#but maybe a comma after friday and hi

[cloudstongue]

Hi cloud! Lovely interaction on a Friday eh?

Can I break someones arm?

(( I have never spoke grammatically correct)

Hello, Milly! No, you may not break someones arm…

[tons-of-vball-huns]

could u maybe do a post thats kenma x male reader (or gender neutral, whatever you’re comfortable with !!) where the reader and kenma are hanging out together at kenmas house, and the reader realizes they like him bc he asks to hold their face bc their eyes are so pretty <3 idk just rlly wholesome cutsey affectionate non sexual face holding

like hand on ur cheeks <3 and like kenma asks to hug the reader bc they get really uncomfortable w hugs but they feel okay to get hugged that day

i hope youre having a good day, and if you’re not, hopefully you find time to do something u enjoy :)

sorry my brain is scattered 😭/gen

[a/n: wait that sounds so cute! i have to do this asap because Y E S. thanks for the request, anon! also, i’m making it a gn!reader because that’s kinda like how it usually go about it and i changed it a tiny bit. btw, sorry for being late! love you, keep being you <3]

requests are open! i might be a bit late with the posting because my sat is coming up this saturday.

request is below the cut!

starring: k. kenma

type: fluff. fluffy fluffy fluff

warnings/others: unhealthy sleeping habits. weird formatting. commas galore. intended lowercase. use of “heck” and “hell”.

wc: 793 words

fun fact: kenma gets clingy and weirdly cuddly when he’s feeling tired or sleepy and even sleeps while cuddling a large dog plushie. he also takes the brain filter out and just says what he says without a thought and, in his opinion, acted like a drunk person.

fun fact: he would rather die miserably than let other people know about this. he hides the dog inside a suitcase whenever he leaves his room and has even made an elaborate plan to escape to brazil and start his life over if anyone gets even a single clue.

and if we extrapolate this data and think with common sense? you didn’t know either.

after a long day of school, you decided the best course of action was to just follow kenma home and hang out. it was a friday, and your family went out of town for the weekend, so you didn’t have to worry about returning home on time. besides, you’ve been hanging out forever, you knew no one would even bat an eye.

the two of you decided to play some video games to pass the time.

and that is how you ended up staying up until 7:37am.

one thing about kenma is that although he can easily get up at 2am to play, he has almost zero experience of staying up that long in at least 5 years. and coupled with the day before being an extra-long day — you had to write over 3 pages of notes for one class, had to run 5 laps for pe, and volleyball practice was extended until 5:30pm. he even woke up at 3am the night before to play on his console. he was rightfully more exhausted than usual.

kenma seemed to be weirder than usual to you now. he could barely keep his eyes open now, but neither could you, not after staying up for longer than 24 hours, so that definitely wasn’t it. was it the way he-

kenma placed his controller down and moved a bit closer to you, “wanna hug. can i hug you, (name)?”

you stared at him for a second. yeah, he was definitely acting strange, but he looked absolutely adorable in your opinion. his hands were outstretched, his eyes bleary and barely open, slightly furrowed brows, the tiniest hint of a pout on his cute, pink, kissable li- huh? no. where was your mind going to? you shook your head, “sure? i don’t really mind.”

“i’m happy you said you didn’t mind,” kenma muttered, nuzzling into your neck. “you always said you didn’t really like them so i was a bit worried you wouldn’t wanna.”

you awkwardly patted his back once, twice. this felt like a hallucination, what the heck was even happening? kenma never seemed to be the type to ask for hugs — usually, it was kuroo who was the one who asked for hugs. and you usually weren’t entirely comfortable with hugs, so why the hell did you say you “didn’t really mind”? and why was your cheek a little… warm? the ac was on full-blast, it doesn’t make sense! staying up for 24+ hours does some things to you.

beside you, kenma had stopped snuggling into your neck and moved a tiny bit farther, “hey hey (name)? is it alright if i… hold your face?” he noticed the puzzled look on your face, “it’s just that… your eyes look pretty, like super pretty. i wanna take a closer look. so can i?”

you tentatively nodded your head a little, still super confused. kenma’s face broke into a cute little smile as he shuffled closer to you and put his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face closer, his hands squishing your cheeks in the process. his hands felt incredibly cold against your warm, warm cheeks. you let out an involuntary shiver at the different temperatures.

“woahhh. so pretty, (name). your eyes look really pretty. i wanna keep looking at them forever,” he said, transfixed by your eyes.

you honestly thought your eyes weren’t all that special — you saw them daily so they kinda lost their appeal to you. maybe that was why you felt that feeling in your chest and stomach — fluttering, fluttering, fluttering like pretty little butterflies —, you never thought they looked pretty so maybe that’s why felt so flustered, your cheeks turning warmer, warmer, warmer? or maybe — you looked into kenma’s warm, excited eyes as he was squishing your cheeks and giggling and rambling about your “beautiful eyes” and how much he loved them — was it because it was him?

three months later, you still loved to tease him about that moment, watching his cheeks turn scarlet in an instant. but however embarrassing it was for him, he was glad it happened.

[yakuly]

⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉

Pop!

❤️ Chapter: POP!

❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem

❤️ Words: 849

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.

Pop!

No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.

But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.

Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.

I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…

Pop!

Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.

But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.

Pop!

As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.

"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.

"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"

I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.

Pop!

Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.

As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.

Pop!

Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!

Pop!

"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.

"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"

Pop!

Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.

Pop!

And this one too.

Pop!

He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.

I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.

"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"

Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.

Pop!

[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]

Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.

It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.

Your age?

24 years

Why were you arrested?

Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.

And what is your motivation?

The fucking bubble gum!

And how do you declare yourself?

Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

bouquet

I. Purple Hyacinth: sorrow

When Castiel first comes back to the mortal realm, to earth, to them, to Dean, he retreats, spends his time alone. He goes on walks, burrows himself under his covers with a book. He gets a bike at the thrift store in Lebanon and rides it everywhere. 

He does not speak much, for he doesn’t quite know what to say. He never expected to come back, and to be alive again, and alive as a human, is almost too much. Castiel is feeling things more deeply now: pain, love, hope, joy, sorrow. 

There are people all around him--Eileen and Sam and Jack and Dean--but he doesn’t really feel them there. Castiel is crouching, half-healed, underwater.

He lets himself sink.

II. Bluebell: constancy

Castiel is laying in his bed, in his cold, empty, impersonal room, staring at the ceiling, when the door suddenly swings open and Dean walks in holding his laptop in one hand and a plate with two sandwiches on it in the other.

“Heya, Cas,” Dean says, “Budge over.”

There’s no preamble, no asking, but Castiel complies, sitting up and shifting over to give Dean space on the bed. Dean sits next to him, cross-legged, and balances the laptop on his knees. “Whaddya want to watch?” he asks. 

Castiel shrugs and then looks at the plate of sandwiches. A BLT, for Dean, presumably, and a PB&J.

Closer inspection reveals that the J is, in fact, jelly and not jam. 

Dean smiles at Castiel and chooses an episode of Arrested Development and leans back into the headboard, his shoulder warm against Castiel’s.

Castiel eats his sandwich.

III. Chamomile: patience in adversity

After that, Dean starts to find things for Castiel to do constantly. He needs help folding laundry or doing the dishes at least once a day. Or he’s dragging Castiel into the kitchen to help him make lunch for everyone. Or he “needs” Castiel’s help in the garage with something on the Impala.

Dean takes Castiel to the grocery, to the hardware store, thrifting for “new” flannels, or just on a drive. He lets Castiel choose the music and leaves fruity-smelling body wash in the shower and one day Castiel finds a pair of fuzzy socks on his bedside table.

They still haven’t talked about it, what happened when Castiel died and what he had said to Dean, but Castiel is beginning to wonder if maybe they don’t need to. 

IV. Edelweiss: courage and devotion

Of all of Dean’s activities that he drags Castiel along to, his favorite (both Dean “his” and Castiel “his”) is movie night. Dean likes it because Castiel hasn’t seen all his favorite films a thousand times like Sam has. Castiel likes it because Dean makes popcorn and they always sit close, hands and fingers brushing as they share the bowl.

Tonight is no exception. Dean has put on Young Guns starring Lou Diamond Phillips (and he won’t stop talking about how attractive he finds the actor, who he refers to as LDP), and Castiel can’t stop looking at Dean, at his freckles, his eyelashes, the curve of his jaw as he smiles, explaining a part of the plot to Castiel. 

“You’re staring,” Dean says suddenly, meeting Castiel’s eyes.

“Sorry,” Castiel replies. “I...didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable. You think you made me uncomfortable?” The movie is still playing but forgotten now, Castiel’s world reduced to this conversation with Dean. 

“...Yes?”

“Oh my god.” Dean seizes Castiel by the front of his t-shirt and pulls him into a messy, bruising kiss. The popcorn bowl overturns between them, but Castiel can’t find it in himself to care. 

V. Daffodil: unequalled love

A few weeks later, on a Friday night, Castiel and Dean are reading in bed. They both stay in Dean’s room now (which Castiel supposes makes it their room), and Castiel is half-tucked under the sheets, watching Dean’s reading glasses that Sam coerced him into getting slowly sliding down his nose.

Dean pushes them up and rolls over to look at Castiel, who runs his fingers through Dean’s hair and marvels at the smile it elicits. 

“Whaddya want to do tomorrow?” Dean asks. 

“Can we go to the farmer’s market?” 

“We’ll have to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, Cas.”

“I know.” Castiel is smiling, because he knows Dean will say yes.

“Okay, fine,” Dean says, smiling back, like he can’t help it.

They fall sleep curled up together like commas, tight and warm, a pause and not an ending, but wake up with half the sheets kicked off and most of Dean’s limbs flung across Castiel’s body. Dean hauls himself out of bed to make them a pot of coffee before making the drive into Lebanon. 

Castiel loses himself in the round, ripe tomatoes at one tent and then the honey at another before he realizes Dean isn’t with him anymore. He looks around, scanning the crowd, before seeing Dean walking toward him, holding something behind his back.

“Where’ve you been?” Castiel asks, holding out a bag of tomatoes for Dean to inspect. Dean gives them a nod.

“Got something for you,” Dean says. 

It’s a bouquet of flowers. 

