#but i usually go to sleep at 2am! this day is throwing my schedule all out of whack

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I have to wake up at 4am (five hours from now) and work a six hour shift. I'm going to get less hours of sleep than I work. And personally, I don't think anyone should have to work at 5am. I think that's cruel and unusual punishment. A person that normally wakes up at 11am (me) should not have to do a shift that ends at 11am.

[corithecorgi]

I love how going to bed later somehow makes me wake up earlier it’s so fun

[munsonsreputation]

ok, ok, envision it, #4 taylor prompt:

steve harrington; i wish you would

congrats on reaching that milestone love! 🫶🏻💖

elizabeth!!!!

my apologies that it took me so long to get to your request 😭😭 i hope i was still able to do it justice and i hope you love it!!

"i wish you would" is one of my fave tracks off 1989 and im so ready for the rerecord of it!! it's also sooo steve harrington encoded -- i hope you like my twist of angsty fluffiness!!!

It was 2AM — too late of a time for either of you to be awake right now.

But Steve was on the other side of the door.

And you were also on the other side of the door.

Just an old wooden door separating the two of you but no one daring to make the first move and open it all because it came down to one thing—pride.

You and Steve had a hell of a lot of pride, which often led to stupid arguments over the dumbest things. Usually, the fight would resolve in a matter of minutes, if not maybe hours. Arguments never exceeded days or weeks—that was until now.

It was safe to say that outside your relationship, you each had lives consisting of managing a VHS store and yours filled with busy days at college completing a very stressful internship. The only time the two of you would get to kick back and relax is when you came home to each other. Spending the winding days in bed or lazily making dinner before falling asleep in each other arms on the couch.

Either way, it was both your and Steve’s preferred way of living.

That is until life got a bit too real and hectic, leading the two of you to spend less time together and more time on different schedules.

Family Video had incorporated a new tracking system which caused Steve to need to stay back later, trying to work through the stupid software so that the opening shift didn’t call him the next morning complaining about it not working.

Your internship was taking a toll on you mentally, requiring you to get up earlier than usual and head to campus in order to get work done before the day ended. Your colleague in the program had totally ghosted you, leaving you to pick up the slack when you weren’t quite sure how much of it you could carry alone.

By the time Steve got home, you were already asleep.

And by the time he woke up you were already gone.

The place you two shared didn’t even feel like a home anymore. Just simply a place where you two were in passing of each other before going off to live completely closed off lives. Suddenly, the energy just shifted, as if the two of you were now a crooked love with no idea where this was headed.

It was brutal for both of you, but of course it was always easier to blame each other instead of figuring out how to work past it. It didn’t help that the both of you were quick with your words, always biting back at one another with insults that neither of you really meant, just being used in the moment to deflect.

It blew up last week when you and Steve had both woken up late. The home phone blaring with calls from Family Video and Robin paging Steve every second. The alarm clock in your bedroom ringing sharply jolting the two of you awake.

Maybe it was the morning grumpiness combined with the exhaustion you two were facing, but either way it resulted in an early morning argument that was like a train running off the tracks.

“When’s the last time we even had dinner together?” You asked sharply as you combed your hair in the bathroom mirror.

Steve lifted his head after he spat out the toothpaste, glaring at you in the reflection. “It’s not my fault that by the time I get home you’re already passed out on the couch. What do you want me to do? Haul your half asleep body into the kitchen and force you to make spaghetti with me?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your comb back into the drawers, slamming it shut as you walked away from him, though he was hot on your heels, still going on.

“Or wait do you want me to take you to Enzo’s so you can sleep in a booth while I eat never ending breadsticks?”

He watched you fling open the closet doors, grabbing a jacket and throwing it over your outfit, before you stared pointedly at him, “You’re such a fucking dick, Steven!”

“Oh, so I’m the dick now? How about the last time we had an actual conversation with each other that wasn’t just hi, hello, and bye?”

You brushed past him, bending to pick up your backpack and sling it over your shoulder. He reached into the closet, grabbing his vest and throwing it on before following you down the hallway and into the living room.

“Seems like we’re having one right now.” You muttered, grabbing your keys on the coffee table.

“Sure does,” He sighed, reaching for his own car keys.

That morning the two of you went your separate ways, starting off the day on a bad foot with nothing but hatred. But the two of you could never ever hate each other.

That wasn’t what your love was.

It was never formed from hate or thrived off of it.

It was supposed to be the kind that was always understanding and working together, but that was a standard that you knew you and Steve just weren’t capable of all the time.

The two of you were bringing less than a hundred percent to the table combined. There had to be some kind of compromise, a way for it to be settled, but of course, this was just something that was going to get dragged on until you both felt like putting your pride aside and taking the first step.

That fight was the catalyst that led the two of you here. Still standing on the other side of the door—your shared bedroom door that is.

For the past week, Steve was out on the couch while you occupied the bedroom. Not that you kicked him out or banned him from sleeping in bed with you, but you had gotten home the night after the fight and he was already home, knocked out asleep on the couch.

So you left him there, and since then that’s where he slept.

You couldn’t say you felt good about it because you didn’t. His back was probably all sorts of fucked up from cramming himself to sleep somewhat comfortably on that couch. And you had certainly missed his presence beside you in the middle of the night.

Steve didn’t know why he kicked himself out, probably just so you could both get some space and cool off, but he hadn’t meant for it to go on for this long. He missed kissing your forehead goodnight when he finally got home, and he certainly missed the way you’d do the same when you had to leave in the morning.

Right now, it just felt like a lot of yearning for one another because neither of you could remember what you were fighting for in the first place.

For pride?

For ego?

For what?

All you both wanted to do was just give each other the tightest hug and longest kiss because you missed each other that much.

You wanted to cry to him, to tell him that your stupid internship was driving you insane and all you really wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be ok.

Steve wanted to vent to you over how stupid that damn tracking system was and how it was driving him up the walls and all he really needed right now was your encouragement to keep going.

He was probably asleep.

You were probably asleep.

Maybe it could wait until morning?

If either of you opened the door to see the other sleeping, it would just make you both want to turn back around and run from actually waking the other to apologize. It was best to just run back under the blankets and wait until you were both awake.

But honestly, the both of were just too exhausted and missing each other to even be mad anymore.

Fuck it…this couldn’t wait and neither of you was going to let it drag on.

“Baby,”

“Babe,”

The two of you stared at each other dumbfounded as if you were ghosts, but it didn’t last long as Steve quickly wrapped his arms around your back, pulling your body into his as you draped your arms around his neck, gluing yourself to him.

“I missed you.” You murmured into the juncture of his jaw and neck.

He could feel the heat of your breath fanning against his skin, a trickle of tears following suit only making him hold you tighter.

“I missed you more…and I’m sorry for being a dick.” He said, breathing in the smell of your hair and he whispered into it.

You sniffled, shaking your head the best you could in his hold, before he loosened, allowing you to look up at him through your watery eyes.

“I’m sorry too…I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I was just so stressed and I missed you too much to tell you how I was really feeling and I—”

He smiled softly at you, letting his thumb brush your tears away as he shook his head, “I did the same, baby. I just wished we didn’t solve it that morning…it would’ve prevented whatever the fuck happened last week.”

You laughed quietly, nodding your head in agreement. “I know. I wished we would have.”

“We can now.” Steve suggested, holding your face in your hands.

You smiled, sniffling once more before letting one of your hands rest on his cheek, “Yeah we can.”

Your lips finally connected after what seemed like a lifetime away. A reminder that while the love you and Steve shared wasn’t always picture perfect, it was certainly something that you both were always going to come back to.

You were each other’s person.

The other half you wanted to go to with all of life’s joys and upsets.

Together.

Sure, maybe you both pushed each other’s buttons way too easily, but it was the love that made the two of you come rushing back to each other.

Because when it mattered and came down to it, you and Steve could never live without each other — no matter the distance or even the stupid internship or job you each had.

Right here and right now, it was all good.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

messed up internal clock ~ aaron tveit

word count: 1861

request?: yes!

“If you write smut, Aaron Tveit smut?? Otherwise non-smut is good too! Preferably Female reader. Love your work!!”

description: after night shoots have his internal clock messed up, and an unbearable neediness for intimacy, they decide to have a late night quickie to tame both of their needs

pairing: aaron tveit x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

It became evident very quickly that the night shoots were fucking up Aaron’s internal clock.

The filming was never meant to go on into the night. One on day of shooting they were having trouble getting the right shot and ended up filming until 1am. Due to this, they had to delay the early morning shoot the next morning so everyone could be well rested. Then that day of filming went until 2am again, and then the next day’s filming had to be pushed. It was an endless cycle until they decided they’d permanently move the schedule to be afternoons and into the night.

At first, Aaron could come home tired and worn and would go right to bed, but soon enough his body grew used to this new schedule. He’d come home after filming and stay up for another few hours before his body finally felt ready to go to sleep. Then he’d sleep right up until he was scheduled to go to set again. On his off days, he’d sleep nearly all day and be up all night.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t anything new for him, he had a messed up sleep schedule before. It came with being an actor. Now, however, it wasn’t just him being affected by this. It was was his girlfriend as well. Due to his work schedule, Aaron didn’t get to spend a lot of time with (Y/N). Either he was constantly filming or constantly sleeping. Although she’d never complain about it, Aaron knew it wasn’t easy on her.

On one of the final nights of shooting, Aaron arrived home around 3am, as usual, and silently shut the door. He made his way to their shared bedroom to find that (Y/N) was already sound asleep. He sighed in slight frustration at his own lack of exhaustion. He didn’t want to disturb her but he also knew he wasn’t ready to lay in bed just yet, so Aaron decided to grab a quick shower before trying to sleep.

The hot water running over his aching body felt heavenly. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to take such a physically taxing role, but he kept reminding himself that it would be over soon. Just a few more days before he could relax for a long time and spend his days with (Y/N), preferably in bed.

Thinking of spending the day in bed with her caused Aaron to picture (Y/N) laid under him, her hair splayed across the pillow and her eyes full of lust gazing up at him. He pictured her hands running over his body, nails digging into his back every now and then, and her legs wrapped around his hips. He could almost hear the intoxicating moans falling from her lips, followed by his name every so often. He groaned as he felt himself becoming hard.

It had been so long since he and (Y/N) were able to be intimate. The difference in sleep schedules plus his filming schedule and her work schedule left very little time for them to do anything else besides sleep and sometimes eat together. It was another one of Aaron’s biggest frustrations with the whole situation.

He stood in the shower for a while, head back to allow the water to wash over him, his eyes closed as he continued to picture (Y/N). His hand wrapped around the base of his dick and he moaned as he began to pump himself a few times, the small action alone sending chills of pleasure through his body. He tried to keep his moans and whimpers as silent as he could in fear of being too loud and waking (Y/N), but it was hard to do when this was the first moment of pleasure he had been able to have in quite some time.

He imagined it was (Y/N)’s hand wrapped around him, pumping him ever so slowly. He remembered the first time she had done it: they were sat together watching a movie and she just slipped her hand into his pants. The forwardness alone had almost made him cum in his sweatpants, but he had managed to hold out until she pulled his hard cock from his pants and stuck it in her mouth.

He was so lost in the pleasure he was feeling that he didn’t hear the shower door open, or the sound of clothes being discarded on the floor. It wasn’t until he heard the shower curtain move that his eyes popped open to find (Y/N)’s naked body joining him in the shower.

“Fuck,” he said, trying his best to hiding his throbbing erection. “I-I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No,” (Y/N) responded, shaking her head. “I just woke up and heard the shower running. I was going to wait until you got out, but then I heard you were having some fun without me.”

Aaron was glad the water was so hot or else (Y/N) might’ve been able to tell that he was blushing. “I-I just...just wanted to - ”

(Y/N) was nodding along as if she were listening, but while she looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes, she began lowering herself onto her knees. Aaron watched, his words fizzling out in his throat, as she took the base of his dick in her hand and the tip in her mouth. The sensation of her warm lips sucking on the tip made him throw his head back and let out a low moan.

She bobbed her head a few times, taking him deeper and deeper with every stroke, until his dick was nearly touching the back of her throat. She placed the hand that wasn’t around him on his chest, digging her nails into him and slowly moving them downwards, leaving angry red marks on his chest and stomach. Aaron took a handful of her hair, helping her to take a slower pace so he wouldn’t finish before he wanted to.

He placed his other hand against the shower wall, trying to steady himself. His legs already felt like jelly and he felt like he could collapse at any moment. The feeling of (Y/N)’s tongue gliding across his hard dick was driving him absolutely wild.

When she pulled her head back, Aaron pulled on her hair to pull her away from him. She looked up at him, expectantly, which made his dick twitch with anticipation.

“Up,” he told her. She smiled and excitedly got to her feet. With his hand still in her hair, he pulled her to him so he could kiss her deeply. He slipped the other hand between them so he could start playing with her clit. The moment his fingers touched it, she gasped, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She nodded, her words stuck in her throat. Aaron smirked to himself before continuing to kiss her. He loved when he could make her speechless.

He ran his fingers between her wet folds, teasing her entrance with his fingers a few times. Every time he got close, or would seem like he was about to put them inside of her, then would pull back, (Y/N) would whimper against his lips. It was so hot to see her so needy for him after so long.

Aaron pulled away from the kiss so he could spin (Y/N) around. He bent her forward so her hands were pressed against the shower wall and positioned himself with her opening. He pushed himself inside of her slowly, making sure to give her time to adjust to him inside of her. She gasped and moaned as she felt him inside of her, a feeling she had missed dearly the past few months.

Aaron wanted to take it slow to make the moment last, but he had been so pent up that he could hardly control himself now that he was inside of her. He grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting at a steady pace, the sound of their wet skin colliding against one another the only thing filling the room. (Y/N)’s back arched almost instinctively as she threw her head back in pleasure. Aaron’s fingers were digging into her hips in a way that she knew would cause bruises, but she didn’t really care. She would wear any marks he left on her with pride.

“God, I’ve missed this pussy,” Aaron moaned. “I almost forgot what it felt like to be inside of you.”

“I’ve missed you inside of me, too,” (Y/N) gasped between moans. “I’ve tried to replicate the feeling, but none of my toys can make me feel as good as you do.”

Aaron pulled (Y/N)’s hair so her back was touching his chest. “You’ve been playing with yourself without me? Naughty girl.”

(Y/N) smiled up at him. “I have to do something while you’re away. I have needs, Aaron.”

Aaron smiled back at her and kissed her before returning her to the position she had been in.

Despite wanting it to last so much longer, Aaron felt himself twitching inside of her. He was so close and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back any longer. Before he could voice this, though, (Y/N) managed to stutter out, “I-I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Cum on my dick, baby,” Aaron encouraged. “I wanna feel how good I make you.”

His dirty words of encouragement were enough to push (Y/N) off the edge. She screamed his name so loud Aaron was almost sure the neighbors heard her. He felt her walls contracting around him, which was enough to also help him reach his own climax.

(Y/N) leaned against the wall, her legs shaking and her eyes suddenly feeling heavy. Neither had noticed the water had gone cold around them until that moment. Aaron carefully slipped himself out of her and turned off the shower. He offered his towel to (Y/N), wrapping it around her wet body and carrying her back to their bed. He retrieved another towel for himself so he could dry off his body before joining her in bed.

The moment he was under the covers, (Y/N) rolled over to cuddle into him.

“I miss you,” she admitted. It was the first time she had said it outloud.

“I know,” Aaron sighed. “I miss you, too. But filming is almost over. I’m planning on taking a nice long break when it is over.”

(Y/N) smiled although she knew Aaron couldn’t see it through the darkness. “I hope you know I’ll never let you leave again if you do.”

Aaron chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You say that as if I’d complain. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be held hostage by you in this bed.”

(Y/N) giggled. Her eyes were beginning to grow heavy and she struggled to fight against them. “Goodnight, Aaron.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

And for the first time in months, Aaron actually felt tired enough to fall asleep with (Y/N).

[realcube]

waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara,  oikawa,  kageyama 

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream- 

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo- 

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day 

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you 

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’ 

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying 

he’d never admit it though- 

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game 

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’ 

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’ 

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces 

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’  you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go 

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’ 

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life 

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no- 

well, yes; he wants to 

but when you wake him at 1AM 

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc  sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’ 

then he goes back to sleep 

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover 

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place 

and you made a race out of it 

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it? 

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is  

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest 

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’ 

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night? 

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses) 

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge 

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets 

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied 

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

 ‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’ 

[cherrehx]

okay so its 2am right now and I just thought of something really cute hhhh, so basically, how would kaminari, kirishima, todoroki and bakugou react to finding ship art or something of them and their crush?? I love your writing btw, it's so awesome 💕💕

super long wait, i know. half of this was written when bnha was still my hyperfixation, hence why it's one shots. the headcanons were written now, because i felt bad leaving out denki and eijirou. -cherry

katsuki bakugō:

it was just after nine in the afternoon. katsuki had already gone to sleep as per usual, though tonight he was rudely interrupted by loud knocking on his room's door.

"the hell do you want, loser?!", he shouted, still unsure of who was even at his door. everyone knew by now not to disturb him, so who dared to do so anyways?

getting out of bed and proceeding to open the door, the ash blond was slightly less angered when he saw eijirou standing there. said red head looked frantic because of something. bakugou honestly didn't even want to know what had got him so distraught, but he knew he wouldn't get his well deserved sleep otherwise,

"spit it out, shitty hair."

"we were looking at pictures from the sports festival online and we found something that you should maybe see for yourself!", eijirou started, realizing that he wasn't getting his friend's attention, so he added, "it's about you and (y/n)!"

kirishima was the only one that knew about bakugou's secret crush on you. that's why he wasn't laughing like everyone else in the common room; because what they found may cause complications.

after kirishima had mentioned your name, bakugou was swiftly jogging towards where almost all of his class was sitting gathered around a laptop, which seemed to be mina's, judging by all the leopardy and pink stickers on it.

"out of the way extras!", katsuki stomped over to see what all the fuss was about. from the corner of his eye he saw how you were cowering next to one of the couches, face covered by your hands. at first he couldn't understand why, but when he saw a particular piece of artwork displayed on the laptop screen, he figured you were just majorly embarrassed.

the art that his class found on google was from somebody's blog that was all about the 'heroes of the future!'. needless to say, the blog didn't only deal with the heroes, but also the relationships of them. ever since an encounter at the sports festival that a lot of people saw and shared around, you and bakugou had become a popular so called ship. (the girls explained that 'ship' didn't mean anything related to boats when they teased you about mentioned moment in front of him.)

katsuki couldn't help but feel embarrassed himself, but he also had to keep his cool to not seem suspicious. looking at the drawing of you and him one more time, the ash blond walked over to you, ignoring anything his class was saying.

"(y/n), you ok?", he crouched down to your level, poking your head once. his only response was a quiet hum, followed by a hiccup. worried, katsuki grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you outside the dorm.

the air was nice, not too hot, nor too cold. a light wind was blowing as the moon shone brightly.

bakugou gave you a little space and some time to calm down. when you did, he was quick to ask,

"what's the matter? did you get THAT embarrassed by it?"

you shook your head no. it was something more, but was this the right time to tell him?

"i was really embarrassed at first.", you started, "but then i thought about something and cried."

"about what?", the usually loud boy asked softly. silence was all he got for a good minute until you finally responded,

"you know how they say 'life imitates art'? i really wish it w-was like that..."

now you were the one getting silence as a response. did you really just say that?

"idiot, being all cryptic and shit.", katsuki tried to stay calm, even if he was freaking out on the inside, "if you want a kiss you can have it."

shōto todoroki:

mr. aizawa's classes had a pretty strict schedule most of the time: first the class would get an assignment, that they'd do until said teacher falls asleep. after that, everyone would quietly - in order to not wake up aizawa - do anything they want, really.

for shouto this was more or less just plainly boring, as he was one of the few students that actually did what they had to. he'd finish his work and then wait, because he had nothing else to do. he was most likely to bother midoriya, but today he was very into whatever he was writing down in his little book. so shouto settled for observing the classmates behaviour. well, rather your behaviour.

the half and half boy knew it was weird, but he liked watching you. he liked seeing you, especially when you were happy and smiling. todoroki knew what these 'symptoms' were, but he wanted everything to stay as it was for now.

why he had caught those feelings, he didn't know. he figured it was the way you stood out. you didn't get lost in between the others and he liked that.

while todoroki was deep in thought, ashido had walked over to your desk, where you were doing the assignment in peace and quiet,

"(y/n), look! the other's and i thought about how todoroki always stares at you so intensely, so we created these shipnames! which one do you like better?"

you looked at the paper or rather the newly created words and little pictures drawn by some of your classmates and immediately turned red. flailing your hands around a little, you lied,

"none of these, i don't...like todoroki in that way."

mina looked a tad upset at that, but she understood, nodded and walked back to her table. you sort of felt bad, having killed her excitement, but you didn't need anyone knowing about your secret crush on the stoic one.

speaking of the stoic one, he couldn't hear anything you and mina had talked about. he only saw her walking over, showing you something and you freaking out and sending her away. needless to say, he was curious what had caught you off guard so much. when shouto saw mina throwing away that suspicious piece of paper, he decided to look at it when class ended. even if he thought sticking his hand in the trash was a little gross.

the end of class came sooner than expected. shouto was packing his bag slower than usual, waiting until everyone had left. after they did, he skipped over to the trash can, pulling out the latest addition: a piece of paper that embarrassed (y/n)!

he stuffed it in his bag and carried on walking to his dorm room, where he finally felt safe looking at it, " 'ship names'? why would they want to name a boat after (y/n) and i?", he asked himself, before a certain doodle on the page explained your reaction and the girls' name-mixing. even shouto couldn't help but react in some way, thinking about said doodle happening in real life. that's when he got startled by a knock on his door.

