat down on either side of Grayson. “Go back to the start maybe we can try and figure out what happened.”

Grayson let himself in, Ethan was out for the night spending his time with Bryant playing a Fortnite challenge. He tightened his hand on the bag of groceries in his hand and opened the door. “Honey, I’m home.”

“Kitchen!” She called out, Grayson walked over to the kitchen. “Hi babe,” she greeted, she leaned her cheek out and he pressed a quick kiss on it. “How was your day?”

“Good, how about you?” He listened to her day while placing away the groceries and passing her the ones that she needed.

“Babe,” she stopped her story when he passed her a bag of frozen corn.

“Ah shit,” he groaned. “You wanted corn on the cob.”

“It’s okay,” she mumbled.

He smiled sheepishly at her and began talking about his day. “Oh, and we had this group lunch today for business, and Taylor suggested this bubble tea drink and it was so fucking great.”

Before he even knew it the bag of corn she had in her hand was everywhere in the kitchen. “Are you fucking kidding me, Gray?”

In a state of confusion, the only thing that Gray could say was, “What is going on? What did I do?”

“Are you serious right now?” She narrowed her eyes at him and stormed off to the living room. “We’ve had this conversation a million times!”

“What?” Grayson followed her and tried as best as he could to try and think of what he did.

“You don’t even know what you did, do you?” She asked but he could tell that it was a rhetorical question. Her hands flailed around and she glared at him, “No, you tell me what you did this time.” She picked up one of the cushions on the couch and threw it at him.

He stood there in shock and opened his mouth a couple of times, “Was it?”

“Was it?” She mocked.

“Uh.”

“Uh,” (Y/N) repeated mockingly. “No, Gray, it wasn’t. And it’s fucking pissing me off that this has completely gone over your head like fucking everything!”

“Was it about the corn?” Emma asked as she sipped on her drink listening intently to Grayson’s story.

Grayson shook his head, “I don’t know.”

He had never seen her this angry, well scratch that, he’s seen her angry before but never directed at him.

“You know what? I need some air,” she grunted and began walking out of the door.

“(Y/N).”

She turned around quickly at him and pointed a finger, “No, Grayson, don’t follow me.”

“In all of your relationship, I have never seen the two of you fight,” Ethan commented as he listened to (Y/N)’s story.

She aggressively spooned the ice cream in her mouth, “Yeah, well there’s a first time for everything,” she bitterly spoke.

“Where did you go?”

(Y/N) made a face and placed another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, “Turns out not very far. I was going to go for a drive and I realised that I left my keys in the fucking house.”

She groaned as she reached her car, realising that the keys were in the house. She turned back around and tried to open the door, she jiggled it a couple of times and realised that it was locked. “Are you serious?” She knocked a couple of times and when she realised that Grayson wasn’t going to come and open it for her, she complained under her breath and went around the back.

She jimmied the door a little bit, knowing the secret places of the door that would make it unlock. When she finally did it she wasn’t prepared for the weird greeting she was met.

“Jesus Christ, Grayson, stop it! It’s me, you idiot!” (Y/N) screamed, and repeated a couple of times.

“Oh God,” realisation dawned on him and he dropped the fire extinguisher on the floor. “Oh fuck, sorry, I thought you were a raccoon.” When he saw the look on her face, he knew that he said the wrong thing.

“Yes, Grayson Dolan because people look like fucking raccoons,” she spat. She picked up the extinguisher and began spraying him, the spray was so strong that he fell back on the couch, knocking over the lamp on the floor.

When James heard Grayson tell that part of the story he couldn’t help but stop laughing. “I’m sorry,” he said when he noticed Grayson’s glare. “It’s just, you gotta admit, that’s pretty funny.”

“I still don’t understand what happened between the two of you,” Emma commented, placing her drink on the table. “I do know that she doesn’t go crazy for no stupid reason.”

“So that’s why you’re mad at him?” Ethan asked as they both finished their ice cream.

“Yes! And it sounds so stupid but I’ve asked Gray to try a bubble tea every single fucking time we go out and he’s never tried it because he said it looked weird!” She explained exasperated. “And this Taylor who he doesn’t even like says that he should try it and he does!”

Ethan didn’t respond but just watched his brothers girl have a meltdown in the middle of the shop.

“And he does this with everything, E!” She pushed the cup away from her. “It’s not just the drink, it’s movies, places and clothes! It seems like he values everyone’s opinions over mine because he actually listens to them.”

“Have you spoken to him about it?”

“We tried to this morning but to be honest, I don’t think that he actually understood what he’s done wrong,” she ran a hand through her hair and sighed heavily. “It’s so tiring at this point.”

some time later

“Hey,” they greeted each other with the awkwardness of a first date. They looked at each other not really knowing what to say.

“This is stupid,” she finally spoke, laughing. That conversation with E this morning did really help.

“I’m sorry,” Grayson apologised.

This whole fucking fight was so tiring for them.

“Me too, I overreacted,” (Y/N) confessed sheepishly. “I missed you last night.”

Grayson nodded eagerly, in all their time they’ve never spent a night away together if they were in the same area. Last night was probably the worst sleep he’s ever had. “I missed you too.”

“Sometimes I just feel like that I have to express myself by shouting to let you know just how upset I am.” She looked at him with sadness in her eyes. “But everything is okay now, right? You get why I was upset?”

Grayson nodded once again, “I do,”  but inside he knew that he really didn’t. Even after with James’ and Emma’s ‘help’ this morning, he still didn’t know what had happened but all he knew was that he was happy they were okay again.

“Look, let’s just put this past us, okay?” She arched a brow and gave him a kiss, “You know what you did, so now at least you can not do it again.”

He kissed her again, this time relishing in their moment. “I love you so much.”

“Maybe we can go to this place later that does these great bubble tea, ever since yesterday I can’t seem to stop drinking them,” Grayson spoke as he wrapped his arms around her, not knowing the couple of seconds after that they would be right back to where they were this morning.

She instantly removed herself from his hold and looked at him, “Are you serious right now? Have you learnt nothing from last night, Grayson?”

He looked confusedly at her, “It was about the bubble tea?” What the actual fuck?  

“I have been trying to turn you to bubble tea ever since I’ve met you, Gray, and then some Instagram girl suggests it and you can’t stop craving it?” Each word she said she could feel her anger grow more and more. She honestly thought that everything was fine and everything was sorted, and he understood what was going on. Apparently not.

She placed her drink down rather aggressively, “it makes me feel like I don’t matter to you!”

Grayson watched as his girl storm away from the party and walk outside the balcony. The other three friends watched from the couch at the situation that just happened.

It took about five minutes until Grayson got his shit together and ran towards the balcony. She thought that she didn’t matter to him? That her opinions didn’t matter? She was literally the only person apart from Ethan that he needed validation from.

(Y/N) heard the door open and she let out a sigh, “I don’t really want to talk about this right now, Gray.”

“I can’t believe you don’t think that your opinion doesn’t matter to me, babe,” Grayson started, closing the door and walking closer to her.

“Do you remember that time that I was going to dye my hair that awful colour?” Grayson asked, knowing that she knew exactly what he was talking about. “And then you literally threw the box away because I was so sure that I would look good.”

“You would have looked like a giant booger,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“Apart from that, do you remember when I said that I was going to take those classes to better my reading?” He asked and watched as she nodded. “And those times where I’ve had a fight with E and I come to you, asking you for help?”

He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so she could look at him, “I can’t believe that you would ever think that your opinion doesn’t matter to me, when in fact it’s one of the most important,” Grayson explained. “I literally look up to you because you make me so much better. You’ve changed me for the better. I might miss a drink or a movie here and there but I have you all over me. It might not be on the materialistic side of things but the things that really matter, I have you all over me.”

She gave him a smile, “Mm, you’re about to.” She kissed him, pulling him into her arms. “Love you so much Gray.”

[astarryon]

Pity Party

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mild sexual content, drinking, slight language

Summary: You swear to god your birthday is cursed. Klaus Hargreeves showing up in your home like he owns the place after your fiance dumped you over text message seems to prove your fucking point.

A/N: Listen. This is nothing more than absolute self serving trash coming from someone who wants to jump Klaus Hargreeves, okay, I’m telling you. This definitely isn’t my best work but it WAS a lot of fun to write and that’s all that matters as far as I’m concerned. Reader is gender neutral but I do typically write fem!readers, so I apologize if I missed any slip ups! I hope you enjoy reading this and if you have any comments or questions, feel free!

Masterlist

Today really just wasn’t your fucking day.

It was funny — ironic, really, considering that if any day was going to swing in your favor, you’d have figured your own birthday would be at the top of the fucking list. Maybe wake up, have a nice breakfast, spend some time with those you held closest. That’s what normal people did on their special days, what you would’ve liked to have been able to do. But then, you weren’t normal, and after as many birthdays as you’d suffered through so far in your life, you really should have known better.

Your birthday was something of a curse. Each and every year, no matter how old you turned, no matter how good or bad you had been, how much of a plan you’d had or how care free you were willing to act, everything always just seemed to go wrong. There was no rhyme or reason for it, no clear explanation as to why this was. All you knew was that as soon as your eyes slid open each year on that day, the universe seemed intent to wreak havoc in your life.

This birthday had been no exception.