The colors are riotous, bright, happy, a cacophony of yellows and blues and whites and purples. Castiel can feel his happiness brimming over--he no longer regrets being able to feel too much. 

He kisses Dean right there, in the middle of the market, and then again in the car, and then again when they get back to the bunker, and then again and again and again. 

The flowers go in a vase on their bedside table. 

[ofherlionheart]

hey uh. wanted a quick writing exercise so here’s some boo chronicles: part i from zuko’s pov

—————

It’s not the first time he’s been slumped over his kitchen island at a stupid hour, eyes drying out as his tries to finish yet another dull paper by someone who’s allegedly smart enough to be relevant to his field, and it’s also far from the last time he’ll do this, but that doesn’t mean Zuko can’t huff about it. As his eyes glaze over another paragraph, he absently taps out a text to Sokka, because Sokka always has something funny to say about whatever’s on Zuko’s mind—even his petty complaints.

He’s just set his phone facedown on the counter again when his text tone dings. Zuko blinks. Sokka’s never up at this hour, but …

like u wouldn’t kiss bersani’s gravehole

Zuko smiles and shifts his thumb to slide the text open when another message appears with a chime: hey. would u be my pretend boyf plus-one for a wedding in two weeks?

He drops his phone, shooting upright in his seat and staring at his cell warily.

That’s. That’s one hell of a loaded, unexpected question.

Except Sokka doesn’t know about Zuko’s feelings for him. Zuko’s continued to treat one of his best friends like a best friend, because … because. Because Zuko knows he had his chance when they first met, seven years ago, but Zuko wasn’t ready for Sokka and wasn’t ready for anyone, really. And then Sokka moved on and that was fine, really, because this thing between them is as profound as Zuko’s relationship with Mai or Azula or Ty Lee, and Zuko wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He picks up his phone and replies, what?

A second later, a photo of Sokka wearing a bucket hat and sunglasses as he pretends to kiss a fish he’s caught flashes onto Zuko’s screen. Sokka hates that Zuko chose this photo for his contact; he thinks it makes him look like a straight man on a dating app. Zuko has to remind him that Sokka’s the one who sent him this photo in the first place.

Zuko picks up the incoming call and immediately gets an earful of Sokka. “—be the ultimate flex of a significant other on an ex. You’re, like, the most thoughtful, big-hearted person I know, and you’re beautiful and fashionable and accomplished. You’re going to be world-renowned famous in, like, two years.”

Sokka’s always been too generous when it comes to characterizing Zuko, but that doesn’t stop the flutter in his gut. It’s a flutter that tends to rise into Zuko’s throat, making his words catch and give him away when Zuko really doesn’t want to confess to anything, so he breathes steadily and waits until the feeling subsides before he asks the logical question: “Why not Suki?”

“Suki and Zahra are almost the same person,” Sokka answers without missing a beat, “so Zahra would just take pity on Suki and shake her head at me. But she’d think you’re wildly out of my league—”

“I’m not,” Zuko automatically refutes, even as he’s thinking, Of course, Zahra. Sometimes, when he’s not thinking like a kind and generous person, he wishes Zahra were an awful human being so he could properly hate her for the ringer she put Sokka through. She’s not, though—she and Sokka were just the maybe-right people and the definitely-wrong time—so Zuko’s left with nothing more than Of course, Zahras and a heightened awareness of Sokka whenever she’s brought up.

Sokka’s still going. “—and thereby infer that I’ve grown as a person since she dumped me, and then she might even question whether walking away from me was the right choice.”

It was three years ago, and Sokka put himself back together a while back, but sometimes something slips through the cracks.

“To be clear,” Zuko says—encourages a reaffirmation, really—“Her walking away from you was the right choice. Right?”

A sigh, and then an exhaled, “Yeah.”

He wishes he could see Sokka’s face. Usually, he can read Sokka from just the tone of his voice, but one word doesn’t give him much. “Sokka, you aren’t asking me to do this just because there’s a chance you’ll feel a brief sense of victory over someone you’re actually perfectly cordial friends with … are you?”

“No,” Sokka immediately says. “I’m asking because there’s no one I’d rather have by my side than you.”

Zuko’s throat tightens.

It took him a stupidly long time, really, to realize that words don’t mean the same thing to other people as they do to him. He used to get caught up in and read into word choice and modifier placement and goddamn commas to try to understand exactly what other people meant, but it wasn’t until Mai snapped at him, once, during their senior year of high school, “For fuck’s sake, Zuko, I sent t-h-x instead of thanks because it’s quicker, not because I secretly hate you,” that he learned that words are just plain words to most people.

So he knows that Sokka doesn’t mean that he wants Zuko with him first and foremost at all times. That’s just Zuko’s literary brain slathering layers of meaning and significance onto a sentence that Sokka meant in a very, ordinary, unexceptional way.

There’s still a small part of him, though—a part he’s working on—that needs to check anyway. “As emotional support,” he says, curling and uncurling the corner of his printed article with his fingertip.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

There’s a pause before Sokka echoes, “Okay?”

Of course, okay. Sokka wants him there, and besides, no one reads Sokka as well as Zuko does, and he doesn’t think even Suki knows the full extent of the Zahra thing. He doesn’t want to send Sokka spiraling, though, so he directs them in a safer direction: planning. “You said it’s two weeks from now?” he asks.

“Yeah, on Saturday—you’re sure?”

Sokka’s hesitation never fails to baffle Zuko. The man has always radiated steadiness, and he’s been the stalwart of their ever-evolving group of friends since forever, so much so that it took Zuko a while to parse why Sokka was ever hesitant. Now that he understands that aspect of Sokka, though, whenever his uncertainty crops up, Zuko just wants to fight anything that’s ever held his friend back. No one deserves to thrive and grow more than Sokka.

“Why would I say okay if I was’t sure?” Zuko replies.

Sokka clears his throat. “Great,” he says and then surges on. “Uh, it’s in Montreal. I don’t know what your work schedule is like, but I was planning on taking Friday off to drive up, and then come back on Sunday—”

“Works for me,” Zuko interrupts the rising ramble. He has a couple meetings, on Friday, but meetings can be made up. This can’t. “We can take my car, if you want,” he offers, because he’s actually parked in the city and certainly gets better gas mileage than Sokka.

“Actually—yeah. That’d be great.”

Zuko can tell Sokka’s mind is elsewhere, so he waits. Sure enough, he clears his throat again. “The pretend boyfriend thing … We don’t—we don’t have to do it. Bottom line, I’d just like it if you were there.”

“Are you backing out?” Zuko teases before he catches himself, and fuck, okay. There’s no going back now. But that’s fine, because he’s an adult, and he’s equipped to deal with this. They might even be able to have fun with it. “Let’s do it. I bet we can get her to second-guess herself for at least a second.”

He can hear the smile in Sokka’s voice when he agrees, “Okay.” A few clicks make it through the line; Sokka must be working with some data. “I think I should get to bed. This data set won’t process faster just because I’m watching it.”

“I wondered why you were awake right now.”

“Enjoy the Bersani booty-lickers.”

Zuko sighs—the rectum essay isn’t the only thing that Bersani’s contributed to the field—and Sokka snickers. He should let Sokka go, since his friend really isn’t a night owl, but there’s something still tickling the back of his mind. “Sokka?” he asks.

“Yeah?”

He finally grasps the thought. “You have grown as a person. Since the stuff with Zahra happened.”

It takes Sokka a moment to respond. “Thanks. I’ll see you soon.”

His voice is soft, in a way that it rarely is around the rest of their friends, and fuck, Zuko’s throat is acting up again. “Get some rest,” he manages and then hangs up.

This time, he intentionally drops his phone on the counter, and his forehead follows soon after. The marble is cool against his skin, and he breathes deeply against the racing of his own heart. He’s doing this, he reminds himself, because he’s the best person to help Sokka in this situation.

It’s incidental that he’s powerless to the urge to remind Sokka, in every way he knows how, that Sokka deserves to shine his brightest self at all times.

[teamhappyme]

OMG “I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” WITH PETER????

okay this POURED out of me. i literally wrote this during class cause I was on a roll. once again, red coming thru with the cute prompts.

pairing: peter stone x female!reader

prompt: “i remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror”

word count: 1.5k

warnings: the fluffiest fluff that’s ever fluffed, my aggressive use of commas (sorry not sorry)

****

You’d been holed inside your apartment 12 hours shy of a week now, with what started off as a simple cold over the weekend progressed into a nasty 24 hour stomach bug. Carisi had come to check on you, dropping off some of his mom’s soup and homemade cards from Jesse and Billie. Once you’d described what you’d been through, he made sure you stayed out the rest of the week. Despite the fact you’d been symptom free for 48 hours.

Carisi was, in simple terms, a baby when it came to getting sick.

You hadn’t taken a week off of work in two years, so you didn’t really know what to do with yourself. You binged a few shows on Netflix, read a few books that had been collecting dust on your bookshelf, and when you finally felt up to it, deep cleaned the whole apartment. 

Unfortunately for you, Peter was in court the whole week. He called you in between recesses and during food breaks to check in, feeling awful that he couldn’t be there with you. He got home late every night that week, trial prep keeping him at the office, and you were asleep every time he walked through the door. 

But you always left him a note on the counter, waiting for him to come home, reminding him that you were okay, and that what he was doing was more important. 

So when he came home before seven on Friday night, you were shocked. 

“Y/n/n, you home?” He called out from the entrance, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“You know I haven’t left this place in a week, Peter Stone.”

He kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie, all the while balancing the take out in his hands. He made his way into the living room, but stopped when he saw you curled into the corner of the couch.

Your hair looked a little damp, like you had recently gotten out of the shower. Your glasses were perched on the bridge of your nose, not bothering with your contacts once this week. One of his  sweatshirts covered your torso, and he remembered the first time you stole a piece of clothing from him: you complained that it fit you just like one of your own sweatshirts would. But it never stopped you from stealing more of his clothing. Comfy black joggers and warm fuzzy socks finished you out, leaving him speechless only feet from you.

You were beautiful to him in every possible way. And he reveled in the fact that he got to come home to you, completely comfortable and lounged out on the couch, every single night.

“I didn’t expect you to be home this early,” You started, sitting up on the couch.

“We made a deal after the victim’s testimony. He’s going away for 15 years.” He said and settled next to you on the couch.