"hey, todoroki. i know you always do your work in class, so i thought i'd come and ask you about...", you drifted off, seeing the light blush on his cheeks and his fire side burning, "...umm, am i interrupting something?"

he was hiding a piece of paper behind his back. you could see just the corner of it, but that was enough for you to identify what paper it was.

"didn't take you for the nosey type.", you akwardly laughed in order to drown out your embarrassment.

"sorry, i got curious.", he looked unusually upset, averting his heterochromatic eyes and letting his arms drop on his sides. you confirmed the paper was indeed the one that mina showed you earlier.

"did you dislike it a lot?", shouto asked without thinking.

now it was your turn to blush.

denki kaminari:

-ok hear me out

-his love language has to be physical touch

-so naturally, when you guys and the rest of the bakusquad had a sleepover, you cuddled

-platonically of course (even though both of you had feelings for one another, but shh)

-oh, but mina couldn't let this one slip

-she HAD to take a picture

-in the morning, when you were still only half awake, mina ecstatically showed her phone into your face

-"LOOK, (Y/N), YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!"

-queue embarrassed (y/n) and denki

eijirō kirishima:

-i feel like with him, you had been like childhood friends

-and back in the day, you guys were all like

-"i'm gonna marry you when i'm older!"

-so you engraved a little "eijirō & (y/n)" into a tree

-years and years later you guys go back to that spot

-just because you wanted to reminisce the good old days

-you guys find the carvings

-"you know, (y/n), i still haven't changed my mind."

-"what do you mean, eijirou?"

-"i'd still marry you."

[leahseclipse]

Thnks fr th Mmrs - (Event Fic)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Not that I am aware of. (Please let me know if something should be added later on.)

Summary: Just two idiots in love, but none of them have the guts to say it. Eventually one of them will do it, a bit late tho- but, better now than never.

A/N: HELLO!! Here I am, roughly one month after my last fic, this work got all of us busy, which lead to a bit of panic on the last days, but (I think) we made it all in one piece.

This work is part of the Fic Swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins, with the help of @sunlight-moonrise! I’ve had the opportunity to write for @spencer-reid-in-a-pool- which is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I love her so so so so much. This was awesome to do. (And yeah, for those who got the ref, the title is from one of fob's songs. I had NO other idea and found this one cool.)

Word Count: 8.7k

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        As much as I wished for it not to haunt me another day— I still had this one problem, written into my brain with bright red ink, unwashable, as it seemed.

I hated to recall that it still remained there, as if it was an unsolved case that someone would have put into archives and brought back up when they were clearing out the shelves.

Unfortunately, it didn’t get lost, I just forgot it was there, and my brain had the wonderful idea of presenting it back to me.

I appreciate it. That was— quite nice.

It wasn’t that I hated it, I just didn’t like the thought of having to deal with it at barely eight in the morning, just before actually dealing with the problem itself— in person.

That problem—couldn’t be someone else but the only one Spencer Reid, the resident genius of the team, or the baby sibling for some of my co-workers.

Once again, I do not dislike him, on the contrary, he’s one the closest person I have in my life to this day, I wouldn’t imagine my life without him.

The problem is mainly directed towards the love, sentimental kind of problem.

Especially when the concerned person isn’t aware of it.

It gets complicated when you can’t even hide your feelings when they’re near.

I get all nervous and weird when he’s in sight, the proofs are right there.

 I remember them all, from the time I broke a mug when I tried to reach it as he was talking or when I almost fell down the stairs when he came in to work one day, looking like a literal god— and wasn’t even aware of it, the list keeps going on for miles.

And I’m still there, sitting with my feelings, waiting for something to happen.

I’m not even sure that he feels the same way. 

I’m here, admiring him, thinking about what could happen if I could resolve myself to talk about it, if he felt the same way, but strangely and for an unknown reason; I can’t.

This issue has been happening all week, the last one, and probably the whole month.

It took me time to figure it out myself.

I only saw us as two good friends at first; we’d hang out together, had the same hobbies, have long conversations without caring about the time, to the point that people would think that we were together.

But I guess that I never realized that he could be more than just a good friend.

And as it couldn’t be more complicated, in these cases, if none out of the two dares to make a move, or talk, it won’t go much further.

Which is exactly what’s been happening at this moment..

I’ve been liking him for a while now, and my brain doesn’t know to do anything else but attack me with as many questions they can come up with at the same time whenever I dare to think about it. 

What if he does like me, but only as a friend? 

Is it going to be awkward between us?

Am I going to lose my friendship with him because of that?

What if he says no? 

What am I left with? My stupid feelings that will keep wandering around, reminding me of my love failure?

If all of these are the things waiting for me till I decide to stop bottling it up, I better have to solve that, soon.

But at the same time, if I take a glance at the negative side, I’m just thinking that it’d be better to keep our friendship as it is, and just pretend as if he’s only a good friend I’m quite close with, not a possible lover.

Since when did I allow myself to see him as that? I wasn’t doing that before.

What caused my feelings to suddenly appear?

He’s always been nice to me, as with everyone else he’s close with, and as far as I’m aware of it, no one’s been in my situation.

If it ever happened, I’m sure that it was purely platonic and didn’t go as far as I’m at.

It’s as bad as a math problem.

Kind of ironic, considering I both suck at figuring out how to say I love someone, deal with feelings, all that love stuff; and at maths.

But, as I think about it further, he didn’t do anything to keep me from crushing on him either, even if he probably didn’t do it because he liked me.

There’s a 50% possibility.

He’d take me in his arms to reassure me, help me with paperwork when I was tired, offer to drive me home, re-filled my mug for me, act close, and by close- not as close as he is with the others.

A different kind of close.

So...who wouldn’t think that way, that he could like me?

He could possibly like me, but about that, I don’t have a single clue to know if he really does.

I do want to try to ask him, in one way or another, but the thing is that , if he doesn’t like me, what is going to happen next? 

Awkward silence? 

Is he going to try to reject me as nicely as possible to not hurt my feelings?

It could be really nice if anything would help me to make all of this mess any clearer.

I don’t want to end up drawing away from him because I can’t help but be in love with him whenever I look at him, but at the same time, I can’t say that I am, in case he’s not in love with me.

Spencer’s one of the most important people in my life; I wouldn’t imagine a day where I wouldn’t talk to him, and even if we’re busy, I try to say hi to him, at least.

I can’t quite imagine not having him ramble about his favorite subject, happy as hell because I’m interested, listening to him, and even participating in it.

I don’t want all of this to stop because of a mistake I could cause.

So, this week will be the one.

I’ll somehow resolve myself to bring up the subject.

I’m sure he’ll understand, he knows me better than anyone else in the whole team, has always been there when I needed someone, he’s always listened when I needed to talk, he helped me out with a lot of issues.

He’s always been understanding, whether the issue would concern him or not, so this shouldn’t be a big problem.

It’ll be fine.

I just have to relax sometimes.

I’m stressing out too much, and I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t stress that much about that, or any subject he might think about.

I even wonder if Spencer already noticed the changes in my behavior and is just waiting for me to talk about it because he doesn’t dare to talk about it as well.

He could feel the same way.

He could.

There’s a chance, a good one, I guess.

It can end well, and I have to keep thinking about the good outcome.

There’s no way he’d react badly, I know him,— Spencer is not the kind of guy to do that, in general.

I trust him on that.

So, today...or later, will be the right one.

It’ll go well.

It’ll be win or lose, basically.

I sighed as I looked at myself for the hundredth time for the past ten minutes, finally resolving myself to leave the apartment before I’d end up being late.

Which isn’t something I’d like to happen.

My ‘love problem’ counts as at least ten problems more than getting yelled at by a superior (if I’m not overreacting, at least) so I don’t really need that to happen, on top of that.

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I have never been delighted to walk into the office, only to find paperwork from last week waiting for me.

We usually had the whole ‘Garcia runs into the office and throws papers at us before we gather in the conference room and immediately go on a jet at whatever unpleasant hour’ or just purely lazy days where none of us have the strength for any kind of celebration.

But today happened to be a calm one, we just had to do whatever task we had left to do before we can allow ourselves to go back home to either sleep all day to fix our long broken sleep schedule, or do whatever event we might come with, such as dates or trying to find a guy in a party, for some of us.

It’s nice that we don’t have to worry about when we’ll be able to come back to work, we just go in, do our task and go home at whatever hour, a decent one.

I’d say that this happened to be more than convenient -in a way- for Spencer and I.

More time for talking, hanging out together, mostly what we do when not on an active case.

If I’m not mistaken, I think that I may have heard one of them saying that we were dating because of how frequently we’d be found together.

I did want to say we were dating as a joke, but I was afraid that it’d end up being awkward after that if- as said earlier when I woke up-, he didn’t feel the same.

But at the same time, whether he feels the same way or not, I don’t really have a reason to think about that as Spencer wouldn’t react badly.

Knowing him, he’d probably play along.

At my arrival at the bureau; everyone was scattered a bit around; which wasn’t to be seen on a case day, usually.

We just had to hope we wouldn't have a surprise case to ruin it all.

As I greeted everyone before settling at my desk, I noticed one person missing.

Spencer wasn't usually late, so...I didn't really know what might make him late.

Knowing him, he may have woken up late because he had watched tv till 2AM, and ran to the coffee shop to not look dead at his arrival. 

Yep, that’s him.

Let’s hope he won’t break a bone when he’s going to attempt to run to not be late, it’s...yeah.

So, don’t rush Spencer, it’s calm as hell here, you don’t need a trip to the ER so soon in the morning.

“Oh, hey!”

I turned around to be faced with Spencer, papers in hand. “When did you get there? I didn’t see you when I arrived like...five minutes ago. I thought you weren’t here yet.”

“Oh, I was doing copies. I’m sorry if I worried you, I should have sent a text.”

“No- It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re here...now.”

“Yeah, I’m here. Do you have a lot of paperwork? Figured out we could talk in between.” He asked.

“No, I don’t have a lot, and...sure, I could use a talk- I mean uh...talk, yeah.”

That was a shitty save.

“I’m glad, I didn't want to bother you if you were busy.”

“Even if my whole desk was covered in papers, you know I’d always find a minute to talk. I get easily distracted.”

Please don’t take it the ‘love’ way, or just...don’t think I get distracted by you in a ‘not-a-friend’ way— gosh, I’m not gonna be able to save it with whatever sentence.

“You know that’s the same for me. I always have a hundred subjects popping up just when I try to focus.”

“Yeah, same. It’s a bit...annoying.” 

“Depends. It’s not really when you’re in them.” Spencer admitted.

Is this an attempt at killing me right on the spot? You’re really going to kill me by being so damn nice.

“Oh...really? I didn’t know.”

That was shit.

“Well uh...now you do that it’s not always annoying up there and that’s your part of the non-bothering stuff.” He pointed out.

“That’s the- same for you, yeah.” I answered, slightly nervous.

“Didn’t know we had that too in common, that’s funny.”

Not so sure about the other detail you don’t know about-

“We learn new stuff everyday at least. I guess it’s...useful to know? I don’t know.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, there’s not much to do with that information, it’s more of a...fact thing-y. You know I like that stuff.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Who doesn’t?”

“Yeah, everyone does at this point, but that’s a quarter of what they know, I think that you’re the only one that knows the most about me, not everyone.”

You have to stop before I drop dead on the floor right now.

“I have to remind you that it’s kind of the same for you.”

“People are definitely thinking we’re together at this point, we’re pretty close so they have every right to believe that.”

“Does it...bother you?”

“Oh, no, not really. You’re a pretty girl so that’s kind of...nice that they think that a nerd like me could be in a relationship with you.”

Okay, I just stopped functioning right now.

What am I supposed to even say? You’re a literal god, you’re handsome as HELL- 

“Oh- you’re uh- good looking so, that’s...normal I guess.”

“You think so?” He asked, unsure.

Oh, please. Tell me you’re kidding, it’s impossible that no one hasn’t told you of your AMAZING handsomeness, the fact that you’re amazingly-

Yeah, we got it y/n. 

“Yeah, really.” I confirmed.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“No problem, Spence.” I said, as we both went to our respective tasks.

At least I avoided a heart attack, that’s what matters, he just has to stop being so cute and pretty, all the time because I’m gonna have trouble acting like I’m not in fucking love with him if he keeps going.

Just- breathe, and focus on your work. 

We’re gonna talk together, and it’s gonna be okay.

There’s no reason that a problem would occur, I just had a talk with him, and it went...almost perfectly smooth. 

The ‘almost’ part is when I almost had a heart attack, which isn’t the first I’ve had with him, and won’t be the last.

If he would just stop being so handsome all of the time.

I sighed, reading the paper all over again as I lost focus...again.

As I was reading, my pen in hand and the tip of it slightly touching the sheet— I didn’t even realize that I had been scribbling on the paper, as if I was in middle school and bored in class all over again.

It was kind of….fun. 

I didn’t get to do that everyday, so I’d say that it was diversifying compared to any other stressful day where these...doodles wouldn't even happen or to be thought about because of the amount and importance of the work.

I still think about him, even when I’m busy as hell though.

He’s always in my thoughts, I don't know how he does it because I’m pretty sure I don’t do that with anyone else in the bureau. 

Is that kind of over thinking considered as an obsession or not at this point? I’m not quite sure of it anymore, but...it's not "psychopath, stalker-like", he's just an important person that matters to me.

I just really like him, that’s all.

He also told me that I tend to be in his mind often, so...I guess we're even.

I guess so.

“Hey, is everything...okay? You’ve been staring blankly for a...while. Is that my-” He started to point out.

I panicked, quickly hiding the papers with other ones. “What? Oh, uh...I was-” I blurted out. “...thinking.”

“You’ll probably have to...print out new ones. I don't think Hotch will accept papers with scribbles, you know. I can print out some copies for you, if you want?”

“No- It’s fine, I can go, thanks for asking! It’s nice of you but uh- I’m going.” I answered, as I abruptly clicked back on the software to print out copies, and walked to the breakroom after...awkwardly waving.

Why the hell was I scribbling down his name like I was...a middle schooler having a crush on her classmate?

I have no idea why, but this was...kind of embarrassing at the moment.

I seriously have to stop worrying about each thing that happens.

He probably didn’t care as much as I did.

I shook my head as I arrived in the breakroom, now empty as Luke and Matt had previously left from what I saw a bit ago when I looked in that direction.

I didn’t mind, at least I’d avoid embarrassment because of how weird my expression probably looks.

So, everyone, please don’t come now, wait until I pick up my papers, that’d be more than appreciated.

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Should I call Spencer?

I don’t want to be a bother, I know he enjoys spending time alone off work.

Would he be happy to hear me?

I don’t know.

I’ll call him later, if I’m settled on it.

I’ve been pacing in that small apartment of mine for at least the last couple of minutes, or maybe an hour, I don’t have the habit of noting the duration of my nonsense usually.

I don’t even know why I’m pacing again and again just to decide about a call.

I’m sure he doesn’t even do that.

Does that mean it makes me...crazy?

Not necessarily.

It could.

Maybe.

I’ll just- whatever.

Do something useful like cleaning your apartment and answering emails, and you’ll see if you have a minute to spare to call Spencer.

That works that way.

See, you can stop stressing.

Just do another task to distract yourself and have less things to worry about, so it’ll be easier to decide about the ‘call matter’ thingy.

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I did not call him, if that’s what anyone wondered.

The only call I made was with Penelope, after she called me numerous times to ask me about the books we’ve been yelling about for a few weeks.

I had supposed she had also wanted to talk about Spencer, as the whole office had been conspiring about our possible relationship.

But, she held it off, and cut the call after saying ‘I better hang up or I’ll be talking about the book for another decade’.

Kind of looks like me and my thoughts with Spencer.

I hope I’ll get to let all of those out, if we ever have the chance to have a talk about the feelings matter.

I never had that many ‘things matters’, I’m even inventing some new words along the way.

Crazy what love can do, if that’s what started it.

I can’t recall that either, I’ve been more focusing on the matter itself than the name of it.

Love will do, I guess.

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“What are you up to?” I asked, peering over Spencer’s desk.”

“Well, technically...nothing new. I’ve been reading that for the past week, I tend to do that with books I really like.” He closed it, looking at me. “Is that weird?”

“Not at all. I’m doing the same with shows and movies, and even- who cares if it’s weird? If we like doing that, we don’t have to worry about what others might think about it.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t worry that much.”

“I worry about small things too, you’re not alone on the ride.” I pointed out, sitting back at my desk.

“Glad to know I have someone I’m sure won’t judge on that.”

“I would never judge you on anything, well- aside from the ‘sugar’ matter we’ve been having for a while, nothing else.”

“You’ll be debating about it for a while then. I’m not about to stop having my ‘sugar with my coffee’, as Morgan says.”

“The amount you put in it is disgusting.”

“Not to me.”

“Well it is to me, and probably everyone else. How do you not get sick?”

“No idea. I’ve been doing that for years and never had problems of any kind. Maybe you’re all the ones that are weird.”

“Hey! You’re weird too. If you wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be talking with you.”

“I’m less weird than you, at least.”

“Pff. Just get back to work, weirdo.”

I love you, weird genius.

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No, I didn’t get to talk to him about the…’love matter thingy’.

We did spend a lot of time together but I didn’t get the nerve to find a way to ask, instead of going straight to the thing.

I have no idea if I was imagining things or if it was real but...he did look a lot like me, and...his look wasn’t the kind of look you’d give a friend.

He also seemed...nervous, I guess?

Would it be wrong for me to think that he could possibly like me, as well?

That’s better than always thinking he doesn’t, a little hope doesn’t hurt, it’s always nice to think on the bright side for once.

Maybe I could be right.

I kind of hope I am.

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I didn’t think till now that it would be such a relief to see my whole desk cleared from most of the papers.

 I’ve turned in most of my reports- and that kind of sounds like I’m talking as if I’m in school and turning in assignments at the end of the day to be honest.

All of the papers that laid around were gone, and it kind of seemed like the work day had reached its end.

It kind of was a nice day, it’s nice to have days like that from time to time to take a break from all of the stress and shit from cases.

As I had gathered back all of my stuff, and all that was in mind was to walk out of here and rush to my apartment.

Just as I turned around, Spencer was standing in front of me; I didn’t even see him come by.

“You- gosh, you really scared me. Speak up next time.” I said, nervously laughing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to- Did you uh...get hurt?”

“No, I didn’t have- get anything. I’m okay, thanks- Are you going home too?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am and...I also-”

“You also…?”

“I wanted to talk to you...again, about something.”

I feel like that ‘something’ might be the ‘something’ I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for weeks.

“Uh, go ahead, I guess. I can’t really start the conversation as I have no idea what it’s about…”

“Okay, uh...I’ve been uh, wanting to ask, for a while, if you wanted to hang out, sometimes. I know we do, pretty often, but I’d be like...hanging out together, maybe dinner...” He looked elsewhere, searching for his words.

“...you mean a date? Is that...what you want to say?”

“Yeah, that! I just- I thought I’d be weird to ask you, just like that. I mean...it’s kind of random and I thought that- you understood the thing.”

Please, that’s what I’ve been thinking about for a decade, how could I not understand that-

“It’s not weird, I’m just...surprised?”

“Oh, I’m- glad? I just...didn’t think you’d accept and...I was kind of afraid that I’d make a fool of myself by asking you that.”

“Wait a minute though-  You’re really asking me out, right now? I’m not making fun of you, it’s just still...wow.”

I just thought you would never do it, or that I’d be the one asking and receiving a negative answer.