Unlocking the door to your apartment, you didn’t even bother kicking the door closed before dropping your bags to the floor and kicking off your shoes. You’d stopped at the liquor store on your way home— kind of a must, after having been dumped via text message by your fucking fiancé— and hadn’t been able to wait until you were home before cracking the bottle open. Now you were half a bottle of vodka deep into your sorrow and had no one to wallow in your pity with.

Or, so you’d thought. The universe didn’t seem to be finished with you quite yet.

“Oh, hello there,” a voice drawled from the other side of the living room. “Welcome home.”

You might’ve screamed bloody murder if you hadn’t been midswig directly from a vodka bottle’s neck, but then, you supposed that would’ve been a bit of an overreaction. After all, your birthday curse was laying it on thick today, and the shit wasn’t stopping until the clock struck midnight. All you could do was sit there and fucking take it.

Swallowing hard, you reached backward with a hand to turn on the lamp just beside your sofa and found yourself pleasantly surprised when no one threatened to shoot you if you kept moving. Most home robbers didn’t want to be seen, naturally, so that inspired at least some sort of confidence, and as you flipped the switch, illuminating the darkness only to find—

Oh, no, this was much worse. A burglar would’ve been so much less complicated.

He looked much the same as the last time you’d seen him, making you wonder if that was cause for concern. His style was much the same — no one would ever be able to change that, and while it was refreshingly familiar and gaudy, you couldn’t seem to shake the shock. He was skinny, though he’d always been, and his eyes were heavily rimmed in smudged up liner, contrasting starkly with the pallor of his skin. Everything, everything about him was the same, from the wildly unkempt dark hair to the black painted nails, to the eyes that looked like they’d seen much more terror than should have been possible for their age.

But, then, Klaus had always been unfairly predisposed to terrifying sights. It made sense that he looked haunted, considering he literally had been since childhood.

“Was wondering if this day was gonna get any worse,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and taking another swig from your bottle. “Guess I should’ve figured.” You raised the bottle in your hand, brandishing it for Klaus to see. “I’d offer you some, but, you know. Wouldn’t want you to go breaking your sobriety and all.”

Assuming he’d managed to stay clean for more than a couple of hours, which he’d skipped town on you so many times to avoid doing.

Klaus chuckled, the same mischievous, lilting chuckle you remembered from when you knew him. It was a nice sound, truth be told; you hated that it brought you a bit of comfort. “What, you’re not happy to see me?”

“Nope,” you responded, popping the ‘p’ as you stated him down hard. He was a bit of a distance away, but you couldn’t see any obvious signs. No track marks, no blown out pupils, no distinguishable scent. You hated to jinx it, but Klaus didn’t appear to be using at the moment. Well, that, or he’d just gotten really good at pretending he wasn’t. “But you’re not stupid, so I’m sure you knew that would be the case.”

“Oh my god, you can just ask, you know,” Klaus sighed, waving a tattooed palm in the air for emphasis. “Not like I’d lie to you.”

You gave a harsh laugh, one that made your chest feel funny when accompanied by the warmth of the alcohol. “You did the last time you were here,” you told him, shaking your head and turning your gaze to the ceiling. “And the time before that. Time before that, too, if I’m remembering right.”

“Well this time’s different,” he insisted. “And I don’t lie anymore.” At a pointed look from you, he paused, then backtracked, a sheepish little smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Okay, maybe I do, but never to you. Not anymore.”

Again, you scoffed. Klaus brought out the snark in your soul entirely too easily. “That’s a nice thought, Klaus, but I can’t deal with your addict shit, alright? Not after the day I’ve had.”

He hopped up from where he perched, cautiously stepping closer one foot at a time. When you made no move to stop him approaching, he bridged the gap and sat gingerly beside you. The heat radiating off him was nice, comforting — familiar. “That’s why I’m here,” he insisted, a kind smile offered your way. Funny; so much time spent apart, yet he still looked like the friend you’d loved so dearly in your youth. “I’m not stupid, I know what today is. Came to lend you a shoulder to cry on.”

As if he could know what you’d been through today. It would’ve been one thing if he’d shown up unannounced last year, when you’d toppled over on your way to your birthday party and broken your ankle, or the year before, when you’d gotten the news that your best friend would be moving to the opposite side of the country for a job opportunity. Klaus might’ve been able to comfort you those times, with his honeyed voice and quick jokes, but today... today had been an entirely different breed of fucked up. Today had been so bad, you weren’t even sure how next year was going to top it. Today had been literal hell.

“I don’t have time for this, Klaus,” you sighed, shaking your head as you turned to eye him. The vodka was beginning to hit you now, making your vision somewhat choppy; you might’ve found the effect amusing if you weren’t so determined to wallow in sorrow. “I got... I got shit to be angry over, and you... I don’t even know what the fuck I’m supposed to do with how I feel about seeing you.”

Klaus pressed a pleading hand to his chest, a look of genuine remorse flashing across his features. Was it just you and your drunken idiocy, or was he... concerned? “Hey, look, I know I haven’t exactly been... the best friend, okay? You needed me a lot and I wasn’t there for you, but I’m here now, okay? And I know what your birthday is like, and I know something shitty happened, and for once in our lives, you aren’t the sober one out of the two of us, so...” He held his arms out, a kind gesture. He was offering you companionship, affection, a friendly ear, so... who were you to deny him?

You sighed, scooching over and leaning your head back against his chest. Careful to balance the bottle of vodka against your side, you let go of it to grab Klaus’ arms and settle them around your middle, tucking your head beneath his chin before grabbing the bottle once more and pulling a long draw from it. “This doesn’t bother you, does it?” you asked, raising the glass in the air.

“Not at all,” Klaus responded, fingers already tracing soothing patterns into your arm. Oh, that felt nice; he always did have such a gentle touch.

“Good,” you replied, drinking again. It might’ve just been your imagination, but you swore you heard a soft chuckle above you. “Because I’m gonna need it to get through this fucking story.”

—

“A text message?” Klaus asked, tugging at locks of your hair. You weren’t sure when he had started or why he kept doing it, but you were too far gone to care. The only thing you knew for sure was that you didn’t want him to stop. “Really?”

“Really,” you muttered, pressing a hand to your cheek. You’d run out of vodka some time ago — you’d meant to go and get another bottle, but Klaus had restrained you from doing so, hypocrite that he was. God forbid you find solace in getting trashed like he was prone to do. “Two years of engagement and that’s all I got. Shows you how much I matter.”

“You matter plenty,” Klaus assured you. He smelled clean, like soap and laundry detergent and... cotton candy body wash? Whatever; it was definitely a better alternative to the stench of marijuana. “You just... fuck, we need to get you a better taste in fiancés.”

“It’s fine, I don’t care that much,” you sighed. And how could you, with the way the lights were dancing in your eyes, or the angle at which the room was tilting? Hell, just the feeling of Klaus’s fingertips brushing over your skin was enough to make you shiver. It was also enough to stir up other things, feelings from a long time ago, a sort of spark in your chest just waiting to be ignited.

No. No. You were drunk, that was all. Klaus couldn’t just show up here and expect you to... no. It wouldn’t be fair.

Unless… unless Klaus wasn’t the one who had feelings he wanted to act on at all. This was all you. And sure, maybe this would come back to bite you in the ass the next morning, but until then… what was wrong with a little flirtation?

“Hey,” you began, a wave of giddiness rolling through you as you pulled yourself away from Klaus’ chest in an effort to face him. You liked the easy smile on his features, liked the way that he looked so peacefully at home. In a way, you supposed he was; hadn’t you been his closest friend since your teen years? Hadn’t he been yours? Never mind — there’d be time for reflection when you were more sober. For now... it was time to be impulsive. “Do you wanna know a secret?”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, his interest easily piqued. That had never been hard to do for you; it was comforting to know you still had the same effect on him after so long. At least there was something you could count on. “A secret?” he repeated softly, narrowing his eyes playfully. The word sounded like a delightful sin, with as much praise as his lips gave to its shape. “You have a secret?”

Part of you was hesitating. It was the part that was hanging on to your last shred of common sense, the one that said none of this was a good idea. It wasn’t a smart move, truth be told, nor was it likely to bring you anything but conflict and confusion. You’d spent so many years trying to put thoughts of him out of your mind, so much time trying to close that part of yourself off. Awakening it once more — while fucking drunk, no less! —couldn’t be smart.

But then again... it was still your birthday, wasn’t it? Bad luck curse be damned, you deserved to squeeze at least one drop of goodness out of today. Klaus wouldn’t mind, of course. He’d be getting just as much out of it as you, and hadn’t he been willing to do any and everything to make you smile, once upon a time? Wasn’t the whole point of him coming here to offer you comfort?

Shaking your head and throwing all caution to the wind, you gently touched your fingers down on the skin of Klaus’ arm, tracing slow patterns. “That’s right,” you whispered, feeling your heart pick up in your chest. Klaus closed his eyes and released a deep breath, lashes fluttering in response to your fingers crawling up his arm. The sight only served to embolden you further, and you began leaning forward. “Do you wanna know what it is?”

“I don’t... not wanna know,” Klaus gasped, extending his neck as your fingers met the base of his shoulder. A clear invitation to continue; he’d be putting up no fights tonight, then. “Jesus, you’re good at that.”