“That’s great,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek and took the bags out of his hand. “But what did you bring home for dinner.”

He smiled and helped you unpack the chinese food. “Your favorite from the place down the block. Now that you can taste again, I thought you should have your favorite.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You questioned, before ripping open the chopsticks and grabbing the fried rice. 

He froze for the second time that night, completely and utterly enthralled by you. Maybe it was the fact that you’d been home sick for a week, that he barely talked to you in person for days, or the fact that you were his person, waiting for him to come home in your comfiest clothing, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. It was all of it. 

It was you that made him decide this was the moment.

He stood up, jogging to the bedroom without any warning. You furrowed your brow, placing the carton on the coffee table in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay there!” Peter yelled out as he opened his sock drawer, hands touching the blue velvet box tucked into the corner. “I’m just grabbing something.”

He looked in the mirror on his way out of the bedroom, removing his tie completely before giving himself an encouraging nod. As he walked back into the hallway and saw you waiting there on the couch, fiddling with the chopsticks, he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

You heard his footsteps getting louder, and you turned to see him coming back to you. He had a gigantic grin on his face, one that you rarely saw in your day to day life.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“No reason,” He said and plopped down beside you. He took a bite of an egg roll, a large sip of water, and turned to you again.

You laughed at his frantic movements, tucking your foot underneath you as he continued to fidget. “Okay, what has got you like this?”

“Just you.” He said, and you felt your cheeks get warm. 

“Peter,”

“Seriously, I mean it.” He looked down for a second, before meeting your eyes again. “I’ve been planning this for months now, and this definitely wasn’t how I pictured the moment happening, but I saw you, all warm, and safe, and happy, when I walked in tonight, and I just didn’t want to wait another minute.”

He held your hand as he slid off the couch, propping himself up on one knee. It took you a minute to realize what he was doing, but once you did, you covered your mouth with your free hand, a smile still shining through. 

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror for weeks, but I really didn’t have anything planned to say, which is shocking considering I practice my closing arguments for hours and hours,” You joined him in a laugh, and squeezed his hand to let him know you didn’t care. “But I love you. I love you more than I ever thought possible. You make me happy, and I don’t want to spend another day without you knowing how happy you make me. So,” 

He let go of your hand so he could open the small blue box, a beautiful solitaire ring staring back at you. You looked back at him through the tears forming in your eyes, and waited for him to ask you. 

“Will you marry me?”

You dropped your hand from your face so that he could see the full extent of your happiness, tears flowing down your cheeks now. Did he even have to ask?

“Yes,” You said, frantically nodding. 

His smile grew larger, if that was even possible, before resting a hand on your cheek, leaning forward to give you a kiss. Your hand found the back of his neck, your fingers combing through his hair as his thumb gently brushed over your cheekbone. You smiled into it, and pulled away only when you needed to catch your breath. 

“I guess this is yours now,” He gently took the ring from it’s padding, holding your left hand in his own. 

“It’s beautiful,” You whispered as he slipped it on your finger. A perfect fit.

“Liv and Amanda helped me pick it out. They were worried it was too simple, but I saw it, and knew it was for you.”

It was simple. Just a gold, solitaire diamond ring. But it’s all you’ve ever wanted, and Peter knew that. 

“I love it. It’s perfect.” You tore your gaze away from the sparkling stone to look at your new fiance. “I love you, Peter.”

He bowed his head, but you didn’t let him stay sulking for long. You held his hands in your face, and he looked back up at you. There were some tears in his own eyes, which only made your own fall again.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He smiled, and you gently brushed the tears that were freely falling down his face. “And I can’t wait to marry you.”

You gently kissed him again, and you felt him smile into it. He had to pull away before breaking out into a laugh. 

“I can’t believe I proposed to you after you just had the stomach bug.” You joined in his laughter, totally forgetting what you’d gone through this week.

“Well, it just shows me how much you love me. My sickness and all.”

He pecked your lips one more time before joining you on the couch again. You settled into his side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you lifted your hand to look at the ring. 

“You happy?” He asked.

“Incredibly happy, counselor.” He kissed your head as you pulled out your phone, getting ready to take a selfie of the two of you, and the beautiful ring. 

You looked at the photo, your smiles both larger than life, and got ready to send it to the squad and your family. 

“Ready?” You asked him, and he smiled back at you. It was real now. And he was so excited for everyone to know.

“Ready.”

****

[conradscrime]

What Happened to Jean Spangler?

July 18, 2021

There’s nothing like an old Hollywood mystery. But when it comes to the disappearance of Jean Spangler there seems to be lots of different theories, with not one more likely than the other. Did she leave on her own accord? Or was she taken? Was she murdered in a botched abortion? Is it possible she could be connected to the 1947 murder of the Black Dahlia? 

Jean Elizabeth Spangler was born on September 2, 1923 and was an actress who appeared in several different Hollywood films in the late 1940′s. Jean was born in Seattle, Washington and attended high school in Los Angeles, graduating in 1941 and beginning a career in acting in 1948. 

Jean was also a dancer, having danced with the Earl Carroll Theatre and Florentine Gardens as a teenager. She had several uncredited roles in films such as Walter Lang’s ‘When My Baby Smiles At Me’, the comedy ‘Chicken Every Sunday’, as well as the musical drama titled ‘Young Man With a Horn.’ 

In the year 1942 Jean married a manufacturer named Dexter Benner (born in 1920) and the two had one daughter, named Christine, who was born on April 22, 1944. Though the marriage did not last for long and the two divorced in 1946. The divorce led to a nasty battle of custody over Christine, which Jean ultimately won in 1948. 

At the time that Jean had vanished she was living with her mother, Florence, Christine who was 5, her brother Edward, and her sister in law Sophie. 

On Friday, October 7, 1949, Jean left her Los Angeles home around 5 pm, leaving Christine with Sophie. She told them she was meeting Dexter to discuss a late child support payment and after that she was going to a shoot for a film. Two hours after she left, Jean called Sophie and told her she was going to have to work the full 8 hours and probably would not be back that evening. Jean also spoke to her daughter. Jean’s mother, Florence, was not in town on this night, she had gone to visit family in Louisville, Kentucky. 

When Sophie realized that Jean had not come home on October 8, she filed a missing persons report with the police. Jean had told Sophie that she was working all night, but when police checked into this they found that she had not worked the previous night and there was no records indicating that she had. 

A lead came in from a woman working at a Farmer’s Market who said she had seen Jean browsing around the store at 6pm and noted that she looked like she was waiting for someone. This is the last known sighting of Jean. 

Dexter Benner, Jean’s ex-husband who she was supposedly meeting that night before going to work said that he had not met with Jean and if fact he had no seen her for several weeks. Dexter’s wife of only one month, Lynn Lasky Benner backed up his story claiming he had not met with Jean. 

On October 9, 1949, 2 days after Jean’s disappearance, her purse was found near the Fern Dell entrance of Griffith Park about 5 and a half miles from her home. Both straps on the purse were torn loose as if someone had ripped it from her arm. Police searched the entire park but found no other clues.

There was no money found in the purse though robbery was ruled out as a motive when Sophie claimed that Jean was carrying no money in her purse the night she went missing. Perhaps the most suspicious piece of evidence found was a note in the purse that was addressed to a man named Kirk. The note read, 

“Kirk: Can’t wait any longer, Going to see Dr. Scott. It will work best this way while mother is away,” 

The note ended in a comma. 

Despite looking there was no Kirk or Dr. Scott that ever came forward in connection to the case, or that the police could locate. No one in Jean’s family or her friends knew who either of those people were. When Florence returned home, she told police that a man named Kirk had come to pick up Jean twice, but he had stayed in his car and never went inside their house. 

Police questioned every Dr. Scott in the Los Angeles area but none of them had a patient that went by the last name Spangler or Benner. Jean at one point had been involved with an abusive man she called “Scotty” but her lawyer said she had not seen him since 1945. 

Around the time she disappeared Jean had just completed a small bit in a film called ‘Young Man With a Horn’ starring a man named Kirk Douglas. Police believed that this was the Kirk that had been mentioned in the note, however when they questioned him he denied knowing Jean. Later on he did admit that he talked and “kidded” with her a bit but had never spent any time with her outside of film production. 

Some of Jean’s friends claimed that she was 3 months pregnant at the time and talked about having an abortion, which at this time was illegal. Some people came forward claiming there was a former medical student known as “Doc” who performed abortions for money but the police could never locate him or prove he ever existed. 

Jean had apparently told her friend, Robert Cummings that she was having a casual affair but did not give a name of the person it was with. Robert claimed he asked Jean if the affair was serious to which she replied, “No. But I’m having the time of my life.” 

Some newspapers believed that Jean had been one of several female victims in a series of killings in the Los. Angeles area at the time, believed to be connected to the Black Dahlia murder in 1947. Others believed her disappearance was related to some LA gangsters that she had associated with from working as a dancer at the Florentine Gardens nightclub. 

Jean had been seen allegedly with a man called Davy Ogul, an associate of Mickey Cohen, who was a mobster. Davy Ogul disappeared on October 9, 1949, only two days after Jean. This led police to believe that maybe the two had fled, considering Ogul was under indictment for conspiracy, though in April 1950 Jean’s sister Betsy stated that neither she or her sister had any association with Ogul or Cohen. 

In 1950 a customs agent in Texas believed they saw Ogul with a woman who looked like Jean in a local hotel. The hotel clerk identified Jean from a photograph but neither of their names appeared on the hotel register. 

After Jean’s disappearance, on October 27, 1949 Dexter was awarded custody temporarily of their daughter Christine. In 1950, Dexter and Florence fought in a custody battle and Dexter denied Florence any visitation with Christine. Dexter deified a court order that permitted Florence to visit Christine and was ordered to serve 15 days in jail. Dexter fled to Florida with Christine. 

There have been possible sightings of Jean Spangler over the years in northern and southern California, Phoenix, Arizona and Mexico City over the next two years  after she vanished though none of them could ever be confirmed. Jean Spangler is still listed as a missing person and the LAPD has not closed the case. 

If Jean was alive today she would be 97 years old. She has been missing for 71 years. Though after all this time it is unlikely that she will ever be found, most wonder if Jean left willingly on her own accord or was kidnapped and murdered. The disappearance of Jean Spangler remains unsolved.