“I swear that I’m not. I’d never joke about that, especially to you, and since I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I guess I was afraid of the answer.”

“Please don’t laugh, or anything but...kind of the same thing was happening to me, about you.”

“So...we’ve been thinking about it, and none of us knew? Wow, that’s...I didn’t think that was happening all this time.”

“Seems so.”

“Have you been uh...thinking about it for a while, like me?”

“Kind of...yeah. I’ve...liked you for a while but, didn’t think you’d be interested. I’ve had a lot of male friends that were acting like you, but weren’t interested in me, so I thought...that was the case.” I admitted.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you, and not only in a friendly way. I’ve liked you for a bit, and as I said, I was afraid of what you’d say, so...I told myself that waiting for the right moment would be better.”

“....yeah, same. I don’t think we’d ever get to have a conversation about it but- did you uh...resolved yourself to do it because of…”

“..the paper thing? Yeah, and no. It’s been on my mind for a bit. I just thought this would...kind of- be the right moment. I know that it's not the ideal place, but I just thought, it’s now or never.”

“At least...it’s cleared out?” I asked.

“Yeah, it is. I’m glad we know about...the feelings stuff and all.”

“You have no idea how I am. This is- wow, sorry, this was kind of sudden, and I...didn’t think that’d happen. Just this morning I thought about talking about it somewhere this week and now- did you read my expression or something and guessed or…? Because just as I thought about it, you talked to me.” I explained.

“I guess so. I’ve been thinking about it for a bit, and...I didn’t want to wait more as I wouldn’t have ever talked, as for you.”

“Would you have waited another week for me to tell it or would you have stepped in before?”

“I think it would have depended on where we would be. Because, if we were outside, I think that I would have preferred something nicer than a bureau, you know. Even if I like it, to be honest. But, I wouldn’t say it’s the best setup to ask someone on a date?”

I shrugged. “Not the best, but, it’s better than- I don’t know...a grocery store or something?” 

“Yeah- it’s better.”

“At least you’ll get a better shot at asking me out on another date after that one.”

“I’ll definitely do better.”

“I trust you on that one. But- I want to home right now though, I kind of miss my couch...and my fridge, maybe.”

“I’m with you on both ones- after you.” Spencer offered, as the elevator opened, stepping in after me. 

“Be careful with the whole gentlemen thing, you’re gonna have to bring me coffee everyday soon.”

“I’m already doing that with mine, bringing yours won’t hurt. You’ll probably have a bill at the end of each month.”

“In your dreams, Reid.”

++

The care that had been put by Spencer on our first date was truly amazing.

It looked like he planned it months ago, it could almost be seen as a kind of proposal if someone else would see it.

He insisted on picking me up himself, did not tell me a single thing about where we were going till we were there, which was weird...but made it exciting and fun.

I have to say that I was...quite nervous too.

I never even thought that I’d be here, on a literal date with Spencer Reid himself; I’ve had dreams about it, thought about it, but never thought it’d actually happen.

None of this was a joke, he was more than serious about it.

I don’t think that even one thought I had looked like this moment, he insisted for it to be an awesome first date we’d both remember for a while, and I wish it could have lasted longer.

Time went by, way too fast that when we both saw the time, it was already 10PM.

As we could have work, and that sleeping early would be convenient if we happen to be called in early, we decided to end the night there, even if none of us really wanted to.

“We should stay in next time. That way we won’t be tired, you know. It’s kind of late.” Spencer pointed out, as we walked to my place.

“You sure? It’s gonna be Grey’s Anatomy or whatever cheesy tv show I watch for the night.”

“I don’t mind. I’ll probably try to point out the mistakes, it’ll be like...a game night you know.”

“Oh, yeah. It could. But, I think I’m gonna be the one to lose as the only ‘medical knowledge’ I have from that show is from that show. And, as Google isn’t to be trusted, I’m gonna lose.”

“It could also include a...spot cheesy moments thing.”

“Season one is full of it. We’re gonna have a lot to talk about. I would have proposed Star Trek but apparently, there’s not much scientific errors, it’s pretty accurate from what I heard. We could settle on Doctor Who if we can’t decide.”

“Would you like it though? You told me you don’t watch it usually.”

“You could tell me about it, it could be good. We could also try Supernatural, it’s kind of mystery stuff with paranormal stuff?”

“Ghosts, spirit and the whole heaven/hell thing?”

“Yeah, there’s a lot going on. And...it's kind of in the title. I’d have to warn you though, I’m kind of obsessed with the main leads, so don't get jealous or something.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t judge you. It’s a judgement free-zone.”

You raised your eyebrows, staying silent for a split second.“...you judged me when I didn’t add any sugar in my coffee.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Spencer, please- you looked at me weirdly, as if I committed a crime.” 

“Not in a mean way- I just put a ton, so, seeing someone putting none was weird.” He admitted.

“I’m judging you on that then. You’re putting way too much in that. It’s sugar with liquid at this point, it's melted candy.”

“I hate the strong taste.”

“Then drink tea.” I proposed.

“It’s too light.”

“Just end up drinking water.” I said, running out of ideas.

“No, I prefer to stay with my sugar with liquid.”

As you wish.” I agreed, as we came to a stop.

“So...we’re there.”

“Yep, we are. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Spencer repeated, coming forward to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Have a good night.”

“Spencer, you missed. You kissed my cheek.”

“Oh I- are you fine with it…?”

“Just kiss me, Reid.” I replied back, while one of his came on my left cheek, the other laying on my waist as he stepped forward once again, kissing me on the lips.

All of it was perfect.

It was only the two of us, the world around us had froze.

My arms ended up winding up around his neck as he brought me close, his warmth, smell invading my emotions, my whole thoughts.

I had totally forgotten about everything else, he was the center of my attention, I couldn’t allow myself to go on another track when he happened to be near me, this close.

Never have I thought that months ago, as I was crushing on a man I thought wouldn’t like me, would actually like me, and kiss me.

We were literally starting to date.

This better be real, I better not be in a coma after whatever accident I might have had.

Because this— this is way better than a dream, than I imagined.

I would be so mad if that wouldn’t end up to be real— but it is.

All of the things I’d feel, whether it was him, his hand on my cheek radiating his warmth on me, his breath, his lips slotting against mine, his arm enlacing my waist, the grip on my waist gentle, the feeling of the fabric of his jacket against my fingers, or even my own feelings, all of the memories, thoughts floating around, there was just way too many things to describe, but I could still list them all of a sudden if I were to be asked about the aftermath of it.

I couldn’t wish for a better moment like this.

I think that the fact that this moment was probably totally unexpected made it even more special for the two of us.

Neither of us will forget, ever.

This moment totally replaced the message written in bright red ink that reminded me that I still had these feelings laying around that I kept pushing away by fear of rejection.

The rejection seemed long gone, for me, he happened to be having similar feelings, probably fearing a negative event as well.

Turns out nothing bad happened for the both of us.

Only our truest desires, what we wished for but didn’t dare to as the bad ones were stronger.

The bad pushed the joy we could have really lived if the feelings were mutual.

And now, it is.

We both know that the other likes us, that the bad is long gone behind us.

I could tell that, from my side, because of this moment.

I didn’t want it to stop, ever.

I wished to live this kind of event that could give the chance for all of these amazing feelings to fill my whole mind.

No more fear, pain, sadness, just calm, reassuring, soothing feelings.

The ones that make you feel that nothing can hurt you anymore, that make you feel safe, happy, this is all I’ve ever wanted.

I didn’t even count how many minutes that lasted, I was too focused on...the wonderful person in front of me and all the feelings that came with it.

It was quite the overwhelming one, and for once, it wasn’t an unpleasant overwhelming, it made me feel happy.

Mostly because I’d never thought feelings could be so deep, numerous, amazing to think about, and then, even more happy feelings would pop up again, and again.

I’d almost forgotten we were still in front of my building, and that it was...really late.

I almost think that I didn’t remember the world had kept moving, that people walked by to see two people making out in the street.

I guess I sort of apologize, but don’t really care.

I was in my moment and did not care if anyone saw us.

When we both slowed down in our movements, ceasing after a few seconds; I slightly stepped back, letting his hand rest on my cheek for a little bit more when I put mine on his.

I simply didn’t want the feeling of his warmth to ever stop.

I did not want any of what this moment made me feel to ever stop after I had to experience it with no one but a person that deeply matters to me.

The only person I’ve ever wanted to feel this kind of amazing feelings with.

I didn’t want it to stop.

Not yet.

Not ever.

It was amazing.

He was amazing.

As we both started to take our breaths back, when his hand dropped from my cheek to my waist, joining the other, the feeling of looking in his eyes once again was astounding.

It was just a glance.

But, when you happen to be in total love, it isn’t just a simple glance, it’s always a special one.

What you feel about it won’t ever change.

I’m sure of it, in my case.

I wish I could be looking at him forever.

But...not that I want to ruin the moment but, it was really late, and windy.

Not the best time to look at each other for hours.

After a certain amount of time, Spencer had been the one to briefly break contact, before maintaining it once again, but with a different emotion plastered on his face this time.

“I’m sorry for...before, I panicked and I-”

Okay, here goes nothing.

“I don��t want you to go yet.” I admitted. “That's kind of the reason...I said and did that too. I wanted to kiss you but, it was also to feel you close a bit more, a four hour date wasn’t enough and I don’t think it’ll ever be.”

He seemed surprised at my confession.

Just say something, I hate it when there’s a blank.

Especially when I just said this to you.

“...if you want me to stay, just tell me.” He said. “I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me, as long as you want. Even for a whole week, a month, hell- forever, let’s be crazy.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

“I just feel like I would be bothering you.”

“You’re not. I’m actually happy to get to stay more. It’s not bothersome at all, on the contrary. I’m happy to stay.”

I’m happy too.

“Thanks for that. I really...appreciate it.” I admitted.

“The pleasure’s mine.”

“Wow, you’re playing it ‘gentleman-like’ now?”

“I guess so. I would also say it can be because I’ve seen a bit too much of Miraculous Ladybug when I was babysitting kids. Cat Noir’s nice.”

“You know lines of Cat Noir?”

“Yeah, I picked up a few one.”

“Really? You’re gonna say them all the time now?”

“Of course, my lady.”

“I’m never gonna get used to that. It’s weird hearing you say that.”

“But it’s romantic, there’s a lot in the TV shows you watch. The characters do that too.”

“But you’re not one of the characters, you’re Spencer Reid. You’re yourself. You don’t need to throw Cat Noir lines to charm me or something. Just you...is enough.”

“You sound like ladybug...and also Marinette.”

“We’re kind of them- well- kind of, as what we deal with isn’t...close to a kid’s show, but, we save people.”

“Oh, we should-”

“No, I’m not dressing up as ladybug for halloween.”

“...can’t say I didn’t try.”

“There’s no way I’m dressing up in a suit-” I argued.

“We would have been equal, I’d be in one too.”

“I’m not doing it-”

“...guess I’ll have to come up with something else then.”

“Yeah. We have at least six months to think about it so...that’s enough for me, I guess.”

“It’s short. We’re gonna end up one week before.” He complained.

“Stop worrying about that- just get inside with me, it’s getting cold.”

“I could give you my sweater and jacket, I don’t mind.”

“Just- get inside Reid.”

“I was joking!”

“Sure you do. Do you think I’d stay outside for another hour?”

“I just thought it was because you were cold-”

“I’m gonna check if you don’t have a fever when we get up- you’re out of your mind.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Nah, you’re a bit tired, from what you said.”

“I didn’t actually mean it.”

“Sure, let’s get you to bed, grandpa.”

"I'm 32-"

"So?"

"I don't see why you call me grandpa."

"You don't have the reference? The meme, you know?"

"No, I don't."

"You're disappointing, Reid."

++

“Is it going to get worse in later seasons? It’s too calm.” Spencer pointed out.

“Uh...possibly. Season one is pretty calm, not- entirely, but...okay compared to later ones. There’s a lot going on in Supernatural, and it gets pretty hard when you get attached to the characters. The writers like to hurt us.”

“They’re taking all of the pain of the fans on twitter as inspiration.”  

I snorted. “I’m really starting to wonder if it’s not the case at this point.”

“I noticed they tend to do that at the end of seasons too. They throw in a cliffhanger where you think that the character is going to die, and then, they make you wait months...just to show they had a scratch on the arm.” He explained.

“It’s true...they did that a lot of times. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen after season one though. I bet it’s only going to get worse.”

“Probably. I bet they won’t be extra nice with letting them live peacefully.”

“You…” I stopped in my sentence, yawning. “...said it. Sorry- I’m a bit tired.” I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh you should probably- go to bed, yeah. I'll leave the bed to you, you know."

"Why would you sleep on the couch?"

"Uh...well, uh...I don't know."

"We're sleeping in the same bed, it's not the end of the world."

"...are you uh- sure?"

"I guess. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

“I just figured that...it’d be sort of embarrassing, or even awkward for you.”

“I don’t get why it would be, it’s okay. Plus, you deserve to sleep comfortably if you’re tired as well.”

“Okay, then.”

I paused for a bit, thinking about a detail. “...It’s probably stupid to ask, but...which side do you usually prefer? Just so that, there aren't any problems if you sleep on a specific one, you know.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be taking you side or anything, as you said, if you prefer a specific...one.”

“Why did you think I asked? And, in case we prefer the same, we’ll just settle on one, that's all I can think of.”

“...it wasn’t stupid to ask though.” Spencer reassured.

“Really? I...it’s not everyday that I ask that kind of stuff, especially as this situation doesn’t happen everyday. But, at least, I can say that I’ve already done it. It’s...something.”

“Yeah, same. It’s just...I don’t know, what would you call it?”

“Half stupid, half nice? I have no idea as well.” I admitted.

“...we can just leave it there, we’ll never find it.”

“True- Are you coming, or doing a whole routine like drinking water, going to the bathroom, tidying up everything, checking mails and all of the possible stuff that you could do?”

“Do you really think I could be doing that?”

“Kind of. Wouldn’t be surprising if you were doing that. But I’d say it’s a waste of time, if it’s 10PM, you end up going at 11:30 something. The least I’d do would be...water and bathroom. But again- I won’t criticize, it’s fine with me. Just don’t make hella noise.” I detailed.

“I just...check mails...a lot, yeah. Also uh...I make sure everything is ready in case we get called in so I don’t rush; so, I do a lot of stuff. But as if it’s a calm week, I guess I can skip getting the bag ready, and probably mails as I answer them later.”

“That’s...good to know at least. Less stress before going to bed.”

“Kind of. I tend to do all of the stuff I forget all day at night, which causes me to do a lot of stuff, being afraid that they won’t be done on time, so...it’s nice to have less stress.”

“Really nice after what you said.” I pointed out. “Are you sure you’re okay though? We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world, if that’s the thing that bothers you.”

“No, you’re not….it isn’t- It’s not the problem. I just, never really...did it, and...I have no idea why I’m stressing over that. It’s kind of stupid as we’re just gonna sleep.”

“You’ll be out like a light in two minutes Spence, it won’t be a problem if that’s what stresses you out. Also, it kind of is...the feeling you can’t describe, and me neither. It’s like...stress, awkwardness, a mix, you know.”

“Exactly, it’s kind of that.” He agreed.

“Didn't know we were thinking the same about that. Well, I guess we’ll see. We should go before it’s too late.”

“Yeah, we...probably should.” 

“Relax up a bit. Just chill.”

“I’m perfectly relaxed.” He argued.

“No you’re not. Stop lying, I don’t even need to profile you to know. You’re like a balloon ready to explode.”

“I really don’t see what you’re talking about, y/n.” He muttered.

“Did anyone tell you that you’re very convincing? Turns out they were lying, genius.”

++

“I think I’m the one freaking out now.” I admitted, out of the blue.

“I’m not really freaking out anymore. I guess I gave all of my stress away to you.”

“It’s quite thoughtful, thanks.”

“Maybe you’re just hot, who knows. I’m fine on my side.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not hot, it was freezing cold outside, so it is inside. I know when it’s hot and when it’s not.”

“Uh then...try to take deep breaths? I don’t know what you could do.”

Why don’t you try to be less handsome, huh?

“I think it’s the awkwardness and stress mix kicking in, as I said earlier.”

“Do you want to talk for a bit? Maybe it’ll calm you down.”

“Sure, why not.” I agreed, turning to the other side to face him.

That guy has to realize that his face is what’s distracting me.

“What did you think about today?” He asked.

“It was...really fun. Quite more than I expected I think. I guess I’d be down for other ones.”

“I can’t guarantee I’m not going to slide one or two essays in it though.”

“I’m fine with it. You know listening to you...never bothered me. I don’t think it’ll ever bore me. Who doesn’t like a few facts?”

“Even when it’s all about science or pagan rituals? The cop looked at me weirdly and even asked what kind of doctor I was. Someone else had to talk to revive the conversation.”

You bet, not everyone’s used to it.

“I do remember that one. You looked pretty...proud about it when you finished the sentence. I swear that I would have revived it first or would have kept going. I know a bit about it. What did you say to creep him out?”

“I think that...there was candle wax on the tree, and I said the usual stuff, as a matter of fact, it was used to protect the birth day celebrants from demons, and that the celebration got rejected by Christianity as a pagan ritual’. That’s when he asked.”

That totally explains.

“It wasn’t embarrassing, don’t worry. He just...wasn’t used to that. That almost happens with every new person you meet. I’m out of the ‘almost’ I guess. I was surprised, but got kind of interested.”

“Again, that was surprising. Not everyone would have reacted like you did. I know the others try not to hurt me and listen to it until it’s enough.”

“It’s distracting sometimes, you can always keep going. But not too late, 2AM essays aren’t my thing. Sleeping at 2AM is.”

Getting to sleep at 2AM doesn’t even matter anymore, I’m just glad to be able to sleep.

“I’ll try then.”

“You better.” I warned, pulling my jacket closer to my body as I felt a few chills.

His gaze hadn’t left my figure, hence, he noticed. “...you’re still cold?”

“A bit, I guess.”

“Do you uh...want to...get closer?”

“If you don’t mind, I don’t know. I don’t want it to be embarrassing.”

“It’s not, I swear. I just don’t want you to freeze, I guess.” He admitted, raising one of his arms.

“Okay, thanks.” I slowly got closer, not wanting to invade too much.

“I said you could get closer, that is barely closer than before. Come here.” He pointed out, which I responded to with a sigh as my head ended up resting against his chest. “I told you it wasn’t weird.”

“I thought it’d be for you.” I answered.

“It’s not...anymore. It’s actually fine...now that you’re here.”

“...really? You were kind of stressed about it just a bit ago.”

“Don’t remind me, it’s embarrassing again now. Do as your brain is a computer and delete the file.”

You’re the computer, I’m not.

“It’s fun when you react like that, why would I stop?”

“That’s offending.”

“You, offended? I don’t think so. You don’t sound like it, you’re acting.”

“That hurted my feelings even more, I think my heart might die because of such cruelty. You should be careful with your words, my lady.”

“You’re starting to look like Cat Noir. It’s cheesy. I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.”

“Maybe I am Cat Noir, who knows.”

“Guess you’re gonna have to give back your power, you’re not supposed to say it.”

That shows how many nights I’ve spent babysitting kids, especially Matt’s, they watch it way too much.

“Never said I was.”

I kind of wish you were, it’d be fun to see you in that costume.

“Spencer, you sound like him now. You’re definitely him, can’t change my mind about that.”

“I just sound like him, doesn’t mean I am.”

“I have the last word, stop.”

“Okay, I’m stopping. But you have to sleep first, I’m not sleeping until you’re asleep.”

“...bossy.” I spat.

“I’m taking care of you, I’m not bossy.”

“...what’ver.”

“Whatever, right.” Spencer repeated, hesitating for a bit before putting his lips on my forehead, softly kissing it a few times. “I totally agree with you.”

“Mhm.” I lazily said, growing a bit more tired.

“Good night, y/n.”

++

Nothing much had been planned for today; so when I had woken up, I really didn’t need to feel stressed about rushing into work as most of it would only be paperwork.

Spencer was still asleep. He had stirred up a bit when I stood up, but it didn’t wake him much. He was sleeping as a baby, even when I accidentally banged my foot against a shelf, nothing woke him up.

I exited the room with a chuckle, heading to the kitchen aisle to fill up a glass of water; sitting on the counter when I had the glass in hand.

It wasn’t really late, just about 8AM, I could still head to work around 9 or 10 as our work hours were to be chosen by us when nothing urgent was to be done; but, the limit was still about 10AM, the hour to be chosen more freely was around the end of the day.

Too bad we can’t head in somewhere in the afternoon.

I hate that work just for that.

