#and i know it’s getting bad bc my room and my pantry in the fridge have gotten really messy

[p1anether]

ALSO today is the day i start taking better care of myself i swear

[wowowwild]

Sick Days

I’ll attach a link here when ao3 is back up

Klavier is sick and Apollo takes care of him. klapollo week 2023 day 3: domestcity

P.S. if you don’t know german that’s ok bc you’ll just be POV: Apollo.

Apollo awoke to the sound of violent retching next to him. He jolted into a sitting position and flicked on the lamp. Klavier looked pretty pathetic, covered in vomit, eyes watering. Poor guy.

“Was that all of it?” Klavier whipped his head around and winced. “Ja. Tut mir leid…” “Hey, shh, don’t worry about it. Let’s get all of this off you, yeah?”

Klav nodded so Apollo set about rolling the sheets and blankets away from him, then took off his tank top. His sleep shorts were clean but also came off and were used to wipe down his torso.

“Come lay down on my side of the bed, I’ll run you a bath.” “Es tut mir leid. Danke sehr.” “Just rest for a minute.”

The first time he had seen the tub he had joked about it being a normal size and not an olympic swimming pool, but now he was thankful he only had so much tub he had to fill up. He tested the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold and adjusted it a couple times until it was at the right height.

“Alright, big guy, let’s get you in the tub.”

Apollo felt bad he had to jerk Klavier around a bit to get him into a position conducive to being picked up, but the guy looked so out of it, Apollo doubted he even noticed. He placed him gently down into the water.

“How’s the temperature?” “Sehr, gut, mein Häschen.” “I’m going to get you something to eat and drink, I’ll be right back, ok?” “Ja, bis gleich, Schatz.”

Apollo found a bottle of apple juice in the fridge and some club crackers in the pantry that would be easy enough to get down. As he made his way back into the room he could hear quiet sobs coming from the en suite.

“Klav? Hey, what’s wrong?” He rushed in and knelt next to the tub. “Herzchen!” Klavier threw his arms around Apollo, soaking him in the process. “I’m here. I just went to get you something to eat and drink, remember?” “Ja. Ich habe das vergessen.” “I don’t speak German, baby.” “Vas? Ich bin- Oh.” He giggled. “Verzeihung, Hübscher. I didn’t realize.” “That’s ok. Do you think you can try drinking and eating a little?” “Anything for mein Sonnenscheinchen.” “Ok, I have to go clean up a bit, will you be ok? I can keep talking to you, I’ll just be in the other room.” “Ok. I will be fine.” Apollo kissed him on the forehead, it was quite warm. “Once I finish I’ll get you some medicine.” Klavier made a face. “It tastes bad.” “But it’s good for you.” “Hmm…” “Could you do it for me?” “... For you.”

Back in the bedroom, Apollo began stripping the bed. It wasn’t particularly ‘juicy’, eugh, so the mattress wasn’t damp at least. Apparently Klavier was a good chewer, though, because he didn’t recognize dinner at all. Gross.

“Apollo?” Klavier sounded nervous, calling from the tub. “Yeah, Klav?” “Will you sing to me?” “I can do that. Any requests?” “Nein. Anything you would like.” He sounded more relaxed now that his request had been confirmed.

Apollo began with The Guitar’s Serenade, followed by a Khura’inese song he liked and then whatever came to mind. Four songs and he had finished the bed.

“How are you doing?” “Sehr gut, mein Liebster.” “Ready for your medicine?” Apollo entered the bathroom. Klavier made a face again. “Do I have to?” “Yes.” “Can I have ice cream?” “I don’t know if it will sit in your stomach well.” “Ok…” He looked so downtrodden, and as much as he was loath to admit it, Apollo would always give in to that face. “Well… maybe a little.” “Really?!” “But just a little, I mean it. How many of your crackers have you eaten?” “Five.” “Good job, Klav. I’m going to get everything and then I’ll help you wash up, ok?” “Ok.”

On his way out of the room he took the sheets and blankets to throw into the laundry room, attracting the attention of Mikeko and Vongole who tended to sleep in there. It was the warmest room in the house which appealed to Mikeko and ever since the two had become best friends, Vongole was rarely where the cat was not

“Hey guys. Sorry I can’t play right now,” he chatted as they followed him to the kitchen. “I’d send you in to keep Klav company, but he’ll definitely try to pull you into the tub to sit with him and I am not dealing with that at…” He squinted at the clock on the stove, “3 AM.”

He put a little vanilla ice cream in a bowl and hoped very much he wouldn’t be seeing it again. He also got the thermometer and some cold medicine that should get Klavier back to sleep. He should have figured something was up when Klav was tired at 9. That was early for him.

“Hey, Klav, I’m back.” “Ice cream?” “After the medicine. How is the bath water? It hasn’t cooled down too much?” “Nein. It is very nice.” Apollo tested it himself. It was still warm at least, but not as warm as it could be. “Alright, are you ready for your medicine?” Klavier sighed. “If I must…” “You must.”

Apollo measured out the right amount and Klavier opened his mouth. He made a face at the bitter taste, but swallowed it without any further complaints.

“Good job, babe. Here’s your treat.” Klavier took the bowl and looked at it for a moment. “Can you feed it to me?” “... Ok.”

Klavier really needed to be cleaned up before the water went cold, but he truly asked for so little, Apollo would probably never have the heart to say ‘no’. Usually he gave and gave, wanting nothing in return but Apollo’s presence, so of course when he asked for such a little thing he would do it. There wasn’t much anyway.

“Open up, darling.” Klavier grinned like he had won something. “What are you smiling about?” “You almost never use pet names. It feels special when you do.” “Oh, well…” Apollo could tell he was blushing. He’d use pet names more but he felt so awkward doing it. It didn’t come naturally to him like it did Klavier. A ‘babe’ or two might slip out from time to time, but mostly it was just ‘Klav’. He preferred to show his feelings in other ways. “You’re thinking too hard. Feed me my ice cream.” Apollo feigned offence. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you have any after all. You know, dairy isn’t great on the stomach when your sick…” Klavier was pouting again. “You said I could…” He whined. “I know, babe. Of course you can have it.”

Apollo scooped out a little and Klavier opened his mouth expectantly. He was really cute. Apollo figured he’d have to come up with an excuse to feed him again sometime when follow up kisses wouldn’t knock him on his ass with repercussions.

“How was that?” “No more?” “No more. I told you only a little. I wasn’t kidding about it not sitting in your stomach well. We have to get you cleaned up now, anyways. Before the water gets cold.” “Ok… Danke, Schatz. I know you spoil me.” “W-well I don’t really. No more than you deserve. Can you pass me the washcloth and soap?”

With an expert redirect, Apollo got to scrubbing his boyfriend down, as gently but efficiently as possible. He put ‘take a bath together’ on his list of things to do with Klavier. They’d showered, but a bath… Well he didn’t have time to think about that just then.

“How’s your hair? Does it need washing?” “Nein. I want to cuddle.”

Apollo took a once over of Klavier’s head and determined it was in fact fine and free of vomit. Klavier frowned at him, probably noting that his boyfriend clearly did not believe him. Apollo could live with that.

“I’m going to drain the tub now. I’ll grab you some pajamas, ok?” “Ok...” “When I get back we’ll dry you off and you can get dressed. Then we’ll cuddle. You’re doing such a good job.”

Klavier’s now deep frown lifted at the confirmation and compliment. He really was easy to please like this, but also easy to set off, so Apollo hurried to find suitable sleep wear and return. Apollo threw one towel over the toilet lid and put another on the counter beside the sink.

“Do you think you can stand if I help you?” “Ja. I can do anything if I put my mind to it, Herr Forehead, so jot that down.”

Apollo recognized this as something Klavier would absolutely say in a flirty tone with a wink but was currently stating so matter-of-factly he began psycho-analyzing the guy. No time for that, Justice! Your sopping wet boyfriend needs a towel and at least eight hours of sleep, stat. He squatted down, figuring Klavier would need more support than he let on.

“Are you ready?” “I was born ready.” “For this exact situation?” Apollo couldn’t help himself. “Ja. Oma predicted it, she told me. She said, ‘Klavier, one day you will face great challenges and you will overcome them, I am sure.’” “And this is one of the great challenges she was referring to?” “Natürlich.” “Right. On three?” Apollo secured his hands on Klavier’s ribs just below his armpits. Klavier nodded and grabbed Apollo’s shoulders while bracing his legs. “Ja.” “One, two, three!”

Klavier did get up with little difficulty but was immediately leaning on Apollo.

“Can you step out? One foot at a time.”

Apollo felt Klavier nod and then watched as one foot then the other set down on the mat.

“There you are,” Apollo’s voice was soft as he checked his boyfriend’s face for discomfort. “Let’s sit you down and I can dry you off.” “Danke, Häschen. It is chilly out here.” “Let’s fix you up quick then, yeah?” Apollo lowered him onto the preplaced towel over the toilet and grabbed the one he had left nearby. “How are you doing?” “Sehr gut. Mein freund is looking after me so well everyone else should be jealous.” “I think I’m the one they’re jealous of, Klav.” “Was zur Hölle? That’s ridiculous.”

Apollo knew that one. Klavier didn’t swear often, he was rarely upset enough to ‘warrant’ it as he claimed, but ‘what the hell’ had come up in a couple of the most convoluted investigations. Apollo tried and failed to suppress the laughter sparked by his incredulous rock star boyfriend, that the general populace might think being with a rock star was cooler than being with some guy who talked loud, but they’d had that argument before resulting in no clear winner, despite Apollo feeling the answer was obvious. He supposed Klavier must feel the same in reverse. What a guy.

“Why are you laughing?” “You’re cute.” “Ach!” He blushed and tried to cover his face with his hands, failing miserably because of the positions of both Apollo and the towel. “N-nein! You’re cute.” Apollo grinned at him, he must have looked like a lovesick fool. “We can both be cute, Klav.” “... I suppose.” “Let’s get you dressed, then we can cuddle?” “Ja, let’s do that.”

Apollo helped Klavier step into his pants and then pulled the shirt over his head. Once Klavier got his arms through, Apollo led him back to bed and helped him up. He slipped in on the other side and pulled the blankets up.

“Are you ready to go back to sleep or do you need a little bit first?” “Um, actually, could I make a request?” “You can make any request you want, I’ll let you know if I can fulfill it.” Klavier huffed at his boyfriend’s antics. “Can you read this to me?” He reached to the bottom shelf of the nightstand, nearly falling out of bed, and produced a small book with a picture of a dragon on the front. Apollo took the book and flipped through it. “... It’s in German.” “Ja.” “I can’t read German.” Klavier pouted, tearing up a bit. “Um, but, I’m sure I can find a translation!” Klavier brightened up immediately. “Ok, uh, ‘Sagen aus Kärnten’?”

Choosing to ignore the giggles signalling his botched pronunciation, Apollo pulled out his phone and found Project Gutenberg had all of the stories collected and ran the page through a translator. It wasn’t ‘fantastich’ but it was better than nothing.

Klavier leaned against him so Apollo put his arm around him and ran his fingers through long blonde hair. It was only a few stories before Klavier was completely out, probably helped by the medicine. Apollo laid him down and got everything situated before turning out the light. There would be less risk of getting himself sick if he slept in another room, but he wanted to be there if Klavier woke up again and needed something. He put on a later alarm than usual so that he’d be able to call the both of them out of work in the morning.

All too soon, the alarm sounded. He quickly shut it off and checked to see if it had woken Klavier. Evidently he need not have worried considering the snores that were still coming from the other side of the bed. He sent a quick text to the WAA group chat then started mentally prepping himself for the call to the prosecutor’s office. Oh how he wished to do his morning vocal exercise, but that would definitely wake Klavier up. He’d make do, after all, he’d heard all sorts of goofy things about Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth from Mr. Wright. He wasn’t that scary. He had gone to the man’s birthday party and it was Steel Samurai themed! Ok, he could do this.

“Prosecutor’s Office, Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth speaking.” “Uh, hello Mr. Edgeworth, sir. This is Apollo Justice. I’m calling because Klavier Gavin is too sick to come in today.” “Hello, Mr. Justice. I’m sorry to hear that. Will he need tomorrow off as well?” “I’m not sure. If he has anything to say about it, he’ll be there, but he’s had a fever all night so I’m not sure he’ll be well enough.” “I see…” Apollo could hear rustling papers on the other end of the line. “It appears he has no court appearances, so please tell Prosecutor Gavin he has the rest of the week off and that if he shows up despite this I will suspend him.” “O-ok?” That was a bit much? Maybe? Apollo wasn’t going to argue. “And Mr. Justice?” “Yes?” “Please take care of him.” “Uh, yes sir!” “If that’s all I have my work to get back to.” “Of course! Yes. That’s all.” “Have a good day, Mr. Justice.” “Uh, yeah. You as well.”

The line went dead. He did it! Yes! Take that, universe! He was Apollo Justice and he was fine! But now what? He could probably do some of his work from home until Klav woke up. Yeah, that would do.

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When Klavier woke, he could hear tapping. What was that? It sounded very familiar. He tried to turn and look but his limbs felt far too heavy.

“You up?”

He heard someone next to him speak but he could only grunt in return. His vision was still extra blurry from sleep on top of the regular blurry from lack of glasses or contacts. There was a hand next to him which he took a moment to identify as his own. He felt like he was waking up far slower than usual.

“Pollo?” “Right here.”

Klavier was starting to be able to focus. The tapping sound must have been the keyboard on Apollo’s laptop. The sun was coming through one of the windows at an angle he recognized from the weekend when he was able to laze about longer. But wait, wasn’t it Wednesday?

Apollo waited for Klavier to say something else, but instead watched the other man throw himself into a sitting position and look awfully green as a result.

“Woah, hey there. Slow down, you’ll make yourself sick again.” “Wha- I’m late!” “I already called you out of work for today.” “What?! Why?” “Do you remember what happened last night? Well kind of this morning. It was 3 AM.” “Huh?”

Klavier did his best to remember. He remembered feeling really bad, there was a bath, and then he fell asleep to something familiar. The more he thought, the more pieces filled in.

“Ach, es tut mir leid.” “It’s ok, really. You can’t control when you get sick and I like taking care of you.” “But you’re missing work as well.” “I can do my work from here. Mr. Wright will just have to have Athena clean the toilet today.” “Are you sure?” “Positive.” Apollo leaned up to place a kiss on Klavier’s forehead. “You’re a bit warm again. Are you up to eating anything? I can make you eggs and toast.” “Ja, I could eat that.” “Ok, you stay here. It’ll only take a couple minutes.” “Ok.”

Klavier relaxed himself a bit, stacking some pillows so he could sit up with less effort. He might be sick, but he would hate to sleep the day away. At least he didn’t have court today, he would have felt awful if that got pushed onto someone else. He thought about doing some work from home as well, but there was no way Apollo would allow that. He checked the time. It was only 11:30, so at least he had woken up before noon.

“Hey, Klav.”

Apollo was a vision standing in the doorway with a tray of breakfast and Klavier thought he might die.

“Schatz!” Apollo smiled and brought the tray over. “You might not be so happy with me in a second.” “Was?” “When I called you out I wasn’t sure how you’d be feeling tomorrow so Mr. Edgeworth gave you the rest of the week off.” Klavier frowned. “I can just go in anyway, he won’t mind.” “Actually he said he’d suspend you if you showed up.” “Ach! Verdammt. He really thinks of everything.” “You’re kind of acting like your boss looking out for your health means he’s out to get you.” “What will I do with myself for five whole days until Monday?” Klavier lamented, only narrowly remembering the tray on his lap before he flopped dramatically. Breakfast was thankfully safe. “Well… I’ll be here. He did tell me to take care of you so you know Mr. Wright isn’t going to be allowed to call me in.” “Hmm… I suppose there are worse fates than having to spend five days with my wonderful Häschen.” “Are there better?” Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Make it forever and with ice cream as well.” Apollo laughed. “You’re too much. Eat your breakfast.” Klavier smiled. “Was würde ich ohne dich tun?” “I don’t know what that means.” “Mm. Ich liebe dich.” “Ah, I know that one. I love you, too.”