“‘M good at lots of things, Klaus,” you hummed. Finding a particular inspiration for bravery, you shifted your weight and swung a leg over to his other side, effectively sitting you on his lap in a straddle. Some tight, warm feeling in your stomach seemed to lock you in place, and as you leaned forward to press your lips up against his ear, you were pretty sure you could feel sparks flying off your body. Or maybe that was the alcohol. Either way, it certainly felt amazing. “That’s part of the secret.”

You could feel Klaus shiver as you drew back, providing just the slightest bit of smug satisfaction.

Your new position offered you an intimately close look at his face, and you could see every little detail that you had so dearly missed. There were his eyes, beautifully green and framed in lashes he most definitely didn’t deserve; you’d spent many days telling him how ungrateful he was to have such a blessing. Lower down were the dimples you’d always been jealous of, dimples which had gotten this man out of many arguments and chastisements. There were his lips, long and graceful, and facial hair that would have looked ridiculous on anyone who wasn’t Klaus.

And then, down south, just at the protruding ridge of his collarbone... a single, prominent beauty mark. A mark that had teased and taunted you endlessly for days and weeks and months, one that you now had the bravery and the lack of sobriety to ponder.

Klaus gave something of a nervous chuckle, powerless to do anything but look up at you with wide eyes. His hands were notably withdrawn from your body; you must’ve caught the poor thing off guard. Good. Let him be the one at a loss for once. “What, uh? What are you doing?”

“Making today worth it,” you told him, catching his eyes and refusing to let them go. You wanted him to see the intention, the desire, the need. Leaning down and forward so slowly you weren’t sure you were actually moving, you used a hand to steady yourself against Klaus as you bent to his chest. Before you could chicken out or find any reason to stop yourself, you surged forward and caught that enticing little beauty mark in your mouth, kissing at it and nipping slightly.

The sound that came out of Klaus’ throat could only be described as obscene and desperate. Ah; there was the answer to that particular question.

“Wait, what are you—“ His words were cut off when you repeated your motion, another provocative gasp drawn from his lips. You couldn’t help the satisfaction you felt, nor could you help smirking against his collar bone as you peeked to see the effect. His face was very suddenly red, eyes blinking a mile a minute, and he seemed to be making an extra effort to contain himself.

Huh. Who would’ve thought all it took to fluster Klaus Hargreeves was a bit of sexual tension?

“You’re being awfully quiet all of a sudden,” you murmured, slowly working your way up his throat. The second kiss in, he reflexively slid his hands onto your hips, gripping hard and shifting beneath you. Poor guy must’ve been so confused. “Was this all I had to do to get you to shut up all those years?”

“Oh, my god,” Klaus breathed. He sounded somewhere between amusement, arousal, and deep set panic. Nice to know the effect you had. “This can’t happen, you... you’re gonna kill me when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

Another kiss, this time at his jawline; his fingers were digging into your hips, now, and you found that you actually quite liked the pressure. “Why would I do that?” you asked, bringing your hands up to tangle in his hair. “I want you too bad for you to die.”

Klaus choked, turning to the left just as you were about to capture his lips in a kiss. “Okay, hang on a second, you can’t just— we! We can’t do this right now!”

You narrowed your eyes, tilting your head in confusion. Weird; he seemed pretty in to this, what with all the moaning. ‘Couldn’t do it right now...?’

Oh!

“Klaus, baby, if you need a second to get it up, then—“

He let out a strangled cry, face contorting in embarrassment as his cheeks went even brighter. “I’m way too fucking sober for this,” he muttered, pulling his hands from your waist and latching them onto your wrists in an effort to detangle your fingers from his hair. “Okay, for the record, I have zero performance issues!”

“Okay,” you told him doing your best to look understanding. “Well it’s fine if you do, you know, I’ve read that drug use can have effects on—“

“Nope!” Klaus exclaimed, “No, we’re not doing this! My shit’s working fine, okay, your drunk ass should be so lucky.” He took another moment to breathe, shaking his head in disbelief. “Listen to me, okay? You’re drunk, and I’m not. You don’t do that very often, which I know because you hate what it does to me, so your tolerance is probably under the floor. That’s fine. But I’m not gonna sit here and let you jump me just to wake up tomorrow morning and start a fight!”

“Klaus,” you murmured, blinking down at him. Funny that his only protest here was that you were drunk; funny that he wasn’t actually telling you he didn’t want you, too. If you’d harbored these feelings since you were a teen, since you had first met Klaus, really… did that mean that he had the same ones? “You’re the one who said you wanted to know my secret.”

“Which you still haven’t told me, by the way!”

You tilted your head, shifting forward so that your lips were just shy of his. All it would take to close the gap was another burst of impulse. Maybe if he gave you enough time, you’d find it. “You’re really gonna make me spell it out for you, Hargreeves?” He was still holding your hands captive; that was fine. You had other methods of getting your point across; namely, rolling your hips until you managed to win another gasp. “I want you… to want… me.”

And then you kissed him, deep and sweet and passionate, like everything you had ever dreamed of doing since you’d met this man so many years ago.

Kissing Klaus felt like letting go of everything wrong. His lips were soft, warm, and he tasted oddly of candy. None of those were bad things; just the opposite, in fact, and such a wonderfully pleasant surprise, considering you’d been expecting to taste alcohol or weed. You moved together, kissing and touching and exploring. His hands had loosened on your wrists, allowing them to return to their place in his curls, and his own palms had begun wandering their way along your torso, trailing hellfire wherever they touched. He gasped when you tugged at his hair, and you took advantage of the opening, darting your tongue in to see how he would react. When another beautiful moan was won, you repeated the action, slower this time, and deepened the kiss further.

Kissing Klaus was right. Kissing Klaus made sense.

Kissing Klaus was… kissing Klaus was pure fucking bliss.

“Okay, wait,” he gasped, wrenching his mouth away from your own. “I see what you’re doing here, and it’s not— no,” he insisted, twisting to the side and flipping you onto your back when you attempted to catch his mouth again. His legs were tangled with your own, and his hands now had your wrists pinned above your head. You were effectively trapped. ���That was a dirty trick, you know.”

“I know lots of those,” you slurred, winking up at him. The effect was lost when you simply ended up blinking instead. “If you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just said.”

Klaus opened his mouth, then closed it again. Funny; he wasn’t one to run out of words, and especially not in your company. His cheeks were still red, his lips newly swollen, and there was a light in his eyes that you weren’t familiar with. “Listen to me,” he whispered. “I know that today was bad. I know someone you cared about walked out on you, and I know that they… I know they didn’t tell you why, or where they were going… and I know that probably scared you.”

Addled with alcohol as your mind was, you could still pick up on the true meaning of Klaus’ words. This wasn’t your fiancé he was talking about now; it was himself, those many times he’d left you alone in chase of another high.

“Plus, you’re drunk,” he added. He began backtracking at the nonplussed look you saddled him with. “Hey, hey, I’m not judging now. You know me, I’m definitely not one to talk. It’s just… I’m sure that with all the bad stuff that happened today, and your person leaving you, and me showing up unannounced, well. All of that’s gotta be taking a toll, right? But you can talk to me about how you’re feeling, okay, you don’t have to drown it all out with… me. Or sex. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Staring up at Klaus like you were, with his wide eyes gazing right back into yours, you realized two things. The first was that, maybe he was right. You were drunk, and terribly afraid of confronting your feelings about seeing him again for the first time in two years. Maybe your sudden need to lose yourself in physicality with him was an effort to escape the horrible feelings your birthday had brought, the abandonment from your fiancé ditching you and the sad resignation that your own special day had turned you into nothing more than an emotional punching bag. Maybe you were simply trying to avoid dealing with the messy things in your mind.

The second thing was that, in spite of all of that, your desire for Klaus wasn’t falsified, and it never had been. You’d had a crush on him since you were young — since you’d met him, really. He made life easier, made things bearable, made your birthday special. Klaus was kind, genuine, an absolute sweetheart. He was everything you wanted, though you’d never had the courage to admit that. Technically you still didn’t, given that jumping his bones wasn’t exactly a romantic confession.

You sighed, letting your body go limp to show that you wouldn’t resist or cause anymore problems. When Klaus lifted himself off of you, you sat up, cradling your chin in your own hands. “I wasn’t pretending, Klaus,” you murmured, offering him a sad smile. “I know I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair to you. But I… you know, every time I met with the wedding planner to pick something out, I didn’t care what my fiancé thought? I was always wondering what you would think. You know, what colors our theme should be, what flavor of cake we should have, what sort of venue would be best. At first I thought it was just because I missed by best friend, but then I realized tonight after seeing you that maybe… maybe it’s a good thing I got dumped, you know? Because I… I have feelings for you, Klaus.”

Klaus tilted his head, considering your words. For a moment he looked sad, like there was something he regretted. It was gone in the next second, though, replaced by teasing laughter, and you were much too intoxicated to chase after it. “You would’ve never told me that if you weren’t absolutely wasted, you know.”

“I’m sorry this is what it took to get me to realize,” you chuckled, scooting closed in order to lean your head on his chest. He stiffened, probably trying to anticipate whether you were going to jump him again, but relaxed once he realized you were seeking a more innocent form of comfort. “All of that being said… will you stay with me? Please?”