I slightly jumped from the counter, peering over the bedroom to see Spencer still sound asleep, only his position had changed.

As I looked in the room, his sweater had been messily put on one of the chairs in the corner, almost at the edge of it.

Time to make jokes and steal a sweater. 

I slightly laughed, walking to the chair as I grabbed the sweater, heading back outside when I had the item in hand.

In a few seconds, I had put my head in the top hole, then my arms in the sleeves, arranging the sweater afterwards.

Good luck to get it back, Reid.

++

“Hey, did you-”  Spencer asks, before putting his eyes on me. “Is that my sweater, or am I having hallucinations?”

“That is your sweater, indeed. You’re not hallucinating.”

“Is it being rude to ask why you’re wearing it?”

“I don’t know, I like it.”

“And...is it possible to get it back later?”

“Not sure….no.”

“At least you were clear.” Spencer chuckled, sitting on the couch as I joined him after a minute.

“Last night was really nice. I appreciated the forehead kisses.”

“I just...felt like it would be reassuring, glad to know that. I could do it often if you’d like to. I don’t mind.”

“Every night, no matter the situation. If we leave and don’t see each other for a few hours, forehead kisses, even if we don’t sleep at the other’s place, forehead kisses- basically every time we have to separate for a bit. But- you can also do it when we’re together, so...correction, all the time.”

“Gotcha, all the time.”

“I may give you back your sweater at some point if you keep your promise.”

“I don’t actually mind, you can keep it. Just tell me when you take my clothes so I don’t think that some alien stole my clothes in the night.”

“I’ll send you a text every time I’ll be taking one. You might receive a lot though…”

“Just try to leave two or three shirts and some pants so I don’t have to go out in the street naked.”

“I will- don’t worry.” I said, laughing.

“Too bad I can’t take yours in exchange. I’m not a fan of...tops.”

“You know what? That’s not a bad idea. I’m gonna take everything in your closet and only leave pants and that top. Thanks for the idea!” I thanked, getting up from the couch as he tried to catch me when I started to run.

At least now, I can’t say that I had a bad week.

It was better than expected;

For...probably the both of us.

++

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His Personal Nurse, After Hours

Prompt: “I know it’s 2am but I had a nightmare”... or something along those lines. I can’t find the original prompt. Anyway, here’s some soft Namseok. Sickie: Hoseok Caretakers: Namjoon Content: fevers, flu-like illnesses, emeto

The nice thing about having Hobi as a boyfriend, Namjoon thinks, is that Hobi has a consistent sleep schedule. Jung Hoseok, the ever-busy dance coach and instructor, worked consistently early shifts and slept like clockwork. His good night texts always told Namjoon what time it was—almost always, 11:15 at night—and served as a good reminder on when he needed to sleep himself before he spent his entire night grading papers again. Being a college music history lecturer was no cakewalk.

But that’s what alarms him about that morning, waking up at a quarter past two in the morning to a handful of texts.

‘Joonie bug,, I miss you.’

‘I’m going to blame th Tue dance squad, they were all gros’

‘I love you baby’

‘I know is late but I ad a nightmare and I miss you, cannn you just tell me yu love me? Just so I kno you’re okay??’

‘unless your’e sleeping, plees slee\[‘

So, so many typos… Hoseok wasn’t the type to be hypervigilant on his texting, but he was far better about typos than a lot of them. But to see so many… a nightmare? The grogginess from his eyes begins to fade over the message. In the corner, he sees a flashing ellipses appear and vanish quite a few times. Was Hoseok still typing? Namjoon sits upright and just sends his own simple response:

‘I love you, Hobi, my sunshine.’

And then:

‘Are you okay?’

The read marking pops up immediately, followed by a typing indicator, but the only thing he receives is a small emoji heart. Hoseok up after two in the morning meant nothing good… Namjoon doesn’t bother to change out of his pajamas. He unplugs his phone from the charger and moves to slide on his jacket, before heading to the front foyer to grab his wallet and keys. Slipping on his shoes, he locks up and hurries to his car.

What was he even doing? In the middle of the night, going off of vague messages from his boyfriend who hasn’t said anything else. A heart isn’t an answer, not in the least; Namjoon merely hurries down the roads, the streets as relatively deserted as usual on a weeknight, and he’s quick to slide into the guest parking and make a quick run to the 24-hour shop next door. Hoseok and Namjoon have already traded keys, so Namjoon merely lets himself in to find Hoseok’s shoes kicked off haphazardly in the doorway.

Peculiar…

“Hob-ah?” Namjoon calls out softly.

He gets a low groan in response, coming from the living room of his boyfriend’s apartment instead of his bedroom. Being 2:46 in the morning, Hoseok should have already been asleep, completely tuned out from the world until his alarm went off. But Namjoon could see an abandoned mug on the kitchen countertop (already something very un-Hobi-like, he always liked having a clean kitchen in the mornings) and the television’s lights still on, and moves in to investigate. There, Namjoon finds Hoseok, in all his rundown glory, curled up on a cushion on his plush couch, huddled with a blanket pulled over his head. Hoseok turns when he hears Namjoon walking, eyes a little startled.

“Hobi, sweetheart?”

Hoseok blinks owlishly, confused over his boyfriend’s arrival. “Joonie bug? It’s late, what are you doing?” His voice is raspy and almost a little nasally, mixed with sleep and… what sounded to the beginning stages of a cold. That doesn’t sound good.

As Namjoon approaches, he can see the dark bags under Hoseok’s eyes reflecting sickly from the television light. His eyes also don’t miss the mixing bowl and plastic bag on the center table, or the opened soda can. Hoseok really must not have been feeling well, but he definitely did try to prepare. When Hoseok catches Namjoon frowning at the bowl, he leans his head back on the couch.

“My tummy hurt earlier, that’s all…” he mumbled. “But Joonie bug…”

“You texted me. So I, uh.” With that, Namjoon just holds up the bag. “I wasn’t sure what you had but I brought soup. It’s, uh… it’s my best hangover soup, but I wasn’t sure what happened.”

But the sight of it makes Hoseok grin, toothy and full of heart. And then he sneezes, hard and loud, and it makes Namjoon jump. The skin under Hoseok’s nose reflects in the light, and he’s quick to grab a tissue, blowing his nose with it. So… sick and not drunk, well that’s good to know. Kneeling next to him on the floor, Namjoon strokes Hoseok’s hair away with his free hand to press a palm against his forehead, sighing when he feels a pressing heat against it. To be safe, he slides his hand down to the side of his neck to make sure, a small, pitying smile on his face.

“Oh Hob-ah, baby, you’re sick… You should have called me earlier.”

Hoseok lowers the tissue. “I felt okay earlier…”

“Did you, or are you just telling me you did?” Namjoon questions, moving his hand upward to pet his hair. His long fingers rake along his boyfriend’s scalp, featherlight touches brushing gently. Hoseok seems to melt under his touch, his eyes already fluttering closed.

“…I didn’t feel okay earlier…” his boyfriend mumbles. “That feels nice…”

Laughing softly, Namjoon nods despite knowing Hoseok can’t see it. But he knows he appreciates the comfort, and he wants to give it while he’s here. He can already see the sleepy drooping from the older one’s mouth, the relaxed nature taking over almost instantly from the gentle notions. He knows if he keeps going, Hoseok will fall asleep quickly, and it hurts him that he has to stop. He ruffles his hair instead, smiling when he sees Hoseok’s cute little nose scrunch up in displeasure.

“Nooo… keep petting me,” he whines, his small hands reaching up to hold Namjoon’s wrist in place.

Namjoon chuckles again. “Did you take any medicine? Or… eat anything?”

“Joonie… pet me…”

“Will you answer me if I pet you?” Namjoon’s fingers resume rubbing along Hoseok’s scalp, and he receives a satisfied hum in response. He decided not to push him too much; after all, his boyfriend was sick, and it was the middle of the night. But… he wasn’t going to sleep on the floor by the couch. He moves his hand away and goes to put the soup in the fridge, fetching a water bottle instead. He moves into Hoseok’s room and is still pleased to see it’s clean. Pulling the blanket back, he sets the water bottle on the side table and heads back out.

His attempts to move Hoseok receive just a whimper, but he somehow manages to get his boyfriend to his feet. Namjoon keeps his arm wrapped around his waist and helps him relocate into his room. He dragged the mixing bowl in with them, setting it on the floor by the side of the bed. Then, as Hoseok begins to whine about the bed being cold and lonely, Namjoon shucks off his hoodie and curls up next to him, pulling the ailing man into his arms. Hoseok is too warm in Namjoon’s grasp, but he merely uncovers his arms and closes his eyes, letting his boyfriend’s congested breaths fill the air.

 ~*~

 Namjoon is used to nights where he hasn’t fully slept, where he’s taken a thirty-minute power nap to get him from Day 1 to Day 2 with a mug of coffee and nothing but adrenaline and work to keep him going. But after his nap from earlier, and his nap again with Hoseok in his arms, he’s completely disoriented when he feels himself shoved to the side, the room immediately filled with the sound of retching. Namjoon blinks his eyes open as his hand stretches over to rub Hoseok’s back, trying to comfort his boyfriend as he mentally reminded himself of his location.

His sweetheart was sick, and apparently resting did not help. He sees Hoseok sitting up, the mixing bowl double-lined with plastic bags in his lap as he weakly attempts to throw up whatever was in his system. Hoseok looks pale and even in the weak light of sunrise attempting to peek from the windows, Namjoon can see his hands trembling. That’s enough recollection to have him sitting up, arm moving to wrap around his boyfriend’s shoulders, helping hold him up as he whispers encouraging words to him.

When Hoseok finally stops, Namjoon brings his hand up to wipe stray tears from his cheeks before he moves the bowl back, but not away just yet. Hoseok takes a deep breath, a pout on his lips as he scrunches his eyes closed.

“Want to rinse your mouth out, baby?”

“Gross…” Hoseok mumbles. Namjoon hands him a towel to wipe his lips, then the water bottle. With a sip, Hoseok swishes it around in his mouth and spits it out into the mixing bowl, then repeats the process when he feels like once wasn’t enough. All the while, Namjoon uses a corner of the towel to stroke at his face, and whether Namjoon’s wiping away sweat or tears, Hoseok can’t quite tell. Lazily, Hoseok’s hand holding the water bottle just moves to rest on his leg; he’s not sure if he’d make it trying to put it back on the table, but he really just wants to lie back down.

“Think you’re okay, for now?” Namjoon whispers. When he receives a nod, he returns the mixing bowl to the floor and moves the towel back to the bedside table. Gently gripping Hoseok’s hand, Namjoon brings the water bottle back to his lips and instructs him to sip. Hoseok takes a few weak sips before he lowers it back, pressing his face into Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon can feel the radiating heat from him, and he can tell for sure that his fever is just climbing.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Hobi,” Namjoon laughs, “I need to yet some medicine in you first.”

Whining, Hoseok just shakes his head. He’s tired, Namjoon knows, but he’ll only get worse trying to wait it out.

“Let me make you some tea. I know you won’t eat anything big but let’s get something in you or your stomach will hurt more later.”

He gets a whine from it, but merely kisses Hoseok’s cheek and helps lower him back onto the pillows. “Rest, sweetheart, I’ll wake you in a few.”

“Cuddle with me,” Hoseok mumbles, bottom lip pouting out.

Namjoon just kisses his forehead. “I’ll never get up if I do that.” With a soft chuckle, he crawls over him and heads out, taking the bowl with him. Replacing the lining, he returns that before heading into the kitchen. Instant coffee for himself, but kettle-boiled yujacha for Hoseok. And a small bowl of rice and crackers, just in case he could get him to eat something. Carrying everything back into the room on a small tray, he sets it down before he tries to wake up Hoseok, just to make sure he doesn’t make a mess of everything.

“Hobi… baby, I have tea…”

Namjoon receives a whine, and Hoseok’s face crumbles, tears welling in his eyes the second he opens them. Namjoon spends a few minutes just stroking his hair, trying to calm him down before he works himself up. “Come on, sweetheart… don’t cry, nothing’s wrong. You’re okay. It’s just tea.”

“Tea?” Hoseok mumbles. He shakes his head, fist moving to swipe across his eyes, wiping away slowing tears. His voice cracks as he talks, but the younger man can see realization dawning on his face. “Don’t want tea…”

“It’ll help your tummy,” Namjoon coaxes, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Hoseok squints, trying to hide his face as his cheeks flush. With a soft chuckle, Namjoon moves his hand away to press another kiss to Hoseok’s warm face, then another. “Come on, baby, just a little bit.”

“Don’t kiss me, Joonie bug, you’ll get sick.”

“I’ll kiss you again if you don’t drink the tea.” Namjoon crawls back onto the bed, sliding under the covers, and Hoseok immediately curls up to his side. Laughing, Namjoon just pulls his arm. “I will, even if you cling to me.” He manages to get a grumbling Hoseok to finally sit up with his help, curled up against his chest with the tea cup in his hand. He sips cautiously, as if every sip is uncomfortable. Namjoon strokes his hair gently. “Want to try some rice?”

With a groan, Hoseok looks up at him, lips pursed in a pout. “I’m being tortured, Namjoonie.” Hoseok whines. “Rice is too much… you’re too much.” He takes another sip of his tea.

Laughing, Namjoon just shakes his head. The rice was a stretch… they can try again later. “Fine, fine. Finish your tea and—”

“And nothing?”

Nodding, Namjoon presses a kiss to Hoseok’s crown. “And nothing. Medicine and then we’ll go back to sleep.”

Thankfully, Hoseok cooperates. Namjoon helps him take two cold pills and tucks him back into the bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin. With a small smile, Hobi curls up next to him and falls asleep within a matter of seconds. Despite being warm to the touch, he curls up next to Namjoon in his sleep, an arm lazily draped over his waist. Namjoon wastes no time in messaging his TA, asking him to assign the next week’s assignment early on the boards. He writes a small notice announcing his calling out of work and the plan for the rest of the week, shoots a quick message to the teacher’s line calling out, and then just puts his phone on silent.

Right now, the only person that matters is his boyfriend, and it’s barely a quarter to six in the morning. He has more than enough time to catch up on sleep with his most important person.

[hypmic-writings]

If it’s alright, could I request some cuddling headcannons for jyushi n Gentaro please? Thank you !!

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Pairing: Gentaro Yumeno x Reader; Jyushi Aimono x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N:  More Gentaro cuddles! This time, with an added touch of Jyushi! I love cuddle headcanons, they’re just so wholesome and I really just want to snuggle up with all of my faves now. I hope you enjoy these~

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Gentaro Yumeno:

Gentaro’s cuddles are always gentle and warm because his touches are quite soft

he has long fingers and he likes to keep his hands intertwined with yours, no matter what cuddling position you happen to be in

sometimes you guys will put a movie on in the background, but other times it’s just the two of you enjoying each other’s company

sometimes it’s in silence, but other times it’s the two of you talking about your days and just holding each other close

Gentaro is the type to tickle you, but not unnecessarily, only when he knows your feeling down

it’s kind of routine for either one of you to light a candle before you snuggle - you’re not sure when it started, but it’s just a little tradition you keep up

he likes to be big spoon, but he also likes to be small spoon from time to time, especially if he’s the one that had a bad day

one Christmas, the two of you bought a huge blanket to each other as a communal gift and it’s so large that you can sit on opposite sides of the couch and still be covered in it

to this day, it is your favorite item in the house and it’s Gentaro’s favorite too

as I’ve mentioned before, though, Gentaro runs warm so you don’t really need too many blankets

you guys have a billion pillows scattered all over the bed, the reading chair, the couch, and any other comfortable surface and it makes for easy cuddling no matter where you are in the house

usually Gentaro is the one to initiate the cuddles, especially when he’s trying to take a break from his work

when you instigate, he’s always a bit surprised at first, but he never hesitates to wrap you up in his arms and pull you in for a hug

he likes it when you lean your head against his chest because his figure is rather lean and slim, so this makes him feel more strong and protective than he usually does

but also, let him curl up in your lap like a little cat and pat his head, he’ll fall asleep in minutes

Jyushi Aimono:

Jyushi’s cuddles are always clingy and needy in the best way

he’s definitely the one to instigate, usually throwing his arms around you and whining that you didn’t give him enough attention during the day

if you had a scheduled cuddle session and something comes up, he is absolutely going to cry about it

his favorite place to cuddle with you is on the bed, but he’s not opposed to the couch either, it’s just that there’s less room there

if he had a bad day, he’s going to cry and want to put his head in your lap but as soon as you start hushing him and gently stroking his hair he’s going to get really quiet and docile

whenever you two cuddle and watch a movie, he loves to intertwine  his limbs in with yours so that your legs are almost on top of each other

one of his arms is almost always wrapped around you as if he’s afraid to let go and let you leave

you wouldn’t leave though, the snuggling is too fun 

movie night cuddles usually end in neither of you actually watching the movie and instead just falling asleep on the couch together, then waking up at 2am confused and disoriented and dragging each other to the bedroom to properly sleep

Jyushi really like it when you whisper positive affirmations to him while you two cuddle and he always ends up happy crying when you do because someone really does love him

on the flip side, when you’re having a bad day, he’s not very good with his words, so he usually just likes to hold you close to hum and mumble that he thinks you’re cute while leaving little kisses all over your face

the cuddling always starts out kind of violent and clingy, but usually it calms down and Jyushi actually becomes quite gentle with his touches until something sets him off once more

whenever you’re cuddling in bed, he always exclaims that he wants to be big spoon, and he’s pull you into his chest and put his chin on top of your head

within moments though, he’s going to complain that it’s too cold, or that he can’t get comfortable, or that he’s losing feeling in his arms

so he always ends up moving farther into you and then you wrap him up protectively in your arms and the night ends in him being little spoon once more

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to Jongho being a “grown man”

❦ Genre: Suggestive/Funny.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 12k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

Hongjoong came back from his little meeting with Eden, earlier than expected. The whole group took the opportunity to spend some time with their family or friends for this day off. Hongjoong wanted to talk a bit with his senior to get advices or critics about his music productions. So, after this great interview, he came back at the dorm. When he opened the door, he noticed that no one was there. The whole apartment seemed empty. The only thing he noticed was that few clothes remained on the living-room, spread a a bit everywhere. Hongjoong sighed, “these kids can’t tidy their mess before leaving…” He started to pick up hoodies and jeans before Seonghwa come back and see this mess. “If Seonghwa was here, he would kill all of-“. He stopped when he picked something lacier than what he see usually since he’s living with 7 boys. “What is that?” he stared at it closely, when the reality hit him 2 seconds later. “A bra?!” He throws all the clothes back on the floor and grabbed his phone to know what this mess means and who’s the bra belongs to. While he was texting, he heard weak whimpers. Hongjoong didn’t know what was going on so he remains quiet and waited to hear it again, to be sure it was not his imagination. “Jongho!” He raised a brow and walked slowly in front of the maknae’s room. He stuck his ear on the door and waited again. After 10 long seconds, the leader face went from confusion to shock. He stepped back grabbing his stuff back and rushed to his bedroom. He looked for his earphones and settled the sound at the maximum. He texted Seonghwa immediately. [“Jongho and Y/N! HELP!”] Even with the highest volume possible, he could still here your moans resounding in the whole dorm. And also, he started to think that the maknae was doing better than expected. [“What do you mean?”] replied Seonghwa. [“They’re having sex!”] [“Jongho?! Yah… I knew he was lying when he said he would visit his old school. Good luck Joong.”] Hongjoong sighed and prayed that both are you were done soon. But for sure, he would give you “the talk”.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa heard the entrance door. He checked his phone and saw that it was 2AM. He started to get suspicious for the last few days. Jongho was not coming back with them at the dorm after their schedule. He always said that he needed to do something. Every time that one member asked him where he was going, he just said that he got an English lesson. But Seonghwa was not stupid, who would get and English class till almost 2AM. To be sure that he wasn’t lying, he even called you: Jongho’s girlfriend to know about his schedule. You only replied that he was probably studying his English skills. He remembered that you seemed breathless this day. “Just came back from a run”, you said. Seonghwa couldn’t stay in this situation anymore. Maybe the maknae was getting bullied or worse. On this thought, he got up and rushed quietly to the living-room. “Jongho-ya,” he said quietly. “Oh. Hi Hyung.” He greeted him shyly, almost embarrassed. Seonghwa stared at his friend. His hair was messy, he looked happy and tired in the same time. “Something’s wrong Hyung?” asked Jongho, avoiding his friend stare. “Do you really go at your English class?” he asked, arms crossed on his chest. “W-Why?” he stuttered. “I called Y/N last day and she-“ Jongho freaked out without knowing the next part,” Okay I was with her every time I said I had these lessons! But I know that all of you would mock-“. “She said that you were at these classes…” said Seonghwa. A big silence settled between the two men. Suddenly, Seonghwa tilted; Jongho’s lie, the fact he was coming back home late and this strange exchange with you. “Oh my god Jongho! Are you? I mean, you and Y/N?!” Jongho nodded, blushing like a young boy. “Why you hadn’t told us?” “That’s private!” he replied, hiding his face with his hands. “It’s a natural thing,” said Seonghwa, patting the maknae’s back as a big brother. When Jongho was about to escape of this embarrassing moment, Seonghwa said. “Hold on… when I called Y/N, you were next to her?!” Jongho blushed more, ignoring how it was possible. “In reality… I was inside her-” Seonghwa was disgusted, “HOW COULD YOU-“ He started to chase the maknae in the whole apartment, waking up all the other members. “What is going on?” asked a sleepy San, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know but looks like it’s a big deal. We can see Seonghwa’s vein on his forehead.” Replied Hongjoong.