[apprenticestanheight]

heyheyhey!! someone wish me luck on getting the job I have an interview for tomorrow plsplspls

to convince you to wish me luck I have developed the pros and cons list of what will happen if I do get the job (I am also doing this for myself to really convince myself that I can DO THIS)

pros:

job = money

money = laptop after like two paychecks

laptop after two paychecks = more writing from yours truly (I am typing this while staring at my tv screen bc I use writing as a coping mechanism and located an HDMI cable which is also some of the reason requests have been on the slower end--I have to have my glasses on in order to see on such a big screen. I am typing this sentence while not wearing them to test how bad it is and i have to squint like I'm at the back of the room to see the screen less blurrily)

fixed term contract (seems like a con but stay with me) means I'll only be working like, 10-12 weeks which yeah not so great BUT I get experience and experience means more consistent 9-5 later on, plus if I save money while I work (aside from laptop that is a necessary purchase bc again, if I have to stare at my tv screen for another six months there will be tears and begging while I point desperately at my currently opened commissions) then I can have a bit of a backspace to fall on, yk?? like. if I ever decide I want something when I'm not working or if I need to buy more like?? bodywash?? idk, I don't have to crawl to my dad like "heyheyhey scary 5'8-ish adult man, I will do the dishes, clean the fridge AND the pantry for the low low price of $40 when you also happen to get paid"

will get me out of the house! I am stuck here all except for maybe once or twice in between the pay periods of my parents (they are my rides everywhere and they get paid biweekly so when they go for groceries I'm like HEY LET ME COME I WANNA EXPERIENCE EXTERNAL AIR PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE) and getting to leave the house and work with the people I'll be working with will also significantly reduce my anxiety, which I have to talk to my dr about putting me on meds for bc it has become debilitating.

I ONLY WILL WORK LIKE, 3-4 DAYS A WEEK!! The shifts are SUPER LONG which yeah not great but its a 40 hour week and that money will be good money (which I will put into a savings account that will build interest!!)

MONEYMONEYMONEYHONEYYYYYYY!! It adds up pretty quickly and making a dollar and fifty cents above minimum wage will mean that I'll be getting close to a thousand dollars if they pay me biweekly and close to five hundred if they pay me every week. 500-1000 dollars is a lot of money for a new laptop but also,, also a lot of money for a gym membership plus treats of both the caffeine and the liquor store variety (I will be nineteen in three weeks and feel like weed will be a better experience than alc was. I had fun that night but if I ever cry over not having enough money to order pizza again pls just glare at me)

work experience!! This job is a fixed contract job (I am starting to sound like a broken record with this oops) so it'll be less than half a year but it STILL WORKS!! Plus it'll be a good lesson and help me decide whether or not I want to pursue a career in working in old folks homes and if I can handle doing so for twelve hour days for the rest of my life. It'll be a learning experience that I can add to my resume and help me decide which jobs I'll either look towards or away from once I start looking for a job after the contracts fixed term is completed.

cons bc I am in fact thinking of those

working 3-4 days a week is great, right?? right?? yeah that part is where the goodness of the work schedule will kind of stop off bc yeah, three days on four days off is amazing but I'll be working 7-7. I also unfortunately happen to know myself and I know myself well enough to know that having to go into work at seven in the morning will result in me waking up at half past five in the morning to get ready and drink either an energy drink or three cups of coffee. I also like staying up until midnight so I will be stubbornly running on five hours of sleep lol.

occasionally needing to work weekends isn't that bad but its just--I can be a morning person during the week with an energy drink or three cups of coffee and those things only. On the weekends I sleep in late and I make coffee anyway bc its my routine, but waking up at 5:30 for a weekend shift is going to have me hangry and exhausted by noon.

the only other con that I can think of for this is that the twelve hour shifts could send me into burn out very very quickly. On the one hand I keep telling myself "yeah you'll work 36 hours in three days BUT you'll also have four days to sleep the burn out off and engage in hobbies that make the burn out easier to handle" but on the other I just--I know myself well enough to know that two and a half months of burn out from working twelve hour shifts through to the end of march could have me fully burnt out until the middle of may. I just keep wondering if the fact that I'm gonna be making a dollar fifty above minimum wage for two and a half months is really worth the exhaustion both physically and mentally lol.

[rubyperic-09]

In Love

part 2 of chapter 3 bcs it was too long for Tumblr to upload

“Alright. Come on.” I drag her upstairs and knock on the door of my parents’ bedroom, often left open, but I still decide to knock. I wait for an answer. “Hi mum.” “Hi sweetheart. What’s up?” She asks excitedly, as she turns to face me, “Oh. Hi Lilly. I didn’t know you were coming down. When did you get here?” She stares at me, the same excitement in her voice, not so noticeable on her face anymore. “Ivy. You could at least tell me when your girlfriend is coming over. I would have set up a spare bed in your room if I had known.” She says chuckling. “I didn’t know she was coming, she just showed up. Can she stay?” “Well, I’m not going to make her fly all the way back home. But don’t think that just because she is here you get to skip school.” She stares at me, then she looks at Lilly. Then she looks away. “Mum, can I talk to you for a sec? I’ll be back in a minute.” I say, turning to Lilly. I kiss her on the cheek. “Love you.” “Love you too.” She sits down and leans against the wall outside of my parents’ room.

“Mum, Dad.” I turn to them; they both face me with concerned looks. “Lilly has had a real crap week. Can I please stay home from school today? I don’t really feel comfortable with leaving her at home alone all day. She… you know how much I love her, and I just don’t think it’s safe. I think for her sake, I need to stay with her. We won’t do anything stupid. We will just sit at home on the couch and watch a movie or something. I will finish all my homework before you get home. I promise.” I try not to say anything Lilly wouldn’t want me to say so I change my sentence halfway through. “Alright, fine. But I don’t want you two sneaking off and spending the entire day out at the mall. Unless you need stuff for school. Promise you will text me if you need anything, just be responsible and don’t raid the pantry or fridge while we’re gone. Love you.” My mum says while my dad nods. “Love you too.” I hug them both simultaneously. “Thanks for being so understanding. Also, I’m not trying to pester you but, Henry and Michael need to get to school, so could you tell them they can leave. Thanks, love you.” No, I didn’t wait for a reply before I left, but the answer would’ve been yes, so it didn’t really matter.

Chapter 4:

I walk out to find Lilly sitting in a ball out the front of my parents’ room. Her head resting on her knees, which she had pulled into her chest. Her arms rapped around her legs with her jumper covering her hands. She was crying. I haven’t seen her do this for years. Lilly and I have only been dating for about a year, but we have been friends since we were two years old. I have seen her do this multiple times over the 13 years we have been friends. But I haven’t seen her do it for around 2 years now. There are only some people who know Lilly as well as I do. I think I might know her better than her own parents do at this point. When she is upset, she comes to me not her mother. When she injures herself, she comes to me not her parents. when she gets in a fight at school, she tells me about it and when her parents ask, she lies and makes some stupid excuse. In our early years of high school, she went through a hundred breakups and when she broke up with someone, she would tell me about it not her parents.

Anyway, you get the point. Ever since we were young Lilly has come to me about things not her parents. And when she was figuring out her sexuality, she came to me saying how confused she was and how she had no idea what she was doing. I helped her through that, not her parents. I have always known what to do and been able to help her through things without getting her parents involved. So, when she came to me about her parents, and I couldn’t make it much better for her I felt bad. The person who she comes to when she needs help can’t help her. I feel partly guilty for not being able to help her, but I don’t think the problem is fixable and that is what I have been telling her. Over the years, I have learnt how to make things sound more hopeful than they are. And I think that’s what makes me so believable and trusted by the people around me.

I haven’t been in a situation where I can’t help Lilly before now. I don’t know what to tell or how to say something without sounding sarcastic, so I haven’t said much. But when I came out of my parents’ room to find Lilly siting in a ball crying, I realized that it is not an avoidable conversation. I kneel in front of Lilly. I grab her hands from around her knees and hold them in my own. She looks up at me confused, she looks partially scared. I squeeze her hands and look deep into her eyes. They look like glass. Staring into her eyes, seeing her this upset, it makes me realize something. I don’t know what, but something feels different. I think after two years of hiding who she is from her parents and from the world she has finally come back to being herself in this house. Where she feels safe. I don’t know how she feels safe somewhere she hasn’t even been for an hour, but she does. I think it’s just because there isn’t anyone screaming or arguing with each other. I just sit there staring at her for like two minutes before saying something. “What? ... what’s wrong? I haven’t seen you do this for years. … when you sit here like this, it means your sad about something, but you feel safe enough to express your emotion. So, what’s wrong?”

“I … I … I don’t know.” She says, so quietly I wouldn’t have heard her if I wasn’t only a couple of centimetres away from her face.

I sigh. “Alright, look. I can’t help you if you won’t tell me so … tell me.”

“I just … always feel sad, I’m never motivated to do anything. I never want to get up. I don’t feel safe in my own home anymore, and I miss you. … I need you, Ivy. You’re the only reason I am still here.”

I hug her. “Thank you for telling me. I always miss you even when I know your only a metre away. I’m not sure how to help you right now. But you can stay here if you need. If that is a year than you can stay here for the entire year. However long you need to stay here you can stay here. I don’t know how to give you motivation to get up, but I can pester you to get up if that will help.” She laughs at this.

“I would love for you to pester me to get out of bed.” She says while laughing. I laugh too. “Thank you for saying all that. I honestly needed to hear it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say while pulling her up of the floor. “Come on. We can’t sit here all day. And you need somewhere to sleep.”

“What your bed isn’t free?”

“No, it’s not free. It’s occupied.”

“What!? By whom?”

“By me. obviously.” We both laugh. “Come on, we can set up my old bed on the other side of my room. The same way we had you room set up when I was there.”

“OK. That sounds good.” Neither of us are laughing at this point. We have gone back to being serious. “Thank you.”

“Anything for the love of my life.” I say this all romantically and then burst out laughing.

“I love you too” Lilly says. Also, in a romantically cheesy way. But you can barely tell because she is laughing so much.

These were all written during my heartstopper faze and were probably loosely based of it anyway... gave up on summaries ���

Hope ya enjoyed

[aajjks]

👀🤨

BC!JK

“when you said you were coming over i thought you were joking” you say to jungkook as pulls you into a hug and you happily reciprocate his embrace. you’re happy that you tidied up your apartment before jungkook’s arrival because you sometimes have a bad habit of throwing things around and leaving them there.

“here, i can take your coat” you tell jungkook. it’s his first time at your place and you’re glad he seems to like your small home. your living room is decorated with the bright colors of yellow and turquoise and on your walls are various paintings you’ve painted yourself, motivational words, and a wall dedicated to the letters/pictures your students make for you.

your kitchen is white with granite counters and at some points, mahogany walls. you’ve got the basic essentials like a fridge with a freezer, a pantry for your snacks, and cabinets for your tupperware. the decor for your kitchen is nice too and jungkook can’t help but smile when he sees that your fridge is covered with colorful magnets he’s sure you’ve collected.

it’s nice. all of this is nice until jungkook’s curiosity leads him to the half eaten bouquet of fruit with a card saying: ‘i hope this makes you smile.’

weird, when did you get one of these?

“what are you talking about?” you say as you finish hanging jungkook’s coat up in your closet and return to see him looking at the edible arrangement.

“oh, this? i’m sorry i didn’t thank you” you pout as you stand by jungkook’s side with a shy smile on your freckled face “this was so sweet, jungkook. i love it. it was delicious too”

but for some reason, you’re beginning to believe jungkook didn’t buy the arrangement for you. he looks too clueless about it.

“you-you didn’t buy this did you?” your smile slowly fades and you both are left wondering who bought you the bouquet.

“maybe it was someone else’s” you deflect “the card didn’t even come with a name on it, see?”

you show jungkook the card.

no initials. no name.

it simply says ‘i hope this makes you smile.’

you thought it came from jungkook because you weren’t in the best mood since that conversation. unless someone was watching you.

This is definitely not making him smile and Jungkook crinkles his eyes to read the text again, he notices something, something about the handwriting is awfully familiar

“I brought something for you actually, it’s on your couch I brought some sweet treats for us to enjoy together, and I know how much you love sweets.” You must be disappointed because he didn’t send this, so who was romantic enough to send you this fruit bouquet?

Was it your ex? But the handwriting is so similar and he has definitely seen it before it can’t be eunwoo’s, because you would’ve recognized it.

Even the paper is blank with no watermark.. jungkook is thinking hard, and then it all clicks. “Ahhh yn… I know who sent this… this handwriting belongs to my dear dad.”

The cursive letters, the black ink. It’s familiar. And the funny part is it’s written in English.

“Y-Yn my dad sent you this… fuck.. what does he want? I’m going to tell my mother about this.” it is so obvious that he has other intentions with you because he’s never sweet enough to send someone a gift without having something to take but what could he possibly want from you?

That is a scary thought and he’s already starting to get angry, don’t think that he hasn’t been noticing the way his dad is literally so interested in you and what you do and how you do everything.

He has even asked him about your relationship status, but obviously jungkook lied because you are not ready to let people know that you’re dating right now.

He invited you to the dinner, and before that he went to your Academy, where you are a teacher. Something is really wrong.

It couldn’t possibly be doing all of this because he wants you to date his son, frankly his father couldn’t care less about his dating life.

“Yn… haha I am starting to get really angry now.” Jungkook turns to look at you. His jaw is clenched and he’s biting his lower lip.

“ never mind I gotta go. I gotta go to my parents…. Enjoy your treats..” he says… his father… what does he want?

Jungkook will get to know tonight.

[flockofdoves]

on top of literally not washing any dishes for a month now and our whole apartment beyond me and my gfs room smelling so bad all the time bc of stuff like that and taking a bunch of our dishes just getting more and more evidence by the day of me and my gfs roommate regularly eating w/e she wants from our food. like i'm not opposed to food sharing if we had established a thing of splitting grocery bills (and im not a cop about like. 'oh no i just ran out of this thing but my roommate has a lot still can i take some w/o reimbursing' im happy to do that) and i do enjoy offering food if shes around and i've cooked dinner and theres extra and i think meal sharing in general is nice. but weve already established that we each have our separate food and aren't splitting bills or anything so regularly going to get something that i Know i should have in the fridge or pantry (literally we don't even share a pantry she has all the cabinets from when we moved in so we bought our own stand alone pantry furniture) and then not having it be there is making me go fucking insane

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Warm

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: This one’s a little spicy, there’s some implied smut and nudity + kissy kissy (it’s really nothing major tho). Fem!reader (only bc he refers to you as his wife). Hmm, bit of hurt/comfort? Just a bunch of fluffy flirting with dashes of angst and spice (okay maybe a lot of angst)

Author’s Note:

Hello! Here’s the long-ass Kiri fic I’ve been working on! This is actually just loosely based on the request—I really took it and ran I guess 😅. I kept changing my mind with what I wanted to happen until I eventually wound up with this!

Ignore how it’s basically Bath Bomb but with Kirishima

Anyway I hope y’all like it!

-Sugar

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Your consciousness bloomed back into being at the sensation of lips trailing kisses down your shoulders. Daylight pierced into your cracked lids, faintly illuminating your bedroom with the caress of a new sun.

A body pressed up against yours, his broad chest and shoulders wide enough to support the width of your own back. His mouth languidly worked its way over your bare skin; from your back, to your neck, over your shoulder. He moved as if he had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to spend it all on you.

You hummed and shifted, signaling your newly awakened state. A thick forearm you weren’t previously aware of tightened its grip around your waist, his palm gliding over your stomach and up to your chest. It moved up and down, before finally stopping to give you a gentle squeeze.

“Morning, Eijirou,” you said, a laugh already in your sleep-worn voice.

“Hey, Princess.” His chin slotted in the juncture of your shoulder and neck, his cheek pressing against yours. “Sleep well?” His own voice was so low and quiet and deep in the mornings, making your nerves fire in an odd excitement within you.

“Of course I did,” you smirked, ignoring the stirring in your chest. “I’ve got you.”

He chuckled, and finally a small shiver shot through your body at the sound. “Glad the feeling’s mutual.”

You ducked out from under his chin, turning to your other side in order to face him. His chest pressed against yours as you hugged him back, and you couldn’t help but notice how warm it was under the covers like this. Finally you met his eyes, (E/C) meeting glittering vermillion in the morning sun for a long moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “I swear, I married an angel.”

Your heart sped from its steady beat, heat climbing the back of your neck. “Eiji!” you mumbled, flustered, hiding your face between his pecs.

He chuckled again, and at this point, you swore he was doing it on purpose. “It’s true. Gorgeous, perfect—what more could I have asked for?”

You smiled against his skin, and you felt his warm hand gently begin to stroke up and down your back. You cuddled in silence for a minute, growing lost in the touch of the other.

“This is nice,” he sighed, drawing you impossibly closer. “I finally get to spend my whole day with you.”

You lifted your head again to look into his face, smirking. “Is your plan to spend it all in bed?”