It was a loaded request, given that you weren’t just asking about this one night, either, nor was your question a simple one. What you wanted was for Klaus to stay with you, tonight, tomorrow night, the night after that, and so on and so forth. You didn’t want to have to get drunk to hide how you felt, you wanted to be able to come home and hurl your feelings at him every single day. You wanted him to stay here with you, to hold you like he was now, to make you laugh and cry and occasionally enrage you. You wanted to keep him, to have him be your best friend in the way that he used to be.

You wanted him to want you, too.

It was silent for a few moments, the both of you just breathing in unison. He would inhale as you exhaled, and the cycle would go again and again and again.

And then, finally,

“Please,” Klaus murmured, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your temple. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Amy Martinez (Character Sheet TV Tropes Style) A-E

Amy Martinez is my BNHA/AHS OC!!

She is a young girl from New Orleans and a witch from Miss. Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies who transfers into UA and earned a spot in the Hero Course. She currently resides in a very lavish mansion that belonged to the former Supreme Fiona Goode, and as it turns out, Amy originally lived in Japan but her parents were murdered by witch hunters who infiltrated Japan in search of her mother. The pro-heroes, unable (and unwilling) to take care of a young witch, had her transferred and placed under the care of Fiona and the New Orleans coven, where she was later taken in by the current Supreme and her godmother Cordelia Goode. Despite her appearance, Amy is very hyperactive, eccentric and mischievous by nature, isn’t above doing immoral and wicked things and has an offbeat sense of humor that tends to be off-putting to her new classmates. However, that doesn’t mean Amy is all bad, and in fact does have a compassionate and empathetic side that comes out when she’s with friends, especially her childhood friend Shinsou Hitoshi, ally Midoriya Izuku and later, her new best friend Ashlen Kyanse.

Speaking of which! Ashlen Kyanse is NOT mine, she’s my best friend @ashleigh-luvs-14cats​‘s OC! :D :3 

TV Tropes About Amy:

A Girl and Her Dog: She adopts a Northern Inuit Puppy that she and Ashlen name Dakota and he becomes her loyal animal companion and emotional support dog. 

A God Am I: Not really, but her words to Midoriya during her rampage resembled something of a god complex (at the time at least).

Amy: You can’t beat me Izuku... One For All couldn’t defeat Fiona Goode, the reigning supreme at the time, you can’t beat me now, even with One For All, you can’t beat me either! None of you heroes can! I’m a goddamn witch!

Accidental Murder: She accidentally kills Aizawa by giving him an apple she didn’t know was poisoned and charmed to look perfectly normal by Madison. Which resulted in Madison having to bring him back to life with Vitalum Vitalis.

Action Girl: Amy is always ready for a fight, and knows HOW to fight as well as she’s proven to be a very valuable and proficient student in the Hero Course.

Adoring The Pests: A tanuki once got into the dorm building, because Amy let it in since she found it ‘adorable’ and even named him ‘Shadow’. And although Iida told her to stop feeding the tanuki’s, Amy continues to do so because she thinks they’re too cute to not feed. 

Amy also states that she would feed the possums in America because she thought they were adorable. 

Adorkable: Despite her many eccentricities Amy’s a dork at heart a shown through her love of singing, dancing and making silly puns, and then there’s her girlish excitement when she’s around animals and toys as well as her oddly endearing fangirl reactions to Brendon Urie, Melanie Martinez and Stevie Nicks. Further displayed whenever she dances and sings with Shinsou and Ashlen.

Affectionate Nickname: “Ames” by Kaminari, Shinsou, Ashlen and a majority of her classmates. As well as “Witch Bitch” by Bakugo, it was initially used as an insult but became his term of endearment for her.

Her ex-boyfriend Damien called her “Amzy”, albeit as a means to manipulate her.

Ashlen also fondly calls her “Witchy”.

Fiona tends to call her “Sweet Amy”

Marie Laveau also affectionately refers to her as “Baby Witch”.

All of the Other Reindeer: Much like Midoriya, Amy was picked on and teased by other kids because she and they believed that she was quirkless and mocked her for it to the point of calling her ‘Powerless/Quirkless Amy’. It backfires tremendously when Amy supposedly gains a quirk, but has to pretend it’s only a Telekinesis quirk. The kids didn’t stop picking on her, but she really didn’t bother making any other friends other than Shinsou because of the bullying.

And this even extends to other witches, while Amy found a new family in her sisters Zoe and Queenie (after Misty, Nan and Madison died) Robichaux opened up to hundreds of other witches around the country. Amy was initially ecstatic and eager to make new friends just like her, only to realize that being a witch didn’t stop other witches from bullying her and thinking she’s weird even for their standards, which just added to Amy’s evergrowing sense of loneliness. 

Ambiguous Disorder: Has a crippling fear of being abandoned, extreme overreactions and outbursts (taking All-Might and Aizawa’s criticisms of her powers very strongly, screams at Midoriya over a disagreement), indulges in risky behaviors (drugs, shop-lifting, partying at college parties despise being underage), is highly impulsive (Iida has to stop her when she performs in combat too recklessly), prone to emotional meltdowns, shows can occasional lack of empathy and has unstable relationships (Bakugo, Midoriya, Aizawa, etc.). All of which are signs of Borderline Personality disorder or Bipolar Disorder, two of these Iida speculates she may have. However, some of her these behaviorisms also resemble Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder due to her inability to control her emotions, feelings of emptiness and worthlessness, and moments of hostility towards her peers to the point of avoiding her friends and relationships. And then Shachath also mentions that she tends to have regular ‘songs’ of suicide which act as a further indication that Amy might have CPTSD. 

Anguished Declaration of Love: During a fit of pure rage, she fights with Midoriya but when he pins her down, her psychotic exterior breaks a little bit as she breaks down crying and tells him that she loves him. However, because of Midoriya’s insecurities and familiarity with Amy’s mischievous nature, he doesn’t believe her and yells at her to stop playing around. Needless to say, it goes all downhill for him from there...

Animal Motifs: It’s subtle but she has a fox motif as her handle online is ‘KitsuneGirl’ and she has black tips on her blonde hair, a mischievous and sneaky personality, her tendency to act as a trickster both during and out of combat, and her witchcraft and magic also alludes to the kitsune and their various magical abilities in Japanese culture.

Anti-Hero: She’s self-centered, obnoxious, aggressive and occasionally breaks every rule she wants as she believes she can make her own rules due to her powers, but this is her being a troublemaker at best as she tends to take a radical approach as a means of standing up for what she believes in: Love.

Anti-Villain: At her worst she outright sides against her class and does immoral things whether it’s stealing, murder or even attacking allies, although she has no plans to become a villain and merely indulges in her worst impulses when she’s in a bad mood and isn’t above being cruel to her own classmates should they cross her.

Arc Villain: In a way, and relatively minor. As the Culture Festival arc comes to an end, Amy’s overwhelmed by the realization of how the pro-heroes could have taken care of her but didn’t, along with being kidnapped by the villains and her and Midoriya’s dissipating relationship. It becomes too much for her to bear that she flies into an ultra-tantrum and attacks Aizawa, the other teachers and puts her classmates into a slumber (to spare them her wrath) and destroys some of UA’s property and Midoriya has to stop her. But in the end he doesn’t win, instead, Shinsou has to talk her down. 

Arch Enemy: Amy has made several enemies, but of all the foes she feels a tremendous hatred towards and desire to destroy once and for all is Scathach, the wicked witch of the Roanoke forest who she aspires to kill and free all the souls she trapped in the forest. 

Attention Deficit Oooh Shiny!: Amy is very, very easily distracted by things, especially if there’s a cute animal involved, music she likes is playing or if there’s food. She CAN learn to focus but it’s… a challenge.

Attention Whore: Almost always desperate for attention regardless of whether it’s positive or negative and always performs outlandish things or says bizarre things if it means having other people’s attention on HER.

She even goes so far as to sometimes wear Madison’s inappropriate undergarments in hopes that someone will flip her skirt all for the sake of attention. 

The Atoner: After her brush with the apocalypse which allowed her and Mallory to go back in time to stop it, Amy realizes how cruel she was to her classmates and resolves to apologize and become a better classmate and friend to everyone. And she felt horrible when she needed to repeat history (including acting like a jerk) in the new timeline as a means to keep time flowing the way it needed to be but still lived up to promising to be better to her friends. It only gets better when Ashlen comes into her life and inspires Amy to keep living up to this promise. 

Ax-Crazy: Shows a disturbingly homicidal excitement when annihilating her opponents in battle, gleefully murders when given the chance and is a little too happy when talking about horror stories that include serial killers such as the Axe Man or Twisty The Clown.

And then she goes off the deep-end once the Culture Festival ends by attacking her teacher, classmate (Midoriya), beating her other teachers with little effort and causing destruction around UA, until she’s eventually subdued by her own merit and Shinsou’s influence.

The Baby of The Bunch: She’s the youngest witch of the original coven of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies consisting of Cordelia, Zoe, Queenie, Madison, Nan and Misty, with Cordelia being in her late 20′s at the time while the other girls were at least 17-24 while Amy was only 11. Even as she’s gotten older, her witch sisters still look after her as the ‘little sister’ of the coven. 

Back From The Dead: Amy is momentarily killed and impaled by witch hunters in her first year at UA, but is revived by Misty and returns to her distraught and relieved classmates.