[aedelia]

Seven Lives (DannyMay2020- Favorite AU)

Warning, angst ahead.  You have been warned. (Many thanks to @lexosaurus for putting up with my comma abuse and various grammatical mistakes)

Danny May 2020

Favorite AU

Seven Lives

There was a friendly ghost cat that liked to hang out a few streets over from Fentonworks.  Danny saw her almost every day, whether he was trudging to school, or when he was patrolling.  She would come out and wind around his legs, purring and meowing for his attention.  

The residents of the street didn’t seem to mind her presence. She was very sweet, affectionate, and she helped keep the minor ghost pests down. 

Danny didn’t think much of it when she didn’t come to greet him Wednesday morning, he didn’t see her every time he walked by. Sometimes she was busy napping in the sun, chasing shadows, or demanding affection from other people on the street.  When he didn’t see her at all Thursday, he was concerned.  By Friday morning, he was worried.

The walk home was uneventful and devoid of friendly tail or whisker.  He kicked the door open with his foot, dumped his bag by the door, and headed down the basement stairs.

“Hey Mom, Dad, I’m gonna go hang out with Tucker and Sam,” he said while descending to the basement.

“Hey Sweetie!” his mother called back. “Since it’s the weekend that’ll be alright, just make sure you get something to eat before you go.”

As Danny hit the bottom step, his nose was assaulted by the electric-lime tang of ectoplasm.  He took a hesitant step forward into the lab, not really wanting to see whatever experiment his parents had managed to cook up.

His mother smiled at him, ectoplasm splattered across her hood and hazmat suit.  “How was school today, Danny?”

“Danno!” His father boomed, also covered in ectoplasm. “Do you have a lot of homework?  Maybe you can come help us in the lab after you’re done hanging out with your friends!”

Danny’s eyes slid from his exuberant parents, to the lab table in between them. Dread filled him as they then followed the slow drip, drip of ectoplasm from the floor back up to the table surface.  His muscles froze and his stomach dropped to his feet. An icy feeling crept up his throat.  He felt the temperature drop around him and further chill the air of the lab.  His heartbeat, normally very slow and steady, jumped in his chest like a panicked rabbit.

Danny couldn’t catch his breath.  Every shallow inhale brought the sickening scent of lime fizz and chemicals into his lungs.  His head pounded and a static tingling crawled from his shoulders to his fingertips.  A roaring noise keened in his ears but over it all he could still clearly hear the slow dripping of ectoplasm rolling off the table and platting on the floor.

‘Oh no, oh no, no no no no...’ His hands trembled as they clenched into fists at his sides and he swayed slightly as he saw just where the friendly cat ghost had been.

He stumbled closer to the table.

His mother turned to him, the light reflecting off the red lens of her goggles at odds with her concerned tone. “Honey, are you feeling alright? You’re looking a little green.” She reached for his forehead with an ectoplasm stained glove.

He dodged out of her reach, barely avoiding the puddle of green at the base of the lab table. 

He peered down at the table. “Ms. Chonkers?” he whispered faintly, just below the threshold of human hearing.

The partially dissected ghost lifted her head fractions of an inch and gave a pathetic wheezing, “Mew.”  She then sagged back down to the table.

Danny’s eyes darted between his parents before settling back on the unfortunate ghost in front of him.  Her core was exposed, the golf ball sized light quivering in the sterile air of the lab.

He swallowed down bile as he desperately tried to think of a way to get his parents away from the cat before they managed to hurt her any more.

“Danny?” his mother said.

Danny swallowed again. “Just wanted to check in.” He flicked his eyes to the cat and back, he had a ghost of a plan, but would need to hurry.

He quickly turned heel and fled back upstairs, trying to keep his revulsion and nausea down. As his foot hit the uppermost step, he heard his mother—no, Maddie say, “Careful Jack. Don’t disturb the core. We don’t want this one disintegrating before we’re done studying it.  Just think of all the technological and scientific advancements we can make if we figure out how it works!”

He got to the kitchen and paced back and forth for a moment. He needed to get his parents out of the house immediately and without question.  He stopped and yanked his phone out, nearly fumbling it in his haste, and called his sister.

She picked up on the second ring. “Hello?  Danny?” 

“Jazz.  You need to call Mom and Dad and get them out of the house.  Tell them you saw Skulker terrorizing some kids or something, but it has to be as fast as you can!”

“Okay, little brother. But please, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Jazz, they have Chonkers.  Please hurry and get them out of the lab, it’s…really bad.”

Danny heard Jazz breathe in sharply.

“Alright, I’ll get them out. Do your best to save her!” 

Danny resumed his pacing as he waited.

After the longest 20 seconds of Danny’s half-life, his parents came thundering up the stairs.

“We’re coming, Jazzy-pants!” his dad cried.

“No putrid ghost hunter will lay a hand on our daughter!” shouted his mother.

The second he heard the door slam, Danny raced back down to the lab.  He jammed his thumb into the DNA scanner to open the portal before rushing back to the ghost.

“Ms. Chonkers!”  He quickly unstrapped the ecto-resistant restraints. His hands hovered over the cat, trembling.

“Mew,” she whimpered, sides heaving in distress.

Danny gingerly unpinned the peeled strips of green flesh and gently pushed them back in place, protecting the fragile core.  He carefully phased his arms through the table to gently lift her.  

Once safe in his arms, she began a rasping, purr.  

He turned to the swirling portal and hovered above the ground.  He winced and tried to ignore the soft splats of ectoplasm dripping off of his arms to the lab floor. 

She was melting in his arms.  

Once through the portal and into the ambient energy of the Infinite Realms, Chonkers began to revive somewhat.  Her tail twitched, and the dripping slowed.  

Danny touched down on a piece of floating rock near the portal and tenderly laid her down.  He rubbed around her ears and chin, being careful to avoid the incisions.  The cat’s purrs rumbled slightly louder.

“Still not stable,” he muttered.  Watching as steam rose off from the ectoplasm pooling around her body, he grasped at the loose soil covering their tiny island in frustration.  He shuddered, gasping as he tried to keep the sobs in.  

He couldn't fall to pieces right now, Chonkers already had that covered.  He opened his eyes after a few seconds, faintly luminous tears falling and cleaning tiny dots on his gloves.  

“What can stabilize a ghost that’s falling apart...melting?” he asked himself.

She was melting in his arms just like Dani.  Wait.  The Ecto-dejecto had saved Dani.  Maybe it could save Chonkers as well.  Clarity rushed over him now that he had a plan.

Danny gently stroked the side of Chonkers’ face. “I’ll be right back. It’ll be ok.”  

He flew back through the portal and scanned the failed experiment shelf. 

There it was. “Aha!” He snatched it and once again launched himself through the portal.

Once he was back at her side, he spritzed her with the ecto-dejecto.

‘Please work.’ 

Several agonizing seconds passed as Danny watched her sides heave, still sublimating and mixing into the ambient ectoplasm.

A ripple passed through her body. Then another, and another.  The puddle under her receded as her body slowly reformed.  

Danny let out a deep sigh as the minutes passed.  The tight feeling in his chest finally easing as Chonkers took a few unsteady steps to him, butting her head against his leg where he knelt. 

  “That was way too close,” Danny said as he obeyed her demands for affection and petted her.  His body sagged to the ground, unbelievably weary now that the crisis had passed. 

 Chonkers climbed onto his lap and purred. 

 “I know how cats usually feel about dogs, but maybe you could learn a few things from Cujo.  If you could change size like him, this won’t happen again.”  He hugged the cat in his arms, feeling the tension slowly bleed out of him. “It can’t happen again.”  

 Danny lifted the chunky cat up and held her at face level.  “You have to stay in here for now, it won’t be safe in the human world for you for a while.”  

 She mewed at him inquisitively.

 “I know you’re happy around people and doing cat things, but you have to stay here where it’s safe. At least until I can figure out how to keep this from happening again.”

 The cat meowed again and butted her head against his chin. 

 “I sure hope you understand me. I know ghost animals are usually a lot more intelligent than their living counterparts,” Danny said, petting the cat.

 Feeling slightly bad that he was about to trick her, Danny formed up a tiny glittering ball of ectoplasm in his hand and waved it in front of her whiskers.  Once he was sure she had locked onto the temporary toy and had entered dumb baby mode, he threw it as hard as he could away from the portal.  

 With the cat distracted, Danny slipped back into the normal world. He sighed in relief—his parents were still out.  Jazz must have set up a good distraction.  

 He slipped off a green stained glove and closed the portal.  Hopefully, that would keep Chonkers out of trouble for a few days.

 With one last glance around the gruesome lab, Danny fled to the bright sky and fresh air of the park.  He flew past the common areas to a secluded picnic area that was overgrown and forgotten by casual visitors.  He touched down at the table, slumping over and resting his face on his arms. 

 Now that he wasn’t just living in the moment, the full horror of what he had seen was starting to sink in.  His parents had caught an innocent and friendly ghost, and instead of studying her intact, had proceeded to cut her open.  And because when a ghost ends, they dissolve completely into base ectoplasm, she was aware and conscious the whole time.  

 Shudders wracked his body as he finally let himself sob, every breath bringing a sharp reminder from the persistent lime scent clinging to him.  They knew what her core was when they saw it.  His mother had warned his dad against disturbing it.  They had done this before.  How many ghosts had they ended on that table?  How many had he failed to save?

 He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard the whistles and chirps of the pod of blob ghosts that lived in the park.  It had been long enough that most of the ectoplasm staining his suit had steamed away, leaving it deceptively clean.

 He felt feathery, gentle touches against his arms, shoulders, and head.  A few persistent nudges later, and he lifted his head from his arms.  He still had glowing tears running down to his chin, but he couldn’t help the weak smile that crossed his face when the blob ghosts cuddled all around him.  

 They nudged him to his feet and swarmed him, snuggling into his arms and resting on his head and shoulders.  Danny held himself with one arm, the other holding a particularly insistent large blob ghost.  The roiling nausea started to fade as the little ghosts cleaned away his tears and the rest of the stains on his outfit.  He couldn’t help a giggle when one nibbled his ear, making him squirm away.