He shrugged. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing. Think about it—here, finally alone with me, all warm and snuggly? No stress, no responsibilities, just . . . me. And you. It’s been too long since we’ve had something like that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, perhaps too readily. Eijirou’s face fell. “Hey,” you crooned, taking his cheek in your palm. “I understand you’re busy. You’re out there being the best hero ever. Do you know how proud I am of you? My Red Riot, saving the day out there. It’s worth the wait.”

His ruby eyes glimmered as they affectionately bored into yours, leaning into your touch. “I still feel bad I can’t be here for you like this every day.”

“But then it wouldn’t be as special.” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone, finally pulling him into a kiss. It started out soft, but Eijirou was quick to escalate the gesture. He devoured your lips enthusiastically, just like he always did, licking and nibbling at the skin.

Warm, you couldn’t help but think, as your heart pounded and blood rushed towards your face. Warm as his fingers laced with yours on his cheek, warm as your skin touched without a centimeter separating you.

Kisses with Eijirou were addictive, and once you started, you could scarcely bring yourself to stop. With every push and pull of your lips, it was as if pure joy had flooded your veins. Even after all these years of being together, you basked in the truth that he could still make you feel this way.

His lips pecked the corner of your mouth, then moved down, down to your jaw, then your neck.

“Eiji,” you breathed, a smile tugging your lips up.

He met your eyes again, removing his tongue and teeth just enough to innocently question, “What?”

“I—weren’t we—it really is—” you began, but your brain was already distracted, focusing on the way he sucked and nipped at your skin, moving ever lower.

“Are you actually going to stop me?” he asked, kissing your collarbone.

You gulped. “No.”

It was a few more hours until you got out of bed.

…

“Eiji.”

You spoke his name and tapped him on one shoulder blade, muscled and kissed by the sun. He grumbled, asleep once more, nuzzling closer into your bosom.

“Eijirou, it’s noon,” you said, glancing at your bedside alarm clock and shaking him again.

“So?” he mumbled against your skin.

“So I’m hungry,” you pretended to whine. “Let’s make breakfast. Or lunch. Brunch, yeah.”

He sighed, dramatic, hugging you tight. “But I don’t want to get up.”

“I’ll make us pancakes,” you offered, threading your hands through his soft red hair.

He didn’t move.

“—with extra bacon and sausage,” you added.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours as his chin settled on your chest. “Okay, I’m listening.”

You chuckled, ruffling his bangs and poking at his nose. “Come on, you have to get off of me. We can cuddle again later.”

Eijirou finally straightened, letting you slide out from under him. You both stretched and moved towards your dresser; Kirishima choosing a pair of gray sweatpants while you opted for one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

Eijirou trailed after you to the kitchen, leaning against the counter while you rummaged through the fridge for a few ingredients. Within minutes, you had the batter mixed, and you poured it into the hot pan with a satisfying sizzle. Your husband watched with interest from behind, chin perched on your shoulder and arms resting around your waist.

“That one looks nice,” he’d comment every now and then. “Good job, babe.”

His hands stayed ever-present on your body, mostly resting on your shoulders or hips as you finished making breakfast. You ate with him, making light conversation as you plowed through the stack of pancakes and meat.

When you were done, you spent some time catching up around the house. Eijirou helped you wash the dishes and fold and put away the laundry. He insisted on doing it all by your side, happy to chat while you shared effort on the chores.

“How do you keep up with all this?” he asked, setting one of his t-shirts on the bed, freshly folded. “With your job and everything, it’s amazing that you still do so much.”

You shrugged. “I manage. It’s not so bad. And don’t completely discredit yourself, you still help when you can.”

“Well, of course I do,” he said, carrying a pile of clothes to the dresser. “You shouldn’t have to take care of everything by yourself.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “but you have other things to do that’s more important than dusting behind the TV.”

He came back to your side again, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you in so he could kiss your temple. “I’m just thankful you’re here to keep up with the house.”

“And I’m thankful you’re here to spend time with me today.” You popped up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, taking the now-empty laundry basket back to the laundry room.

“Would you like to watch a movie together?” you asked when you were back in the doorway. “The evening is young. We can make a snack and go back to cuddling on the couch. How does that sound, huh?” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows, trying to sound convincing.

“Sounds perfect to me, babe,” Eijirou said, striding up to where you leaned against the doorframe. “But I think the only snack here is you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ei-JI—AAA!”

He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grinning his shark-toothed smile as you laughed.

“I meant popcorn!” you said, pretending to struggle.

Kirishima landed a gentle smack to your behind and made a little pop noise with his mouth.

“Ugh,” you said, going limp.

“Shall we continue to the living room, my lady?” he asked.

“Fine. But I don’t think ladies are supposed to be carried like a sack of potatoes.”

He chuckled, already making his way down the hall. “You’re the finest sack of potatoes I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey!” You landed the softest of punches against his back, still lighthearted in the situation.

He set you down once you were back in the kitchen, going to the pantry to grab a bag of popcorn. You sat on the counter to watch him put it in the microwave.

“I’m always scared I’m going to burn these,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly as he tried to decide on a time to put in.

“I do it for a minute and fifty seconds,” you said, childishly swinging your legs.

He inputted the time as you said, the microwave humming to life as the turntable began to spin. Eijirou turned to you again, moving so he was between your legs. “Now, about my snack.”

You snorted, giggling until he cupped your cheek in his hand. He slotted his lips against yours, pulling your body flush into his. Your hands wandered over his bare skin, tracing the blade of his shoulder before gliding up into his hair. You let your fingers lace through the vibrant red strands, anchoring yourself and pulling him in further. Your legs even went as far as wrapping themselves around his waist, your feet meeting at the small of his back.

Eijirou hummed into your mouth, happy to savor you, glad he was there to hold you. The microwave beeped that it was done and you felt his attention shift momentarily, but soon he was back to cherishing you, getting lost in your taste and your touch. How could he care about anything other than you right now? You were his everything, his world, his reason to be. He kissed you harder, not caring that he was running out of breath. He just wanted more of you, wishing he never had to stop. His hand traced over your thigh, longing for you to somehow be even closer.

The microwave beeped again, impatient that it hadn’t been opened.

“Are you going to get that?” you asked, pulling back.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, but he still insisted on giving you a few more chaste pecks before he moved.

You released him and hopped down, wandering into the living room with your husband right behind you, newly equipped with a steaming bag of popcorn.

“What should we watch?” you mused. “Ooh, how about Star Wars? It’s been a while and I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“Okay,” he said, settling next to you on the couch. It was a good idea. You were right about him liking it, but he’d also seen it enough times that he could place all his focus on you. There was no way he was going to let your little make out session go interrupted like that.

“Why don’t you go turn out the light?” you asked, already turning on the TV.

Eijirou stood, walking up to the switch on the wall. It was then that he felt his phone begin to vibrate in his pocket. He flicked the lights off as he fished out the device. He figured it was junk, but then he saw it was his work contact. His heart began to sink.

“Who’s that?” you asked, apprehensive when you saw the expression that had already come onto his face.

“The agency,” he said, voice low and small.

He wanted to think they were just calling because he’d left something in his office. Or maybe it was a mistake and they hadn’t meant to call him at all. But they wouldn’t contact him on his day off like this if it wasn’t an emergency. Kirishima wasn’t so naïve that he’d think otherwise.

What if he just didn’t answer? What if he ignored it and went back to you? You were the one he wanted to spend time with. This was his evening off—your evening to be together.

But he had a job. He had a responsibility. An innocent person’s life could be at risk. What kind of person—what man, what hero—would he be if he selfishly ignored it? His passion demanded sacrifice, and that was just something he had to live with. He only wished that you weren’t the one who always had to get hurt.

He never knew his thumb to feel so heavy as he pressed receive.

You watched him put the phone to his ear, watched his face fall further as it seemed your collective suspicions were confirmed. He shot you an apologetic glance before he briskly strode off in the direction of your bedroom, still listening to what his secretary was saying on the other end.

You looked back to the TV, the ‘st’ still present in the search field from when you’d typed it in only moments before. Sighing, you turned off the screen, sitting back into the couch.

Maybe he wouldn’t be gone long, you thought, chewing on your lip. Maybe you’d still have time to be together when he got home.

But you knew that it was little more than a lie to yourself. You knew he never came back soon.

The front door slammed shut somewhere else in the house, and you were alone again. You lifted your left hand, examining the glittering rubied ring that rested on your finger. The ring that claimed you as his. The ring that had made you a Kirishima.

You twisted it absentmindedly, appreciating the sensation of friction against your skin. You’d known what you were getting into when you’d accepted the ring. You’d known as soon as he’d gotten down on one knee nearly two years ago. Being wed to a hero wouldn’t be easy. Not only were you in danger just being involved with him, you were also going to be alone a lot.

And even still, you’d accepted. You always cherished every moment you were able to have with him. Every cheesy, teasing joke, every kiss, every time he’d come home to you exhausted and tired and dirty—you still loved it. Because you couldn’t even imagine spending your life with another. Maybe in some other reality, you’d find someone who loved you as much, but here, you wanted Eijirou. No matter what it took, you’d be the one waiting for him to come home. It was your shoulder he’d cry on, your chest he’d fall asleep in, your lips that were there for him to claim. And nothing would change that.

You knew how guilty Kirishima felt about leaving you. He didn’t like that he’d essentially forced you into being his housewife, even though you still had a day job of your own and didn’t really mind.

Being a hero is what he wanted to do his whole life. You saw how passionate he was about his job, all the wide, toothy smiles he’d display to the live TV cameras when he’d win another battle. His job was something he loved, and you wouldn’t dream of getting in the way of it. It wasn’t perfect, nor was heroing as glamorous as some made it out to be. But this was his dream, and you would continue to be his number one fan no matter the circumstances. If only it didn’t have to take him away so much . . . .

You munched on a handful of cooling popcorn—not burnt—wondering what you should do with the rest of your night off. You certainly couldn’t spend it sitting by yourself in the dark.

You stood, stretching. This was nothing new for you, you could be independent. But a part of you couldn’t help but selfishly wish it didn’t have to be this way.

…

Kirishima fumbled to put the key in the lock on your door. He’d done his work for the day, he’d won. But had he really?

God only knew what time it was. The house was dark when he opened the door, stepping in and taking off his boots. He knew the drill by now, setting his duffel bag down to rest in the genkan before trudging through the shadowy rooms of his home. Could he even call it his home? Sometimes he wondered if he was still able to say he lived here.

The bedroom door was cracked open. Eijirou peeked in to see your shadowy form asleep, alone on the large mattress in the masses of blankets. He sighed and toed his way into the guest bathroom where he knew he was less likely to disturb you, cringing when he flicked on the bright light.

He caught a look at himself in the mirror as he stripped off the hoodie he wore to and from work. His hair was a tangled mess, sweat and grime still smeared on his skin. The shower sputtered to life, the din of water droplets hitting tile filling his ears. It was almost comforting; letting his thoughts drown to a low, unpleasant hum beneath the sound.

Water rolled over his skin, washing away what should have been his victory. No one’s life had really been in danger today, but he’d still stopped a villain from potentially destroying someone’s business. Why wasn’t he as happy as he should be?

Kirishima wearily went through the motions of taking a shower. He just wanted to fall into your arms and sleep, but first, maybe he should apologize for ruining your evening together. Had he even said goodbye to you as he rushed out the door?

At least he smelled considerably better when he stepped into the bedroom, changed only into a pair of loose basketball shorts. He walked up to your slumbering form, wondering if you’d wake up if he were to try and take you in his arms.

Eijirou already felt like he was in heaven as soon as he felt the soft mattress under his body. He practically melted under the already warmed blankets, the lids of his eyes suddenly feeling like lead weights when his head met his pillow. His arm draped over your side out of habit, pulling you closer into his chest before he even realized what he was doing. You began to stir, and Kirishima frowned. He hadn’t really wanted to wake you.

“Eiji?” you mumbled, still half asleep.

“It’s me,” he whispered in your ear. “I’m home now.”

You ran your hand over your face. “Did you eat? What time is it?”

“Shh, go back to sleep, honey, don’t worry about me.” Eijirou placed a soft kiss on the skin of your neck, rubbing circles on your midsection in an effort to soothe you back to rest.

“But I do worry about you,” you protested, voice still hushed. “I’m your wife.”

He sighed in defeat. “Alright, I haven’t eaten anything,” he confessed, “but I’ll make sure to get breakfast in the morning. I’m too tired right now, I just need to hold you and sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, already moving to stand. “It’s not good for you to not eat like this. I’ll get up and reheat something for you—”

“I’m fine. Really, please.” He held you down and nuzzled into your neck, not caring about the way your hair tickled his nose with every breath.

You took his hand, lacing his thick fingers with your own. “Did everything go okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “They just needed some emergency backup. I’m sorry I ruined movie night.”

“Oh, honey, it isn’t your fault.”

Eijirou sighed again. “I know.”

“I’m not upset with you.”

“You never are,” he mumbled, and there was a strange bitterness to it that made you frown.

“Well, it’s a part of your job—”

“Why can’t you just be angry with me?” he interjected. “Why don’t you hate me for having a job that always takes me away from you?”

You froze at his outburst, shocked. “Eijirou—?”

“I—I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, instantly regretting the way he’d spoken to you. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, baby.” You turned onto your back, shuffling so Kirishima could lay his head on your chest. “There’s something going on. Please talk to me.”

He nuzzled closer into you again, holding you in his arms as your fingers began to twirl around his hair. “I just wish I didn’t have to leave you so much,” he admitted softly. “I want to be here for you.”

“But you love your job, right?”

“Of course I do.” He looked up at you so his chin rested in the valley of your chest. “But I love you more. And I feel like I don’t show that to you enough.”

You brushed his bangs out of his face, your hand moving down so your thumb could stroke his cheek. “Eiji, I know you love me.”

“Yeah . . . ,” he trailed off. “But I want to show you. Every day, like I did when we were younger. I don’t feel like it’s manly for me to leave you here by yourself all these nights, and come home late, and not be around. You deserve better than that. I want to contribute more. I want to be here for you. What if—what if something happened to you and I couldn’t protect you?” His voice seemed to break at the thought, his arms wrapped around you squeezing you even tighter.

You hummed, taking in his laments, fingers still carding through his long red hair. “I know you’re under a lot of pressure right now,” you murmured, hoping to soothe him with your actions, “but you should know by now that I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

He nodded against your hand, but his shadowed face still looked glum.

“And yes, I miss you and I wish we had more time for each other, but I’m sure that someday it’ll change. Your job is tough right now, Ei, but this is your dream. Every day, you’re doing amazing things and I couldn’t be more proud of you. This is what you want to do in life, right?”

He nodded again. “Of course.”

“Then I’m going to support you. If this is what comes with being a hero, then we’ll just have to . . . adapt. Take things as they come, you know? You’ve got a lot on your plate and I want to help you. I know you doubt yourself sometimes and it only gets worse when you’re tired like this.”

“Mhm,” he agreed, voice a little airy and distant. He took your hand in his and began to press slow kisses to your palms and knuckles. You could see the shine of his eyes becoming more obscured by the droop of his lids.

“Maybe you can try to get a week off next time?” you suggested. “And maybe tell Bakugou to hire better back up so you won’t have to get called in like that.”

“A whole week with you,” he mused, sighing. “I’d get spoiled at that rate.”

You bent forward to kiss his forehead, smirking. “It’s nothing you don’t deserve. Either way, we’ll talk about this later, sleepyhead. You still have to go in tomorrow. Maybe it was a good thing we slept in today.”

He chuckled, turning the both of you on your sides and sliding up so he could have better access to kiss all over your face. You couldn’t help but smile at his gentle, languid movements; still determined to display his love for you even half-asleep.

“This is my favorite part of the day,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your cheek. “Coming home to you. I just feel so . . . comfortable around you.”

“You should,” you said, poking the tip of his nose. “I’m your wife.”

“Yeah. But you’re also like, warm and stuff.”

Was he even still conscious at this point?

“Goodnight, Red.”

“Goodnight, my little lovebug.”

And so you began to drift off with him. You had to admit, it had been cold and lonely sleeping without him. But now his presence overwhelmed you in all the right ways, from his fresh-out-of-the-shower scent to the feeling of his arms caging you in against his chest.��You felt comfortable, yes, but also warm. 

So warm.

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[satsuma-saturn]

Hey how are you?