YUNHO

Yunho and Jongho were walking to the convenience store. They needed some energy because a sleepless night was waiting for them. When they got in, they choose cold drinks, chocolate bars and prepared meals to eat quickly. While they were waiting to pay, Yunho asked. “Is everything okay with Y/N?” Jongho was surprised and embarrassed to talk about his relationship with his Hyung, but he simply replied. “Yes. We are happy together.” Yunho smiled, “she’s not mad to not hanging out with you today? I know it’s your 7 months of relationship.” Jongho sighed, “she’s a bit sad but she understands that I have responsibilities.” “She’s nice. You are lucky to have a concerned girlfriend like her.” Yunho patted his back. “But I made sure that we spent a good moment yesterday, she won’t be too sad.” “That’s good.” The teammates walked up to pay their articles. Yunho was about to take his credit card, but the youngest stopped him. “I’ll pay Hyung. You did it last time.” “Okay, I won’t complain.” He chuckled. Jongho grabbed his wallet to give some cash but something dropped of it. “Oh… you lost some ca-“ started Yunho. “Hum?” asked Jongho. Noticing that his friend was staring right at the floor, he looked at this direction too. His heart missed a bit when he saw one of his condoms, on the floor. “Shit!” he cursed, crouching down to put it instantly in his wallet again. Yunho was laughing out loud. “That’s what you mean when you said that you made sure to spend a good moment with her?” Jongho blushed, “Hyung…” “Come on, it’s okay!” he giggled, “you are a grown man. You can do everything you want!” “Hyung, this is embarrassing,” said Jongho grabbing the bags and before leaving the store. “Wait for me! Don’t run or you will lose another condom!” “HYUNG!” Yelled the maknae, embarrassed.

YEOSANG

Yeosang was tactless. He always tells what he’s thinking. The members are used to it, but he knew that some of them were hiding important things to him. Especially, Jongho. He was dating you for few months now but he’s never talking about your relationship. Not that Yeosang was particularly interested, but maybe Jongho needed to express some feelings or bad moments he had. So, when Jongho was alone in the kitchen, Yeosang came and sat in front of him. The maknae raised a brow, “Hi?” “Hi, our fantastic main vocal!” “Okay that’s weird. What do you want Hyung?” Yeosang smiled, “how is going your relationship with Y/N?” “Why are you curious about that?” asked Jongho. “You never talk about it with me. I know how relationship can be complicated sometimes. Maybe I can be helpful!” he said sincerely. Jongho was septic but he closed his book and replied. “We argue sometimes, like all couples but it’s not serious. We always find a way to make up.” While he was talking, Yeosang was barely listening to him. Not because it was boring and kitschy, but because of the bruise on Jongho’s neck. He couldn’t see it well because his hoodie was hiding the spot, but it really seemed familiar to him. “But we have this fusional relationship. We are learning about each other every day.” Yeosang smirked, “I can see that.” “She’s completing me so well. Y/N knows how to make me smile when I’m feeling down. Or she knows how to make me confident again.” Smiled the maknae, thinking about you. “And she knows how to make hickeys too.” Added Yeosang tactlessly. Jongho blushed and pulled up the collar of his hoodie on his chin. “Keep that for you please.” “Keep what? That you are sexually active?” he teased him. “If you say that to the other members, they will-“ “Tell us what?” said Wooyoung, getting in the kitchen to drink something. Jongho panicked while Yeosang was smiling proudly. “He wants to organize something for Yunho and Seonghwa’s birthday.” Lied Yeosang. “Oh.” Replied Wooyoung as he couldn’t care less. When he left the kitchen, Yeosang finally said. “Now tell me everything! I want to know all the details!” Jongho blushed a bit, but unexpectedly, he wanted to talk more about this with his Hyung.

SAN

San fell straight on his bed. Jongho was his roommate for this world tour. They just ended their daily Vlive. “I’m so tired,” yawned Jongho. “Really? I think I will watch an episode of Sky Castle before going to sleep.” Jongho smiled, San really loved this k-drama. “I will call Y/N before going to sleep,” said the maknae. “How cute.” Said San, looking for his earphones. “Bla bla,” said Jongho, rolling his eyes. He went in the bathroom to not bother his hyung with his lovely dovely talk. He composed your phone number and called you in facetime. In the next room, San was looking at his k-dramas. When one of the biggest revelations was about to be discovered, his phone turned off. “What? No!” he complained Jongho came out of the bathroom, fixing his clothes. “Jongho! I need your phone!” He raised a brow, “why?” “Mine died! But I really need to know what is going to happen!” Jongho sighed and handed his phone to his hyung. “Thank you!” “Don’t forget to charge it before sleeping.” San nodded and played the episode back. 5 minutes later, the phone buzzed on his hand. It was a message from you. [“I can’t sleep…”] San smiled and waited the notification to disappear. But instead, you sent another message, [“Happy to see that even 5000 miles away, you are still exciting me…”] San blinked, what are you talking about? [“Are you sleeping already? Or do I need to wake you up?”] San panicked, but his drama was still playing, so he tried to focus back on it. [“Jongho… I want to feel you again. This is so hard to be here without you.”] San was shock, his teammate was not that innocent anymore. [“I will let you sleep but when you are back to Korea, the first thing I want is you to fuck me.”] San threw the phone on Jongho’s blanket and yelled on him. “What?” said the maknae scared about his hyung behavior. “You slept with Y/N?!” Jongho blushed and stuttered. “What were you doing in the bathroom?!” asked San. “I-“ “NO! I don’t want to know finally!” he said, slipping under the sheet, trying to sleep to forget these messages. “This is disgusting!” he added. Jongho sighed and hide under the cover. But for sure he would reply to your texts.

MINGI

Mingi came back from his run. He was trying to keep a good form after his hiatus. So, when he entered the dorm covered by sweat, he instantly went to the bathroom to take a shower. But before that, you walked up to Mingi to greet him well. “Hi Mingi. It’s been a long time!” you smiled. He bowed to you, “hi Y/N. How have you been?” “Pretty fine and you?” you smiled. Mingi was always surprise by your kindness. You were always asking them if they needed something or how you could help, even if you were the guest and not their host. He was happy that Jongho had find a nice girl like you. “Good, thank you,” he smiled. “I should take my shower.” You nodded, “yes sure, I will look for Jongho.” You walked away, leaving a confused Mingi. He was used to talk to you, but this time something was strange. Finally, he stepped in the bathroom to remove the sweat on his body. 20 minutes later, he got out, towel around his hair. When he opened the door, he heard curses coming from the living-room. He walked there slowly to see what was going on. He would have never thought that Jongho and you were getting dressed in rush. “Oh my… MY EYES!” yelled Mingi turning around to avoid this scene. “Hyung!” That’s not what you think it is!” said Jongho panicked. “Put back your pants and come in the kitchen! We need to talk!” Ordered Mingi disgusted. Jongho facepalmed while you were giggling behind him, “come on, it’s okay!” The maknae rolled his eyes, he knew that everyone would learn about this soon. Nobody was talking in the kitchen. Mingi was staring at you both, disappointed and disgusted; your hair was messy and Jongho shirt was tugging on a side. “How could you think that you would have enough time to get a…” he stopped and took a deep breath, “a…” You couldn’t help but smile, he was really shy too. “ A blo-“ you started “Whatever!” yelled Mingi, cutting you off. “And just next to me!” he added horrified. “It’s not a big deal Mingi.” You laughed. “IT IS!” he yelled, “Jongho has a room! If you want to do dirty things, just go there! I don’t want to see this again!” You giggled but nodded, “okay sorry Mingi.” Mingi looked at you. You were not so innocent finally. You were probably thinking about doing this when you talked to him. Just when he stopped yelling, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yunho got in the dorm. “GUYS! I need to talk to you!” shouted Mingi. Jongho rolled his eyes and buried his face on his arms, “my life is over.”

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung invited ATEEZ members out, for his birthday. He reserved in a chill and cool restaurant. Of course, he invited you. You were Jongho’s girlfriend and he liked to spend time with you too. When everyone arrived, Wooyoung proposed a toast. He hit this glass softly, “ladies and gentlemen.” “He’s about to geonbae haja like a thunder,” laughed San. “Wooyoung snorted at his friend’s joke and began. “Firstly, thank you for being here today! I know that all of you were busy because of your individual schedule. Or even you Y/N, because of your work!” You smiled, “I wouldn’t miss that Wooyoung!” Jongho wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “you are my girlfriend, stop being nice with him!” Wooyoung smirked, “Secondly, thank you for taking care of me this year again. My parents are grateful that I am surrounded by kind people as you guys! Especially Yeosang and San!” While he was talking and being grateful to everyone, he noticed that Jongho and you were not really attentive. You were whispering something to Jongho that made him smirk. Wooyoung found this behavior really unusual, especially coming from the maknae. Focused on you and your boyfriend, Wooyoung forget what he was about to say. “22 years old and you are already forgetting things.” Chuckled Seonghwa. Wooyoung wanted to reply but he was staring at the scene in front of him. You were blushing while Jongho was whispering in your ear almost biting it to tease you. “They fucked,” he said straight. Everyone was looking at him, outraged. “What- Wooyoung,” said San, shock. “Jongho and Y/N! They fucked!” Hongjoong replied, “don’t tell nonsense…” “You can’t see the sexual tension between them?! They’re going to jump on each other after this dinner!” Now everyone were looking at you and your boyfriend. “Is it true Jongho?” asked Seonghwa. He didn’t reply, but the red shade on his cheek did for him. “Jongho did it!” yelled San. Yunho and Mingi were almost crying, proud of their grown maknae. San was rushing to you, asking if everything was okay and asking if Jongho was a gentleman to you. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were talking together about this situation, deciding that one of them would need to talk in private with Jongho. While Yeosang, ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate this news. While Wooyoung tried to get their attention back. “Hey! This is my birthday! Not a ‘Lost V-Card celebration’!”

[ddaehyeon]

– ♡; UNGODLY HOUR ; PARK SERIM 

pairing: park serim + reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.7k

summary: an unexpected midnight call caused by the thoughts that clouded serim’s mind. 

if all the equations written on your notes were a sea, you’d probably be already drowning in it. the library was silent, only the flipping of the pages mingled with the sound of the pen running by the paper was heard. soft music was enclosed in your ears through the earphones, preventing you from dozing off.

with narrowed eyes, you stared at your homework for a moment. a sigh of defeat leaving your lips right after. staring won’t solve an equation. but you wish it could. you desperately wish it could.

the chair beside you was pulled, a student occupying it right after. he placed his own books on the table and when your eyes met, he gave you a wave. you unplugged the earphones from your ears, a brow raised to the male. “oh, serim? you’ll be studying?”

a soft chuckle was heard from serim which made a smile linger on his countenance as he spoke. “yes, i’ve decided to become a better student.”

“ah, i see. hope you’ll not change your decision after two minutes,” you remarked, returning your focus to your notes as if you were not spacing out earlier before serim arrived.

“thank you so much for the encouragement,” serim said, matching the mockery you provided in your words. “i’ll work hard.”

instead of giving a verbal response, a beam came to your lips. he should be used by now with all the remarks you throw him.

a close friend—it was the title serim had been embracing for the past years. with the two of you meeting on the first day of classes during your freshman year. it went on and on for the next years and now that both of you were in your junior year, close to being inseparable. nearly all classes you enlisted covered the same time slots on his own schedule, making him your classmate for almost all the subjects aside from economics.

another male came to your sight, snapping you out of your thoughts. he pulled the chair adjacent to yours, a small smile visible on his brim. “you’re y/n, right?”

your nod was his cue to take the seat in front of you, his own books settled in front of your messily piled things.

“allen ma, a junior as well. you signed up for integral calculus tutoring sessions, right? i’ll be your tutor.”

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as soon as the classes ended, you closed your notebook. everyone else was shuffling out of the room. you took your time to stare at the whiteboard which was filled with lines and symbols written by your professor. pressing your eyes closed, you leaned back to your chair. a mental note of which should be done this evening was made.

“planning to sleep here?” serim asked, placing his things back to his bag before swinging it to his shoulder.

letting go of a sigh, you opened your eyes to look at him. huffing, you eventually stood to arrange your things. “this is not a desirable location to sleep. i'd rather go back to my dorm than sleep here.”

as you were talking the next lecturer entered the room, serim gave the professor a bow which was a gesture that you followed. getting your bag to your shoulder, you nodded your head to the direction of the door. both of you must leave before the next block comes inside for their class.

faint streaks coming from the setting sun came to touch your skin. the hallway was close to being empty, only a few students were around either rushing to go to their next class or leisurely making their way out of the building.

serim and you walked in silence, both drained from the lessons today schedule had brought. the semester was barely halfway the calendar and each passing day, the topics taught were getting harder and harder.

“there’s a new café a few blocks away from the main gate, want to check it?” serim attempted to start a conversation.

nibbling your bottom lip, you tried to make a quick mental browse of the things you have to do. then it hit you. “ah, i need to meet allen.” you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time. there was a tutoring session scheduled after the class. with the abysmal grades, you were getting on the past activities, this could be your only redemption. “tutoring sessions.”

a pout w became visible on the lips of your friend, displeased of your answer. “even a quick drop won’t do?”

“i'm afraid i can’t. the tutoring session will start in roughly 15 minutes.” you gave the other an apologetic smile which caused him to drop his shoulders. it was no use of persuading you over this matter anyway. he can ask you to check it with him in other days. “guess i have to go now? have a good evening serim.”

“you too, y/n.”

all serim could do was wave at you as you began to walk your way to the library where the tutoring session would occur.

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“serim, what did he just said?” poking the other with a pen, you tried to catch his attention. the lecture was going rather too fast for your likings; your notebook page which was supposed to be filled with the terminologies had blank spaces in between.

“i don’t know.” serim answered.

earlier this day, he’d been acting a little off. he could have that child-like streak on him where he would just cling to you and be sulky whenever he gets less attention, it was acceptable. the same way he got used to the remarks you’d throw, you also got used to serim’s natural clinginess. but today sure be a different one. the morning greeting he gave was a swift one, holding no actual enthusiasm. and every time you’d ask him what his problem is, he would wave you off.

“let me see your notes then.” quite demanding, you scooted closer to him, your hand reaching for his notebook to check what was written there. it was the only way left for you to get the missed parts from the dictation.

serim snickered at your actions, dragging the notebook away from you as he tried so hard to focus on jotting down the words that endlessly flow out of your professor’s lips. “go ask your tutor about it.”

“go and eat cheeseballs later, your mood is quite unbelievable.” rolling your eyes, you moved away from him. a minimum effort exerted to write the words you could catch up on. every now and then, you would look at the male with a sharp gaze.

maybe serim woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

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it was already midnight, that was the only thing you were sure of.

you were not even deep in your sleep when the vibrations coming from your phone which was lazily placed under the comforts of your pillow woke you up.

"so give me a valid explanation as to why you're calling me at an ungodly hour of..." you paused for a moment, trying to catch a glimpse of the time at the wall clock which was barely illuminated. giving up, you looked at your phone instead. the caller's name displayed on the screen, the duration of call running. "... an ungodly hour of 2am." you placed your phone back to your ears. "oh god, serim if this-"

"i have something to tell you." the seriousness laced in his tone made your stomach flip, nervousness came rushing to your body.

"ooooh~" a chuckle was heard from you. it was an attempt to brighten up the mood of the other. "romantic. are you about to profess your undying love for me?"

“yes, i am.”

it was the small thinking that ended up to massive thoughts that hindered him to come to a peaceful evening. branching out each of the sensations he felt when you ended up not giving him much time as you would usually do, serim began asking why. why was he so upset when he usually won’t get upset with it? when you spend your time with your other circles, he was always okay with it. when you decline to go out with him for a detour whenever your classes end, he was alright with it. but with another person placed in the picture, he found himself succumbing to a certain frustration—something that wants to get more of your attention.

“wait, what?”  it was the only reply you managed to utter. his words awakening your senses. seriously?

a soft frustrated growl was heard from the other line—more like a whine serim would do whenever he’s embarrassed by something. “sorry for the way i acted today… i was just so lost in my thoughts.” even he wasn’t in front of you, you could already see the regretful pout decorating his lips. “acting with feelings rather than thinking… i'm really sorry, y/n.” a short pause was done by the other, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts and come up with proper words. “i can’t sleep and maybe this is because i dived in the sea of my thoughts, but i can’t find any other reason to explain why i got upset of you declining and spending less time with me. do you like your tutor?”

the question pulled a peal of laughter from your lips. silly how he thought you’d end up having such fondness for a guy you barely interact with.

“come on, it’s taking too much courage for me to word this out.” another whine was heard from him. “don’t laugh at me!”

“sorry, sorry. it’s just i was surprised by your question,” you replied, in between faint chuckles. you breathed in, trying to stop yourself from laughing. “well, i don’t. please, i just met him.”

serim sighed in relief. “that’s all i need to know. now, i can sleep,” he uttered, his tone merrier.

“i thought you’re going to conf—”

once again, he interrupted you. his words probably will be the one leaving you awake for the next few hours. “i like you, y/n.”

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[oki-writes]

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Kageyama have a child together. Living life as third years and teen parents.

Warning: teen pregnancy and cursing (looking at you Tsukki and Kags)

Your POV.

“Tobio how do I look” you spin in place showing off your new uniform for your third year.

Kageyama reply’s with a simply fine, while wrapping his arms around you.

Nobody’s POV.

Walking into your son’s room you start to get his day bag ready. Diapers, bottles, extra clothes, toys, wipes, and snacks. Lastly you put some extra cash for Miwa just in case.

Once finished you set out to dress Hiroto. Settling with a simply white button up and black shorts. Aiming to not make him stick out when he gets drop out at school later in the day.

The only reason for this though was because you were an A+ student. Also your afternoon class wasn't really academic based since you told most of them during your break. All you had to worry about was after school with the volleyball club since you were the manager along with Yachi. But, that was to worry about later. Your little family was ready for their first day of their last year of school.

Your POV.

“Miwa you sure you got Hiroto. I can always stay hom-“

“No you get to school. I’ll drop him off at lunch for you. Now get, don't be late. This is your last year, enjoy it because last year you really couldn’t. Now not but go on” Miwa said while pushing you out the door.

“Kags I don’t want to leave him, let’s go back home”

Kageyama just glanced at you with the look that said “keep walking or I’ll drag you”. I wonder how everyone on the team is going to react seeing Hiroto for the first time in a while. Ohhh. I forgot we have first years, it’s going to be so awkward to explain to them. Calm down (y/n) you got this. This is your years so own it.

“Um (n/n) what are you thinking about, you look stupid right now with that face”

“Oh shit up Tobio, I’m just thinking about having to explain to the new first years in the club about our child that’s all” you gripped his hand.

“Okay boke”

Wow I hadn’t seen the school for a while hopefully I don’t get lost. I’m sure they remodeled it looks different. Now where’s my class...ummm oh class 3-5.

“Bye babe see you later” I gave Kageyama a kiss and walked into class. Surprisingly I was pretty early and the only other people inside the room were Yachi, Yams, and Tsukki. I noticed they haven’t seen me come in, so being the great friend I was I creep behind Tsukki and...jumped on his back like a maniac.

“Oi who the fu- (Y/N)!!!!”

“Hey pals”

After the funny reunion people started to pile inside the classroom. Some of my classmates walked up to me and congratulated me for giving birth. Even the teacher that I recognized was my first year teacher, they must’ve been moved up to third years. Class started after everyone reintroduced themselves. At the end my teacher wanted to see the pictures of Hiroto that I have, so of course I showed them. As everyone said before “He looks just like Kageyama just with your eyes”. After that I got a text from Miwa saying she was at the front office to drop off Hiroto. I excused myself and left to pick up my son. Surprisingly Tobio was there waiting for me with Hiroto in his arms.