 “I have to do something.  I can’t let this happen again,” Danny told the little ghosts, his gaze focused in the direction of his house.  He could see the top of the Ops Center above the tree line of the park.  Even way out here, he couldn’t escape reminders of what his parents had done.

 Determination filled him as the little ghosts continued to try to comfort him in their own way. “I can’t let any more innocent ghosts be harmed by them.  It’s time I did something.”

[uwuwriting]

Homesick recordings

This is the first part of my 1.5K celebration. I present to you the sequel to “Moments in the life of Y/N L/N”, the angstiest piece of trash I’ve ever written. Thank you 1.5 K guys it means a lot, thank you for being here and reading my crap writing and thank you for supporting my blog. Love ya 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

When Y/N learns that her little girl is gonna leave for high school she suggests she tries recording herself when she’s feeling homesick. Sky believes that she won’t need it but as time passes she realizes that she might need her mom more than expected. 

Monday, April 4th 20XX

“Okay so how do I do this exactly? *camera falls from its spot* Ah crap crap Jesus! Is it still working? Yep yep it is there’s my ugly face hehe. God why is my hair like that? Anyways um…. Hi, I guess? Do you say hi to a recording? This is weird to say the least. Today was the first day of school as you might have guessed and it was ….awkward. I got lost in that huge building twice and I ignored some kids by accident because they called me by my last name! I’m used to people referring to you when they say our last name ugh this is gonna take some time getting used to. The teacher is ....unique. He came into our classroom in a yellow sleeping bag and proceeded to worm around the room like a caterpillar. I don’t think he is the really giddy giddy fun teacher; he wrecked us during training. Gave us a freaking heart attack with a so called prank he pulled. *exasperated sigh* Who says that you’ll be expelled if you score last?? I don’t get it!! His name is Aizawa-sensei and I already believe he doesn’t like me. He stared at me for a solid five minutes with a frown on his face during training. If I’m being honest he was watching me the whole day which is kinda weird. I don’t know how to take that. Is he interested in my quirk or is he asking himself why they put me in his class? I can hear his voice saying ‘why do they keep sending me imbeciles?’. Well mister you can’t get rid of me now I got in and I’m staying! HA! *bang on the wall* YO SKY KID KEEP IT DOWN MAN! SORRY TOYOMI-SAN…..That was one of my roommates….She is a social worker I think. Oh I almost forgot, the apartment I found is nice. It deserves its price I mean. But you already know that since I called you once I got back from school…. See why this is stupid??? I’ll keep telling you things you already know because I have Alzheimer and I don’t remember what you know. *sigh* Oh well I guess you’ll have to endure this torture, you are my mother after all and I’m your precious only daughter so what can you do really? I finished my costume design. It turned out pretty cool, I like it. The jacket you suggested makes it ten times better. I look like a pilot. Well technically I am a pilot. I pilot clouds and now that you’re not here to scold me when I’m flying around I’ll take full advantage of it. You can’t stop me mother! Anyways, it’s getting late and I have school tomorrow so I’ll end this here. I don’t know when I’ll record next…. Most likely when I’m feeling home sick again. Haha it's the first day away from home and I’m already missing you and those two idiots. *soft snort* Goodnight mom, love you.” *recording ends*.

Wednesday, April 27th 20XX     

“Hello again, it’s me, your neighborhood cripple. *wince* You could say I’m a sight for sore eyes because I’m sore all over. You’ve seen the attack on the news. Of course you have, everyone’s shaming UA high for lack of security. Why you haven’t called me yet is a mystery, I guess you’re at work? And before you start throwing a tantrum about me not calling first and blah blah, I wanted to record this first, let you see the actual injuries before I minimize them when I call you. *stares off* Something weird happened during the attack. Apart from the fact that well we were attacked and our homeroom teacher was almost beaten into a pulp, the villains were ….. interesting. When they first appeared I was teleported by this minecraft portal looking ass to another part of the USJ and to be honest I kicked some serious ass. That *wince* that was not the weird thing. While I was fighting I saw Aizawa-sensei facing some type of giant ostrich? Although that that thing wasn’t an ostrich…. I don’t know what it was but mom it was terrifying. *visible shiver* It just grabbed him and mopped the floor with him and I just couldn’t sit there and do nothing. So I went to help or at least that was my goal. That person who teleported me at the beginning tried to do it again and I may have snapped a little bit. I got so angry when he moved me to the other side of the arena that for a moment I totally forgot about what was happening. While I was fighting him his quirk kinda connected with mine. It was strange. Every time I shot a cloud at him the mist that surrounded him kinda engulfed it. It wasn’t only happening to me. I could manipulate his mist. Not every time just like he couldn’t sabotage my clouds every time, but it still happened. I don’t know why it happened or how it happened and I have no idea what I’m gonna do about it.  Maybe it was part of his quirk but it didn’t happen to anyone else…..*wince* God I have a headache. *chuckle* You do realize you are never going to see these videos right? Seeing me like this would send you into a comma and then you would come back to haunt me and my classmates. Anyways, I’ll call you and then I’m going to sleep. Love ya mom.” *recording ends*

Tuesday, June 3rd 20XX

“*walking back and forth in her room* You know how I said that Bakugou is a really fun person to tease? Well that was before he exposed me to the whole class.*laugh* In reality I’m not really mad, it was a nice comeback and if I’m being honest it was hilarious but it was still a shocker. We were going back and forth with that tik tok challenge where you expose your friend’s flaws. So I was standing there pointing out his superiority complex when he dropped the bomb…… ‘It’s the daddy issues for me’......THIS KID. THE AUDACITY. I thought my daddy issues were kept on the down low!!! I’ve done nothing to trigger this comment!! Sure I may or may not have told Mina that you raised me alone and about that counselor incident but that doesn’t mean I have daddy issues. *grumble* You need to have a dad to have daddy issues. Ughh God I hate him sometimes so very much. Thankfully the summer camp is tomorrow. I’ll get to wipe the floor with him in volleyball. I’m gonna draw those anger issues out…. I need some air. *three hours later* I’m back… yay. It’s weird to think about it you know. What you must have gone through when he passed. I know you don’t really like talking about him or anything before I came along but I would love to know what he was like. I’m not gonna ask you in real life of course, I would never do that to you. I know it hurts. I just wanted to say it out loud…*barely audible sniffle* … Well this got sentimental real quick. I think I should go to bed. I love you mom, goodnight.” *recording ends*

Friday, March 14th 20XX

“Of all the things that could’ve happened, this one was the last one on my list. Actually it wasn’t even on the freaking list, dammit! *sniffle* You know things like this don’t happen to everyone. I must be a really lucky person. Tell me one other person who gets to meet their dead parent in a high surveillance prison?? And above that I got an explanation why he was like this. Amazing right? God this is so stupid! I hate it. I hate this situation, I hate that I can’t tell you about it, I hate keeping you in the dark because at the end of the day I’m not the one who was in love with him. He may be my dad but I don’t have a connection with him! I never met him! He wasn’t there when I started walking or talking, he wasn’t the one who dropped me off on the first day of school, he didn’t teach me how to ride a bike, he-he * sob* I shouldn’t-shouldn’t be upset over this. Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic should be the ones sobbing on their floor. Not me. He doesn’t - I don’t- ugh - I don’t mean anything to him in the end. He died 15 years ago. That’s it. He was in love with you, he knew you, I was nowhere to be found. If he could reach out to us more than just a few words he wouldn’t know who the hell I was. *sobs* I have a picture of you two you know….It’s the one I had found when I was five. When you told me that that was my dad I felt like I could form a connection with the person in that photo. So I kept it, you never went through your old photo albums anyway and you never looked for the missing photo. And I kept it with me. I tore a small pocket in my backpack and put the photo there. I thought that having both of you with me at all times would bring me luck. I liked the fact that I looked like him. Now I realize how painful that must have been for you, seeing him in me everyday….and Aizawa-sensei, god, having me in his class must have been torture. He didn’t know that I was his friend’s daughter of course but I looked enough like him to bring back memories. God this sucks…. *deep breathes* I-I have practice so I gotta go. Love you.” *recording ends*  

Thursday, March 20th 20XX

“Hi, it’s me again. I know that I’m recording almost a week after the previous one but… mom I have been assigned a mission and it’s major. It’ll be an attack at a hospital where we believe that experiments are being conducted. We got that information from um what do I call him? *shakes head* from a prisoner in Tartarus, the high surveillance prison I was at last week? Yeah that one. The mission will be really dangerous, that’s what we’ve been told and I can understand that. I mean we are attacking a major operation of AFO, of course it’ll be dangerous. Since we are students we are to stay away from the hospital and monitor the surrounding area but…. I asked Present Mic to go with them in the hospital. I can help keep things in place and I can move people in and out quicker than any of them, plus this is personal. I think Present Mic understands that. He said he’ll talk to Aizawa-sensei about it but regardless….. I’ll find who did that to him, I promise you that. I want to know if...if this was all some grand plan because what they did to him they did to dozens other people and as much as I hate them for taking my father away, I also hate them for what they’ve done to all those other families…… I’m recording this because I don’t know if I come back in one piece or if I come back at all. This is very dangerous and we don’t really know what to expect. What we are getting ourselves into. I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for giving me everything that I needed in life. Thank you for being the best mom anyone could ever have. You raised me by pushing your own sadness and grief to the side and doing the best job you could. So thank you for being my mom and I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. I love you mom, so very much. Bye, bye mommy.” *recording ends.*

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Green Lace and Peonies

(Part 2 of The Crystal Ball)

Pairing: Snape x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,276

Rating: M for Mature

Plot:  Severus Snape goes on a date with the girl his crystal ball paired him with. The date does not go as he thought it would, but he comes to realize how perfect she really is for him.

Warnings: It gets steamy :o

A/N: Back by popular demand! I hope this is a good continuation (wasn’t exactly sure how or where to take it) and that it wasn’t too “steamy” (or idk maybe it should have been more) and still just as fluffy but here it is. I’d love any thoughts on it :)

Posted: 4/26/20

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Severus’s heart was pounding as loud as his footsteps on the kitchen tile, clutching a gentle note in his trembling hand. He had paced away the dust in his living room floor already and would have to move on to his bedroom soon.