Can you please write a hc where the brothers have a huge fight one day and when they go to see how mc are before hear and see everything, they're surprised bc mc doesn't seem to be affected by that, and when one of the brothers ask why they aren't scary they are just "believe me or not, I've seen way worse back in my house" and then the boys just try to fight less bc they want mc to have a good experience with the concept of family, since they don't have this

(I'm really sorry if it don't make sense)

A/N: As someone who gets triggered around yelling and fighting, this was therapeutic to write. I just imagined MC growing up with their parents screaming at each other daily and just fighting, which is low-key what I grew up with. Sorry if they seem a little too similar or if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, I’ve just been sitting on this for way too long. ALSO I didn’t include Mammon, Asmo, and Beel b/c I couldn't think of a situation with them fighting anyone else, so that’s why they don’t exist in this HC. Not that they aren’t capable, I’m just having a small brain moment. I’m just not entirely happy, but I have rly bad writer’s block and need to post it. Anyway, enjoy!

Warning(s): fighting (arguing), screaming/yelling

The Brothers’ Reactions to MC not Being Affected by Their Fighting (Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Belphegor)

Lucifer

It wasn’t unusual for him to have some sort of spat with one of his younger bothers, sorry, brothers

More often than not, it was Satan or Belphie, since they seemed to have some vendetta against him

Or he was simply yelling at Mammon about some overdue, unpaid bills

Maybe even Asmo, for bringing uninvited guests into the House of Lamentation

Yet, the fight earlier in the day was worse than usual

There was a screaming match between all of the brothers over something trivial

Afterwards, the eldest had wandered the house, in search of you

Upon finding you, he was surprised to see that the fight had not terribly affected you

When questioned, you reveal to him that it isn’t an unusual thing for you to hear, especially

He frowns at this new information, perturbed that you’ve had to listen to this at home

So, he makes an effort not to scream at his brothers so much, especially while you’re around

His pride would never allow you to know how that affects him, though

Leviathan

It was definitely Mammon

Once again, Mammon had taken money from his younger, otaku brother, and Leviathan isn’t having it

Now, the three of you are in the sitting room, with Levi unleashing his anger upon Mammon, who is at your side

You sat there, listening to it all

Mammon was defending himself, meanwhile, Levi was trying to get his money back from the elder brother so that he would be able to buy some limited edition Ruri-chan figure

After dinner, you were in your room, working on homework that you had been procrastinating on for too long, as you didn’t want to do it

Your DDD buzzed and lit up, indicating a message

It was from Levi

He was asking you to come to his room

Putting aside the unwanted homework, you immediately decided to head over to the otaku’s room

As usual, it was dark, and Levi sat on the floor, controller in hand

When you approached him, he silently handed a controller to you, without even as much as a glance in your direction

You thanked him, for both the controller and the silent apology, even if the fight had not affected you much

Satan

Once again, Beelzebub had eaten the brothers out of house and home

Satan was getting sick and tired of it

Every time it was his turn to cook, he’d check the pantry and fridge, only to discover that everything was gone

There was literally no one else it would be, other than Beel

Now, he’d have to go to the store before dinner, or there would be nothing to eat

No matter how many times he told his younger brother to stop eating everything, he still did it anyway

He was starting to get heated, not wanting to spend his hard earned money on food that they’d have, had it not been for his glutton of a brother

That’s it.

Stomping up the stairs and down the hall, he kicked open the door of the twins’ bedroom, to you sitting on Belphie’s bed, chatting with the twins

Your mouth opened in shock at the ruined state of the door, but he paid no mind

Instead, he stood in the doorway, unleashing his wrath on Beel

Belphie clapped his hands over your ears, but you could still hear the fourth oldest, loud and clear

After his tirade, his emerald eyes swung to you, Belphie’s icy hands still over your ears

He said something to you, but you couldn’t hear him

With a visible sigh, he disappeared from the doorway, leaving the three of you in a stunned silence

Later, you were in your room, when your door creaked open

It was Satan, coming in to apologize for his earlier outburst

You told him not to worry about it, since you were used to it

He simply stood and stared at you, unsure of how to apologize or even react

Of course, he felt awful about it

But later on, you found a new book in your bookbag, with a written apology inside the front cover

Belphegor

It does not take much for this demon to get pissed off and want to fight someone

If anything, he would most likely be fighting Lucifer, given how much they’re at each other’s throats

Lucifer was pissed that Belphie was caught skipping class yet again

So, you sat, listening to Lucifer lecture the sleepy demon, though he was relatively calm, for his temperament

Belphie wasn’t having it, though

Instead, he starts arguing back, eventually escalating the situation to an all out fight

Even though you were meant to be studying with him, there was no way you could be in that situation anymore

Though you were used to it, you didn’t feel the need to sit there and listen to the yelling

Later on, you located Belphie in the planetarium

He had been napping, but woke up as soon as you stepped in, which was highly unusual for the Avatar of Sloth

You sat next to him, and he pulled on you, wrapping his arms around you

He nuzzled into your neck, whispering a quiet “sorry”

Though he didn’t say anything else, you knew what he was apologizing for

Before you could even reply, he was already asleep

“It’s okay, I’m used to it…”

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (4)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: a curse word if you squint, sassy Draco

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: a day late bc i got distracted watching game of thrones lmao i have adhd so i honestly should've known better than to have something so attention demanding in front of me :P

(gif cred)

Three more days.

Three more days until your brother and his girlfriend come to your Buffalo suburban home to spend Thanksgiving. You came home from work on a better day than the ones from the week before, only to walk inside and was almost convinced you entered the wrong house.

Your mother took the liberty of decorating your house while you were gone. The place looked like an IKEA catalogue. Green and cream colored throw pillows were on your black leather couch, your small dining table had a fall-themed centerpiece and a blood orange table cloth. New dining chairs, all of them matched, unlike the mismatched ones you had before. And that god-forsaken ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ wooden sign hung in your kitchen. That damn thing is leaving first thing in the morning.

“Ma, what the hell did you do to my house?” The more you looked, you groaned at what you saw. Your grandmother’s tapestry was no longer hanging at its original place, now hung hidden behind the tv. “Oh, don’t give me any grief about it. Y/B/N is coming and I don’t want the place looking like the Spirit store.”

You knew you couldn't really fight her on this. It would be more frustrating to have to argue and still not be able to put everything back to how it was until she left. Taking a deep breath, you walked yourself to your room to get changed into comfortable clothes and light some sage for your nerves.

Three more days.

—

One more week.

In a week's time, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were to come to New York to spend the month of December with Draco and to say he was excited was an understatement.

He was excited, nervous, and many other feelings that he was too stressed to name. The guest room was prepared for the two of them to share, all he had to do was figure out what to do with them while they were here. He had taken a week off and had no idea what to do. He still hadn’t gone around the city he lived in. He could always ask his friends at Saint Marie but for some reason, he was too shy to.

He could always ask Mrs. Charles for recommendations on what to do. She was a sweet muggle neighbor that he came to like as well as her husband. He could also ask you, but it’s been over a week since he spoke to you in your yards. From glimpses into your window, you seemed so exhausted. Not that he really cared, but he remembered that you would try to get along better and so far, all he’s done was give a nod towards your direction when he walked into his home as you were leaving yours.

His bedroom blinds were always closed now because he knew that if he were to see you doing your… whatever you do in your room just once, he’d change his mind about the whole thing. It still bothered him, but not as bad as it did when he first saw it.

Draco’s stomach growled as he sat on his couch, bringing him out of his thoughts and walked over to the kitchen. To his despair, his pantry, cabinets, and fridge were all empty. Guess I’ll have to grab something. He pondered on what he was in the mood for as he ran out the door. Draco figured he'd just figure it out as he drove around the streets downtown.

Since moving to America, he found so many new cuisines than he had ever imagined. He usually always ate at home, and if his family ever ate outside of home they usually went to the finest restaurants in France. Of course, they were all wizard-owned restaurants. But in New York, he’s been introduced to new things. For one, he had his first ever hamburger with Blaine. Ashley took him to a Chinese restaurant, and Ian bought Draco a traditional New York pizza.

Yes, all these things existed in London. Maybe not so much New York-style pizza, but there was pizza. Draco, however, never had the opportunity to try any of these foods. Lucius was extremely strict about eating out. It was never necessary considering he could afford the best quality foods to be made at home. When they did eat at restaurants in France, it was only because a higher official at the Ministry had invited them for a night out.

Around the streets, the bright lights of buildings and restaurants lit the streets as he drove around them. Draco turned into a street he hadn’t been into yet in hopes to find something else he could find to try. There were a couple places he hadn’t been into; a Greek restaurant, a Brazillian one, and a couple shops. There was one shop close to the end of the street. It was sandwiched between two boutiques and had a neon green and purple sign in the front. Soul Beads. In front of the building was a man with a weird sign in one hand and an even weirder thing that seemed to have made his voice louder in the other. Draco couldn’t make of the rubbish he was yelling into the thing from inside his car.

Draco pulled to the curb to walk around the street and check out the restaurants. A bell jingle caught his attention, turning around to see one person he didn’t really expect to see here. “Draco?” your face showed the same expression as his. He watched as you closed the door to Soul Beads and walked up to him. The weird man that stood in front of the store yelled out, “DON’T TALK TO HER, THIS BITCH HERE WORKS FOR THE DEVIL!”

“Do you know him?” Draco asks with a quirked eyebrow. The stranger kept yelling profanities at you but Draco saw how you couldn’t be bothered by it. “He does this every couple weeks. What brings you out here?” Your hands were stuffed tightly in your pockets for warmth.

“Do you own the street? Can I not be here?” he asked sarcastically. You faced him with a deadpan look as to ask him again without having to say the words to him. Or call him a smartass. Which he is. With a roll of his eyes, he continued, “I’m looking for something to eat but I’ve never been to these places before.”

“Ah,” you started, “Well I don’t know what kind of stuff you’re used to, but I suggest the Greek restaurant right across. Over-priced, but the best gyros you’ll ever have in Buffalo.”

“It’s yee-roh, not jahy-row.” Draco corrected. He couldn’t tell if you were irritated or confused after he said that. Probably both.

“You know Greek?” you asked.

“I studied it when I was a child. My tutor showed me the word once and hit my hand when I had mispronounced it. Learned the hard way to never do that again,” flashbacks to the older woman teaching him the language cursed his mind for a few seconds.

His stomach growled even louder now in the silence between them. Draco blushed in embarrassment, shifting around to look away so you wouldn’t see. You slightly chuckled and tapped his shoulder. “Come on, neighbor’s treat.” And you walked onto the busy street.

This bloody woman is crazy to be crossing a busy street he thought as he rushed to follow you across the street. He got scared as a car got too close and ran to the safety of the sidewalk. “You’re gonna get yourself bloody killed one of these days like that,” he scolded. “If you’re gonna live in New York, you’re gonna have to deal with annoying pedestrians and sometimes be an annoying pedestrian. Be glad you don’t live in Manhattan, they’re worse. A person could be hit by a car and he’d just get on up and keep walking.” you informed.

Draco would be lying to himself if he said that didn’t spook him a little. Sure, he’s seen a few students get hexed, some by him, but they’d never just dealt with it and continued walking in the halls. They’d either have to hope their friends knew the counter curse or they’d end up in the hospital wing and had Madam Pomfrey help them back to normal. These muggles really are just… strange.

The restaurant looked old and desperately needed a remodel but by Merlin, it smelled amazing. “Now, are you getting a yee-roh sandwich or are you getting something else?” you mocked his previous correction with a playful roll of your eyes. Draco looked at the menu but it didn’t matter as he didn’t know the first thing about Greek food. What the hell did my father force me to take lessons for? “Do you want me to just order for you?” you asked as he kept browsing for too long. There were only 12 things on the menu but it still confused him.

He held back a snarl as he agreed to your help. He stood aside as you ordered and waited until it sounded like you were done, then headed up to the window to pay. “Oh, you don’t have to. I insisted I would pay,” you tried to push his hand away and reach for your credit card but he proceeded to hand the money to the cashier. “It’s nothing.”

“Here or to-go?” the lady asked with a thick New York accent. The two of you just looked at each other waiting for someone to say something. “Do you want to just-”

“Eat it here?” He looked at the small space and saw only one unoccupied table by the window. One of two tables. No longer growling, his stomach was shaking nearly violently, indicating that he can’t wait any longer. It was a strange feeling to be starving. Never had he ever had to wait for food at Malfoy Manor nor at Hogwarts. Whether it was house elves or first years, someone always ran to get him food with a snap of his fingers. “Yeah, here’s fine.”

The lady handed your plates to you as he went to claim the small table before someone else did. He looked around the space with a slight disgusted look. It’s not that it was run by muggles, but just because the place looks so old and kind of dirty. Even the house elves at the Manor lived in better conditions. The corner he sat in made him feel slightly claustrophobic. How do they sit and enjoy anything like this?

You sat the food on the table and shook your jacket off on to the chair. Draco watched as you placed the plates as neatly in front of you both. He couldn’t help but notice the rings that covered most of your fingers. Some were simple silver bands, some bronze bands, and some looked like wire that had a wrapped, colorful rock in the center. They were mismatched but coordinated at the same time. If that made any actual sense.

You started some simple small-talk, “So, what brings you all the way out here?”

“I got a better job opportunity,” Draco responded. His voice sounded uninterested, and his eyes stared at the plate. It had three pieces of meat on a bed of white rice, a small salad and a little dipping bowl of some white sauce. He dipped the meat into the sauce and as he tasted it, he nearly groaned in content. The flavors danced around his mouth and he had to hold himself back from devouring the whole plate in a matter of seconds.

He could feel you staring at him but chose not to look up to see judgement in your eyes. Whether it was with amusement or not. The food was so good and he would most definitely order another one to-go on his way out for his lunch break tomorrow. I’m definitely bringing Blaise and Theo here.

“What kind of job do you do?” Draco stopped chewing his food and swallowed nervously. He should’ve expected this kind of question sooner or later, but here he was sitting in silence trying to figure out what to say. He couldn’t just tell you that he’s a Healer because then that would lead to more questions and that’d be more answers he couldn’t give you. “What, you don’t wanna tell me?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him as he continued his silence.

Finally, the word popped in his mind, “I’m a doctor.” Hopefully that ends that conversation.

“That’s cool, what kind of doctor are you?” Shit. There’s more than one kind?

“Uh, I work with people who come into the hospital with major injuries like a broken arm and such,” Draco stuttered.

“So, an emergency room doctor. You work in the ER then,” you concluded with a hand over your mouth as you chewed. “Y-yeah, that.” Draco tried not to sound suspicious. “What about you?”

You cleared your throat, drank some of your soda and pointed out the window, “You see that store over there? Soul Beads? That’s my store.” It was weird how coincidental it was that of all streets to drive into and of all people to run into, he ran into you coming out of your personally owned store. Looking back at you, he saw your face relax and smile at the building. “What do you sell? I’m assuming it’s not food seeing as you didn’t invite me in.”

Now it was time for you to stutter, “Oh, just candles and stuff. Nothing too flashy.” You poked at your food and took small bites of it. There was an awkward silence between you two for about ten minutes before you started the conversation before, “Assuming you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, will you just be working that day?” Draco didn’t know much about the holiday, only that he was getting paid more that day.

“Yeah, I’ll be at the hospital for the night. Probably until four in the morning.”

“Well that sucks. You’ll miss out on the greatest American tradition that is Black Friday,” you chuckled.

“What’s that?” Yet another thing Draco didn’t understand.

“Black Friday is when people fight to the death for a discount on things like appliances and tvs. It’s quite amusing to watch,” you slightly exaggerated. Keyword slightly. Draco had wide eyes as he heard the description. “I’m sorry, to the death?”

With that, you laughed so hard you placed one hand flat against your chest and the other held the table with a tight grip as if you were to fall from your seat. He then realized you actually didn’t mean to the literal death and mentally scolded himself for being so gullible. You continued laughing and he rolled his eyes before chuckling to himself. You leaned back up and wiped some tears underneath your eyes, “Oh my god, I needed that laugh.”

A shiver went up Draco’s spine once he caught a glimpse of your smile. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you smile at all. Before your little argument, you would smile towards him and all the other neighbors all the time. But this never happened before. He looked away from your eyes and tried to find anything else to look at. Tilting his head up, he saw an air conditioning unit. Oh, that’s why.

Small talk ended there with a clear of his throat and proposed to go home. Draco saw how you looked a little disappointed and forced a small, kind smile on your face, “Yeah, it’s getting kinda late and I don’t want to keep my mother waiting. God knows what she’s done to my house while I was gone.” He wasn’t going to keep pressing on the matter as he figured they still weren’t close enough for that. One dinner didn’t make them friends in his book. It wasn’t terrible, though. Maybe he would do it again.

Walking to their own cars, she said “See you around, neighbor,” and got into her car and drove off. He just nodded his head as he always did and drove off as well. They arrived home at the same time and walked inside without looking at each other, thinking that it would just be weird to keep saying goodbye.