Your POV.

“Hey babe, I would have gotten him. I thought you wanted to practice some before school ended.”

“I did, but some of our friends wanted to see him and I was about to text you to meet me at the gym to have lunch with them.”

After the clarification, we guys walked to the gym. Hiroto was taking a nap when he got dropped off. I was planning to wake him up when we got there. After a few minutes we reach our friends inside.

“Hey guys we’re here sorry for being late”

“It’s fine” Hinata yelled then looking at the sleeping baby in Tobio’s arms

“I’m so sorry for yelling. I didn’t know he was asleep, Kageyama don’t hurt me” Hinata ran behind Yachi to avoid getting hit.

“Shoyo it’s fine I was about to wake him up anyways to eat or should I say drink” I walked up to Tobio and started to wake up Hiroto. He opened his big eyes and started to look around the room. He recognized Yachi since she came over a lot to help me with my studies after I gave birth.

After giving him his bottle I put him down onto the blanket we set out and let him crawl around. The conversation we had all together was basically about how Tobio was feeling about being a father. Also some funny moments that I told our friend group. For instance, me waking up at 2am because Tobio couldn’t remember how to make a bottle and failing miserably to the point he woke up the whole house screaming “(Y/N) HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MAKE A BOTTLE” or the time Hiroto throw up on him right after he got out the shower.

Tobio of course didn’t want me to say any of that and called me boke the whole time. But, I thought it was cute.

After that funny conversation, I looked and didn't see my son with us anymore. “WHERE IS HIROTO” after I shouted that Tsukki walked back to us with Hiroto in his arms, stating that he was by the volleyballs trying to play with them. I thanked Tsukki for finding him and looked at Kags because he was just asleep. But, I can’t be that mad since he was up all last night with Hiroto.

Soon the bell rang signaling we had to go back to class. Yams and Tsukki went back to our classroom, while Yachi and I walked to the music room since we both got the afternoon free of academic class till next semester. The music room was pretty much quite beside the small orchestra that was playing. We decided to work on some homework while Hiroto played with some of the first years inside the room. I looked over checking on him and saw that he needed a diaper change. Apparently a first year had a baby sister and he offered to change him while I continued my homework.

An hour later the small orchestra left and Yachi suggested we go to the little garden at the back of the school since we finish our homework and plan what we’re going to do for the volleyball club today.

Nobody’s POV.

Yachi and (y/n) with Hiroto in Yachi’s arms reached the garden. Going over some activities they could do with the first years to make them feel included with the teams. Pulling out the list of people who were in the teams you guys started to try to remember all the names.

1st years:

Misuki Kenji

Otauka Jiro

Kudo Eito

Ando Ren

2nd years:

Ono Yokuto

Mori Koji

Sato Hisato

3rd years:

Kageyama Tobio

Hinata Shoyo

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi (Captain)

Managers:

HitokaYachi

Kuroo (Y/N)

From what the papers say a lot of these players came from power house schools so that’s a plus. So today instead of a team valuation, they planned a team bonding activity. You guys went over a list of different activities they could do and decided on two. One is just a pass and toss and the other is just a 6 v 6 match. After going over the finishing touches you guys started to make your way to the court to set up.

The bell rang and the first one there was Yams and then the other third years arrived. They already changed into their gym clothes and Kags came up to you and grabbed Hiroto from you. Later the second years arrived, they congratulated you again for having Hiroto. Now the first years were all that’s left.

“Hello is this the gym for the volleyball club”

Next.

Hey guys this the first chapter in my first every series. I’m still working on a update schedule but I plane to at least have one ch. per week even more if possible.

Also I usually do I have Spanish word of the day and today’s work is crow: el cuervo

@humanitysbiggestsimp @french-girl-online @yeehawslap

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Star-Crossed ⁕ Chapter 10

←Chapter 9 | Master list

"Concentrate, Harry” Hermione’s voice rang in the empty classroom as she tossed another book onto the wooden stool on the other side of the room from Harry.  

The bespectacled boy let out a frustrated grunt, he said angrily “What do you think I’m trying to do, ‘Mione? But no, I’ve got the image of a great big dragon in my head – Okay, try again” He faltered at Hermione’s glare, sensing her impatience to deal with his sarcasm.

“Accio quill!” He tried once more, watching as the book flew halfway across the room towards him before dropping onto the floor.  

“I have Arithmancy!” Hermione gasped as she glanced down her wrist watch in worry. She turned to look at Harry apologetically, “I would really love to stay and help you out, Harry but-”

“It’s alright” Harry replied with a reassuring smile. In an instant, the bushy-haired girl rushed out the classroom with her belongings, leaving Thalia and Harry in the room, “Aren’t you heading to you next class, Lia?”

“I’m not really looking forward to History of Magic” Thalia replied with a soft smile before directing her attention towards the book on the floor, flicking her wand towards it making it vanish, reappearing back onto the stool.

“So how are you and Fred?” Harry casually, deciding he needed a break before he goes back to attempting to summon the book.

“We’re... alright, I guess? We talked briefly today, he told me he trusts me but that’s about it” Thalia shrugged, fiddling with her wand in her hands, “I really don’t feel like talking to him more, though. Especially since I haven’t gotten a proper apology”

“That’s a bummer, from what I’ve seen in the World Cup, you would’ve been a perfect couple”

Thalia scoffed, “If Fred only knew how to get his big head out of his ass, right?”

This brought Harry to laugh, shaking his head towards the older girl who remained smiling, “How about you try it again, Harry? And I’ll go get us some snacks in the kitchen for us?”

“That’d be brilliant, Lia”

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“So, how’d it go?” Hermione asked, joining them once again in the empty classroom which Professor McGonagall graciously lent to them for the night. The three had been switching up their schedules to accommodate helping Harry. Though for the most part, Thalia had been the one patient enough to really teach him.  

By the time Hermione had returned, it was near midnight.

“Well, the good news is that Harry had managed to summon the object...” Thalia trailed off, watching Hermione’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“And the bad news?”

“They may have been hitting me in the face the entire time” replied Harry.

The three continued until they were sure Harry got the hang of it, because if he’d ever need to do this tomorrow, he’d have to summon his broom directly from inside the castle rather than just a few feet ahead of him.  

Finally, by one in the morning, the three retreated to the Gryffindor common room, switching using a couch pillow perched at the bottom of the dormitory steps with Harry in the other side of the room near the portrait hole.

It was at 2AM when Harry finally got the hang of it, tossing a heavy book back towards Thalia, who caught it with ease, and directing his wand at it, “Accio dictionary!”

The dictionary was quick to dart out of Thalia’s hand, flying straight into Harry’s awaiting ones before it could hit him straight in the face again.

“Atta boy, Harry!” Thalia cheered, rushing towards Harry and Hermione who were both celebrating. “Now you’re ready”

“I just have to make it work tomorrow” said Harry, “The Firebolt’s going to be much further away and...”

“It’ll work Harry” Thalia reassured, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulder to pull him towards her, “Don’t let your nerves get to you, yeah? You should go and get some sleep now, you’ll need a lot of energy tomorrow for the First Task”

“No, it’s fine I’ll help you clean up” He motioned towards the common room where items were scattered all over the floor and the furniture.

“We got it, Harry” It was Hermione who spoke this time, “Lia’s right, you need to rest”

“Are you sure?”

“More than”

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Breakfast in the Great Hall was full of excitement as the day of the First Task arrived. The students of the three schools were all buzzing in joy as they exchanged their theories about what they expected, and some – Thalia could see – were already placing their bets on the first champion to be declared the winner.

However, among the crowd were the champions. And while three of them talked excitedly among their friends and countless of students who approached them to wished them luck, Harry was in a far different state.

“Harry you look dreadful”, Thalia dares say as she watched him sit across from her, hair ruffled more than usual. There were bags underneath his eyes indicating his lack of sleep, and a paleness noticeable in his lips from the nerves.

Leo, who had been sitting in the Slytherin table waiting for Thalia to arrive, swung his legs over the bench to join Thalia, bumping shoulders with her in greeting, accompanying it with a smile. Upon looking at Harry, though, his smile faltered.

“You alright there?” Leo asked Harry, who was pushing his breakfast around with a fork.

“Yeah” Harry replied softly, “Just nervous”

“Well, I can assure you, you’re in a much better condition that Viktor had been last night” At the mention of the name, the three turned towards Viktor Krum, who was talking to fellow Durmstrang students and a couple of Slytherins in their table. Thalia noticed he did have the same tired eyes as Harry, and flushed cheeks, “He was a wreck, regretting that he even dropped his name into the fire”

“Are we talking about Potter regretting dropping his name into the fire?” Draco interjected the trio, peering over their shoulders to allow himself into the conversation.

“Don’t you have any other people to annoy, dear cousin?” Thalia said with a roll of her eyes, pushing Draco away from their table.

The blonde didn’t even budge from his position, his smirk growing deeper especially at the sight of Leo’s hand casually placed on top of Thalia’s. But that’s not what’s on his mind today – no, today he wants to aggravate Potter.  

“I bet you Potter will only last a minute in the tournament” He stated boastfully, staring at Harry who didn’t pay him any mind.

“Sometimes I wonder if you really don’t have it in your system to shut up, dear asshole cousin”

Draco’s smirk dropped, “I don’t understand why you’re always so mean to me”

“Try stop being a prick to others, maybe I’ll explain it to you” Thalia smiled teasingly at her cousin, who – although knowing she was not kidding – smiled at her. With one last glare towards Harry, he left the table, leaving them to return to the conversation.

“Just remember what we practice last night, Harry” Hermione piped in, ceasing her conversation with Ginny to look at the boy, who still hasn’t eaten from his plate, “and fill up, will you?”

“You’ll need it” You added, urging Harry to take a bite of his food. They accompanied him as he tried to finish his meal, talking about anything other than the task to distract him... which didn’t work since Professor McGonagall approached him, telling him to get ready for the First task.

“I hope he doesn’t get the Hungarian Horntail” Ron spoke when Harry had left, his eyes following his friend as he left the Great Hall.  

Thalia placed her fork down, throwing a confused look towards Ron, “They brought a Horntail?”

“Well, Charlie said-”

“And Charlie’s here?” Thalia threw her hands up in exasperation, “Merlin, of all the dragons he had to bring – I seriously need a talk with your brother”

“You can come see him with us later” Ginny offered, saving Ron from your frustration, “We’ll see him off after the first task. I’m sure he’d want to see you too”

“Brilliant”

Cheers filled the Gryffindor Table after that, as Professor Dumbledore urged the students out the Great Hall, instructing them to gather in the Quidditch Pitch for the First Task. By the time everyone had arrived, the pitch was much more crowded than before, everyone almost shoulder to shoulder in the small area. Despite the flood of people though, it’s still heavily cold that Thalia regretted not dressing warmer – as usual.

“You cold?” Leo asked, looking down at Thalia who had pulled her sleeves down to cover her freezing hands.

Thalia smiled sheepishly in response, eyes widening when she realized Leo was making a move to remove his scarf.

“It’s alright” Her hand on his forearm stopped him, “I can take it”

“Nonsense” Leo laughed, already wrapping his scarf around her neck before she could protest any further, “It’s much colder back in Durmstrang; plus, our coats do wonders in the cold”

“Are you sure?” Thaila asked, watching as Leo adjusted the collar of his coat to hide his neck – which actually looked quite warm.

“Positive”

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Nerves filled Thalia’s system as Harry emerged from the champions’ tent, his wand gripped tightly in his hand as his eyes searched through the crowd. Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor section, all waving their personalized banners and flags in support for Harry.

The Hungarian Horntail Harry had so-unluckily picked was circling the golden egg perched in the middle of the field, its eyes watching Harry cautiously, ready to attack at any sudden movement.

Harry was careful though, maintaining his distance from the dragon as he raised his wand, summoning his broom with an “Accio Firebolt!”

It was quiet for a moment, the crowd waiting for anything to happen because Harry had been the only one to use anything other than his wand – the others readily attacking the poor dragons with magic.  

Thalia waited in her seat; her hands unknowingly clenched beside her as she prayed the bloody broom would show up now. That’s when a buzzing sound filled the air.

Everything happened so fast Thalia didn’t even get to process it. One moment, Harry had been standing on a boulder, the next he had mounted his broom, flying into the field as he strategized for a way to grab the egg harmlessly. Everyone was screaming by then, including Ludo Bagman who was bouncing on his seat in excitement.

“Wowee, the kid could fly!” He exclaimed, voice echoing in the large expanse of the field, “Do you see this, Mr. Krum?”

Thalia watched as Harry rounded the dragon, missing the heat of its flames by mere inches as he flew higher and higher. The dragon was having trouble catching up, its chains binding it to the floor making its attempts at flying after Harry almost useless.

Until the chains broke.

Harry was quick enough to dodge the dragon as it went after him, following him as he fled from the field and into the open area surrounding Hogwarts. From the stands, Thalia could see Charlie talking amongst his fellow dragon trailers, his face holding panic as he looked up and searched the air for any sign of Harry coming back.

However, it was Thalia who had caught his sight, watching him disapprovingly which made him smile. He sent a cheeky wave over in their direction – sending a flying kiss towards his brothers who gave him the middle finger back – before mounting his own broom. With one last teasing smile towards Thalia, he raced after Harry and the dragon, disappearing from the field as well.

“Fuckin’ hell” Thalia breathed out as she turned towards Fred, George, and Ginny, all situated on the seats above hers. “You Weasleys are going to be the death of me”

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“Merlin, woman!” Charlie whined, rubbing the back of his head with a wince, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners – I've already gotten an earful from mum, I didn’t expect to get one from you, plus a hit in the back of the head!”

“Well, that’s your fault for bringing a bloody Hungarian Horntail to this tournament!” Thalia countered, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared up at Charlie.  

“It’s well-trained, Lia” Charlie stated proudly, a smirk on his lips, “I trained them”

“Oh, so that is why they’re so freaking grumpy”

A grin replaced Charlie’s smirk, and before Thalia knew it, she was pulled her into a hug by the older Weasley, immediately calming her down, “You worry too much, Lia” He pulled away to keep her at arm’s length, studying her face as he reached up to thumb in between her eyebrows, “You’re too young to worry about all of these”

“’Fraid not, Charles” She swatted his hand away, pulling away from the embrace.  

The rest of the Weasleys have left to return to the Gryffindor Tower, not wanting to miss the small celebration they’ve prepared for Harry in the common room. Thalia was less than enthusiastic to join them though, opting to stay and catch with Charlie a bit longer.

“I heard what happened between you and Fred” He said softly, cautiously approaching the topic that seemed far too sensitive – and fresh – at the moment, “I’m really sorry for his behavior, Lia”

“It’s not your place to apologize, Charlie” Thalia forced a smile, “It’s... it’s between the two of us... and as much as I love you guys, I really don’t want anyone else involved or taking sides”

“I know” Charlie sighed, “if it helps, Bill and I have talked to Fred already. He seemed very guilty for what he did”

Thalia remained silent, not having enough strength to deal with all of this right now. So, she simply sighed, sending a weak smile towards Charlie who stood in front of her, waiting for a response. “It’s great to see you again though, Charlie”

“As it is always a pleasure to see you” Charlie grinned. “Let’s not pretend I won’t spend the last few minutes teasing you about whoever Durmstrang that scarf belongs to”

“Charlie!”

“Alright, alright!” He laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender “So how’s school?”

“Really?”

“Well, you didn’t want me to ask!”

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02. morning glory fizz | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is! ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Joshua x baking major!OC, and more TBA!  ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, suggestions of sex, language  ღ Word Count: 4.9k words  ღ Binu’s Note: a week late but better late than never i guess 😌 i’ve been avoiding tumblr to finish writing this, but i just kept getting distracted by choi seungcheol. hit that mf like button if you relate. i’m so excited for the special album y’all the teasers and concepts are so sadkfklsj i love seventeen

anyway, i apologize not only for the late update, BUT ALSO bc this chapter is also a lot of exposition again 😔🥺 i promise i’m done setting it all up and that some real shit will go down in the next chapter!! hopefully people will still be able to enjoy this chapter huhuhu 😭💗 if you’re reading this, i love u and i hope u have a good weekend!! 

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Having already completed the first half of her college career, Joohyun was well aware of the value of sleep. And yet, like most college students, she could never  seem to manage a decent sleeping schedule. She had only slept 2 hours when her alarm went off at 5:30AM. She groggily rolled out of bed, mentally cursing her past self for thinking that this was a good idea when clearly, the best idea at the moment was to snuggle back up under her covers and sleep in until afternoon. Only one of her eyes seemed capable of staying open as she pulled on her clothes and got ready for the day. When she suddenly heard the front door close behind her roommate, she cursed out loud, throwing her laptop into her bag before she rushed out the door. She half-wobbled, half-hopped along the second-story walkway while she tried to get her shoes all the way on.

“Bok Bongseon! Wait for me!” Joohyun called out in an aggressive whisper.

“HOLY SHIT! You scared me, Joo!” her roommate, a shorter girl with full cheeks and pouty lips, screamed at full volume. She clutched at her racing heart and leaned against the wall while she caught her breath. 

“Shut up, people are still sleeping!” Joohyun linked arms with Bongseon and dragged her down the steps leading to the street. It was still dark outside, but she could already hear the faint bustling of the mart located below their apartment. It was nice to know that they weren’t the only two people in Seoul insane enough to be awake at this hour. 

“I thought you were the ghost of my grandma, you bitch! You know she visits me in my dreams to tell me how disappointed she that I’m a baker,” Bongseon said indignantly, though she still cuddled closer to Joohyun when they were hit by the morning chill. Once they reached the street, they both headed towards the train station without having to say a word.  “What are you even doing up?” 

“I am simply accompanying my favorite roommate to work to make sure that she gets there safely,” Joohyun crooned sweetly, and made kissy faces at the girl, who in turn pinched Joohyun’s lips between her calloused fingers. She tried to protest but could only let out pained whines until she was mercifully released. “Ow!” 

“Sorry but I cannot fulfill your roommates to lovers, 12k slowburn fantasy,” Bongseon continued on nonchalantly as they climbed down the steps to the platform. “You had your chance, but I am a taken girl!”

“Oh, so you and Josh are together today?” Joohyun teased. Although it probably wasn’t the best idea, considering her lips were slightly throbbing from the girl’s attack. “I’ll just wait until tomorrow then.” 

“Wow, bold words coming from Miss Fish Lips.” Bongseon raised an eyebrow and smiled tauntingly. “Understandable, considering  that that was probably the most action your lips have gotten in your entire life. I could probably set it up on a blind date with my fist, if you’d like.” 

Joohyun’s laughter echoed off the walls of the mostly empty station, startling the only other person waiting for the morning train (an old woman, who was still half-asleep prior to being rudely awakened by two very loud girls). Bongseon often made some colorful threats, morning or not, but Joohyun was one of the very few people who could be assured that her words were empty. “Don’t you know that it’s rude to stare, lady?” she barked at the old woman, who was openly glaring at them. Everyone else, on the other hand, was subject to Bongseon’s sharp temper.

This even included her boyfriend of approximately 4 years. ‘Approximately’ being the key word, because the two often took breaks--  a natural phenomenon when one partner was easily provoked and the other loved to do the provoking. Jihoon had told Joohyun that the two had met at the cafe in their freshman year, when Bongseon came in as a part-time baker and Joshua was merely a barista trainee. They started dating within a month and moved into an apartment together in two. That went just as well as anyone would expect. By the grace of whatever entity that was chaotic enough to keep their relationship intact, they made it 7 months before nearly breaking things off for good. As luck would have it though, a new hire and his roommate were in the same exact predicament as them. Kind of. 

Joohyun shuddered to recall her freshman year when she and Jihoon somehow convinced themselves that it was a good idea to share an apartment. In principle it made sense; they had lived across the street from each other since they were in diapers. Two exhausting months into trying to irritate the other into breaking the lease first, they met Bongseon and Joshua when Jihoon started working at Smile Flower. It didn’t take long for Joohyun to suggest the switch— she would move in with Bongseon and Joshua with Woozi. Just like that, she saved both Bongseon and Joshua’s turbulent romance (temporarily) and her and Woozi’s fractured friendship (now thriving). 

She and Bongseon have been roommates ever since, and Joohyun knew her life was a little easier for it. 

“Joohyun, you better stop looking at me with those heart eyes before I really act up,” Bongseon warned. They had boarded the train, but hadn’t bothered to sit down since Mansae University station was only two stops away. 

“But I just love you so much,” Joohyun pouted, affectionately resting her head on her friend’s shoulder. “What does Joshua have that I don’t?” 