She dies again in her second year but by her ex-boyfriend Damien who made a deal with Papa Legba by trading her life for his own life and drowned her in a bathtub. Only to be revived by Madison. 

The Bad Guy Wins: Sort of. She takes on a more villainous role after the Culture festival ends and all the stress, realizations and Midoriya’s growing impatience with her makes her go berserk. And so, Amy attacks her teacher, other teachers, causes mayhem and destruction around UA (although she does spare all of the students), knocks out her classmates so she doesn’t hurt them and then partakes in a big fight with Midoriya. However, while he manages to pin her down, Amy gets the upper hand and beats him to a bloody pulp when he ignites more fuel to her raging Sentio Compassios and although her rampage was put to an end, it’s only because she stopped herself and Shinsou (and later All-Might and Cordelia) managed to talk her down. Ultimately, Amy still defeated Midoriya and UA faced some damage from her rage, and in the end, she faced no real consequences as Cordelia urged the school to pardon her while giving them a The Reason You Suck Speech. While Amy was pardoned of the damage she caused, she ended up withdrawing with UA for several months.  

Badass Adorable: Cute in appearance, generally endearing and funny with her classmates but also hella strong in combat with amazing powers that she knows how to use very well and make her opponents fear her. This is showcased during her fight with Todoroki in which she gets him to realize just how strong she is.

Badass Boast: Can’t help but go on about how awesome and powerful she is at times in battle, but at times it can also be scary when she’s angry.

Amy: You think you can control me? Is that what this is? That’s how Hero Society works doesn’t it? (bursts into laughter) You... really think you can control me? Wow... you know... this is why witch hunters emerged... they were afraid of witches and their power... you might not be a witch hunter... but the fact that you think you can control me? Is priceless... (suddenly screaming) NO ONE CAN CONTROL ME! NO ONE CAN DEFEAT ME! NO ONE CAN KILL ME, NO ONE!!!

Bad Powers, Good People: It varies on her fluctuating morality but Amy is usually a good person who has the ability to control people not unlike Shinsou’s Brainwashing, except she can actually harm them by frying their brains should they attempt to resist her.  

Balloon Belly: Always has one after eating too much, which is every day. Especially when she went to Pizza Hut with Shinsou and Ashlen, much to Shinsou’s disgust and Ashlen’s amusement. 

Because You Were Nice To Me: She and Shinsou became friends for this very simple but pure reason in daycare. She was just coloring and when he wanted crayons she happily gave them to him, and when he called her coloring ‘pretty’, she started following him around and vice-versa.

Similarly, her reasoning for becoming best friends with Ashlen is also simple but pure as they met online during the period where Amy stopped attending UA and isolated herself in her mansion. Amy is just as opinionated online as she is in real life, although she also loads up her feed with silly things that she likes along with stories and drawings, but Ashlen genuinely liked her content and complimented her and started talking to her. Which drew Amy closer to her until they meet up in real life and Amy is overly friendly to her, but it’s all because Ashlen was kind to her and listened to her whenever she vented.

Belligerent Sexual Tension: She and Bakugo have been bickering and fighting with each other since they first met as children and never stopped when they met again in high school, but they’re very passionately in love with each other as Amy says that he’s the one she’s truly in love with and Bakugo can’t easily let her go even if she gets on his nerves, he’s clearly in love with her.

Berserk Button: She has quite a few…

Any sexist remark is bound to set her off into a tirade but if it’s directed towards her or God forbid her female friends, she WILL hurt you.

Taking her hat (if she’s wearing it) off is a quick way to piss her off.

Taking her food, whether accidentally or intentionally, WILL provoke her into violence, if you’re a child she’ll hurt you emotionally, but if you’re her age or an adult, it’s fair game as Izuku learned the hard way.

Tampering with her possessions is a VERY fast way to piss her off into a tranquil rage as she maimed a group of college boys (that she didn’t invite) when they trashed the bottom floor of her mansion at a party. 

Don’t say anything bad about Brendon Urie. She shares this with Shinsou, who both call it ‘blasphemy’.

Don’t tell her to “Shut Up”.

And don’t yell at her for that matter, although she gets more emotional and upset when yelled at rather than angry.

Frozen. Let it Go. That is all.

Not being appreciated, remembered or neglected is probably her biggest one with her least comical reaction as she’ll grow from irritated to enraged in seconds should she feel that someone is unappreciative of her, has forgotten her or neglecting her for someone else.

Don’t call her ‘stupid’, but never, ever call her ‘selfish’ or ��crazy’, mostly because she’s self-aware plenty and hates being reminded of it. 

Hurting ANY of her friends is the fastest way to get on her bad side as she will BURN you alive if you hurt her friends. If you’re lucky though, she’ll just hit you with an empty Dr. Pepper liter. 

Beta Bitch: When she and Madison are together, Amy essentially becomes her right hand bitch. 

Beware The Nice Ones: She’s not always sweet but is occasionally kind-hearted... until you piss her off that is... and then you’ll wish you didn’t.

Beware The Silly Ones: Very comical and extremely silly and fun-loving, but her classmates don’t underestimate her abilities or her temper as Amy becomes a force to be reckoned with in combat or when properly provoked.

Big Bad Duumvirate: She and Madison aren’t evil per se, but considered two of the nastier girls who use their magic for pranks and are even dubbed ‘The Sin Sisters’ by 1-A. 

Big Sister Mentor: Despite her being older than her, Amy (17) is quite sisterly with her witch friend Coco (25), as she teaches her how to do laundry and other household chores with the help of Iida. 

Big Brother Worship: In a way, Shinsou’s only eight days older than her, but Amy still regards him as like her brother and she adores him very much and believes in him the most in his quest to become a pro-hero. And was heartbroken when she had to leave him for his and her own protection to Robichaux.  

She absolutely adores her adoptive witch sisters Zoe, Misty and Mallory. Zoe especially because she was the first that she instantly became closest too when they met at Robichaux, and then she became very fast friends with Misty and wanted her to come to Robichaux, so she was overjoyed when she started to live with them. Finally, she and Mallory hit it off quickly due to being close enough in age but Amy still acknowledges Mallory as her senior and looks up to her like a big sister.

Downplayed with Madison. As Amy notes that Madison was a bitch to her as well as a horrible example in New Orleans and still is, but it doesn’t stop Amy from following her bad example from time to time, as well as still showing respect to Madison because of her undeniable power and occasional acts of kindness towards her and her friends at UA.

Big Damn Heroes: During the Stain Arc, she shows up just in time to hold off Stain off to keep him from seriously harming Todoroki, Midoriya and Iida and even distracts him for a brief moment.

Big Fancy House: Amy lives in a rather large mansion, while it’s not as big as Yaoyorozu’s it’s still pretty large, spacious and glamourous. It actually belonged to Fiona, but when she died Cordelia gave it all to Amy so she could have a house upon returning to Japan.

The Big Girl: Of 2-A, despite being one of the shortest girls, she’s certainly the strongest one due to her array of powerful abilities. 

Big Eater: Amy loves to eat and can clear a whole table due to her voracious appetite as she ate all the desserts in the dorm-rooms the first night, can eat a whole pizza as well as she cleared out the entire table during her’s, Shinsou’s and Ashlen’s first outing as friends and then ate dessert afterwards.

Big Sister Instinct: She took this attitude towards Kota. She wanted to bash Muscular’s head in once Midoriya knocked him out but the latter stopped her and Amy only reconsidered when she realized that Kota shouldn’t have to witness death a second time.

She’s also somewhat protective of Midoriya despite everything as she once dumped Bakugo for 2 months when she found out that he told the former to commit suicide in middle school.

She also displays this attitude towards some of her female friends especially Yaoyorozu, Ashido, Hagakure and Asui. And extends this towards classmates such as Kouda, Aoyama and Kaminari.

Likewise, she’s extremely protective of Shinsou, who she regards as like a brother to her, and Ashlen, her best friend who she also regards as like a sister to her.

Big Stupid Doodoo-head: Since Amy isn’t very mature, her insults can easily delve from vulgar to very childish such as ‘stupid-head’, ‘dum-dum’ ‘fartface’ and ‘butt-head’. Her arguments with Shinsou tend to delve into this very quickly.

Amy: I would have had him if you actually covered me stupid! 

Shinsou: It’s not my fault dum-dum, you should have paid more attention. Instead of waving your magic around all over the damn place.

Amy: Yes it is! You know what? Instead of brainwashing you should wash your dumb face and your stupid mouth because stupid words keep coming out!

Shinsou: Your face is dumb and your insults are even dumber you jabbering bat.

Amy: No YOUR face is dumb and your hair looks like a rat’s butt! 

Bi The Way: Amy shamelessly expresses her attraction to the same sex, is very much enamored with Yaoyorozu and goes on about how ‘beautiful’ and ‘smart’ she is. Likewise, she’s very attracted to some of her fellow witches in her coven such as Mallory and even Madison as she calls Mallory a ‘fairy goddess’ and Madison a ‘sexy bitch’. And as she received a love letter from Monoma, she believed it was from a girl and seemed pretty excited by the thought of it. 

Birds Of A Feather: She and Shinsou became fast friends in their childhood due to similar senses of humor and then when Amy discovers her witch powers and she found out she could control people just like Shinsou. Even as they grew up and reunited they still share things in common such as witty, sly and clever personalities and tastes in music.