—

It was finally Thanksgiving, and Y/B/N and Stephanie were going to be over around three in the afternoon. Your mother was more of a pain than usual, waking you up at six in the morning to do last minute cleaning, grocery shopping, and starting on roasting the ham. The loud argument over ham or turkey in the grocery store the week before lasted for an embarrassing two hours after your mother caved and let you pick the main entree for dinner.

Once you got an hour to yourself, you went to your closet in the hall and grabbed a small glass jar then walked to your backyard for some lavender. You walked to the kitchen for a stick of cinnamon, placed the items on the kitchen counter and walked quickly to your room for something small. Your eyes found a loose ribbon on the floor and grabbed it then went back to the kitchen.

You put all the items into the jar and browsed the kitchen for one more thing. There was a bouquet of flowers on the dining table that your mother bought. Perfect. You grabbed a couple flowers and took the petals to mix in the jar. Once you were done, you chanted to yourself three times:

“Goddess, please take the negativity out of this kitchen.

Replace it with positivity and love. So mote it be.”

You heard your mother waking up from her nap from the guest room and ran into the kitchen to hide the jar somewhere she couldn’t see it. The spell can’t exactly work if she sees something to nag about. She walks in the kitchen and sees you looking suspicious.

She looks at you with squinted eyes - mainly because she had just woken up - but said, “I’m not gonna ask what you’re up to. Can you make the potato salad? I like the way you make it better.” You silently agreed as you looked for the things in the fridge and grabbed a large bowl to mix it in. Your mother walks up to one of the cabinets to grab a pot to boil the potatoes with, only to find the thing you tried to hide. “What’s this, honey?”

You stammered over your words trying to find an explanation before she cut you off, “It’s pretty with all the things in there. You should keep it out.” She placed it beside a photo on the countertop and walked away to fill the pot with water. You were surprised she didn’t ask any further questions. You continued cooking and had a hopeful smile on your face. Maybe it won’t be so bad tonight.

The doorbell rang and you both looked at the clock on the wall. It read 1:55 and you looked at each other in confusion. “Y/B/N must be early,” your mother guessed and went to the door to let him in. The greeting was loud as she greeted him in. You could hear your little brother’s laugh with enthusiasm as he walked into your kitchen, “What’s up, big sis?”

You placed the utensils down and ran up to him with your arms up, “I’ve missed you too, baby brother.” He was much taller than you as he picked you up and hugged you tightly. You slightly swung your legs to give him the signal to let you go. He got his height from your dad, leaving you short thanks to your mother. Your brother had a big smile on his face and you reciprocated the smile. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen each other.

“Oh, lemme introduce you. Steph, c’mere!” He looked over his shoulder and called for the special guest. A beautiful woman with long, chocolate brown hair and doe blue eyes walked next to Y/B/N. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Stephanie.” She held her hand out causing you to quickly wipe your hands on your apron. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/B/N has told me so much about you. I was so nervous to meet you,” Stephanie admitted with a slight blush on her cheeks. “I wonder what this dummy told you. I bet you I can tell you more embarrassing stories about him,” you jabbed his arm.

“That’s not fair, I didn’t say anything all that bad. You’ll hex me or some shit,” he had his hands up in defense.

“Y/B/N!” Your eyes widened and you laughed nervously, “Don’t listen to him, he’s an idiot.”

Stephanie looked back and forth at the two of you and finally settled on you, waving a hand, “Oh no, that’s okay. I practice, too.” Wait, what? It seemed your mother thought the same exact thing, only out loud. “Yeah, Stephanie also does the same thing you do. Crazy, right?”

Your mother stood shocked before them, not saying anything. Your brother had a smile that wasn’t exactly fitting the situation. Stephanie had a kind smile, and although you were visibly surprised that your little brother’s girlfriend was, of all things, also a Wiccan, you were laughing inside at your mother.

This is gonna be the most interesting Thanksgiving ever.

—

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[wongiemei]

Roommate!Jeno

a/n: maybe i should just turn this blog into an nct dream one

okay

letsgetit!

first of all,

story time!

your uni is fucking expensive and it’s more expensive if you live in the grounds

so you being the wise human,

you went to get an apartment near the campus

it was great and all since roommate!jaemin was paying for his stuff

you were both living respectively until he had to leave

the dumbass didnt even bother to tell you

one morning you just woke up and found his note

‘hey bitch! figured you were too much of a rock to wake up but i moved out! the family wants me to go back home and tend the restaurant’

the whole day yesterday, you were working

bc,,, yknow

broke college life

and you just walked in half asleep towards your room and fell asleep

so you didnt really see or notice

but were you freaking out bc your roommate suddenly moved out?

ofc you were freaking out

not only was your roommate gone,

how were you going to find a new one?!

jaemin expected your phone call that afternoon and he endured through all your screaming

‘babe, i’m just going to be gone for a year-or two’

‘oR tWO?!’

‘hun, my dad’s injured and his back can only let him do so much. ma’s working too much and i dont have any siblings to help. i figured i could just hold off college until my parents are ready’

ugh, jaemin is such a family boy

‘but jaems! you couldnt have at least told me that yOu wERe mOvING OuT?! and! rent is due soon! i can’t pay for that myself!’

jaemin couldve easily told you to warn yoy

but he didn’t want to tell you bc he couldnt handle you sad and didnt want to upset you

however, now jaemin really understands how shitty that move was

‘tell you what. i’ll pay for this month and make a few phone calls and i’ll get you set up with a new roommate, deal?’

knowing how much of a social butterfly he was, you agreed

ofc you trusted jaemin but part of you feared that he might pair you up with a freak

but he’s not that mean, is he?

you can definitely see renjun doing that but not jaemin

so there you are,,

sitting on your couch alone

without jaemin, your apartment felt really empty

its been a few days since he moved and you were miserable

jaemin hasn’t even texted you about that potential roommate

just as you were about to call him,,

your doorbell rang

you froze and you looked at the time

it was nearing 11 at night and you don’t remember ordering delivery

see,,

if jaemin was here,

he would answer it for you since you would be too scared to do it

but you mustered up your courage and peeped through the peep hole

the man was dressed in all black with a black mask and a black cap with his hood over it with a black hoodie and black pants

ngl, you were terrified and trembling

he rang it again and you jumped

typing out a quick text to jaemin saying ‘hey bub, if i don’t text you in an hour, that means ive been kidnapped so call the police’

you grabbed a pan from the cupboard and gulped before you opened the door

thinking he would just walk forward and grab you, you closed your eyes and raised your pan over your head and swung

a shriek from in front of you made your eyes snap open and found the guy on the floor with a fetal position

you both just froze for like a phat minute

snapping back to reality, you held the pan in front of you

‘if youre going to kidnap me, i got a pan and im not afraid to hit you with it!’

you tried to sound intimidating but your voice was shaking so much

the guy stood up and he took off his hat and the mask to reveal a blonde haired kid

okay, so you were sHOokETh

damn! this boy is fine!

he gave you a shaky smile and held out his hand

‘hi! i’m lee jeno! you must be y/n? jaemin told me you had an opening for a roommate?’

now you noticed the two duffle bags at the side

the embaressment and the shame settled in slowly and you found yourself burning up

nodding, you motioned him to come in

jeno awkwardly walked in and was amazed at how big the layout was with the low rent

‘yea, its kinda hard to believe that we only pay that much. at first i thought there was a ghost in here and that’s why its so cheap’

you tried to make small conversation but laughed weirdly at jeno’s slightly terrified face

‘no! there really is not ghost here! ive lived here for a year and there hasnt been anything so please dont understand! please be my roommate!’

you begged and jeno thought you were weird

but jaemin was right, you were weirdly adorable in a way

so that’s how you and jeno became apartment buddies!

now onto the good stuff!

so, jeno is a vv clean guy

like he’s the type to just pick up a wrapper in the street and throw it in the garbage

so naturally, he likes to keep the apartment as tidy and neat as possible

but you being a mess you are,

you usually leave a lot of things everywhere

lets just say you have a short memory

‘oh? how did that get there?’

eventually, jeno gets sick of it and he confronts you with it

ofc you understand and you actually try to be better

since jeno is literally the most perfect roommate

maybe even better than jaemin

(but don’t tell him that)

jeno is the type to re-stock the pantry with snacks and the fridge with ice cream

since youre both college students, ramen is practically always available in the house 24/7

he also makes the coffee every morning since he works early and wakes up first

even though he doesn’t like the drink and prefers milk, he still notices how you survive off of coffee

babie likes to pick you up some iced americano while he gets a frappe

you on the other hand,,

you’re very surprised

when you got to bed after showing jeno around,

you messaged jaemin

ofc he was worried af and was blowing up your phone

‘WHAT?!’

‘bitch answer the damn phone!’

‘whatthe fuck is happening?!’

‘i need to know if you’re still alive!’

‘oh fuck i shouldnt have moved out’

smiling softly at how worried he was, you responded to him

‘you hoe, it hasnt been an hour yet so chillax. i’m alive, unfortunately, and i just met my new roommate. again, thanks for the heads-up. youre so bad at those. i literally thought he was a burgular or a kidnapper. but he seems chill and emo. just my type.’

but jeno is F A R from C H I L L

oh my goodness,,

hes a crackhead

theres this sound he makes when he’s confused and you couldnt figure out if its cute or weird or if he’s doing this on purpose or thats just how he is

you and him basically communicate with memes

sometimes, at the weird hours at night, he sends you a dumbass meme

you cant help but snort 

also, you promised to take jaemin out to dinner to repay him for the great roommate

‘hes literally one of the best people youll ever meet. it just so happen he needed a place to sleep. now you owe me’

hes a science major while you were a computer major

he basically brings home weird stuff to analyze and it just hella stinks

but hes considerate enough to actually put it outside

whenever he’s focused, he talks to himself or the thing he’s analyzing

‘okay mr. fishy. your scales are really big and its bigger than average’

its so cute

oof also!

jeno doesnt have a job yet he always makes rent on time with extra money to spare

he even sometimes buys you stuff saying, ‘they reminded me of you’

for your birthday, he bought you a pearl necklace that mustve costed thousands

at first, you thought he was a chaebol or smth

which you wouldve been vv jealous of bc youre a struggling college student who works at the coffee shop

but, you were answered when you caught him walking in half-dazed and half-asleep with cuts all over his face

it was like 2 in the morning and you were pulling an all-nighter for some project and wanted to get a glass of water

but here he is, hood up, lip busted, black eye, cheek cut

you shrieked and ushered him to sit on the dining chair

thinking he got mugged or something, you start drilling him questions

‘hun, if you were beat up, we need to call the police! this is illegal!’

but jeno chuckles and brushes the stray hairs out of your face as you tend to his lip

‘pls dont. if you do, ill be broke and i wont have money to pay rent then i cant be your roommate anymore’

cue confused y/n

‘wUT?’

‘if i dont make money, youll kick me out and youll have to find another roommate. i dont want you to go through that hassle again’

ofc you were flattered that even during this situation, hes still thinking about you

‘how is this making money?!’

‘i cant believe youre oblivious to so many things. i thought for sure youve caught on.’

more confusion

‘eXCUse mE, lEE JEno? since when have you started coming home with all these things in your face?’

you were worried that this wasnt the first time this happened

but if you think hard about it, thats why he always wears his mouth masks and he always has his blonde fringe down and sometimes wears sunglasses even though its cloudy outside

‘ohmygod lee jeno are you in a gang?!’

jeno was shocked that you came to that conclusion but laughed at how adorable you were rn

with your wide eyes and mouth open

‘nah, bro. i box. its the only way i can make easy money.’

‘but,,, why did you hide this from me? if you needed money i couldve helped you’

he looked at you skeptically

‘sis, you could barely afford that muffin the other day’

lee jeno now looked different from the jeno you met the first day

What you thought to be an innocent little squish was a fighter at night

‘yah, can-um-you need to take this off’

you mumbled while tugging on his sweatshirt

he nodded and slipped it off

he explained why he came late when he first moved

‘i had a late night match and yknow,, school and all, i barely had enough time to come'

as you dab the wound, you try to make small talk to distract yourself

 ‘so,, youve been boxing this whole time?’

you asked, trying not to get distracted to the way his tight shirt clung to him, showing his defined body

there were bruises up and down his arms and his knuckles were busted

‘yea. i have been since senior high. gotta make money, yknow?’

‘but jen, you can work in coffee shops or at local bookstores. its not worth seeing you busted up like this’

your lips trembled at the thought of him being beaten up too hard to the point he gets into a coma

jenos eyes widened at your wobbling lips and he softly cupped your face

‘hey, im okay and ill be fine. you dont have to worry about me. i usually win, anyways’

his confidence made you chuckle

‘i trust you, lee jeno. just make sure to make it home to me every night.’

‘i know you do and i will. always.”

ever since then,

youve become his little caretaker

youve informed jaemin of what hes been doing and he knew but didnt want you to judge him immediately

smh, jaemin really sucks at informing people

but jeno tries to help you keep up

he even sends you texts that hes fighting that night and your little ‘fighting!’ always makes him smile

his manager and friend, chenle, noticed that hes starting to smile more

chenle likes boxing and wants to be a part of it but doesnt want to be hurt

so,, what better to be the manager of his friend

‘yah, hyung. what’s got you giggly today?’

jeno pointed to the screen and giggled at the little good luck gif you sent

his eyes turned to crescents and chenle smirked

‘wah, you like her, don’t you?’

at the mention of ‘like’, his smile dropped and he shook his head

‘no. of course not. shes just a friend.’

chenle being chenle,,

he continues to prod

‘okay. so every night, you make it your priority to make sure you’re home by 2 in the morning for your friend’

smh, chenle youre so annoying

but hes so right

ever since you caught him,

hes been making sure he gets home at the same time 

he sends you a text that hes on his way and you set your ringtone at a very high volume so you wake up and take care of him

during fights, he makes it his sole mission to make out of this alive and a winner for you

but that never crossed his mind as his feelings for you

he just thought of it as making you not worry for him

but then, he starts to think about your stupid little habits

the way you make this face whenever you dont understand

or when you still leave little post-it notes everywhere with ideas you come up with

he noticed it all and he loves them

‘hOLy ShIT!’

that night was when he realized his feelings for you and he was so dedicated on finishing it that he quickly won and he dashed home with his money

bursting through the door, you looked at him with wide and startled eyes

‘what’s wrong?’

you came running but he scooped you up to a hug

ok you were confused but relieved that he was home and alright

jeno looked at your face and wanted to confess but chickened out at the sight of you

you were so good to him and honestly, he doesnt deserve you

(his thoughts, not mine)

‘i-i’

he stuttered and you motioned him to continue

‘i won!’

he shouted and you congratulated him, even though he literally won all the time

guiding him to the chair, you began to dab his cuts

(dab that bitch)

‘im starting to think that your opponents either really suck or youre like the god of boxing’

he didnt know how to take that but blushed red at the mention of him being a ‘god of boxing’

‘nah, im just good’

you eyed him and smiled

he continued to watch you heal him and inspected your face

heavy eyebags and sunken cheeks, it mustve been a long night

he felt a pang in his chest thinking that you push your stuff away just to help him

‘you dont have to keep doing this for me, yknow’

you halt and look at him seriously

‘i know i dont. but i cant sleep at night thinking youre in pain and alone when i can be there for you’

even though he just realized it, jeno was pretty sure he fell in love with you a long time ago

but if it was possible, he fell in love with you even more

‘thank you’

his soft voice filled the silence and you vowed that you will always be there for him whenever he needs help

a few days later, jeno hasnt been to a fight

sure you were worried at what was going on in his head but partly relieved that you dont have to see him so battered anymore

but this was so un-jeno

just as you were about to talk to him about it, he announces he got a job at the bookstore down the street

‘huh? i thought you didnt want to work’

you question while he looked sheepish

‘i realized that i was starting to become a burden since you take care of me every time. so i thought i should quit and get a regular job. besides, it doesnt hurt as much’

he laughed but you didnt react

‘lee jeno, you gave up boxing and the money,,, for me?’

he nervously looked up at you and you noticed the redness of his cheeks

‘i-well-if you put it that way’

‘listen to me, im flattered and i truly love that you dont want to get beaten up anymore. but i dont want you to quit something you like because of me'

‘but you always take care of me and push your priorities away to clean me up. i dont do anything in return and i dont think its fair!’

he argued and a soft smile crept up your face

‘yah, lee jeno'

your voice became a whisper

‘it doesnt matter to me if you dont do anything in return bc i dont see this as a favor. you are mine to take care of and i will do anything for you, you understand that?’

he looked at you in shock after hearing your response

he also turned red at the mention of him being yours

‘so-but-i dont think-'

he stutters but you place your hands on his arms making him stop

‘all i ask is you to come back home, to come back to me'

by now, yall were blushing

even though it might not sound like it,

but yall just indirectly confessed to each other

yall stared at the ground and jeno looks up, biting his lip

‘hey, y/n, can i make it up to you with some coffee?’

your head darted up and looked at him with wide eyes

‘like-like a date?’

it came out suddenly and you stepped back in surprise, cursing yourself

but jeno chuckled, eyes scrunching cutely

‘it'll be one of many'

lmao i didnt really like this but i made it at 2 in the morning and i kinda like boxer!jeno

[ionlycareaboutyou]

henlo it is me sending u a prompt!! u can pick either pairing that u mentioned i don't mind but can u do them moving in together for the first time, specifically dealing with all the weird quirks + household habits that you discover when you start sharing a space with someone? what odd things do each of them do + what makes the other person annoyed or enamoured? ty ily 💖

hello thank u! i thought i’d do sethon for this one bc it seemed fitting for them! ily 2! this turned out SOOO sappy so i’m sorry if it gives you a toothache fkdajs

cw for smoking and references to sex

After their wedding, they go to Seth’s place right away, skipping the cast and crew after-party to drink wine in bed and kiss, undressing each other slowly and almost carefully. Their lips are stained and bittersweet, and Seth’s delighted to find that Stefon had worn something pretty under his skinny jeans and Ed Hardy shirt.