“What do I write?” his whispers carried throughout his empty home, bouncing off the torn wallpaper and echoed in his ears.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about the beautiful girl he’d met a few days ago, who had given him this note as well as herself all to him. She had said she’d be expecting his owl, but that felt like an eternity ago. Maybe she forgot about me already.

That was partly why he couldn’t bring himself to finish a single letter he started. Everything he wrote seemed idiotic. ‘Hello’ ‘Morning’ ‘You wanted to go on a date?’ ‘Go on a date with me?’ Everything seems so… he sighed and rubbed his eyes. Pathetic.

He pressed his hands on the edge of the sink and leaned forward, staring into the rusty drain. The only reason he was even still fretting about her was the effect her words had on his very being. She had called him her soulmate, given herself to him, and kissed his cheek with the softest lips in all of existence. A kiss he hadn’t stopped thinking about for a second. A kiss he recreated in his head, in his dreams... he blushed and turned away.

If there was any chance she was still waiting for him, he had to take it. Severus sat back down at the small round table in the corner of the kitchen and picked up the quill for the hundredth time that day. He looked at the note she’d attached to the flower she’d given him and placed it next to the picture of himself in his seventh year with three red hearts floating beside his face.

The sun was setting so he could no longer start it off with ‘Good morning,’ unless he sent it tomorrow – though he doubted he’d want this letter in his home for longer than it took to write it. He started with her name and a comma. Good… the bare minimum, he mocked himself.

He sighed and leaned back, letting his head hang off his shoulder, drawing all his hair to fall back and sweep the dusty counter behind him. He ran his hand through it, untangling knots as he went. He closed his tired eyes and shook his head. Just do it. Just write anything and send it off. She won’t even respond anyways.

He huffed and started scrawling as fast as he could, writing the first thing that popped into his head – it was like words were pinned to a board and he was throwing darts at random with every sentence.

I’d like to see you again if you have the time. Anywhere you’d like. I understand if you don’t, though. Don’t bother responding to this letter if that’s the case. I’ll be waiting your owl or lack thereof. I’ll get the message either way.

Severus Snape

He groaned. Just send it. He walked over to the opposite corner where a small owl slept in a large metal cage. He’d rented the owl from the post office for a few days before coming back to his house, though he’d have to return to London soon to give it back or face the past-due charges.

“Here,” he folded up the letter and shoved it into the little pocket tied to the owl’s leg.

The owl hooted, relieved to finally be able to stretch his wings, and hopped down onto Severus’ pale outstretched finger. The owl shook his wings open and waited for him to fling open the window, flying out into the evening sky ready to complete its duties.

That night Severus could do nothing but cringe at what he remembered writing, hoping he was exaggerating his words in his memories. He shook his sheets and slipped inside, tucking his nightshirt down and punching his pillow a few times before dropping his head onto it. He closed his eyes and ran a finger over the warm sensation on his cheek, remembering the way her nose brushed his skin.

. . .

There was a clicking sound, like pebbles hitting a window. Severus slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the light shining onto the floor. A weirdly shaped shadow moved around from one corner of the square of light to the other.

Severus sat up and flattened his hair, yawning wide and wiping his nose on his sleeve. He could feel the second his brain clicked on, because the lumpy shadow very quickly turned into the silhouette of a small owl.

He leapt off the bed and forced the bedroom window up, letting the tiny bird in. The owl flew to the top of his dresser and extended his leg. Severus’ heart stopped beating and his lungs ceased to function. He was dead by all accounts except for the quiet words ringing in his head: She responded. Merlin, she responded.

He quickly slid the letter out and turned on the light, moving the paper up close to his eyes as he read her writing.

Severus,

I want to see you soon. You’ve said anywhere I like, so let’s make it your place. Since you’re hosting, I’ll bring the food. Respond with any day or time. Be warned, if you don’t respond I’ll arrive at your doorstep next Friday. And if you think I won’t follow an owl, I will. Though I prefer your Floo location.

Severus chuckled. “‘All yours,’” she’d written it at the bottom just like the note. He had to admit he liked her humor as much as her lovely words. Wait… Severus held the letter closer suddenly. “‘your place.’”

He bit down his tongue in anger and rushed downstairs, looking around at the hole-ridden rug in the foyer, the piles and piles of books in his living room, and chipped paint and torn wallpaper in his kitchen.

“Damn it!” He hadn’t expected she’d want to come over. A restaurant or pub, sure, but his house? Why! He quickly scribbled his Floo location on a piece of spare parchment and sent the owl out again. “At least I don’t have to worry about cooking,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He spent the rest of the week doing what little he could to make the place look more like it had before… before he had left. He remembered the state of the house the last time he had seen it before leaving (running away more like) his house. The foyer had a working light that illuminated the beige wallpaper walls and light grey rug that covered the wooden floor from the welcome mat to the back-patio door.

The living room had a television set and a recliner chair with dust-free shelves full of souvenirs from his father’s schooling years and cans of empty beer. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes but the handles on every cabinet were polished and every surface was spotless. The walls were covered in a disgusting pastel yellow flower pattern from the previous owners… And now after four years the place looked abandoned – though it had been left to rot for almost two years before he moved back in.

He took out his wand and got to repairing the rug and removing the horrid wallpaper. The next day he fixed the handles and doorknobs of the only bathroom – which was upstairs – and cabinets. The rest of the days were spent trying to find space on the shelves for all his books. He shoved them through every space he could find above the book rows any way they would fit. And if they didn’t fit, then into his room they would go.

“Finally,” he shook his dusty hair and stepped back. The bookcase now looked like a solid wall of book spines but there were none out, which made the place look roomier.

The place looked… well she shouldn’t be surprised by any of it. The house now looked more like how he kept his potions classrooms – in some sort of organized mess. He’d spent the week cleaning in his night shirt because the only other thing he owned was his teaching clothes – though of course he couldn’t wear the cloak – and would settle on wearing his frock coat only.

Severus sat in his chair in the corner of the living room and closed his eyes. All that was left to do was wait for Friday to arrive.

. . .

The clock ticked five and Severus stared into the mirror, yet to button up his coat. He pressed down his hair and looked over his dark circled eyes and crooked nose. Sighing, he began the ritual of buttoning up starting from his collar – tucking his cravat in first – and making his way down to his waist, breathing slowly.

It was now six as he stood in the living room and turned towards the fireplace. He fidgeted with his hands behind his back and tried hard not to bite his bottom lip, fearing it would bruise like it always did. The fireplace lit with roaring flames and turned bright green. Severus straightened and heard his heart thumping loudly as the seconds went on, feeling like eternities just waiting for her to cross the fire.

A smooth leg in elegant heels stepped through, followed by soft-looking flowing hair as she ducked out from the fire and stepped into the dismal room. Her kind smile instantly lit up the place and he wanted very badly to look away and hide himself in his bedroom.

Her smile widened as she caught his eyes. “Severus,” she came closer.

He breathed in and was reminded of crushed peony powder. He noticed the basket she carried and took it, walking out of the room she was in and into the solitude of the kitchen where he set it down. He wiped his hands on his coat and let out a rugged breath. Calm down, for fuck’s sake.

“Severus? Are you alright?”

Severus turned to see her leaning on the door frame. His eyes betrayed him and scanned over her summer dress. The thin straps over her shoulders, the buttons down her chest, the flowery pattern of the skirt…

“Yes,” he cleared his throat and stepped aside, letting her go through the basket while he watched.

She pulled out several boxes, a jar of cut up fruit, and a green checkered blanket. She turned around and looked him over, licking her bottom lip as if tasting something sweet, “I thought we could have a type of picnic indoors. And it looks,” she glanced into the living room, “like you have room. Is that ok?”

Severus tore his eyes away from hers and nodded stiffly. He picked up the blanket and laid it out over the living room rug. She placed his own plates and glasses on the blanket and waved her wand, summoning the rest of the things.

“Why don’t you sit down,” she smiled and took a seat, folding her legs to the side and smoothing out her skirt.

Severus did as she said and crossed his legs. She leaned over and poured out the food carefully onto their plates – sautéed salmon and vegetables with a savory-looking glaze he couldn’t wait to try. At this point he wasn’t sure what was making his mouth water more, the food or the way her eyes drifted down to his lips as they talked.

The sun was now setting, changing the mood of the room. Her laughter turned into giggles and her eye gleamed with mischief every time she touched his arm. His heart leapt out of his chest and into his throat every time he felt her hand on him. He had counted at least five times he smiled stupidly during the meal and now, looking down at her hand on his arm again, made six.

“It’s getting late,” Severus cleared his throat, noticing the darkness looming outside the kitchen window. “What time did you need to be home?”

“No specific time, though I have an interview tomorrow morning,” she waved her wand and cleared the blanket of the dishes, glasses, and napkins. “You still have time tonight though, don’t you?” She whispered, inching closer to him.

He looked down at her and nodded, unable to help himself from leaning in further. She sat up on her knees and moved closer still, stopping right in front of him. Severus could feel his heart begin to beat faster and his hands becoming moist with a nervous sweat. He clenched his fists and kept them on his knees. It had only been a few hours since her arrival and yet he felt like he was coming undone. He was so used to keeping his composure so easily, it was frightening how fast he lost it.

“Thank you,” he breathed, “for the meal.”

“You’re welcome.” She lifted her hand and tucked a black strand of hair behind his ear, “May I kiss you, Severus?”

He looked at her intently, trying hard to distinguish the look she was giving him. He hadn’t expected everything to be going so well, let alone to be receiving another kiss that could melt him on the spot. He nodded and silently begged for her to kiss him like she’d done before. “Yes.”

He closed his eyes, waiting for a warm sensation on his cheek and felt instead her hand on his neck, pulling him in closer. He leaned forward, more than willing, and felt his lips go warm. He opened his eyes, shocked, and saw she was tilting her head, eyes closed as she kissed his lips.

He followed her motions and let out a deep and unexpected moan, pulling back quickly, “Sorry, I – ”

She pulled him back in and this time he felt her tongue slip into his mouth. Merlin, please don’t let this stop. Every fiber of his being was on fire. She ran her tongue over his and took his trembling hands in hers. He let her guide his hands to her hips, making him moan again, except this time she wasn’t letting him pull away.

He gripped her hips instinctively and closed his eyes, picturing her as she was now, leaning over him in her summer dress and heels. He could feel his wet lips being pulled on by hers and shivered with anticipation. His hand moved up her back and pushed her closer, although he could have never expected her reaction.