“A dick. And that’s about it.” 

“Damn you, heterosexuality!” 

Bongseon snorted out a laugh. “Seriously Joo, how are you awake right now? You’re only ever this lovey-dovey when you’re severely sleep deprived. I know you don’t have classes until 3PM today. You also don’t have your internship today,” Bongseon narrowed her eyes when Joohyun visibly tensed up at the mention of her current occupation. “Also, since when do you watch Youtube videos until 2am? And don’t think I didn’t notice that all of them were titled ‘Relationship Q&A’s’ and ‘I confessed to my crush and he said this!!!’. Got something to tell me, missy?” 

It was so quiet on the train that Joohyun worried that Bongseon could hear all the wires in her brain short-circuit. With Bongseon’s cross-examination skills, it was a wonder why she pursued baking instead of joining her family’s firm. Come on, Joohyun, just tell a white lie. Easy, simple. Don’t need to overcomplicate things. “Oh, uh I— um— well, I j-just thought they were entertaining?” She was done for. 

“Right. You thought random couples self-indulgently talking about their love lifes for 40 minutes with default iMovies effects were entertaining.”  

“Y-yes?” Joohyun threw in her most convincing smile for good measure, but it did nothing to soften Bongseon’s hard gaze. “It’s my new guilty pleasure, haha!”  

“Hm, interesting,” Bongseon was momentarily interrupted by the sound of the arrival bell. Joohyun eagerly pulled her friend towards the exit, hoping that the distance from the train could also get her further away from the topic. Unfortunately for her, Bongseon did not plan on dropping it so soon. “You sure you don’t want to tell me anything, Joo? About your internship?” 

Joohyun began to sweat. Was she really that transparent? “Okay, don’t get mad--”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m super jazzed that you’re getting into relationships and everything, but really Joo? Youtube? You could just talk to me if you need help talking to your new crush at your job!” 

“Oh.” Joohyun would have let out a sigh of relief if she wasn’t out of breath from climbing the mountain of stairs up to the sidewalk. “Right. Confessing. To my crush. That I definitely have.”

“It’s okay to admit you have one, Joo. I’m no  stranger to workplace romance,” Bongseon said, her breathing completely even. A measly flight of stairs was nothing compared to eight hours of kneading dough. “Who’s the lucky bastard, Joo?” 

“Well, I’m not sure I would call it a workplace romance, per se…” Joohyun laughed nervously. There was no way she could stick another clean landing if she kept talking. 

“Shut up, I bet that guy is in love with you already. Who wouldn’t fall for the only editing intern at The Front?” 

“Haha, I don’t know…” Probably no one, because the only editing intern at The Front doesn’t exist? 

Joohyun could not be more relieved to see the small store front of Smile Flower Cafe. It was one amongst the many cafes located near campus, but Joohyun felt like nothing really matched its comforting home-like ambience. But that probably had less to do with the soft wooden floors and pastel ceramic mugs, and more owed to the three years Joohyun had spent hanging around there, usually bothering Jihoon and joking around with Josh. 

The two boys already stood waiting at the cafe’s entrance, too bleary-eyed to notice Joohyun and Bongseon quickly approaching. “Hey, ugly!” Joohyun called out, snickering when both of them turned to look at her. 

“What the hell, why are you awake?” 

“Good morning to you too, Jihoon,” she answered, blowing him a kiss. “I’m actually here to see you, believe it or not. Don’t you feel special?”

“Oh? That’s interesting, because you told me that you came here for me,” Bongseon broke away from exchanging actual kisses with Joshua to look between Joohyun and Jihoon in a way that Joohyun did not like too much.  “I guess it wasn’t a workplace romance after all.” 

Joshua mirrored his girlfriend’s implicating expression as he unlocked the front door, simply because he knew it made his friends squirm. “Wow Joohyun, you woke up this early just to talk to Jihoon? You really couldn’t wait to see him, huh?” 

“Uh, yes because I need his help—”

“Ah, his help, gotcha! Come on, Bongseon, I’ll go help you in the kitchen while these two help each other out here,” Joshua snickered. Before Joohyun or Jihoon could roast the couple in retaliation, they had already disappeared behind the counter. 

After years of similar taunts, all Jihoon could do was shake his head. “Okay Joo, what is so important that you need my help at 6 in the morning?”

“I wrote my first response last night!” Joohyun whispered excitedly, taking out her laptop from her bag. “Well, a few hours ago. I wanted to show you before continuing on with the rest! Here, look.” 

① Dear Miss Soju, 

I just started my first year at MU and she’s an exchange student from New York. We met at a party and talked for two hours about comics, aliens, anything we could think of. It was perfect. She even asked me to walk her home. When the time came for me to make a move though, I kind of dropped the ball. Since we had just met that night, I didn’t want to come off too strong. Now I really regret it - I don’t even have her phone number. I feel like such an idiot! I can’t stop thinking about her, but I don’t even know if I’ll ever talk to her again. Did I make myself seem disinterested? Will we meet again? Will she even remember me?

Sincerely,

Big Cringy Idiot

She let Jihoon read the asker’s message first, then scrolled down to show her answer.

Dear Big Cringy Idiot,

You and your crush seem to have a lot in common. There is nothing wrong with being nervous around someone you like. In fact, it is fairly normal and is a good sign that you like this girl very much. She also seems open to any future possiblities, since she did ask you to take her home. You need not worry about coming off too strong in this situation, although I do admire your dedication to respecting women’s boundaries. I hope you are able to find this girl again so that you can truly tell her how you feel. Best of luck to you!

Sincerely,

Miss Soju

“Joo, that was…” 

“Poetic, beautiful, life-changing?” Joohyun grinned, and nudged her best friend with each suggestion.

“Boring. It was boring.” Joohyun’s face fell, and Jihoon could only offer the girl an apologetic smile. “Dude, you’re gonna put people to sleep if you keep it up like this. I almost took out a pillow to take a nap on the floor.”

“But this is how I write my articles— Informative and concise! How else am I supposed to write it?”

“I mean, that’s great for reporting articles, but this is an advice column. It’s supposed to be fun, sarcastic maybe. Like your promo piece! That was good.” 

“I wrote that as a joke, hoping they would fire me for it,” Joohyun admitted, eyes wide in panic as she looked at her best friend. 

“Huh. Well, I think it would sound better than this Wikipedia article you got going on,” Jihoon shrugged. “Try to be fun!”

“I am fun!” Joohyun cried out defensively, her nostrils flaring with passion. When Jihoon responded with a doubtful look, she let out a dramatic gasp and snatched up her laptop, stomping over to her favorite corner in the cafe. “I can be fun! I’ll show you fun!” 

 “Atta girl,” Jihoon’s signature cackle filled the cafe, further fueling the girl’s aggressive typing. 

Just another morning in the life of So Joohyun.

To the surprise of the cafe’s current occupants, a student already tapped at the glass entrance, clearly in desperate need of his morning americano. He had walked all the way from the freshman dorms after a restless night of tossing and turning. When his phone screen told him it was already 6:05AM, he decided to just give up on sleep altogether. So there he was, trying to start off his day right, at Smile Flower Cafe, only to be stopped at the door by the grumpy barista with the red hair. He always felt like the other one was way nicer, especially since he would go out of his way to sneak him free cookie samples and made pleasant small talk while ringing him up (what was his name? Jonathan?). 

  All the red-haired barista ever did was scowl at him when he asked for a student discount. Now, he scowled at him as he gestured at the sign that indicated that the cafe would not be open until 7AM. The fatigued freshman had half a mind to make some choice gestures of his own, but he refrained and just whipped out his phone instead. He gave the mean barista one last pout before turning around and walking towards the 24-hour convenience store on campus.

➠ [ to: vernonie 😌😎  ] Good morning king. Are you still on your shift ?

➠ [ from: vernonie 😌😎  ] gm seungkwan pls k*ll me 

Seungkwan took that as a yes. It didn’t take long for him to arrive, the entrance bell ringing lightly when he stepped into the small store. At the register sat his roommate, who was clearly fighting to keep his eyes open. “Wol-cuh ‘n—” he tried to greet through a wide-mouthed yawn. “Excuse me, welcome in! Oh, hey Seungkwan.”

Seungkwan answered with a grunt and headed straight for the refrigerated coffee section, choosing the largest can.

“Uh dude, you good? You look like—”

“Like I haven’t slept all night? I am aware,” He immediately opened his coffee and took a long gulp of the beverage in hopes of feeling even a little better. When it did nothing after 30 seconds, he frowned at the concerned cashier. “Vernon, I will not be paying for this drink, because it is clearly defective. Coffee is supposed to fix everything.” 

“Is this about your audition today?” Vernon asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Your monologue sounded really solid last night though. Your audition songs were great too. You totally got this in the bag!” 

“It’s not just about the audition, sweet Vernon,” Seungkwan sighed. “It’s about who I’m going to see at the audition. I still don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.”

“Oh yeah, you are probably going to see them later.” For the past week, all Seungkwan could talk about was the theater tech sophomore that he had met at the theater department’s welcome party. They had sat beside Seungkwan and had helped him through all the fast-paced drinking games, and even took some of his shots when he kept losing. Surely, this was what love felt like.

That was what Seungkwan hoped anyway, because whatever it was made him feel all warm and tingly inside (or it could have just been the alcohol). Nevertheless, he had made big plans to confess to his crush as soon as possible. His dilemma for the past several days was merely a matter of how it would be done. “Not probably! I know for a fact that they will be there, because they told me that they couldn’t wait to see me,” Seungkwan let out a wail and slumped over the counter. “They’re the sweetest, most beautiful person to ever walk the earth and I just want to tell them that I would actually jump off a bridge for them. Why is that so difficult?” 

Vernon nodded sympathetically as he always did. “I mean, if you’re not ready today, maybe you could wait?”

“Wait?! No offense babe, but last time I checked, waiting didn’t get you anywhere,” Seungkwan said,  patting his roommate’s arm. Vernon cringed as he was forced to remember his own romantic blunder from the past week. “Clearly, we are both in major need of help. That Woozi guy’s show didn’t do anything for us! Also, we still haven’t heard from that Miss Soju character and it’s been what? Two days? If she’s such an expert, she would know that love is time sensitive!” 

“Ugh, I know. I keep refreshing The Front’s website just to see if she’s posted it yet.” Vernon sighed forlornly, which was a common punctuation to his sentences lately. “It’s getting me really antsy. What if she doesn’t even choose to answer our emails this time?” 

Seungkwan quickly covered the other freshman’s mouth. “Don’t say that! The universe manifests what we say will happen. We should ask for divine intervention instead.” He cleared his throat in preparation and threw his hands up to the sky. “O Eros, god of love, please shine your blessings down upon my and Vernonie’s love lives for we are but two humble, clueless freshmen in need of romantic guidance. Send down two of your swiftest, sharpest arrows, so that those that we desire may hear your soft whispers—”

Ding. The sound of the entrance bell rang once more, stopping Seungkwan’s prayer short, much to his irritation. “Is this a bad time?” the new customer, an ethereally handsome blonde, asked amusedly. He strode into the store and grabbed two spicy tuna triangle kimbab’s before approaching the counter. 

“Jeonghan hyung!” 

“Ah, Vernon!” Jeonghan smiled. “I didn’t know you worked here. You should come by my and Cheol’s apartment again soon, that was fun!”

“Hyung, this is my roommate that I told you about-- Seungkwan. And Seungkwan, this is Seungcheol hyung’s roommate,” Vernon said all while ringing up Jeonghan’s food. On the side, Seungkwan bowed sheepishly after unfreezing from his previous pose. “How’s your morning going? You wake up pretty early!” 

Jeonghan laughed heartily, shaking his head. “Oh no, I just finished an all-night stream. I just came by to get a snack before heading to bed. Seems like you two have been having a fun morning, though. Do you two always start your day off by praying to the ancient Greek god of desire?” 

Seungkwan flushed a deep pink. “Uh no, it was more like a cry of desperation. Vernon and I are having a pretty tough time confessing to our crushes, so I figured we should just try out anything that might help us. Nothing else seems to be working…” 

“Wait, that’s so cute,” Jeonghan cooed. 

“Would you be able to give us some advice, hyung?” Vernon asked. He didn’t know anything about the senior’s love life, but he did give off the vibe of someone who would know… a lot. 

Jeonghan’s eyes twinkled dangerously, a lazy smirk on his lips. “I mean, I could go talk to your little crushes for you, if you’d like. I’m sure I could get some sort of response out of them.”

One look at Jeonghan had Vernon and Seungkwan shaking their heads vehemently.

“No, we’re good.”

“Yeah, no thanks.” 

“Mm, good call.” Jeonghan took his food from the counter, and winked at the two boys. “I really wish I could help you both more, but I’m sure you’ll get what you’re waiting for soon! Today, if you want it enough.” 

There was something in the way that the senior stated those words that made Seungkwan believe him without a question. It wasn’t a naive suggestion or an optimistic prediction; Jeonghan spoke like it was the truth plainly written on the walls. He finally felt a long-awaited wave exhaustion wash over his anxieties, softening them until they fizzled away alongside the ebbing foam. All that was left behind were grains of sand. Suddenly, Seungkwan yawned,  and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his twin bed at the dorms. 

“Well, I should be heading off to bed! Looks like you should be too, Seungkwan,” Jeonghan said, suppressing his own yawn. The freshman nodded in agreement. He definitely needed to rest up— this was going to be a big day, after all. 

“Say hi to Cheol hyung for me when you get home!” Vernon said. 

Jeonghan hummed thoughtfully as he made his way back to the entrance of the store. “I will if he’s there! He didn’t come home last night.” He turned to leave the boys with one last sleepy smile, seeming to laugh at something only he knew. 

“At least one of us is doing something right.” 

“Jihoon, why can’t I get this right?” 

“I’m sorry! This just sounds nothing like you,” Jihoon shrugged. It had been a rather busy morning, but things slowed down as it approached noon, giving him the chance to look at Joohyun’s fourth draft of responses.  “I’ve never heard you say stuff like ‘rad’ or ‘hella’... Like are you aware that you sound like a skater from the late 90’s?” 

“That’s because the reference I’ve been using is from 1997!” Joohyun huffed in frustration. She was already backspacing albeit with a little more force than necessary. “I wasn’t even born in ‘97!” 

“Exactly, so stop trying to write like that. What if you tried to—” 

“Eat my ass, Hong!” The sound of the kitchen door slamming open interrupted Jihoon’s (probably unhelpful) suggestion, and the two best friends watched as Bongseon stormed out of the cafe in a familiar rage. Luckily, there were no customers to witness it this time. 

Instinctively, they looked to the kitchen door, where Joshua stood with a resigned smile on his full lips. “Oops,” he said, scratching at the back of his neck apologetically. ��Guess it was too soon to joke about our last break. Sorry about that, Jihoon. I’ll try to call in the head baker early to finish up the rest of the pastries for today.” 

He walked over to where they sat and plopped himself across from Joohyun. She offered Joshua a look of sympathy, but he responded by twisting his face up in a dumb expression, reassuring her that he was just fine. Still,  she couldn’t help feeling worried for both of her friends. No matter how many times Bongseon and Joshua broke it off and no matter how much Joohyun joked about it, she knew that their strong feelings for each other meant that it hurt a little every time they got into a fight. At least, that’s what she gathered from the various nights she spent soothing Bongseon while the girl cried into a toilet bowl, soju bottle still in hand. 

“It’s okay, Josh, you probably don’t have to worry too much. Knowing her, she’ll probably be back in 30 minutes to make up with you and then Jihoon will have to find someone to take over your shift,” Joohyun piped up. “But please take it back to your apartment this time, because I don’t make enough money to have every surface of my apartment sanitized again.” 

Joshua let out an easy laugh, as though he were not a man in deep shit. “Thank you, Joo. You always know what to say to make me feel better,” he sighed. “I should probably go after her. I’ll be back soon, Jihoon!” 

She waited for him to disappear out the door before turning to her best friend. “Wow, that’s gotta be a new record for them, right? I didn’t even know they got back together until this morning.” Joohyun was surprised to find that Jihoon had been silently staring at her for a good minute now. “...Why are you looking at me?” 

“What you said to Joshua,” Jihoon simply replied. 

“Oh, I was only joking about the sanitation thing. I just walked in on them once in the kitchen—“

“No I mean, how you said it. Maybe that’s how you should be writing your responses.” Jihoon grinned, watching as Joohyun gave him that look again, the one where she looks at him like he’s speaking from a third head. But he knew that this was going to be another Jihoon Genius moment, which seemed to be happening more frequently lately, much to his satisfaction. “Like you’re talking to one of your friends. I mean, it made Josh feel better, right?”

Joohyun’s eyebrows scrunched together and she mulled the idea over. Without another word to Jihoon, she began to slowly type on her laptop, gradually tapping faster and faster as she gained momentum. Her best friend giddily returned to his place behind the counter to tend to the customers that just walked in. He knew that once she got into a groove, there was no hope of stopping her. 

An hour later, Joohyun finally pushed away her laptop and waited for Jihoon to finish wiping down a table before calling him over. For some reason, she was anxious to show him the final product and even when he already sat besie her, she hesitated for a beat. Usually, her writing was professional and objective, always ending with a declarative period. She had spent years perfecting her reporting style so that when she presented the facts, that’s all they were. This, however, felt personal, like it was a part of her. And even though Jihoon probably knew her even better than herself sometimes, there was something so vulnerable about showing someone a side of her that she had only just discovered. 

And yet, she was curious to know— desperate to know: was it any good? 

“Well?” Joohyun watched for Jihoon’s reaction closely, both impatient and terrified to hear his thoughts. 

“Joohyun, this...” Jihoon started slowly. She braced for impact. “This is it. I think you’ve found Miss Soju’s voice.”

She exhaled. “R-really?”

“Yes, really. You answered the questions so thoughtfully, so you know it’s not just some generic bullshit you found on the internet. Plus, it was fun to read, like I think I’d read this even if I didn’t send a letter in,” Jihoon gushed, all while skimming over the words again. He turned to smile brightly at her, reminding Joohyun of a much younger Jihoon back in their elementary school days. “Most importantly though, it’s so you.”

Joohyun returned the smile, just as brightly. Warmth bloomed in her chest and across her cheeks. “Thanks, Jihoon, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Honestly, me neither,” Jihoon laughed.

“Um, can I ask you one more thing though?” Joohyun scrolled down to the last two entries, both of which asked for advice on how to make things official with a guy they’ve been talking to. The two letters were extremely similar in detail, but had been sent from two different emails and two different signatures. At first, she thought that maybe her judgement was muddled by her lack of sleep, and as the day went on, she figured her inability to recognize any nuance between the two letters was thanks her lack of experience. 

There was just something about the way they had described the boy. She knew that  intelligent, funny, kind-hearted, and unbelievably handsome were pretty generic adjectives. But what were the odds for both letters to also mention his infectious laugh and deep, dark eyes? “Do you think these two are from the same person? I’m trying to go for a confession theme for this article, so I included them both, but I’m afraid they’re too similar.” 

Jihoon read them over a couple of times, then shrugged. “They do sound pretty similar, but a lot of people go through that sort of thing. Also, so many people describe their crushes like that, but let’s be real, most of them end up being fuckboys. So trust me, both those people probably need your help. I mean, what’s the harm in publishing both, right?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Joohyun bit her lip, needing every ounce of reassurance she could get from her best friend. She read over her writing once, twice, thrice more. This was it. No more edits and no more excuses. Her finger hovered over the mousepad. “Okay, I”m going to send it in for approval now. Jihoon, you are about to witness me publish my first article for The Front.” 

Joohyun took a deep breath and clicked. Finally.

[reinahwanggg]

I Miss You》 Park Jisung

credits to gif owner

pairing: jisung park x reader

word count: 1.9K

warnings: slight angst (not really)

genre: established relationship, idol au, fluff, slight angst, jisung being a caring boy, boyfriend!jisung, reader misses him, but doesn't wanna admit it

a/n: i envisioned myself in this position haha, sorry

"good night honeybee. i love you."