“I can’t believe I almost let Anderson have this,” Seth half-jokes, mouth hot over the lacy front of Stefon’s panties.

He giggles. “I knew you’d chase after me.”

“Am I that predictable?” Seth quirks an eyebrow, one hand coming up to squeeze and stroke his husband’s inner thigh.

“Mm...not predictable...stubborn,” Stefon replies, then lifts his hips up a bit. “Now, can we please consummate this marriage, Seth Meyers?”

“Is it considered consummating if we’ve done this before marriage?” Fabric is pushed to the side. A kiss is pressed to a sensitive place. A gasp echoes in the room.

“Well--oh--no, I think that just makes us sinners.” Hands thread in between dark hair that’s streaked with silver.

“Sounds about right,” Seth decides, and shuts up from there on out. 

Afterwards, they’re thoroughly exhausted, but manage to keep their eyes open for a little longer, to clean themselves up and brush their teeth side by side. When he looks up in the mirror, Seth is struck at the tender image of them, and he can perfectly picture a future where this is an everyday occasion. 

They slide into bed, legs entwining and lips pressed to jaws, necks, underneath ears. “I want to ask something,” Seth says, before he can forget it and drift off. 

“Mm, ‘kay.”

“You wanna move in with me?” He lets his hands run up Stefon’s chest and over those broad shoulders that have been a subject of maybe ten different fantasies.

Stefon cracks one eye open. “Like, here?”

“‘Course. Where else? I mean, if it’s too soon--”

He gives a light and airy giggle. “We’re married, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are,” Seth replies, a finger trailing up his husband’s neck. “But I’m open to whatever you’d like, I don’t know if you’re really attached to that apartment.”

Stefon doesn’t actually live in a garbage can like he joked about once on Update, but it’s barely a step up from one. Seth had picked him up from the place a few times, and Stefon always claimed that he was barely there, it was a place to sleep every other night if nothing else. It’s a tiny studio above a shady drugstore that keeps odd hours and always has flickering lights. The ceilings are low, and Seth isn’t sure how Stefon manages to get around with his long legs without hitting his head constantly. So it’s not really a surprise when he says, “No, not too attached. I like it here better. My lease is up next month anyway.”

“Good.” He gives him a sleepy smile. “I’ll help you move.”

“Perfect,” Stefon says, and nestles his face into Seth’s neck. They’re asleep within minutes.

--

Stefon doesn’t own too many things, but what he does own is extravagant. The closet in Seth’s--their bedroom is suddenly filled with color. The top row of shirts are a mix of patterns and neon and pastel and strange sayings. The bottom row is filled with button ups in neutral colors: greys and blues and light greens, and maybe a plaid patterned one to switch things up. It’s apparent to anyone whose clothes are whose. The living room is decorated with strange and abstract art that Stefon got from friends. Each tiny sculpture or painting or sketch has a story. Russian and French literature in their original languages joins British literature on the bookshelf. Boots with sequins and heels go next to loafers in the coat closet. Intricate and pretty bongs are not very well hidden in the living room. It’s something that requires adjusting, that’s for sure, but Seth loves it. He loves the color that his husband brings to their home, and his life.

There are other things that require adjustment, too, and they’re a bit harder to adjust to than the new things that clutter their place. Seth knew Stefon kept weird hours, but experiencing it firsthand is another thing. He’ll roll over at 3 AM, open bleary eyes, and find the other side of the bed is empty. Stefon is pacing in the living room, feet light and silent, like some sort of cat. Seth always tells him to come back to sleep and Stefon will tilt his head, eyes half lidded as he nods slowly and waves a hand. He’ll slip between the sheets sometime before the crack of dawn. Seth will sometimes ask in the morning why he woke up, and Stefon will shrug and say “I was just thinking”. It’s something that they’ll work up to, Seth reminds himself.

They find differences that they didn’t notice before. Seth wears socks in the house, often mismatched, and often a point of teasing by his husband. “No one sees them except you!” He insists. “They’re no-shows!” Stefon, on the other hand, wears slippers that slide across the tile floor of the kitchen every morning, or just pads around barefoot with his toes always painted a different color. Bark Ruffalo usually trails behind him.

Stefon has an interesting affinity for healthy vegan food despite not being vegan himself. The freezer has dairy free ice cream (that, Seth has to admit, isn’t so bad) in it, and one week Stefon finds himself on a kale salad kick and eats them for dinner nearly every night. Seth can’t understand the appeal, but Stefon is the one who does most of the grocery shopping, so Seth is just quietly amused by the presence of all the green foods in his pantry and fridge. It doesn’t stop them from drinking sweet wine now and then, or buying a small cake just to buy one and kissing the frosting off the corner of each other’s lips.

Seth quit smoking a few years ago, but sometimes he’ll smell smoke from the balcony of their place, and Stefon will be out there, smoking a long and skinny cigarette and looking over the city. “It’s not good for you,” Seth always says, even though they’ve smoked together plenty of times outside of 30 Rock. 

“I know,” Stefon says, one time. “But I can’t stop giving in to peer pressure. Everyone tells me I won’t be cool if I don’t smoke.” His voice is adjacent to a bad Fonz impression.

Seth kisses his lips, not minding the smoky taste at all. “I thought coming out here while you were smoking would make me crave a smoke, but--”

“Oh, I know what you crave, Seth Meyers. I can see it in your eyes.” They kiss some more, until Seth pulls him inside so they don’t get in trouble for balcony-indecency.

Despite their many differences, there’s things in their life that come together with incredible ease. Their shower schedules match up perfectly; Seth in the morning, Stefon in the evening, but it doesn’t stop them from sharing one every now and then. They still brush their teeth side by side in the morning when they’re both up at the same time, smiling around their toothbrushes when they make eye contact. Sometimes Stefon will prefer to languish in bed while Seth gets ready for the day, but he stays awake until Seth leaves so he can give him a goodbye kiss.

Within weeks, they’ve “christened” every room of their place, and found out countless things about each other, and they’ve had moments where they’ve been frustrated and they’ve needed time apart, for just a few hours. But they always come back, they always curl into bed at the end of the day, closely intertwined with their dog at the foot of the bed. Lips will press against lips, jaws, ears, foreheads. It doesn’t feel like the first time every time, rather, it feels better than the first time. There’s new things to discover and fall in love with and laugh about together every day.

[peterthepark]

fluffy billy where the reader had a bad day at work and billy tries to cheer her up by cooking her a romantic dinner (he’s not the greatest chef and it just turns into a fit of laughter from how bad he’s struggling) but it’s cute bc it’s the thought that counts

this is such a nice idea aw 💜

Buttercup

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: brief angst, fluff, & cursing

Working at Enzo’s has always been stressful, but today - today was the breaking point. You leaned against one of the stoves, placing your hands on your hips as you tried to calm yourself down. Who would’ve thought that waitressing would be one of the hardest things that you’d have to do?

Frustrated, you untie the apron around your waist, tossing it carelessly onto a counter as you made a beeline for the telephone in the back room. You dialed the familiar number of your boyfriend, tapping your fingers against the cold steel table.

“Hello?”

“Billy?” You let out a sob, intertwining your hands with the cord of the phone. “Can you, uh, can you come pick me up?”

The crack in your voice causes the smile on Billy’s face to drop, and within minutes, he’s pulling up at the back of the restaurant, running over empty boxes with his tires. You’re leaning against the wall closest to the dumpster, eyes red with tears as you sniffle violently.

“Hey, hey, babe?” Billy runs out of the Camaro, taking you into his arms. “What happened? Are you okay? Is everything okay?” He takes a second to look at you, before tears of his own prickle at his eyes. He blinks them away, knowing damn well that he needs to be strong to comfort you. “Come on, let’s go home.” He brushes your hair away from your face, blue, loving eyes piercing your skin.

The car ride to your house is silent, except for your occasional hiccup or sob. Music plays quietly in the background and Billy mutters the lyrics under his breath while he innocently caresses your thigh. He doesn’t ask anymore questions, rather, he knows that you’d tell him eventually - the most he could do was wait in the meantime. He watches you sadly when you drag your feet into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you softly.

As if a lightbulb had appeared over his head, Billy shot up from the couch to go to the kitchen. He scours your fridge, taking out cold vegetables. Hastily, he takes a box of uncooked pasta from your pantry, along with a big pot that he puts on the stove. He flips on the radio beside him, shimmying his hips to the music. He takes a couple minutes to prep all the ingredients, trying to remember the homemade recipe for pasta that your father had taught him.

You still haven’t left your bedroom, and thankfully, it gives Billy time to prepare everything. He bounces from room to room, grabbing the white bedsheet that was hanging out in your patio. With a grin, he lays the sheet out onto the table, letting it hang over the edges to exude a fancy ambience.

Balancing the hot dishes of attempted pasta on his forearm, he places it gently on the long, wooden table of your dining room. He grabs a few candles from the top of the fireplace, setting it between the two plates of pasta.

“B? What’s that smell?”

Giddily, Billy runs to you, taking your hand in his to drag you to the table.

“I tried. I really tried to cook and...” You look over to the plates of food, breaking out into a giggling fit when you see the terrible presentation of food. It was cute, but you were sure that the taste was not, in fact, cute. “Well, I tried to go off of your dad’s recipe. This is my version and it probably doesn’t come close.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” You meet his gaze, sending him a silent ‘thank you’ before he’s pulling a chair out for you to sit in.

“Oh, almost forgot.” You watch with curious eyes as Billy slides into the kitchen, coming back with two empty wine glasses and a bottle of apple cider tucked under his arm. “Closest thing to alcohol I could find. Figured it could be some sort of pick-me-up.”

You shake your head at your thoughtful boyfriend, swirling your fork around the warm noodles of Alfredo before you shove it into your mouth.

Your eyes widen, and Billy immediately bursts out into laughter at your expression. You force yourself to swallow it, scrunching your face up with distaste.

“Billy, this is, uh, this is definitely something.” You chuckle, bursting out into a laugh when he tastes the food as well. He gags, spitting it out into a napkin with a look of disgust.

“You swallowed that shit?!”

“You cooked it!” You gesture, pouring the both of you a cup of cider. “Hey, I was trying to be considerate. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Considerate my ass. That tasted like crap.” He scoffs playfully, studying your face. “I wanted to cheer you up.”

“Yeah?”

Billy glances at the radio on the kitchen counter, pointing at it with his thumb. “You hear that?”

As if it couldn’t have been any more perfect timing, a familiar song plays through the small speakers and you can’t help but grin. Suddenly, Billy starts to sing, getting up from his chair to pull you up.

“Build me up, buttercup! I need you, more than anyone, darling.” He sings into your hair, dancing with you around the table. “So, build me up, buttercup, don’t break my heart?” He’s hysterical, chuckling against your cheek before he presses a kiss to your lips.

“Thank you. And you did cheer me up.” You rest your forehead against his, resorting to a slow dance in his arms. “I love you, Billy.”

“And I love you more, buttercup.”

[paradoxal-kitten]

yo honestly fuck my mom. my friend was planning on moving in once my parents moved out right. well, shit happened my friend got kicked out of her place 2 weeks before she was originally supposed to move in. i let her stay in my room i had no problem giving up my room and sleeping on an air mattress in the living room. well my mom took it upon herself, to just start packing up and moving out, like the very next day. no one asked her to, like i said my friend had all her stuff in my room and we would just share my room during the day then when it was night time i would stay out in the living room.my mom literally decided to just move out sooner so that my friend and i could both have rooms. so tell me why she left a whole 3 page hand written note, throwing it back in our faces. like “and remember i moved out 2 weeks earlier than planned bc ur friend didn’t have a home” ????? like that’s so fucking petty and made my friend feel like complete shit. like she dead ass started crying i felt so bad. like she took it upon herself to do this for us, we didn’t ask her to she just did it. then throws it back in our faces and made my friend cry. like wtaf. and my friend, helps with the house. since she has been staying here, we always go half on groceries and we always clean the house together. like she literally hasn’t done anything wrong for my mom to make that petty disrespectful ass comment. oh and my mom WENT TF IN in the note. talking about how “we need to be real adults. keep ur house and rooms clean” WHEN THE HOUSE IS CLEAN. she literally left the note THE DAY that we deep cleaned the house. we went thru the fridge and pantries, reorganized and cleaned everything. cleaned all of our dishes. did all of our laundry. scrubbed the entire bathroom. and we made dinner before 7pm. like we spent literally the ENTIRE DAY yesterday, cleaning, cooking, then cleaning again. just for my mom to leave a note telling us how we need to be real adults and figure shit out on our own. when we literally are? i haven’t talked to my mom in weeks bro. she doesn’t even know what’s going on in my house or in my life for that matter. but apparently she knows we’re gonna fail and we need to figure shit out. like get tf out of here. maybe if u TALKED TO ME you would know, that we have been figuring shit out. like idk that shit was just totally uncalled for and disrespectful. dead ass made my friend cry when she’s already got a lot of shit to deal with. like her dad dead ass kicked her out of her house. over a joke she made. and now she has my mom coming at her and saying disrespectful shit. when SHE HASNT DONE ANYTHING WRONGGGG

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 7 notes

again . i have no pity for the formatting .

OK WHEN YOU'RE IN COMBAT

Roll a d20 to attack

If you're using a weapon +5, if you're not +3

IF YOU ARE USING

Dagger (20 ft reach)

1d4+3 damage

Shortbow (80 ft reach)

1d6+3 damage

Shortsword (5ft reach)

1d6+3 damage

And then you add sneak attack ONCE PER TURN!

2d6 added to damage

 Alrighty here we go

Jacob's gonna dm a broken sink one shot

Halfway through offtime, freetime

We went back in time

Have been getting used to living w each other

Tensions starting to build bc different living habits

A week and a half into downtime, downstairs for breakfast

Before kitchen was set on fire

Halflings are cooking bc I said it was funny

We have a fridge

Cel opens the fridge, investigation check

8

There's half a carton of half and half, two eggs, jar of jalapeno sauce jelly (or is it jalapeno sauce and jelly?), half a loaf of french bread, four potatoes, onion

Dip bread in the egg, mix w half and half…savory french toast?