She and Bakugo of all people discover that they have a lot more in common than they thought once they started bonding and it shows through their fierce tempers, desire to prove themselves, unwillingness to show weaknesses and somewhat abrasive tendencies for that matter. This is despite Amy and Bakugo trying to claim that they’re ‘night and day’, nobody buys it.

This is also how and why she became fast friends with Ashlen via internet, while they didn’t meet each other face-to-face yet, they bonded over similar tastes in music, movies and penchant for puns. Although their personalities are drastically different when they DO meet face-to-face their friendship doesn’t deteriorate as they still get along and still share those things in common and indulge in their pillow talk just like any best friends.

Blackmail: Not at first, but when she gets angry at Aizawa she starts making constant threats to tell Cordelia on him for menial things as a means to get him to buckle due to his fear of the Supreme.

Blessed With Suck: Sort of. Amy loves having all of her powers, but Sentio Compassios, her unique power, tends to leave her emotionally exhausted whenever she uses it too much, and she can feel everyone’s pain and feelings if they are strong enough and Amy becomes instantly affected by them, which she says is not always pleasant since it’s something she can’t quite turn off.

Blood Knight: Amy is VERY eager to fight and spar with her friends because it gives her free reign to use her magic and overall just enjoys the thrill of it all.

Blue and Orange Morality: In a way, due to being a witch and coming from a more neutral side rather than the Heroes or Villains side as Amy would rather be supportive of others’ impulses and desires than operate on a normal morality the heroes follow. For example, she’s fine with Madison wanting to kill Aizawa, but is offended by Mineta’s perverted antics, and she was also perfectly okay with Shinsou talking smack about Tokoyami (their own classmate and her friend) but crossed the line at Bakugo dissing Brendon Urie. 

Book Dumb: She’s not the best student, but managed to score relatively high in exams as she ranked 11th out of the 21 students at the time. However, Amy is obviously not stupid despite showing some naivete and is in fact quite crafty, just not motivated in school or homework as she frequently needs her friends such as Shinsou, Midoriya, Ashlen and Bakugo to help her.  

Boomerang Bigot: Despite occasionally boasting about how witches are superior to normal humans with quirks, at the same time even she’s exasperated by other witches as she often says “other witches are bitches”, although is partially due to the fact that she’s had the misfortune of meeting other witches her age who are just as exclusive and snobbish as the kids she grew up with who picked on her for her lack of a quirk. And then it increases when she meets two other witches (Blair and Laura) in Japan who are somehow WORSE than her as they mock her friends and Amy quickly fights them off.

Bratty Teenage Daughter: Certainly, acts the part at times whether she’s putting up a whining fuss or showing an apathy towards things, especially towards Aizawa and Iida, the former who acts somewhat fatherly towards her and the latter who acts like an older brother towards her. It helps that she’s Cordelia’s goddaughter and she treats her with respect but has little towards the former two.

Amy: Oh Ms. Cordelia I love you! Mr. Aizawa I hate you! Hitoshi I need you! Katsuki, hey fuck you!

Brilliant But Lazy: She’s a powerful witch, knows many spells, potions and is very talented with magic and knows how to creatively use it in combat but has zero motivation in working and academics and would rather rely on her magic to do all the work for her or simply use it to cheat off of her more academically inclined classmates.

Broken Bird: Watching her mother being burnt to the stake, her father being lynched and finding her puppy killed by the witch hunters shattered her innocence. And then her experience in New Orleans added to the tragedies as she still felt hunted and hated by the same witch hunters as she was forced her to watch even more people get killed, including new friends and family such as Nan, Misty, Madison, Zoe and Myrtle. Although some of them got better, Amy was still traumatized by watching her new family all get killed, and then Fiona’s intention to kill her and every other one of her new sisters and her new godmother completely broke her. While the coven was able to restore itself and Amy emerged as a strong young witch, the events still broke her and she follows her sister’s example to avoid looking like she’s broken and instead forces herself to maintain an excitable and cheerful façade as a means to convince herself that the events didn’t break her and instead made her stronger.

Brooding Boy Gentle Girl: She’s the Gentle Girl to Todoroki’s Brooding Boy despite not being together, but they are good friends as Amy’s oddly sweet nature can encourage Todoroki to be a little more outgoing.

Likewise with her and Bakugo as she’s often gentler than he is when it comes to expressing affection and sympathy while Bakugo just angrily broods. However, they can reverse the roles at times where Amy is bitterly sulking and Bakugo shows his softer side by attempting to comfort her.

Brutal Honesty: Amy is outspoken by nature and won’t hesitate to tell someone how it is or how she’s feeling, however she’s fully aware of how it can hurt people’s feelings, she just doesn’t care if it does. However, she CAN and WILL hold her tongue depending on who it is she’s talking to and depending on the situation she does know when to be more sensitive and delicate.

Bully Hunter: While not the nicest girl in the world, Amy really doesn’t care for bullies as she defended Shinsou from bullies when they were growing up and even first met Bakugo by pantsing and pushing him to the ground when he was bullying Midoriya, and also tells off bitchier witches whenever they taunt Coco for her naivete. 

In fact, she hates bullies so much that she dumped Bakugo for several months when Madison told her that he told Midoriya to jump off the school roof in middle school and said that she couldn’t be with a bully. 

Amy also attacks some nastier girls at the mall when they look at Ashlen funny. 

Bunny-Ears Lawyer: She’s an oddball, by and far, but she’s a very skilled witch in and out of combat, shows a cunning side and is very knowledgeable in politics, sociology and human relationships. 

Shinsou even imagined her as his lawyer during a nightmare he had.

Burn The Witch!: Nearly suffers this fate as a child right after watching her mother get burnt until All-Might and the pro-heroes save her just before they can light her up. 

Calling The Old Man Out: Despite not being her father, she calls out Aizawa for being an unfair teacher to his past students and for not taking her in when he could have after her parents died since nothing stopped him and the other UA staff teachers from adopting Eri, but allowed Amy to be shipped off to America with people who ended up indirectly exposing her to even more bloodshed that further traumatized her. She also chides him by saying that he’s not good at even looking after his other students and calls him ‘the wrong person’ to look over anyone. 

Cannot Keep a Secret: While she CAN keep an important secret, she deliberately at times tells some secrets as she freely blabs whatever secret she’s supposed to be keeping or should keep a secret for the sake of not embarrassing her friends.

Amy: Sorry I woulda arrived earlier but Hitoshi had some really bad jock itch so I made sure he was feeling okay after.

Can’t Take Criticism: Amy CAN take some criticism, but at the same time she can’t take certain criticism, particularly about her character and actions.Any criticism or disapproval she gets, often irritates her because she takes it all very harshly. 

The Caretaker: Shinsou and Ashlen are normally the ones looking after her, but Amy can easily return the favor when they’re upset. As whenever Shinsou is depressed and feeling low, Amy opts to take care and look after him by giving him space, a “Happiness” kit of junk food and caffeine, and a playlist for sadness and anxiety. Likewise, Amy is more than happy to take care of Ashlen whenever she is distraught as she stays with her the entire day, gives her tender, love and care and also gives her ice-cream to add to the comfort while also showing her some of her favorite movies or shows like Friends, The Office and Brooklyn 99.  

Catchphrase: Has a habit of cheerfully saying “Oh Mylanta~!” and asking “So what’s the T Christine?” 

And her favorite way of describing something unappealing is calling it “a bag of dicks”.

Character Development: During her first year at UA she had no true intention of becoming the hero Japan’s society would have wanted her to be and had no real desire to be a team-player with her classmates and only wanted to return to Shinsou, however, she grew to really like her new friends and changed her attitude and became a lot friendlier to the point of opening up and sharing her wealth with everyone and going out of her way to provide them laughter and entertainment. She did relapse into insanity for a while and had to quit UA for a short time, but still managed to slowly overcome this because of her friend’s influence. And by the beginning of her second year, she’s on better terms with her classmates and becomes increasingly kinder when her new best friend Ashlen enters the picture and inspires Amy to be more compassionate, sympathetic and helpful towards her class.

Child Hater: Downplayed, while she’s annoyed by anything centered around children and when people talk about children, she’s actually more jealous of the attention children get and doesn’t genuinely hate children themselves as she was actually pretty fond of Kota and bonded with him over the loss of their parents.

Played straight though in her case with Eri, who she disliked, but later warmed up to her. 

However, ultimately her aversion to children stems more from the fear that she won’t know how to properly care for them but she claims that she DOES hate only children who are “nasty little shits”.

Chevalier vs. Rogue: She’s the Rogue to Ashlen’s Chevalier as Amy uses her magic to fight dirty and play tricks on her opponents while Ashlen relies primarily on her stealth and combat skills while maintaining a noble, honorable approach in battle.

Chivalrous Pervert: Amy is an unabashed pervert (but nowhere near Mineta’s level) as she likes to stare at her male classmates’ butts and tends to be a flirt, but she’s a good person at heart and never does anything without consent. 

Clingy Jealous Girl: Amy is a VERY jealous person by nature, but especially towards the people she’s in love with, as she grew to dislike Uraraka when she realized the latter also had a crush on Midoriya, dismissing her as a basic, boring girl with nothing going on. And then she displays this same jealousy towards Camie after hearing that she had to take a remedial course with Bakugo, Todoroki and Yoarashi as Amy referred to her as a “skintight slut”.