She sat up off her heels and moved closer, lifting her right leg over his and then her left, now sitting on his crossed-leg lap, her skirt spread over them as she pressed her lips deeper into his. He moaned again and Merlin only knows what possessed him to press her down deeper into his lap but feeling the pressure it caused made him moan louder.

He felt a smile pull at her lips as he pressed her down. She dug her fingers in his hair and start pulling. The air around them was starting to feel very hot, even for a summer night. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled herself away, trailing kisses along his jaw and up to his ear.

“Severus,” she moaned.

Please don’t stop. Please, he turned away, giving her his ear for full attention and sighed as she whispered and teased him further. His hands slowly trailed down to the edge of her skirt, playing with the hem, letting her know he wanted to go further. Just then she leaned back and pulled him with her as she laid down on the green checkered blanket.

“I’m yours, Severus. From the moment you sent me that message,” she pulled his cravat loose slowly and let it drop beside them, “You’re my soulmate.”

He propped himself on his elbows and bit his lip as the words reached his ears like a blessed melody. He trailed his eyes away from hers and down to where his black hair rested on the small buttons of her dress.

“I want to be all yours,” he whispered, feeling her heels slide up along the blanket, her thighs press against his torso, and her knees lock him in place. All yours.

He climbed further up her body and pressed his lips into hers, needing to feel her sweet tongue inside his mouth once more. Make me yours. I’ll do anything. He kicked off his dress shoes and let her take his left hand and place it on her knee behind him. He felt her gentle fingers press on his hand and guide him down her thigh and under her skirt but letting him finish the movement on his own.

He stretched out his fingers and slid them slowly deeper under her skirt until they felt a textured cloth by her hips. He let out another moan and noticed she gave another smile as they kissed. He followed the cloth down towards her lower back and wedged his fingers between the ground and her warm skin, feeling how smooth and soft she was.

“Squeeze me,” she whispered into his lips.

“Merlin… you tease too much,” he laughed.

“I’m not teasing,” her smile grew as she watched his eyes widen.

He slid his hand down from the cloth and traced a small circle on her plump curves. He squeezed, feeling his thoughts cease as he focused on the moment. He found himself pushing his hips down on her harder and moaning at the mounding pressure. He could feel his ears and cheeks going red and heard a small giggle escape her lips. He looked away and pressed his forehead down in the crook of her neck and kissed her collarbone gently, trying to reel his thoughts back in place.

“Can we go to your room?”

“M-my room?” He knew his bedroom was a complete mess. He had shoved anything out of place in there, practically throwing it in. The only thing he knew he organized neatly were his newly acquired jars of eastern specimens from Knockturn Alley. Would the alphabetical labeling impress her?

“Severus?” She pulled his chin up to look at her pleading eyes. She pressed him closer to her with her legs, begging him to give in.

“Alright,” the word came out as a trembling breath. He did not want the night to ever end, even if it meant facing more embarrassment. She already had him sweating and thinking things he dared not repeat but he didn’t let himself imagine what would happen in his bedroom lest he lose himself completely.

He stood up and helped her to her feet. She jumped up and kissed his cheek roughly like he’d seen girls do to their partners a million times back in school. It made him blush and so he quickly turned, hiding his face behind his hair and lead the way up. He pulled on the sleeves of his coat down further over his hands as they ascended the stairs to the second floor and walked the few steps to his bedroom door.

He opened it and stepped aside, letting her in first, unable to watch her reaction to the old highly-likely-to-creek-loudly bed, torn sheets, piles of books, pots, and cauldrons littered in the corners. Please don’t be disgusted.

She stepped into the room and turned, pulling him into a teasing kiss and lead him to his bed. Not uncomfortable about the mess? She is my soulmate, he smiled.

“Excited?” she pushed him down on the bed.

“I’m happy you came over,” he was glad the lights weren’t bright in here either as he was sure his face was more than just hot to the touch.

She curled her index finger under his chin and stepped between his legs, lifted her leg over his thigh and rested her knee on the bed next to him. His hands automatically moved to her waist, but she pushed them away, winking.

“I have something for you,” she kissed his lips lightly. “Lean back.”

He did as he was told and watched with a parted mouth as she began unbuttoning her dress, pulling the strands over her shoulders, and letting the dress drop to the floor. She trailed her hand from her neck and down her body. His eyes followed her hand, admiring the matching lace underwear set she had on. He recognized the cloth was a Slytherin-green color, along with two silver bows on either side of her hips, ready to be pulled apart. He licked his lips and closed his mouth, remaining as composed as possible.

“I wasn’t sure what your favorite color was, so I thought your Slytherin colors would do,” she winked and leaned forward, placing her other knee beside him and sat down on his lap again. “What do you think?”

“You’re perfect.” The words jumped out of his mouth before he could even process his thoughts, “I mean – t-the – Green and silver look really nice.” He could tell by the way she was smiling his face had probably gone full red. I can’t believe she is actually wearing this for me. She thought of me... She wanted to impress me. At this point his house could catch on fire, burning every book he own, and it would still be the greatest night of his life.

He turned his head as she leaned forward, kissing his ear and sending another shiver down his body.

“You’re everything I want,” she whispered, “You’re all I’ll ever want.”

Severus closed his eyes, listening intently at every word she spoke like a spell she was putting him under. She wants me as much as I want her. Only me… Only ever me. His hands trailed up her thigh and pulled her closer, “I’m yours. I’m all yours.” He pressed into her kiss and took in every sensation, wanting to remember everything about tonight for the rest of his life.

She pulled away slightly, “Even while you keep teaching at Hogwarts… And I work elsewhere?” Her words were nothing more than a murmur.

Severus opened his eyes and turned to look at her. She was hiding something. He could tell by the way her closed-mouth smile didn’t reach her eyes this time.

“Of course. You’re…” he paused to look deep into her eyes. “My soulmate…” he could feel the weighty truth of his words.

“Promise?”

He gently nudged her off and sat up beside her on the bed, “I promise.” His tone was stern, hoping to convey how deeply he meant it.

She smiled genuinely once more. She undid the straps of her heels and slid them off. She pulled the sheets up and slipped inside, “Join me?”

He nodded and unbuttoned his coat all the way, sliding it off and throwing it over the footboard. She reached up and slid her finger under his waistcoat and pulled him down under the sheets with her. Unsure how to position himself he laid on his back and looked over at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

She giggled and kissed his jaw lightly, pulling herself towards him and laid her head on his chest. She draped an arm over him and held him tight. This was also a moment he would not forget, having often wished he had someone to hold or anyone who even wanted to hold him. He rested his arm over her body and played with another silver ribbon he found on the green lace. His eyelids started drooping and he wished she could stay the night.

“I wish I didn’t have to, but I have to leave soon,” she sighed.

He didn’t want this perfect night to end. She was wonderful, soft, kind, and liked him despite all the terrible things wrong with what he could barely call his home. He cleared his throat, “I understand… Good luck in your interview.”

She smiled and kissed him one last time before standing up to dress. He watched her sit and slide her heels back on and stand. She surprised him when she reached for his hand and held it as they walked down the stairs and back into the living room together.

She grabbed the basket and threw Floo powder into the fireplace. Green fire roared to life and he pulled her in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around him and he felt like never pulling away from her embrace, wanting to hold her like that for the rest of his life.

She pulled away and picked up his cravat from the floor, he reached to take it from her, but she pulled it back. She laughed and reached behind her back and then reached into her dress, pulling on the green lace and offered it up to him, “Do you accept an exchange?”

He smiled wide, loving the constant teasing, “If I must.” He chuckled.

“Dream of me tonight,” she kissed his cheek and winked, a sparkle of mischief present in her eyes once more, “And I’ll see you soon, Severus.”

He felt that stupid smile of his creep up onto his face once more and nodded, watching her disappear in the fire. He looked around embarrassed, as if he weren’t alone in his home, and ran upstairs. He quickly changed into his night shirt and crawled into bed, pulling the sheets up to his nose and breathed in. It still smelled like crushed peony powder. He opened his drawer and placed the green lace inside, still amazed she had worn it just for him. She would definitely haunt his dreams tonight.

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Blueberries, Lavender & Hot Matcha Tea 

A SasuHina Oneshot.

Part 1 / Part 2

AN: Why? Because someone @muzikaldove  asked and I obliged . It came to me relatively easy in all it’s tropey goodness. I think you can tell how much ao3 I’ve been reading lately from this. My apologies over the fact I have no idea how to properly use a comma.

Summary: Sasuke has a run in with a certain blue haired girl and he’s confused.

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Blueberries

Sasuke glares at a punnet of blueberries, a memory of wide lavender eyes flashing in his mind. He pinches the bridge of his nose and grits his teeth. Fuck. Things like this weren’t suppose to happen to him. He forces himself to take in a slow calming breath and attempts to sigh out all his current frustrations.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that damn blue haired girl and her stupid embarrassed blush and the way she just couldn’t make direct eye contact with him, and how for some fucking reason that made his heart twist in some weird foreign way.

Because he wanted her to look at him.

He really wanted her to look at him.

Sasuke wasn’t used to the desire of wanting attention from women.

In fact Sasuke was used to women throwing themselves at him since that appeared to be the only way to receive any sort of regard from the aloof Uchiha. Sasuke didn’t have time to engage in such frivolous affairs and was mildly thankful he didn’t have to put in much effort.

But there he was for the first time ever, looking at a woman and instead of thinking the word ‘annoying’ he thought of the word ‘cute’ and that in it’s self should’ve been an indication of hell freezing over because Sasuke is Sasuke and he definitely doesn’t fucking think about anything as cute. Especially not short blue haired women with shy dispositions who spill burning hot tea all over him and his expensive new suit when he’s already late for an important business meeting.

But that’s exactly what happened.

He was uncharacteristically running ten minutes behind schedule when he noticed his favourite coffee shop was obnoxiously overrun because of course it’s a goddamned Wednesday and they have that dumb promotion for half priced iced latte's. So he scoffed at the betrayal and hoped to find a less busy cafe on the way.