But the sink is clogged

Cel is taking the food out of the fridge, theo is making the vegetables and cel is doing the french toast

Theo is making a dexterity check, cel is doing a wisdom check

19 and 4, respectively

Cel forgets what french toast is or forgot the basic steps so scrambles the eggs and puts them on top of the bread like eggs benedict, now it's toast w eggs on top + perfectly diced potatoes

We probably have an oven we have an oven

Theo sticks the potatoes in the oven

Has passive insight of 9

Puts potatoes in a little too long, come out a lil too dark

Throwing jacob for a loop bc he's not using the sink

And we didn't wash the potatoes

Asyna and Aerana

Asyna was sleeping, aerana comes back from a walk

Asyna walks downstairs, aerana busts down the front door, take a deep breath and it's burnt potato skin and scrambled eggs

Surprisingly appetizing

Dm will probs let it happen

We eat breakfast, asyna says it was good

The potatoes were a little burnt - we roll constitution checks

None of us r poisoned

Now we have four dirty dishes

Cel tries using the sink, water comes out

Sink starts to fill, cel turns off the sink, water just below the top

Grinder next to it

Sloshing water, kinda gross

Asyna proposes turning into a fish to swim down

If she dies in this it's fine

Turns into a good fish

Turns into a newt

"do newts have legs"

They breathe through their skin

Tb to that one episode of wild kratts

Yeets in as a newt

Barely fit in the drain bc apparently newts r kinda chunki

Rolls a 12

Actually got an 11

Squeezes in the really tight sink drain

Halfway through it's pitch black but lizards have darkvision so

Halfway down hits a fuzzy black mass

That's . Icki

Water barely trickling through it

"can I shove it with my strong newt arms"

Makes asyna want to sneeze

Asyna is gonna make a nature check

Rolls a 7

Can tell it's kind of like a plant

"can I eat it"

"do you want to"

Takes a nibble

Constitution saving throw w lizard stats

Gets poisoned w an 11

Except we don't know she's stuck

Now has disadvantage on all rolls

Feels terrible

"you bite into this fuzzy mass, and it's super, super bitter"

"there's so much that you take a big bite - damn you are really poisoned now - you did take out a solid chunk" but there's enough that it's still clogging

Tries climbing back up

Makes acrobatics check w disadvantage

9, gets halfway back up the drain, poison really hits n kinda bloats, makes her stuck

Moans

The mold was at the curve (we don't know it's mold tho), halfway in between bottom curve and top is where marguerite is

Stick ??? Wire ?? String ???

Sleight of hand check, you roll 14

U shove it down and u hit smth and u hear a noise, wedge it in between the side of the wall and the newt, start inching back up, eventually we see a tail poke out of the drain

Bright orange newt

Animal handling check, you roll an 11

But u pull her out

Asyna leaves the sink then turns back into a non-newt

She's still poisoned

Asyna knows it is black and fuzzy n smth similar to a plant

Cel runs nature check w advantage

19 cel is like yeah that's black mold

Using a stick and poking aggressively, theo is

Dexterity save, 23

Shoves mold down, toothbrushed the drain and pulls it out

Looks like a stick w a black marshmallow at the end w a bite taken out of it

"I was trying to help"

Sink has been successfully unclogged, asyna is poisoned, our fridge is empty and everyone ate unpeeled potatoes

 Dom's turn

Snuck into residence trying to sneak around groundskeeper n stuff

Lots of dead ppl lying about

U know what would b fun a dnd campaign but make it criminal minds homebrew lmfao

We're in g10 on the map, can still hear fighting upstairs

We've only been in g7 g8 and g10

Adam is holding vicious mockery and stealthily opens the door for g6

Total of 20 for stealth, appears to be a pantry w spices n jars n preserves, against far edge is a barred door from the inside

Two servants inside who r dead, older human male and a younger halfling

Adam closes door, tries not to throw up, opens door and slightly investigates bodies

Medicine check - 16, looks like stab wounds; older human dressed more finely, younger wearing an apron

Both r v dead

Door barred from jacob's side, he gets us into the room, we all go in

Cel looks at the barred door; heavy plank of wood placed over to keep it from being opened

Aerana rolls 21 perception check, you don't hear anything but sounds like it could lead to the street

Adam is gonna peek into g5, door opens without trouble

Just a kitchen, large fireplace w space for a big pot

Pot is empty, nobody's in the room

On to g9 we go, ppl draw their weapons

Asyna and cel go to g9, adam cel and aerana hang out in g8

Aerana knows that it gets foggy and rainy in waterdeep in the spring, you start to hear heavy rain from outside

Room is furnished for comfort, lots of dainty chairs n lounging sofa, wine cabinet, paintings depicting different humans in noble attire, two more dead bodies in the room that look like guards

Asyna and cel don't recognize any faces

Upstairs we go?

Nope theo does g11 adam does g12

Theo goes in first, door is locked

"haha lockpick time"

Door is made out of wood

Puts ear to door to listen for anything, rolls 6 for perception

Doesn't hear anything

Now will pick lock, 11

Doesn't open lock

Adam tries kicking the door, 13

Can't open the door

Gets a bruised shoulder jk a bruised toe

They go to g12, it's a cozy library w tall bookshelves and wooden panels

There r tomes

Adam checks out the book on the lectern

Theo goes back out to let us know what they found

Adam sees a locked book, looks like it could be a wizard's spellbook but not sure

Picks it up, takes it

10 for intelligence; there's a symbol similar to the one on the bodies of the guards like a coat of arms

Comes back and tells us he found the book

Theo tries lockpicking

Rolls a 22, opening it in g8

Opens the lock, first page has symbol

Says 1,239 - 1,422

What does it mean jacob will roll intelligence

Rolls an 8, doesn't know

Second page is all black

Adam holds it up to the light, feels cold or like coal ?? Falls out and gently floats to the floor

Splits into three pieces

We roll for initiative

Cel has nat20

17 for asyna

16 for theo

12 for adam

Aerana has a 9

Piece of paper falls to ground, splits, from the three they melt into the floor but then become a taller form and swirl around in grayish smoke, they look like ghosts, v skinny n purplish w long claws

"hey there demons, it's ya boi"

Cel goes first w shsw, hacks the closest one

Doesn't hit, monster is making strange gasps things, kind of reaches out to strike, hits, 14 damage lmfao

Halved her hp, makes constitution saving throw

14, swipes at her and hands pass through the armor, feels drained

Asyna is gonna try to turn into something guess it's a badger

Attacks the one that's closest to asyna, rolls 15 to hit and rolls a 12, both hit

Rolls d6 and adds 1 and 2d4

7 damage for one, 7 damage for other

It's like ur trying to hit smoke

Theo will hit w shsw, 17 to hit, 4 to damage

Lashes at same one, swings shsw and connects but feels like not injuring it that much

Adam makes all of them make charisma saving throws, 18 14 and 2

One of them disadvantaged but not at a disadvantage they just have to subtract a 1d4

Uses cutting words on the other least damaged ghost thing

For next attack have to subtract 1d6 from roll

One lurches forward to attack theo but misses

Aerana deals 18 damage to closest one to you that hasn't been hit yet

Strikes and it spins around, almost gets out but u hack at it and sword passes through part of it but comes back together

Other guy tries to hit aerana, 11 misses

Cel does shsw again, 18 to hit, 7 damage

Our current attacks are dealing half damage

Other guy doesn't hit

Asyna goes, rolls 14 and 6; 14 hits and deals bite with 7 damage

Theo rolls 16 to hit, 8 damage

Frenzy kind of fight, everyone in melee

None looks more hurt than others like difficult to tell

They're hovering

Adam rolls, sees cel p damaged, heals cel a little bit to 16 hp, healing is a bonus action so vicious mockery on one of the ghosts

survives

Other guy goes while jacob pees

We're in g8 and coming down the stairs we see a man drenched in all different kinds of blood with a shortsword, short dark hair, human, runs down and wearing a dark armor reminiscent of the zents, makes an immediate left at the front door and runs away into the rain

Oop adam the guy rolled a nat20, somehow the other guy is getting damaged ? Wait I'm confused ok ig so

13 damage and jacob gets OHHHH it's a reactionary fire thing bc he's a tiefling

Guy does 23 damage and adam is down

Adam has to do a constitution saving throw, 17, adam falls unconscious like he's fainted

Aerana rolls 17 to damage

Deals a really heavy blow to one of them and it almost vanishes to nothing but then comes back and reforms

Misses attacking me suck it

Celandine casts cure wounds for adam for 8 hp

Other guy attacks and misses

Badger!asyna time

Uh is it bad that I just . Haven't mentioned groot . And that groot should still be there from last session . Oopsi

Anyways badger!asyna rolls nat20 for one and 2 for the other

Picks bite or claw, doubles whatever is rolled for dice, rolls 9 so is that 18 or what ? Ig it doesn't matter for me

Goes for the one closest to her so the one attacking cel

Solid bite attack

Theo's turn, 22 to hit, 8 damage

Adam wakes up, has other guy make wisdom saving throw w 11, needed a 12

2 damage and it has disadvantage on next attack

"danny phantom more like danny phandumb"

Sends it reeling w a mental attack

Rolls and misses to hit adam

Aerana rolls and kills it with 13 damage

Brings shsw up to get it out of face, appears to be too much for it to take, gasps and recedes to floor then dissipates

Cel's turn w shsw, 6 and does not hit

Other guy doesn't hit either

Badger!asyna rolls 9, doesn't hit, 13 and hits w claws, w 7 damage

Yikes didn't kill twas close tho it's v weak but not dead yet

We notice three guards dressed in the same attire as the dead ones downstairs and they also just straight run out the front door

Theo hits with 7 damage

Kills one of them, slashes and almost does a decapitation but it just reforms bc it's a ghost and then it melts into the floor

Just the one left

Adam's turn to roast it, misses ig, healing words self

Ghost's turn ig, doesn't hit

Aerana rolls 13 to hit, 8 damage; close but doesn't kill (no sneak attack)

Cel's turn, misses

Badger!asyna rolls 19 and 8, both hit; roll for damage, 6 damage

Kills it w claw and smashes it to ground as it fizzles away

The book is open, no other black pages in the book; closes the book and adam puts it into his knapsack

No sound of fighting upstairs

Let's go upstairs w asyna going first ig

Badger lumbers up stairs but it's awkward bc claws were not designed for this

A lot was happening in g13 but now it's like most ppl r dead upstairs

Turn to left w door directly in front left ajar, pushes it more open

Goes into 15a, hears a shout "the city watch is on the way !!" from area g16 but pushes into 15a and sees a small antechamber like a repurposed closet space

We're all in g13 now

Adam is gonna walk into g16

Doors are closed but he's able to open them; two occupants w an older middle-aged human woman w a breastplate carrying a rapier standing next to a half-orc bodyguard in center of the room - looks like well-furnished bedroom

They see him and r staring at adam

"hi . I'm adam . Uhm . These r my friends . We saw a couple of guards and a really bloodied up man in robes run out of this building and we were concerned for its occupants"

Attempting to persuade

Rolls an 8 and it's a bad lie but she's bad at reading people

Has a few daggers and a small crossbow and can see he has it

Puts up rapier and screeches at adam to disarm self

He sets ukulele on floor

"there is no time for jests ! Disarm urself, sir !"

Picks the ukulele back up

"did u see where that thief went"

"I just saw him run out of the building"

"we're all great citizens of waterdeep we just want to make sure ur ok"

Half-orc gives adam a look that could shatter a vase

As we turn to leave, we hear sounds of sobbing inside area 15b

Theo will knock for asyna

Everyone is in g16 except for theo and asyna

Hears sounds of sobbing and then they stop and you hear a voice "no please don't hurt me"

"we're not here to hurt u we just want to make sure ur ok"

"alright ?? Am I alright ??? My life is in dAnGEr"

"adfsjkdfa I'll never tell" mans is a burbling mess

Theo rolls persuasion check at disadvantage, 9

Man says he's armed and will kill if they come in

Back to g16

Cel disarms, u disarm shsw and shbw but keep dagger hidden

Look around the room, looks a little bit in disarray; there's a window w shattered glass and it's raining

U can tell that the window on the far north wall has been shattered

Noble woman tells us to sit

Adam asks if we're in trouble

Adam looks at us then the other ppl

Adam casts pyrotechnics and smoke bombs them, 20 ft of smoke hitting them and we run "beat it guys"

Originally we arrived here bc naya led us here, we're looking for the owner of the necklace

There's smoke in the room just kidding jacob undoes pyrotechnics

Doo do dood o dood o do do do do do doooooooo do do do od ododo dod o do dododo dod o do dod o do do do do

The jeopardy theme song as dom re-summarizes

Ok w that in mind guess we gotta figure out the owner

Back to the other room, there's more sniffling but maybe he needs a therapy!badger

"would u happen to b missing a necklace"

Pause and he goes "necklace ? Well I never"

Insight check, nat1; hard to tell if he's telling the truth or not

Door is locked from the outside

Theo asks if he needs help getting out "nO ur a beast"

Try lockpicking again w thieves' tools check

D20+ proficiency + dex modifier

Gets a 20, picks lock; inside is a bed like a smaller guest bedroom, can hear sniffling behind the bed

"sir we're not here to hurt u . Do u recognize this?"

Theo shows him the necklace, asyna is still a badger, trying to look cute

Making a performance check, gets 14 and tries best to look non-threatening but the balding human man w a rapier in his hand screams when he sees badger!asyna

Theo rolls for persuasion check

Rolls a 6, gets sense it's not someone who's going to respond

Maybe badger!asyna will try to intimidate

Cel realizes the lady is one of the people in the painting

"the lives of my soldiers, the integrity of my home"

"and what about a necklace"

Insight check, flash of shock across her face but she regains composure

We take our weapons back and back out of the room

Badger and theo try scaring with theo making an intimidation check w advantage from badger, rolls 17

Groot survived combat !! I'm gonna make groot bite the dm smh you can try me I'll keep getting dogs as a side quest

Theo says badger is hangry and is threatening w the hangry badger!asyna, theo is standing on the bed

Man immediately drops rapier and starts crying and pleads for his life

"please pls u wouldn't dare I'm crying" OOP THE WOMAN WAS DEALING W THE PPL TEA PUPPET WHERE

Bro the stone what wait

We just want info

Here's what we got

Smth abt half a million dragons

Smth abt the zents fighting the xants

Smth abt being involved w the zents but his wife specifically

Smth abt giving the necklace to "the puppet"

Theo asks abt the puppet

"that's the problem w these stupid things they think for themselves I heard it blew up half a street accidentally" was supposed to go after the gnome but missed

Takes theo's hand "pls u can't kill me I'll tell u - what do u need"

Tells us we gotta go the house of grinda or smth in the dock ward for the puppet

Gains his composure and leaves from hiding behind the bed, takes a piece of paper w a well-done sketch of a strange being

Looks like a contract w a guarantee of quality for a construct

"pls it looks like this don't kill me pls"

Theo takes the paper

We stand up and go from g16, badger and theo see we had left, adam shuts the door

Theo apologizes to the guy

Adam casts sleep on the dude just in case

Makes him sleep w 26, we leave

We look outside and there's a bunch of torchlight by the gate - citywatch ? The inspector is there investigating a murder or disturbance or smth

We book it out of g6 into the street on the opposite side of the mansion

Raining a lot

We walk/speedwalk away, adam makes a general wisdom check for nearby taverns

The yawning portal is in the trades ward, we're in the north ward or we're in the sea ward

We're in one of the wealthy wards

It's raining so much that we have disadvantages on stuff

Are we ?? Riding the badger ???

Could be ridden by halflings ?

Theo and cel ride asyna

We're walking to mirt's ig

Stopping point ? We're dealing w mirt's house next session

We learned some weird info abt the puppet

Oop we're roleplaying that just theo bc asyna is a badger

His wife had business w the zents, they sent the order for the puppet and theo has the plans

And that's that ig

The stone might b real 0.0

"it is truly springtime in waterdeep" w the fog and the rain

Oh we level up ig

[rubiesintherough]

so i need some advice. 

i’m torn between sticking up for my brother and throwing him under the bus regarding our aunt. bc the fact is, i’m tired of making excuses for him, and i’m tired of everyone else making excuses for him, when it leads to him getting to just chill in his room on the computer all day and wreck the house while i’m busting my ass just struggling to keep up with housework and putting myself in the ER   T W I C E   doing that ‘cause i worked my body way past what i was supposed to. 

i’m not the issue. i have never been the issue since we moved in. my room has almost always been picked up, and the only time it wasnt was when i was gone for about a month, and he decided to shove all his stuff onto my floor  ( dirty laundry / books / games / ect )  to store them. and it took me almost a week to finally sort through it all and get it picked up. and im the one who’s always washing off the table / counters, washing the dishes, sweeping and washing the floors, emptying the garbages, cleaning the bathroom, sorting the pantry,  feeding peanut, cleaning out and defrosting the fridge, picking up laundry and sorting it / putting it away, and even going so far as to clean HIS room and his CAR bc both were so full of trash and dishes there was hardly room for my feet. the only two things i dont do around the house, bc i phsyically CANT  are vacuuming floors --- bc for some reason the sound of a vacuum sends me into a panic attack --- and using strong chemicals --- bc the smell gives me a headache and upsets my stomach really bad.  that’s it. everything else?  that’s me. i handle it all. and it has been me since we moved in. and all that combined the the stress of our aunt among others things has been SEVERELY affecting my health. and i cant take it anymore. its gotten to the point it spikes my anxiety so bad i cant sleep, and so i just do housework until i ALMOST PASS OUT COLD bc my body gives out, and yet i keep going bc otherwise the aunt will visit, and she’ll see the disaster he’s made, and I’m the one who gets blamed for it, and she really will follow through on her threats to evict us

but do i sell him out?  ‘cause despite the fact my aunt is super passive aggressive with me, she has admitted that she knows im not the one trashing the house. so she knows. but do i straight up tell her that i want to keep living here, i just want him gone?  do i have that right? do i actually toss him under the bus??? idk and thats been stressing me out even more. bc im not really supposed to be by myself bc depression and anxiety and general health issues.... family doesnt trust me not to pass out and hit my head, or have a breakdown. but here’s the thing, without him here and the added stress, the chances of that are much lower?? but would it be right of me to do that to my brother? would he forgive me for it? i dont know what to do bc on one hand its  a. keep picking up after him and have my health continue to decline with the chance i might not be able to fully clean up after him some days and she’ll see it and kick us out, anyway   or  b. face up to her and lay down the facts and tell her straight that he’s the problem and that i’ve been busting my ass taking care of things despite health issues, and i do want to keep living here?? 