"good night angel! i love you always."

jisung sleepily replies, yawning into the phone, before he closed his eyes to be guided into slumber. although he knows comeback seasons does take a toll on his body, and sometimes mentality, he makes sure he calls you every night. whether it be to tell you he'll be in the dance studio until the next day, or before bed, he always tries to find time for you in his extremely busy schedule, especially since he is quite worried about you.

although it's been a few months since the entire debacle, he always wants to make sure you're safe and well. he knew that you didn't mind all of the sudden attention, and you didn't care about what everyone thought about you and him together, but sometimes he just wants to make sure you're okay.

it's obvious that he's the more vocal one in the relationship; always saying what's on his mind, telling you whenever he felt you should say or stop this, or whenever he felt angry about something petty and wanted to say it to get over it. he just has more experience in expressing his feelings to those close to him.

you, on the other hand, always kept everything bottled up inside, not necessarily saying anything, even when it bothers you, because you wouldn't want to be a bother to others, unless it ticked you off. you were always the one to express your anger for some complicated situations, but rarely to others. you find yourself as your own confidant, as your own provider, as your own push to help you through the tunnel of life.

the way you handle things, often than not, got you in some heated arguments with jisung. he just wants you to tell him when it's too much pressure. especially that day when the camera crew came in, setting a gazillion cameras inside your house, saying that the fans would love to see how you and jisung interact. he saw how uncomfortable it made you, and seeing as it's been two weeks, and you still jump when you walk in your sleepwear at 7am and see the camera following you, it's enough evidence.

yet, whenever he asks you, you brush it aside. ''i'll get used to it'' you'll always tell him, knowing fully well, you sometimes can't stand it. waking up, and pretending to be a youtuber making a get ready with me video, only for it to actually be posted, it ticks you off. yet, all you tell him is that you'll get used to it.

this situation, was no different. for the past three months, jisung has had activity after activity to go through, while trying to record content for this stupid youtube segment. most times it would split videos of him and you on the phone, laughing about some stupid meme you saw on twitter. you know, every single piece of your body misses your boyfriend; dying to be back in his arms, and snuggled with him on the couch, watching random TV shows while he randomly kisses your hair and pulls you closer.

you know that you miss him, and yearn for the day he comes and tells you that promotions are over and the frequent break in between has begun, but you don't tell him that. you don't tell him how much you miss waking up in the morning to see him dancing around the kitchen to a video of you singing one of his songs in the best voice you can muster, unintentionally burning the eggs on the stove.

you don't tell him how much you miss coming home from an interview with other artists, only to see him fixing his hair, humming puzzle piece, smiling goofily at the thought of you. you don't tell him how much you miss your rant sessions; him ranting about how close fans get sometimes, and you ranting about how much you wanna punch your coworker in the throat for her unbearably cocky attitude.

you don't tell him how much you miss last minute packing for a day trip to the other side of the country. you don't tell him how much you miss sulking on the couch, only for him to plant a million pecks and kisses on every corner of your face, until you smiled and playfully pushed him away.

before you knew it, you're sitting up in your bed, crying to yourself about how much you miss him. and for once, you want to let him know, desperately throwing away your pride and wanting him to know how much you ache for his presence, and his quirky habits, and his killer smile, and just everything he has to offer. you miss him so much, your cries get a little too loud, your breath gets a bit too heavy, and your body shakes a bit too much, but you don't care, you just miss him so much it physically hurts you.

the little lamp in the corner of your room shines a somber gold around the room, you oblivious to the fact that the cameras are on 24/7 and is catching this very moment, of your vulnerability. you are also oblivious to the fact that he didn't hang up the phone, him obviously being too tired to actually hover his finger, as he was out like a light, his little snores in the background evident to the entire thing.

"honeybee, i miss you so much. so much it hurts."

you start, your voice choked up, coming out cracked, and scratchy.

halfway through your rant, jisung wakes up, blinking a few times to himself, trying to adjust to the bright light amidst the dark room, the slightest sound of hiccups ring in his ear, an extremely nasally voice ringing out sobs and muffled words, and he automatically sits up in concern. he wants to immediately ask you what's wrong, but instead just listens to what you have to say.

"i miss how, every time you hug me, it feels like placing the last piece of the puzzle in its rightful place. honeybee i just miss how much you check up on me when i'm sick. how sometimes we take turns nightly to sing each other to sleep, you laughing when my voice cracks, or me teasing you with praises for a run you mastered. i miss playful mornings, both of us being too lazy to move, but somehow ending up dancing around the room to various artists and songs. i miss when i wake up, and you're already staring at me, the loving gaze in your eyes as you slightly smile, immediately going to plant a kiss on my big ass forehead. i miss pushing you away, and telling you to brush your teeth before you could give me a good morning kiss. i miss when you and the boys would all pile up in my house, and i would get to show you a bit of my country's cuisine, and laughing when you guys scarf it down like you haven't eaten in years. and i want to tell you all of this, but i don't want to be a burden to you. you already have a lot, with some overbearing fans, promotions, and the occasional run ins. i don't want you to focus on me only and put your feelings on the backburner like i always do. i wish i just had to courage to tell you all of this."

by the end of your rant, jisung has to wipe a few tears from his eyes, smiling sadly on the other end of the phone call, wanting to just pack his overnight bag and come to hold you, tell you that he misses you just as much, and scold you for keeping everything bottled up, like he always does.

he goes to check the time, 2:16 am it says, and he knows that he has to be up by 4am in any event, and he suddenly thanks literally everything for the sudden off day his boss gave them, because he knows for sure, after what you just confessed, he's going to surprise you. he hears some ruffling on the other side of the call, the sound of bedroom slippers hitting the tile floors, and a door opening and closing. he just hopes you're okay.

you, on the other hand, walks into your kitchen, quite starved after crying your heart out for what feels like all night, which in truth was about three hours. you flip the switch, your kitchen suddenly illuminated, and you put your hand in front of your eyes, the quick headache taking effect, and you blink repeatedly at the sudden light. you then smile, before going to your dishes, taking out your favorite bowl, and pouring some lucky charms to the brim of the bowl, before going in your refrigerator, and grabbing your milk, pouring it in as well, and grabbing a spoon.

you walk back towards the exit of the kitchen, towards the corridor that connected both the living room and the stairway in separate mazes together. suddenly flinching once you see the infamous moving camera, following you, and you roll your eyes. 'do they not need new batteries or something?' you thought to yourself, before walking upstairs to your room.

you look up at the camera on top of your vanity, and smile and tight lipped uncomfortable smile, before showing the big bowl of lucky charms and chuckling.

"cereal hits different at 2am after an emotional breakdown."

you say, chuckling once again, and happily eating your food, humming along to love again, as it plays inside your head, liking the way it sounds, and suddenly asking alexa to play it for you. it's not as loud as it would usually be, considering what time it is, and the fact that your neighbor just came back home from her long ass business trip (which you're lowkey suspicious of, because her boss came looking for her halfway through, saying if she didn't come in tomorrow then she'll be fired) and doesn't like k-pop for the life of her.

you rest your bowl by the foot of your bed, honestly too lazy to go back downstairs and place it back inside the sink. you then go to your phone, and open it, seeing as it was still on the book you were reading before jisung demanded for your attention, only to then fall asleep on you ten minutes later. you read until you notice the sun up, suddenly hearing my first and last playing around you. the doorbell ringing frequently, and you check the time.

9:48 am it reads, and you realize you read about 10 books in the span of seven hours. you shout that you'll be down in a minute and make sure jisung's hoodie is low enough, before placing your bedroom slippers back on and walking down the stairs, turning into the living room and left, towards the separate entryway (it's kind of a big ass house), opening the door, before tears blurred your vision, and you immediately scooped up from the floor, and spun around on your porch, inhaling the scent you missed for the past three months. quite happy that you were in jisung's embrace again.

you didn't question it one bit, in fact you didn't question anything, just told him to come inside and told alexa to play the song louder. coincidentally, it was Quiet Down, making both you and jisung laugh boisterously, before walking into the kitchen, and dancing to his songs, as you both made pancakes and gossiped about anything and everything, just like you missed and loved.

[thinkinboutkiribaku]

part I, part II,

part III

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Back home, Katsuki felt like all he wanted was to let himself fall on something soft and not move for another hours. He hadn't expected school to be this tiring after only one half assed day, but above else it was his heart that went into some rough trial. It felt like a roller coaster but it'll become manageable after a while somehow… After all, he'd been dragging these feelings for a while now.

He was used to these 2am & 2pm emo sessions now. And they were fucking pathetic. Get a grip for fuck's sake.

As he finally let himself fall on the living room sofa, face muffled by pillows and comfy blanket ; he felt something hard unpleasantly in the way. As he muttered about having to get up against his will, he found the object of his discomfort was a pile of paper bind together, wrapped in an ugly sky blue cover bearing cheesy lines for a title. Katsuki recognized the heaviness of a drama script.

"Hey, what the fuck is this ?" he growled as he started flipping through the pages.

Because there was sounds of kitchen utensils clashing together coming from the corridor, Katsuki had to grunt some more because his body considered it too much of an effort to move from the comfortable sofa. At some point, his mother finally passed her head from the door frame.

"What is it, can't you use your legs !"

"What's that."

"You don't know ? It came from the postal service today."

"I said I was taking a break though."

"Do whatever you want, but don't turn your back to good opportunity. This is mrs Park's work, she's renowned for her cinematic work, I was really surprised someone like her would be interested in someone like you for her new drama."

"Shut up, I'm plenty mesmerizing.". She slapped the back of his head.

"Try to get a look at the full story, it could be really interesting for your career. And it might be more fulfilling for you than your previous roles.", she sighed.

"Hey, Ground Zero's the best fucking role !"

"Stop wasting your talent in stupid tv drama and work a bit more on those brat expression!"

He stuck his tongue at her, which she retaliated before leaving for the kitchen. Katsuki sighed, letting the upper of his body fall on the ground while his legs were getting tangled in the sheets. There was close to no chance he was taking that role. Still, he kept going through the dialogue pages. From what he caught up, the story's was about some dumb boy fighting and skipping school, on some stupid identity quest or whatever. Fucking boring.

And yet…

Around the last pages, some scenes sparked off his attention, and after reading thoroughly the honey covered outcome he gazed into the white void of the ceiling.

Then he sighed, before getting up in direction of the kitchen.

"I'll do it if it doesn't take on school schedules," he announced while taking a bite of the snacks lying on the table. "Tell' em."

"Can't you ask yourself."

" You're the one that insisted", he took another bite.

"I'll see for you- hey ! Stop eating before dinner," she went to flick the back of his head as Katsuki shoved the rest of the food in his mouth hastily.

"The fuck, cook faster then- Argh", she put one of her arm around his neck and squeezed hard.

"Smell these good vegetables I'm making and stay put, alright brat ! Huff. And what made you change your opinion about the drama anyway ?"

"Nothing, let me go, the fuck !"

"I didn't know you could show a tender heart under all these spikes. You better not half-ass this, you understand brat !"

"Shut up, the fuck, I- !", he untied himself from his mother's grip. "I won't, shit… "

Katsuki could only stand his mother looking at him, trying to read his words through his eyes, for a few seconds before kicking the door open and leaving. She could be awfully good at it sometimes, and he didn't want her noisy comments on that.

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"That was fast, I thought you weren't doing anything new for a while…." Kirishima said, flipping through the blue sky scenario, and Katsuki could hear his tone trying to hide some uneasiness.

"Don't whine, I'm still going to school."

"I wasn't whining !" he retorted, "… but it's cool if you still come to school."

Katsuki hummed as he corrected another equation. Tonight was supposed to be another study night, but Kirishima seemed interested in anything but their notebook. The fuck did he come here for even.

"It's not really your kind though… There's like, no explosion, no action, no guns, no chase… Hey, why'd you chose it ?"

"None of your fucking business, give it !", Katsuki said, forcefully taking the script from Kirishima's hand.

"Hey! Usually, you let me read your stuff", the red hair pouted, rolling on the bed.

"Yeah, well I'm supposed to tutor your dumbass right now, so get back to work", he kicked Kirishima's head that was hanging from his bed with his pen.

It wasn't really mean to be a secret, but Katsuki still preferred for Kirishima to not read all the scenario before he showed it to him.

"But I can't anymore ! My brain's turning into batter", the red hair whined, letting his body fall from the bed. "A bit more and I'm falling asleep right here."

"Well you can just sleep here later, so get the fuck back to work."

"But I can't tonight …"

"Why not, you live just next door."

"Yeah but, I don't wanna let granny alone... She says she feels weak lately so the manly thing to do is to help her, y'know. ", Kirishima slightly lowered his face, eyes darkening all of a sudden.

Katsuki turned around to find Kirishima's gaze. He could be so easy to read on some instance, but Katsuki learnt there was a lot of feelings kept hiding under these smiles. Nevertheless, Kirishima was earnest at heart and his eyes couldn't lie. And right now they seemed agitated. Red seeing red, Katsuki looked through his beclouded eyes and wondered when was the last time Kirishima last talked about his family's struggles, apart from that time in elementary. He frowned a bit at that memory.

"B-but it's nothing much though, just- Huh, what are you doing now ?"

"There's this girl on set, she gave me these", Katsuki said after seeking through his belongings, throwing small packets to Kirishima.

"What do you do with these ?"

"They're fucking face mask Kirishima, what you gonna do ? Fucking eat them ?" Kirishima giggled. "Now come on, Yuriko's (his granny) gonna love them."

"Shouldn't you warn your mom ?" Kirishima said, confused but smiling softly, as he followed Katsuki onto his balcony.

"Who cares, I'll just send her a text or whatever."

Self-aware much, Katsuki knew that amongst his many qualities, he wasn't really the best positivity and encouragement advisor. And that was fine, he sure wasn't going to listen to people's rumbling about their shitty life or whatever ; way too annoying.

But when it became about Kirishima, this uselessness upset him quite a bit. The little fucker deserved the happiest-honey time on this earth and fuck Katsuki for sucking as a therapist, he would never allow dark clouds to dim Kirishima's light.

"Yo granny, how's it going. Hope your bingo's partner'll be ready tomorrow cause you gonna look bomb af while they'll look like zombies, look what we got for you." Katsuki announced, as he kicked Kirishima's living room door wide open.

Thus, Katsuki, Kirishima and his granny Yuriko spent their night time drinking green tea in front of variety shows starring old and young famous people making fool about themselves live, all the while wearing face mask for younger complexion.

And as they were later all falling asleep sharing the same futon hours later, dimly lit by the soft moonlight crossing the window, Katsuki was remembering old memories from elementary in form of a dream. Younger black haired Kirishima and himself, skipping classes on some truancy ; hiding inside playground structures.

                                                                                     《 Mother's day's a dumb day anyway. It's just to suck us into capitalism and buying stuff all the time, it's just lies grown up makes. Wait 'til you hear the truth about Santa ! Plus, mother's aren't perfect at all, they lie and stuff. Mine's an evil old hag. 》

                                  《 Yeah… Mothers can be dumb… They do dumb things like… not being here for mother's day… forever… 》

                                                                Seeing that kid clinging to him, trying to act though when his knees were trembling just next to him. For the first time, little Katsuki, who never paid much interest in other kids his age, –- why would he–-, felt a weird tingly feeling inside his tummy that told him to not leave this kid alone somehow.

                                                                                                          And that feeling still hasn't left him.

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"Bakugou, you should try to seem more calm, you see ? You shouldn't feel that annoyed at her, keep in mind that your character's supposed to like her, ok ? The public needs to feel that lingering affection !", seeing as Katsuki frowned his brows, director Kim resumed. "You know what, let's all take some time, recess time for everyone, I want you all to be fresh and ready in 15 minutes !"

Katsuki sighed as he reached for his water bottle, gulping angrily– this session was starting to get on his nerve kinda.

"You sure ain't feeling the best for this role, ain't ya ?", blondie popped onto his vision-field.

"Hah ? Mind your fucking business !"

"You could be def more lit, blondie !", she raised both her thumbs with a stupidly elated expression.

"Shut the fuck up, you're blondie !"

"Ah, maybe you got me lol !"

Katsuki grinded his teeth before this exchange ; the script was cheesy as fuck and his screen partner–- Camie or something… not that he cared about her name–- was such an airhead. He kinda had already been expecting it, that the shooting would turn hard to grasp at first, considering he wasn't feeling his character ; but it still annoyed him.

"Why do I fucking care, anyway.", he sighed as he passed his hands through his bangs.

"You care 'cause it's our motto to do our best for the cam', ain't that right blondie ? Not to sound emo, but I know deep down you took this role because you highkey wanted to do good, righties ? "

"Shut up with the cheesy line."

"No way fam ! You're like real cute, so I want these scenes to be mad hotsy ok~ !",

The finger gun she offered gave him cold sweat goosebumps.

"If it really came down to that, I don't mind being your special someone's substitute tho", she gave him a slight elbow punch but her remark made him blush against his will. "What, you got a bae for realsies ?? The infamous Bakugou Katsuki ? No wayy ! But you seemed so inexperienced ?? Lol, no biggies tho ! "

"Shut you fucking mouth ! It ain't your fucking business !"

This 15 minutes recess was both too long and too short, in Katsuki's tired opinion. Fuck, he needed to focus. And to do better.

"Yooo Bakugou, looking like a zombie ! Your mom told me you were on set all day today, it was that tiring ?"

Katsuki turned his gaze towards the windows from which Kirishima was sneaking in from, <i>good timing</i> he thought. He had been rehearsing his lines for a while now, he needed a break ; and the red hair's company could only help him. He contemplated the boy's face as he was poking his cheeks.

"Shut up, I'll eat you", Katsuki said, abruptly wrestling Kirishima's neck.

"I give, I give !", the red hair giggled for Katsuki to release him. "What's so hard anyway, I thought you were genius actor.".

Katsuki let himself fall on the floor, throwing his highlighted script at Kirishima's face. And, under the filling sound of pages turning, he sighed, remembering blondie's words earlier. Thinking about his character, he eyed Kirishima pensively.

"You bet this be difficult for ya, you actually need to act thoughtful", he teased him.

"Fuck you, I'm plenty thoughtful alright."

"Alright", Kirishima hummed as he flipped the other page.

Katsuki could feel his heart tightening more and more as he contemplated. That definitely wasn't his characteristic to hesitate, damn this boy really had him all fucked up, didn't he.

"Wanna help me on my lines", he growled, as if the words were having a rough time making it.

It wasn't like it was the first time he asked Kirishima to do such a thing ; not that he usually needed help (of course not) but it was quite an efficient way to get in character better. So really, why did he feel his inside dancing around like that ; it wasn't like Kirishima would decline or anything, so keep your inside together damnit.

"Sure, if I can help !" Kirishima smiled, and Bakugou felt all tingly inside. He was really indulging, wasn't he. Saying it was only for the sake of the role…

"Cool." was all he said even though he already started diving his gaze onto those deep red eyes, positioning himself facing head on.

"Wait, do I have to get up ?"

"No, just stay that way… you're good."

Gazing into Kirishima's eyes, Katsuki tried to let his feelings boil without overflowing too much. Just… enough. This was a stupid role, but the character's love interest appeared quite similar to him if he focused enough… The love interest was, someone that had always been close to him, always by his side, never faltering no matter how hurtful he could be… Someone that looked up to him, with dazzled eyes, contemplating him as if he was a shooting star in the night sky but stars were reflecting in <i>his</i> eyes. Seeing him scintillating, Katsuki raised his hands and aimed for his arm, tightening his grip around his wrist, trying to feel if his heartbeat was beating any close to how fast his was in his presence.

"What's your problem, following me around like that.", he initiated.

"Ehm, I… I can't seem to leave you alone…", Kirishima reeled off, sounding rather dully but trying his best. Katsuki could feel his pulse beating slightly faster under his fingers.

"Well you should've, that had nothing to do with you.", Katsuki delivered as his face got slightly closer to Kirishima's, eyes still locked deeply.

"S- Sometimes, I remember the first time I saw you and my heart still beats really fast... You were so dazzling and I knew I wanted to be by your side all the time…", Kirishima seemed hesitant but his eyes appeared glowing. " And I.. I-I", he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. "I think I'm the best one for you to be with… forever ?", as he said his last words, he lifted his deep gaze into his and god damn he looked even sweeter under the softened light, Katsuki wanted to kiss him violently right here right now.

<i>But he couldn't.</i> Because those weren't Kirishima's words.

Still felt like they were though. His body temperature raised such that he felt blazed, by reflex he gripped Kirishima's wrist slightly harder. So close, yet so far.

"You're definitely the best for me, but I… Can't say the same about me."

It felt as if there gaze were intertwined together forever, when they'd only been confessing a few lines. Katsuki didn't know if it was for him only, but he swore the room temperature definitely intensified, with some new tension amplifying between them. Katsuki's straight-faced mask was unruffled as usual, but Kirishima's was so bad right now ; he burst out laughing awkwardly, hiding his crimson face inside his palms.

"Duuuuuude, this is so embarrassing ! I totally get why you don't like these scenes, aahhh", he let himself fall on his back.

"Definitely the worst scenes…", Katsuki mumbled as he let himself fall as well.

"How can you do that in front of cameras and still look cool and believable !"

"I'm genius actor after all."

"Ugh… Of course you are."

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part IV,