Cloudcuckoolander: She’s clearly off her rocker, has an odd way of thinking, randomly breaks out into song and dance and seems to be pretty much be in her own world. 

Combat Pragmatist: A dirty fighter by nature, Amy uses whatever she can get her hands on if it means success, often through the use of telekinesis to make people lose their footing.

She used a stone to bash Midoriya’s face while using her telekinesis for speed, knowing her own physical strength won’t do much damage, and used a piece of heavy debris as a blunt weapon during a battle to stun him and swat him away from her and then into the ground.

Once again, she uses her telekinesis beforehand to steal sweat from Bakugo to use his own explosions against him in a battle.

When in a bad mood and ready to lash out, she surprises Aizawa by blinding him with a potion to give her the chance to attack him, as well as attacking him from behind and using his capture weapon to cover his eyes and entrap him.

Likewise, she always uses Shinsou’s capture weapon against him to trap him or cover his mouth so she can get the upperhand. 

Comedic Sociopathy: Downplayed but it’s clear she finds it hilarious to see other people get hurt whether physically or if a joke’s made at their expense. Even though deep down she doesn’t truly like to see them actually hurt. 

Comic Trio: With her witch sisters she’s this with Mallory and Coco, with her UA classmates she’s this with Shinsou and Kaminari.

However it’s downplayed with her, Shinsou and Ashlen. Amy is always taking the lead by getting her friends to do something wild and fun, and although Shinsou is far from stupid, he does nothing to stop her and simply follows her lead, while Ashlen is always trying to reign Amy in when she’s going out of control.  

Companion Cube: She’s rather fond of her broomstick ‘Brooke’ to the point of talking to it like it was an actual person, and Shinsou even jokes that it might as well be her lover.

Amy: Ahhh I love you so much baby... I’m going to take you to my room and stroke your bristles...

Conditioned to Accept Horror: Due to seeing her parents die before her eyes AND every other horror she witnessed in New Orleans with the witches, voodoo witches and witch hunters, she’s able to go through every horrific thing that occurs at UA without being fazed much. She even tells Bakugo that when enough horrible things happen to you, you’re bound to get used to it.

Cool Big Sis: Takes up this role wherever Kota is concerned as she frequently takes him out for ice-cream, lets him ride with her on her broomstick and took him to an amusement park.

 And when she got over her initial dislike of Eri (but retains her jealousy sometimes), she somewhat became this to her, stating that Eri “needs a woman in her life” and becomes that “woman” in an odd, albeit irresponsible way as she lets her play with her dog Dakota, also gives her her favorite Disney movies to watch, taught her how to sing and let her bake cookies with her, but she also let her have her first soda, gave her candy and chocolate and let her buy any clothes and toys that she wanted while also encouraging her to be sassy.

Corrupt The Cutie: Already broken from seeing her parents die, when 11 year old Am is taken to America and attends Robichaux, guardians like Fiona, Madison and Zoe (to a lesser extent) slowly corrupt her into a morally ambiguous young witch who’s not above murdering and deception if it means achieving a goal.  

Creepy Child: Her experiences at New Orleans with her witch sisters turned her into one as she began making much more morbid jokes about death, ghosts and demons, and then smiling at inappropriate times and generally making adults feel uncomfortable. She was only 10 at the time.  

Creepy Shadowed Undereyes: Not visible but that’s because she hides them with make-up. They’re not nearly as bad as Shinsou’s, but when she’s angry, going crazy or depressed they’re much more prominent. 

Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass: She’s very much a comedic girl, but also very much a dangerous girl with a LOT of powers that she’s very skilled with in combat and WILL use them to rip someone a new one.

Cry Cute: When Amy drops her guard and sheds tears, she’s surprisingly more sympathetic and endearing even though she claims to be an “ugly crier”.

Cuddle Bug: Amy is a very affectionate girl who craves the affection in return and loves to hug her friends, especially Shinsou, Ashlen, Midoriya, Mallory and Todoroki. 

Curbstomp Battle: Played Straight in her fights at some of the thugs at the USJ and her two fights with Kaminari and Iida at the Sports Festival. As Kaminari attempts to flirt with her, Amy is flattered but quickly pushes him out of the ring with her telekinesis within a matter of 10 seconds. Similarly, she taunts Iida with her teleportation and pretends to give him an opening to get her out of the ring, only to teleport right at the last second and then push HIM out of the ring again with her telekinesis.

Downplayed in her fight with Midoriya. She picks a fight with him after the Culture Festival when he provokes her, and while he doesn’t want to fight her he still gains the upperhand and pins her down. However, it’s Played Straight when he tries to get her to calm down and instead pushes her buttons with a poor choice of words, which reinvigorates Amy’s rage and awakens the full extent of her Sentio Compassios as she gets big and utterly dominates him. 

Also played straight during her fight with Aizawa, although she cheated by blinding him with a potion, she still beat the hell out of him with her telekinesis and Sentio Compassios and only stopped when Cordelia intervened.

Curtains Match The Windows: Sort of. She has blonde hair and amber eyes.

Cute and Psycho: Amy’s endearing and sweet but also straight-up insane and cheerfully talks about murder and death while expressing an excitement when the opportunity to kill shows up.

Cute Witch: Eccentric as she may be, Amy is fairly cute for a powerful witch.

Cuteness Proximity: Amy ALWAYS gushes whenever she’s with adorable animals, especially if it’s puppies, kittens, foxes and ferrets. It’s one of the few times we see her acting like a normal teenage girl. 

Daddy’s Girl: She was one to her father Hiroshi, and despite the way she occasionally abuses and disrespects him, it’s clear she has a strong attachment to Aizawa as he is the only fatherly figure she knows after her real father died.

Dark Is Not Evil: While she has a mean streak and a wicked side, Amy is truly not a bad person at heart as she decides to remain on the hero’s side so she can protect the people she loves and had no true intention of going to the villain’s side.

Deadpan Snarker: She might be flighty, but she’s very quick-witted and knows how to make clever insults and puns towards others, but especially at Shinsou, Madison, Bakugo, Iida and Aizawa. 

Then again, two of her closest friends are Shinsou and Madison, and then FIONA was the one looking after her so she picked up some snark. 

Death Glare: Since she’s often seen smiling, she can give one hell of an effective death glare. It’s so intimidating that the minute Shinsou sees it, he encourages whoever is in the vicinity (whether his classmates OR teacher) to leave as fast as possible or apologize if they angered her.

Death Seeker: Shachath occasionally comes to her as she says that Amy tends to ‘sing’ to her which implies that she’s contemplating suicide often.

Defrosting Ice Queen: Towards her classmates as she goes from insulting and pranking them, to more buddy-buddy with them, particularly with Iida and Bakugo. Also, while she freezes Midoriya out for a while, his kindness and patience with her allows her to defrost back to him.

Later, because of her friend Ashlen’s encouragement, she defrosts towards Eri as well.

Determinator: Sure Amy’s a slacker, but when she’s determined to do something, she gets down to it and won’t stop until she gets what she wants. To the point of even sacrificing dignity and being her most stubborn self if it means achieving a goal.

Dissonant Laughter: When Aizawa is scolding the class for knowing of the plan to rescue her and Bakugo, she bursts into sudden, uncontrollable and mad laughter, BEFORE Bakugo even made Kaminari use his quirk to get a laugh out of everyone...

Disproportionate Retribution: Midoriya drinks her lemonade and eats her fruit sandwich, not knowing it was her’s, and she flies into a rage and even goes so far as to get a plastic plate and start beating him with it and chasing him out of the room.

And then again, she nearly crushes Midoriya in her Giant Sentio Compassios form because he called selfish and cruel.

Iida tells Aizawa that Shinsou (during a depression) drew a line into the wall with a sharpie which got him in trouble, and Amy ralles a group of students to protest against him to the point where he broke down and cried according to Midoriya. 

Aizawa gives her a bad grade on an essay and tells Cordelia about how she’s misbehaved in class, and Amy quickly retaliates by threatening to burn his sleeping bag. She didn’t actually do it, but she nearly did. 

Distracted By The Sexy: She utilizes this tactic against some of her opponents and wears Madison’s crotchless panties and ‘accidentally’ flashes them to Shishikura during the Provisional Hero License arc to get him to back off. It works..

Double Standard: Very fond of finding these and pointing them especially when it comes to gender and topics involving humans and witches. 

Drama Queen: Whenever Amy gets excited she tends to break out into song and dance, and when she’s upset she tends to go into a ‘woe is me’ mode and exaggerate her misery. 

The Dreaded: Shinsou knows better than to provoke and/or push Amy’s buttons and is quick to warn people when he can tell she’s in a bad mood and even goes so far as to alert others from doing or saying certain things that WILL anger her or simply tell them to quickly apologize should they provoke her by accident. And it becomes more apparent to the rest of her class the more they learn of her unpredictable temper, mood swings and array of powers and begin to go to great lengths to avoid provoking her.  

Even after their fight and even after Amy starts to become a better, saner person, Midoriya is still terrified of her. 

Dreadful Musician: Loves to sing but tends to go off-key at times, and is an absolutely horrible violin player to the point were even Present Mic and Bakugo can’t stand it. 