[diagnosedblog]

Pretty much anything Mileven (calling El, El not Jane) with fluff or angst or anything really but preferably while there still young (shortly post season two)

Word Count: 3k 

Rating T: Occasional language

Pairing(s): Mike/Eleven

Content:

Chill!Mike - not as nervous or fidgety 

Growing!El - has grown on her knowledge but still struggles with things

Limited telekinesis - she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt Mike so she keeps them to a minimum.

Enough fluff but probably not enough bc this is horrible and it’s my first request please spare ily anon

okay let’s DO THIS

(please enjoy it and thank you for the prompt) - Diagnosedblog

January 11th, 1985

7:40 PM

Jim & Jane Hopper Residence

“7-4-0.”

She read this and sighed. Hopper was nowhere to be found, and El was becoming very bored.

After what happened with the gate closing and the previous events, El had decided to simply relax and enjoy being able to sit down and breathe. She still had to hide for the remainder of the year so everyone made sure to keep her under wraps. However, things were no longer as hectic as they used to be and she could finally be with her family and friends. She had more time to be with Mike now and that was the cherry on top; spending time with him. Even a day without him seemed to be a struggle now that they were able to see each other. She had grown used to their separation, and she was glad it was over.

Hopper was out because apparently someone had taken a lawn mower from farmer Merrill’s shed and used it to mow obscene images into the free grass outside of his field. Merrill was absolutely furious and insisted that it was one of Eugene’s ‘hooligan friends’, and he refused to lay it to rest. Hopper went to go question Eugene, only to find out the same thing happened to him. Both men went to the station and were going off completely on one another, and Hopper had to stay to help calm them down and gather more details. He would be home at around 8:40 or 9, beeping “HOME BY NINE” in Morse code.

This left El free to do as she pleased and she didn’t mind, to begin with. She had eaten 7 Eggos, watched 10 soap operas, took 2 naps, read 4 magazines, and attempted to fix the broken radio (which proceeded to explode).

She lay there, dazed and still extremely bored. She no longer wanted the house to herself as she had nothing to do; she had no work to do because she was not yet enrolled in school, and she had already finished her daily practices (she was home-schooled at the moment). There was nothing interesting for her to (try) to read, and she had watched a majority of the soap operas on the television. Everything else was trash on a screen. El wanted Hopper to come home so he could teach her how to play board games tonight, but since he was out she had no guide. She didn’t understand the directions and playing without them was pointless, so she gave up. Board games aside, El really just wanted to call Mike and maybe talk to the Party (except Max - there was still bad blood there). She had trouble working the phone and also didn’t know the Wheeler’s number though, so there was no hope. She laid there, contemplating life.

Suddenly, there was an unfamiliar knock at the door. It wasn’t the secret knock, but it wasn’t alarming either. It was quiet yet simple. Almost as if this person was being cautious or trying to hide. El had been taught by Hopper to never open this door for anyone else under any circumstances and these rules still applied to her even after she no longer had to hide but this person didn’t seem threatening. She pondered on whether to hide and let the mysterious person leave, or just to crack the door open a  bit.

She decided to do neither and simply turned the porch light on, looking out of the window onto the porch. When she saw them her eyes grew wide and she quickly scurried to the door and opened it.

The mysterious person had been Mike. Having been grounded, he snuck out of his basement and took his bike up the trail to the woods, as he hadn’t seen El since Christmas Day in late December. They greeted each other with a hug.

“Hey, El.”

“Hey, Mike.”

Having Mike here really brightened up her mood. The boredom was starting to consume her, and she had been wanting to see him for a while, but now that he was here things were looking up; this night wouldn’t so boring after all.

“I brought you some chocolate candies since I know you like them. Maybe you can put them on your waffles.”

“Thanks, I will put them in the fridge. I’m too full to eat anything else.”

She smiled as she took them from his hand and headed to the kitchen. As she went to go put the chocolates away, she noticed Mike was still standing awkwardly at the door.

He noticed her puzzled face and grew flustered. “What’s wrong?”

“Why are you still standing? You may sit after all.”

“Oh. Right.”

She stifled a giggle. Even after knowing for 2 years he was still a nervous wreck, and she thought it sweet.

He quickly took a seat and casually watched the television. “I got the candy from Dustin - he had a bunch of chocolate left over from our last campaign.”

Dustin and leftover food was a suspicious combo. “Is it safe to eat?”

Mike laughed. “Yes, it is, this time at least. He had a bunch of other weird candy that no one wanted and tried to shove it at me, but I just threw it back at him because of no one like honeysuckers.”

This made her grin cheekily as she came up with an idea. As Mike stayed on the couch, she quietly went through the kitchen drawers until she found a pack of uneaten jelly beans. She turned back to him from behind and began to aim. A lift of her hand and a swift wave-

FLICK.

Mike felt the back of his head in confusion. It was something had been thrown at him, like a little piece of paper. He looked around and saw El in the kitchen, who had sneakily pretended to look for something in the pantry. He didn’t find any answers and decided to just ignore it. He impatiently waited for El on the couch. “Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“Oh, just potato crunches.” While she actually picked out 3 more jelly beans.

“Oh okay. I’ll just be here. On the couch still.”

“I’ll be in there just a second.”

THUMP.

Okay, now he knew he wasn’t imagining things. Three tiny objects had basically been launched at his head and he knew who was responsible.

“Hey!”

He turned to find her giggling like a giddy little girl while holding a whole jar of beans.

“Stop throwing candy at me!”

“No. It’s fun.”

She proceeded to launch 5 more beans, but Mike ducked quickly.

“Stop it!”

El just laughed. She was clearly enjoying this.

Seeing her laugh really lightened the mood for Mike. She had never laughed so fluidly before and he loved how happy she sounded. Wait, no. No candy fights - they would make a huge mess and El might break something.

Mike huffed. “Give me the bowl.”

“Nope.”

“Fine, I’ll just take it.”

He got up and walked towards, reaching for it when-

WOOSH.

The bowl was 7 feet in the air.

“El, give me the bowl.”

“No.”

Mike tried to jump for it, but she only lifted it higher.

“Please?”

Mike pleaded with his eyes, which she found charming but ineffective.

“Okay.”

He went for it as it was lowered and-

WOOSH - thump thump thump.

She had levitated it again, but tilted it, so that about 7 pieces fell on Mike’s head.

He looked at the pieces on the floor but kept his head down. He decided it was better to play along. If she wants to play dirty, we’ll play dirty, he thought, smiling to himself.

“Okay..since we’re doing this..” he said, still facing the floor.

He jolted to the kitchen, catching El off guard and thundered through the cabinet doors to find more candies. El grabbed more beans and began to hurl them at Mike but her attempts to slow him weren’t successful, as he found a whole bowl of candy.

“GAME ON!” he screamed as he threw the candy.

El shrieked as about 10 things of candy were hurled at her. At first, she was frightened because she didn’t want Mike to throw them too hard, but the fear subsided when he literally completely missed her and basically threw candy at the fridge.

She bee-lined out of the kitchen as Mike threw multiple piles of jelly beans, laughing maniacally. El suddenly remembered the whipped cream in the top drawer to the right, and she snatched it out when she got back to the kitchen. Mike’s face dropped at the speed of light, as the can was levitated and suddenly sprayed everywhere. The whole living room was soaked - it was snowing whip cream. Mike covered himself and bolted into her bedroom, slamming the door where he could shelter himself.

“Try and get me now!”

“Damn you, Michael!” She learned that one from Miss Wheeler.

She chuckled as she set the can down and sat at the door. Part of her was exhausted, but the other part of her could have done this forever.

Mike was sitting on the other side. “El?”

“Yes, Mike?”

“I just wanna say..” Suddenly the door opened and El flew to the ground.

“Hey!”

“I found the spare can!” He snickered as held it directly in front of her face. “You better run!” She quickly got off her feet and ran out of the room. That’s what she gets for sneaking the second can into her room.

They did these things all night, and Eleven was truly having a good time. Though she did love his calm and kind demeanor, she loved Mike like this too - fun-loving and wild.

They threw and used every piece of candy and junk they could get their hands on - Skittles (“Taste the rainbow sucker!”), chips, whipped cream, waffles, even a piece of cake. The floor was basically destroyed with cream and crushed candy and snacks. You would’ve thought someone sprayed the place with a fire hydrant, as the walls were splattered with everything from syrup to flour. The kids looked even worse - El was covered in everything from Eggo crumbs to cinnamon, and Mike looked even worse with sugar in his hair and a powder covered face, with whip cream up his nose. Eleven found this especially hilarious, especially when it came out whenever he sneezed. He looked so adorable when he wrinkled his nose.

“I don’t find anything funny about this.” He pouted.

“I do.”

He looked at her as she laughed and giggled. This time he was able to truly look at her. She looked so pretty even covered in sugar and messy smashed chocolate. Her smile was still infectious as hell, and Mike couldn’t help but stare. It made him happy to see her so happy and to have so much fun with her doing something so ridiculous. It amazed him that this was the girl he loved, but he didn’t regret it in the least.

El loved that Mike had gone from being the party pooper to being the life of the party in just a matter of jelly beans. She hadn’t expected him to get into so quickly, or to have so much fun. It was so adventurous; throwing Skittles and Hershey’s and expired candy that elderly people gave you and pouring flour all over the place. The whipped cream was the best part - Mike has sprayed directly at her and running all the place had been a pure blast. She was basically in confectionery bliss; the boy of her dreams was acting crazy with her and enjoying every second of it.

She happily munched on a skittle she found in her pocket while continuing to think about it.

“I thought you were full.”

“Well, I’m not anymore, so haha.”

Mike let out a weird giggle that caused her to laugh quietly. Another great thing about him - his weird giggle. It sounded very odd, but it was still contagious. It was beautiful in its own way.

“El?”

“Yes?”

“I had a really great time with you. I thought we were just gonna watch TV, but this is way better.” He pointed to the ceiling, which was dripped with fresh cake dough. They had basically used everything in the kitchen.

“It would be funny if that fell on you.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it would.”

“I think it will.”

“I bet you 10 bucks it won’t.”

“I don’t have 10 bucks.”

“Better find some.”

“Hmph.”

They quietly laid there, eyeing the fan to see if the cake stuff would actually fall. It did.

Eleven was in pure giggle fits as Mike wiped soggy cake mix off his face.

“You get some too!” He laughed as he slathered some on her.

“Gross!” She exclaimed

Mike cackled. “I’ll get it off just wait.”

“No, let me get it.” She said as he attempted to get up and wipe it off.“No, I got it just let me-”

He stopped as their faces got closer together, blushing very hard. Mike hadn’t realized he was that close to her when he went to focus on the cake mix and he had crawled in between her legs. He thought of getting out of her personal space so not to seem rude, but he didn’t do this. Instead, he leaned in, slowly but surely, and placed a small peck on her lips. They were soft even while dirty, and very comforting. It tasted like sugar and passion. It sounded corny, but it was the most honest he could’ve been. He almost kissed her again and then he realized what he was doing.

“I-I’m sorry. I should’ve given you a heads up, that was rude-”

Mike was interrupted by the crashing of lips onto his. El smiled as she held him in a smooth, but short little kiss, full of affection and silliness. She’d never kissed him like this before; the kiss was either really emotional or just rushed, but this was different. It was more joyful, more giddy and playful. Mike enjoyed it.

She pulled back and saw that Mike’s eyes were closed. He must’ve really liked it because he didn’t open them until she snapped her fingers.

“Mike?”

“Huh? Oh. I’m okay.” He chuckled nervously. El frowned; she didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable.

“I apologize.”

“What? No! It was amazing. I mean.. Really good. Cool. Yeah.”

She grinned at the nervous goof in front of her. “I love you, Mike. I really do.”

Mike smiled, face as red as a tomato. “I really do, too. Love you, that is.”

El laid back down, resting herself as Mike regained his composure. All the excitement had tired her out.

She felt Mike’s fingers intertwine with her, and instantly felt at ease. His soft, warm hands served as a forgiveness for the mess they had made, and both children blissfully fell asleep.

Eleven woke up first. She had had a very good nap, albeit on the floor, and she turned to see Mike still knocked out. He was cute while he slept; the silent breathing and the way he would slightly twitch here and there. She decided to get and check the time to see if Hopper was close. She immediately panicked.

“8-3-0! No! Dad is going to be furious!”

Mike groggily awoke. “What time is it?” Then he saw the clock.

“Shit! We only have 30 minutes to clean this whole house!’

Fear started to set in as the two realized the severity of their mess. Everything was basically vandalized with dry and sticky food as well as littered with candy.

“What am I going to do?” El mumbled to herself sadly.

“I’ll help you clean up. We have to hurry though.”

She perked up. “Of course. I will get the broom.”

“I’ll get the mop. Then we’ll do what else is necessary. Let’s go!”

They spent the next 25 minutes cleaning up what they could. It was definitely grueling; you would’ve thought there was a supernatural war going on, as paper towels and brooms and cleaning supplies flew back and forth along the house. It gave Mike a lot to keep up with and Eleven several nosebleeds and a big headache, but it had to be done.

At about 8:55 PM, the work was finally finished. Mike had just vacuumed the last of the candy, and after putting back in the closet, collapsed on the now clean couch as El sat there in her blankie, popcorn in hand (the only thing not used in the food battle). He looked at her with tired eyes and scoffed. “You get to sit there and eat while I clean. I’m underappreciated.” El playfully rolled her eyes at her silly boy. He smiled at her, all teeth, as they held hands until Mike decided it was time to leave. “I love you,” he said as he enclosed her in a tight hug. “I love you too, Mike.” She returned the hug warmly, and then he quickly got on his bike and peddled home.

Hopper came home shortly after Mike had biked home so he didn’t know the boy had been there. He didn’t notice anything at first, though he did note the house seemed cleaner than usual. “Hey, kid. I trust you been good.” He ruffled his daughter’s hair and let out a sigh of relief at finally getting home. “You been anywhere today?” “No.” “Good. Don’t want you to be in any danger out there.” He said gruffly as he rummaged through the fridge. Then he noticed it - the Eggos was completely gone. He turned back to Eleven who was completely lost in the television, holding the empty box. “Did you eat this whole thing?” She turned to face him and for a brief second Hopper saw worry in her eyes. “Umm…yes.”

He grew suspicious quickly. “Why?”

“…I was hungry.”

“There was plenty of leftover food.”

“It looked gross.” A blatant lie. The food actually was delicious, but she had eaten the waffles first and was too full to get to it.

Hopper grew irritated. “C’mon kid we talked about this. You can’t not eat just because it doesn’t look good. It’s still good for you, you can’t live off of waffles, alright?”

She nodded understandingly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just eat real food next time.” He started to walk towards his room when he noticed the fan was on but was going really slowly. He flicked it off, and El heard a strange gooey noise. Then she remembered: she’d forgotten to get the fan!

Hopper took note of the house again and walked back towards her, perplexed. “Hey, kid did you clean the house-”

SCHLOOP.

Sticky, soggy cake dough. All over him. Hopper stood there for a moment, pondering whatever it was that hit him when he realized it. “My cake mix?” She stayed awkwardly silent.

“Why in the hell was this on the ceiling?” He growled, turning to his daughter accusingly.

El didn’t know whether to feel bad for him or laugh at how he looked covered in dough.

“I can explain.”

Hopper slowly wiped it from his face. “Oh trust me. You will.”

As he went to go clean himself off, El recapped the evening’s events. She knew she would be in deep trouble. She didn’t care much though.

She remembered the fun she had and how much she had loved being with Mike that whole time. Throwing food, running around, sleeping on the floor, cake dough on Mike’s face; it was all brilliant.

A word she’d learned from Flo at the station. Perfect to describe the night.

Wait.

Mike owed her ten dollars.

Fun fact: Potato crunches are her weird names for potato chips. Just so you know lmao.