Drowning My Sorrows: Non-alcoholic example as she drowns in soda (Dr. Pepper or Big Red) whenever she’s really sad or lamenting after a failed test.

Drunk On The Dark Side: Spending time with the witches of New Orleans has encouraged her to embrace her darker impulses and be willing to do anything to get what you want and need. And by the time she goes to UA, Amy’s very self-indulgent and not above doing immoral things. However, she does start to stray away from this for the sake of her new friends.

Dude Magnet: Despite her quirky nature, she’s got Bakugo, Todoroki and Monoma all holding some kind of torch for her.  

Dumb Blonde: Subverted. Amy seems and acts like a flake and can lack common sense, but she’s actually very sly, crafty and manipulative several times and has shown to be able to really think ahead before she springs into an action plan.

Easily Forgiven: Shinsou will ALWAYS forgive her for anything she does no matter how amoral or messed up it may be, and that includes murder, manipulation and deception or even going on a rampage throughout his school. And he tends to quickly comes to her defense and excuse her actions by saying that she’s been through enough and that she shouldn’t be judged for what she does.

Midoriya also forgives her pretty quickly even after she attempted to crush him with her Sentio Compassios form and destroyed his apology gift (but fixed it later). Aizawa also forgave her fast despite the fact that she blinded him and attacked him. 

Shinsou: (to Aizawa, after Amy’s rage) Okay... look... I now you’re not happy with her now, but here’s the truth sensei, Amy is not bad at all, she just grew up in an environment that showed her a lot of bad things. She never wanted that life, she was forced into it, it’s not her fault...

Emotionless Girl: Amy becomes withdrawn, surly and apathetic after she leaves UA, and it’s much more prominent when she interns with Endeavor alongside Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki, all of whom are unnerved by her new demeanor. 

The Empath: Her father had a quirk called “Feelings” that allowed him to feel what others felt, which Amy is revealed to have inherited from him when his quirk manifested in her unique power “Sentio Compassios”, an extremely powerful form of divination that allows Amy to feel and see what others are feeling, as well as their auras. As such Amy can empathize with the people around her and it makes her feel the need to help them out with anything they may need any help with.

Enfant Terrible: Upon going to New Orleans and entering Robichaux, being exposed to all the bloodshed and betrayal with her fellow witches turns her into this as she easily gets corrupted by the new lifestyle and doesn’t hesitate to help her sisters kill their enemies brutally as she happily joined them in stabbing the Axe Man to death. She just turned 11 at the time.

Even Bad Women Love Their Mamas: She’s a trouble-maker at best and a sadistic bitch at worst, but no matter what, she never loses her love for deceased parents and loves her godmother Cordelia dearly. In fact, Cordelia is currently the only adult she hasn’t insulted or disrespected. 

Even Evil Can Be Loved: Amy’s not truly evil by nature, but even when she’s at her most psychotic, her friends still love her regardless of the madness. Shinsou in particular still holds a lot of platonic love for her even when she’s lost her mind, and her new best friend Ashlen has embraced even Amy’s less than savory qualities because she still loves her deeply and regards her as her best friend. And then her coven still loves her deeply, especially Cordelia, Madison and Zoe. 

Even Evil Has Standards: Amy’s an anarchist who loves the wicked side of things and has no issues killing people, manipulating them for her own gain and stealing, but even she’s appalled by things or other villains have done.

She was quite unnerved in the presence of All For One and claimed that she’s never been that afraid since Fiona.

She also turned down the offer from the League of Villains because she didn’t want to abandon her friends at UA as she realized that the students there are good people that she doesn’t want to harm.

She sympathized with the League of Villains stating that she understood them and stated that Society is messed up because she would never ostracize someone for being different.

Despite her (occasionally) rocky friendship with Midoriya, she dumped Bakugo for 2 whole months when Madison tells him that he told Midoriya to kill himself in middle school and Amy was absolutely disgusted by such cruelty.

Amy will not hurt anyone innocent, even when she becomes homicidal she only attacks people who are attacking her, and even if it’s her classmates (such as Iida, Tokoyami, Jirou who attempted to stop her) she merely knocks them out via telling them to ‘sleep’ and does nothing to hurt them or the rest of 1-A. 

She respected Fiona but disapproved of how she treated Cordelia, and likewise, despises Endeavor for what he did to Todoroki and the rest of his family.

Amy’s all for dirty tricks and humiliating others for fun, but will stop when she sees someone getting legitimately hurt.

Even The Girls Want Her: Her witch friend Darcy has an obsessive, mad crush on her.

Everyone Has Standards: Amy’s something of an airhead and not all there but even there are things that bewilder her or ‘ick’ her out.

She’s a pervert but even she was appalled by Mineta’s lack of shame in  his perversion.

Even when she hated Eri at the time, she still tossed Mineta into the stratosphere via telekinesis for making an inappropriate comment to her.

For all that she and Iida despise each other’s contrasting quirks, Amy sees from his point of view when frat brothers trash her mansion and act very uncouth even for her liking.

She finds it amusing to point out things she knows about people while they freak out and wonder how she knew that, but crosses the line at stalking and obsession because that ‘icks’ her out.

Despite her childish nature, even Amy is baffled by her older witch sister Coco’s inability to take care of herself and perform simple tasks such as laundry and cleaning.

Evil Laugh: Gives off one hell of an effective one akin to the Wicked Witch of The West, it’s so wicked sounding it genuinely disturbs her classmates and even Aizawa.

[cyanpeacock]

OK at some point I must have heard the internalized voice of my mother criticizing something I really love, which my emotionally malnourished child self would have taken as a hit to my sense of identity and meaningfulness, which is probably why I suddenly feel so goddamn aimless.

it really does make me Enjoy Things Less, man. fuck that shit. i know she didn’t mean to do it. that’s all i fucking heard! “I didn’t mean to” “I never meant it that way” “I’m sorry if...”

and even just like, “I’m sorry.” that couldn’t. fix. anything. 

nothing magically went away. nothing. none of the hurt. it felt good for a while to just get those two words, instead of a whole fucking story, and now it doesn’t feel good at all, apart from, well, she’s stopped like, telling the whole damn story to me, at least. now do still i feel like i’m living with the same damn internalized toxic stuff she offloaded onto me and confronting it with “she said sorry” actually feels... as cheap and ineffectual as it always did. 

so, uh, what? i guess i just have to feel upset, but it isn’t an indicator that I No Longer Love Star Trek And My World Is Ending Cataclysmically. it’s more like, My Foundations Of Healthy Love Were Never Built And Now Unresolved Things From One Relationship Manifest In Other Relationships (With A Person Or Something Else In Life), Because This Was Presented As Normal During My Upbringing.

“they fuck you up, your mum and dad. they might not mean to, but they do.” she liked that one. i understood it. as if it made any of the treatment i received alright.

oof, ow, actually, yeah, that sounds pretty whack when i put it that way. that’s... why would you knowingly project your unresolved issues with your abusive mother onto your relationship with your child. 

wait, something seems fishy.

“I didn’t mean to” “I never meant to” c.f. all those stories that never got to the point but were, retrospectively, clear acknowledgement of “I’m aware I’m emotionally damaging you, but my mother did it to me, I love you really, I’m different to her”

oh, I don’t like that. I don’t like that. That’s fishy. I don’t like that cycle of guilt-apology-love-incident-consequence-guilt. I recognize that. I reenacted that. That’s abuse. I know that’s abuse, because I was acting out unquestionably abusive behaviour. That’s the point you gotta acknowledge you’re unwell and get help. 

Unfortunately, a whole inter-generational thing in my family has been medical neglect passed off as a fault of the party with less power in the dynamic. “You’re fine/overreacting/just lazy.” Also a massive suspicion of doctors and mental health services. “It’s a black hole/you’ll get dragged in/you’ll never escape.”

Uh... the black hole is the cycle of abuse, if you don’t identify it and take conscious steps to avoid reenacting it. 

Like... yeah, there are shitty doctors, there are abusive doctors. It’s trial and error until you find one who actually listens to you. Getting there might take months of waiting in between appointments, with the same problem, because after the last one you don’t have the energy to try and trust somebody again. But once you’ve found a good doctor, they want to help, and see you get better, live a more personally fulfilling life. You’re supposed to have a good, long-lasting relationship with a GP and other health workers who have had a chance to get to know you if you have long-term difficulties. That’s not a black hole, that’s (part of) a healthy support system.

Gotta remember I was raised by a woman who told me I was “overreacting” to the massive head pain I was in, until I was literally screaming from it. I remember the doctor said I had holes in my eardrum. Remembering how bad that infection was stings. It’s quite probably the reason I’m deaf, since my deafness is due to missing or damaged ossicles, and not a nervous problem. 

OK. So I am not meaningless. I was raised by a woman who led me to believe that, by perpetrating a cycle of abuse that came from women before her, and then telling me that story so I’d realize I “had it better than she did,” so I had “no right to complain.”

OK. OK. I’m angry now, that’s an improvement. I’ll do my best to integrate those memories and be more aware of those emotions for the future.

like, shit, man. sure, your parents are gonna fuck up in some way, but like... giving your kid ptsd? borderline? that’s, that’s significant. that’s significant. 

suspicious, but starting to believe that there might really be a future where I don’t have to do this kind of work every day, or at least get used to it, and can do it a lot more quickly.