And once he crossed the threshold of some hole in the wall bistro he’d never before noticed called ‘Heaven’s little corner’ he looked up at the bell that rang when the glass door hit it and smacked into something oddly soft then suddenly felt pain-

Searing pain, wet and hot, burning his chest and trickling down his legs. Sasuke clenched his eyes shut cringing violently and hissed at the sensation, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“O-oh my god,” a sweet little voice squeaked and Sasuke snapped his eyes open to glare at the retreating form of blue hair, “no no no no no no no.” The quiet offender muttered to herself grabbing all the napkins she could muster from their dispenser and turning back to look at the soaked fabric covering his chest like a devastating problem she needed to solve and quick. Rushing towards him she started wiping at the creamy green liquid that smelled like matcha with quivering fingers. “I am s-so sorry so so so so s-sorry.” She said with reverence. “A-are you okay?”

Sasuke froze watching dainty hands meticulously rub huge bunches of paper napkins against him, slowly starting to feel his ire ebb when he took in the strange girls appearance. She had long soft looking blue hair, a milky ivory complexion, an increasing redness to her cheeks and pink chapped lips pulled in a gentle pout... And that damned troublesome word popped into his mind before he could stop it.

Cute.

Sasuke’s eyebrows shot up at the intrusive thought and snapped, “stop,”  grabbing her wrists and something twisted in his gut seeing her wince at his grip so he lessened the pressure of his grasp into something resembling gentleness and pushed her hands back as if returning them. “Before you embarrass yourself even more.”

Eloquent eyes pinched with mortification shooting to the ground, he realised that she actually looked like she was about to cry.

Which really should have pissed him off.

But for some reason he couldn’t fathom, it didn’t.

He let go of her wrists like he’d been burned a second time, raising his hands in  surrender, “ it’s fine, I’m fine,” and scoffed. “Are you... okay?” He scowled at the stupid question, she’s the one clearly in the wrong but for some reason he couldn’t ignore her current distress.

She buried her face into her hands. “Y-yes. I mean, of course I am.” She said throwing the napkins in the trash.  “Sorry. I-I have to go.” And she booked it out the door not even sparing him glance.

Sasuke had to resist the urge to run after her and demand she tell him her name which was a rather concerning sentiment.

And it dawned on him that she never once looked him in the eyes throughout their entire interaction.

Sasuke changes his mind.

She is definitely annoying.

Annoyingly cute.

Fuck.

This isn’t good.

And it doesn’t make any sense! The exchange lasted less than two minutes and there was literally nothing special about this girl but for some reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind and It’s starting to be a fucking problem.

“Why is Sasuke looking at the blueberries like they’ve personally offended him.” Shikamaru drawls, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his ripped denim jeans reminding Sasuke that he is in fact not alone on this grocery run.

It’s 7 pm on a Friday night and he and Naruto always have people over at their flat for drinks to blow off steam and bitch about the work week. Usually Sasuke would get snacks on his own but Shikamaru showed up early and Naruto asked if he wanted to go on an adventure like it was the most exciting thing and now here they are in the organic fruit section of their local super market.

“Oh, Sasuke’s pining.” Naruto says casually and Sasuke wants to punch him in the throat. Sasuke doesn’t pine, he only casually mentioned the interaction with the weird girl in passing this morning and Naruto hadn’t stopped teasing him since.

“Explain.” Shikamaru inquires with a lazy smirk.

“Sasuke’s pining,” he repeats, picking up a fat orange, throwing it up in the air and catching it, “I know he is because he mentioned some girl who spilled tea on him and he has never brought up an interaction he’s had with a girl with me. Like. Ever.” Well... Hn, Sasuke hadn’t thought about it like that.

“No way.”

“Which obviously means he’s found the one.”

“What else he say about her?”

“Not much, but he’s been doin’ a lot of glaring at a whole lot of nothing. I’m starting to think he’s actually daydreaming.”

“Would you two shut up.” Sasuke grits indignantly, prompting Shikamaru to slap an antagonising hand on his shoulder.

“So what’s it going to be Sasuke; blueberries or no blueberries?”

Naruto slaps a hand on his other shoulder. “That seems to be the question.”

Sasuke frowns and grabs the damn blueberries, throws them in the basket swivelling out of their grip towards the checkout line, attempting to remain indifferent towards the fuckers. He grabs a few bags of chips on the way.

“Did I mention that said mystery girl has blue hair.” Naruto stage whispers and Sasuke scowls when he hears Shikamaru snicker.

~ ~

Twenty minutes later they’re making the short walk back to their apartment after picking up booze, “so do we know who’s coming tonight?” Sasuke asks.

“The usual; Kiba, Choji... Uh... Ino and Sakura.” Naruto kicks a stray rock on the pavement as they pass a streetlight. “Oh yeah! Sakura said she asked some girl from her photography class if she wanted to come, what was her name?”  

“Hinata, I think.” Shikamaru adds.

“So that should be cool, we never have new people over.”

“Hn.”

“I just hope she’s cute.”

Sasuke hoped she wasn’t.

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AN2: DUN DUN DUNNNNNN Is that a cliffhanger there? Well huh. I guess that means there’s gonna be more? Really I promise you I wanted to write the whole thing and post it as a longer-shot (Is that a term?) But I also just wanna start writing things and getting it out there so it doesn’t get trapped in my drafts. And It kinda works as a one shot... So hey... Maybe bug me for more? CHAPTER 2 is up.

[leemaht]

hehe 17,21 with futakuchi :)

alright, get ready for some good old jerk-futakuchi. :3

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moods

prompts: ‘sometimes, i wanna throw rocks at you.’ and ‘you better marry me one day’

warnings: none

pairing: futakuchi x reader 

notes: i wrote so many headcanons, i can’t write proper sentences anymore. also punctuation and commas are not really my piece of cake. arg.

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futakuchi kenji was much but one thing. romantic. there could be the most romantic atmosphere, he would be able to ruin it. he had proved that so many times.

for example when he asked you out. most people would wait for the perfect moment but not this guy. he knew you liked him as much as he did, so it was perfectly clear for him, that you would accept him no matter what. when you did it only confirmed his thesis. it was the same for your first kiss, the first ‘i love you’  and all the other important moments.

his dense obliviousness for moods was a constant factor throughout your whole relationship. this guy even took it a step further as he didn’t just ignore atmospheres but would ruin them in great manner. it wasn’t like he did this on purpose, well sometimes he did for the sole purpose of teasing you, but most of the times he found himself lost in the moment and disregarded everything ‘unnecessary’, which was as much as everything that wasn’t you.

you were official for over a year now and even though you were still in high school you already reached the serious stage of you relationship. at least so serious that you had already talked about your hopes and dreams for your future together, like what would happen after graduation. 

but back to the topic

it was the verge of summer already and dateko had announced their annual summer festival to be this weekend. it was pretty obvious for futakuchi that you would accompany him, so he hadn’t bothered to ask you out. he even waited until last minute before even mentioning it to you. it was friday afternoon already, the last lessons just had ended and the whole class had started to pack up, when futakuchi had come to you.

‘babe, when should i pick you up tomorrow?’ he asked in a matter of fact tone. ‘what do you mean?’ you had forgotten about the festival already. because futakuchi hadn’t asked you out you had assumed he was busy and had banned it from your mind. ‘huh, wdym wdym, the school festival of course.’ he remembered you. ‘well, i don’t remember you asking me out.’ you deadpanned but it didn’t even affect him. ‘6pm then.’ he gave you a quick peck on the cheek and was about to turn around when you sighed heavily. ‘sometimes, i wanna throw rocks at you.’ as if he had expected this statement he said: ‘you wouldn’t hit me if you tried.’ while exiting the room, leaving you behind slightly annoyed.

when 6pm on the next day arrived, he showed up in casual clothing. he wore a dark blue sweater and black jeans, while you got all dressed up for him.

‘i feel like one of us puts more effort in all this than the other.’ you stated without even looking at him as you walked past out of the door. he didn’t answer though and just trailed behind you. he could tell that you were pissed but decided not to act until you were surrounded by the food stands and fairy lights of the festival. maybe your moodyness would vanish on it’s own. but every minute he walked behind you without saying a word you got more annoyed and angrier.

when you arrived you were at rock bottom. for the next few hours you walked up and down between the stands and met up with the rest of the volleyball team. you spent your time with aone while futakuchi stayed with the rest. only after about half an hour he noticed your disappearance and went looking for you only to find you and aone sitting on a park bench in silence looking at the stars that were already out. it was then that he acknowledged how sad you actually looked.

without missing a beat he walked over, grabbed your hand and pulled you up, receiving a nod from aone. ‘come on y/n, the firework starts in 10 minutes. i think i found just the right spot.’

he dragged you away from the festival grounds up a little hill with a park bench on it nearby. it was dark and deserted but had a great view over the festival grounds. you could see all the people that had surrounded you earlier walk down the aisles, all the pretty lights and much more. but futakuchi looked at you and you only. you had this desperate expression on your face that never failed to made him feel bad. he knew he had messed up at some point when you didn’t even talk to him which was the exact opposite of your normally bubbly and talk active personality.

‘i’m sorry.’ this made you finally look at him.

‘what for.’ you rather stated then asked. it was this kind of situation where you knew exactly what for but you wanted to hear him say it.

‘for everything. i know i am not the best when it comes to relationships and i really should have taken the hint already when you said that i don’t put enough effort in all of this earlier. and i’m sorry i didn’t ask you out to the festival. it’s just that the longer we are together, or rather the longer you are by my side the more i take you for granted.’ he sighed. ‘but i want you to know even when i ignore you and act like a total jerk-’

‘so always?’ you butted in, making him smile a little.

‘yeah, very funny. no i want you to know that i really love you with my entire being. you are the person i see my future with and the person i want to marry one day.’ in the background the firework had already started and the shiny colors reflected on your teary eyed face as you looked at your boyfriend in awe.

the longer you stayed quiet the closer he came, moving inch by inch agonizingly slow. ‘so,’ he spoke up when he was mere inches away from you.’do you forgive me?’ he asked sounding rather confident hiding the nervousness he was feeling inside. you closed the gap between you two as an answer capturing his lips in a slow and passionate kiss as his hands found the way to either side of your waist and yours rested on his cheeks. the firework that sounded so distant and insignificant in the background was long forgotten about.

after about 2 minutes you pulled away in search of the desperately needed oxygen and rested your foreheads together, looking in each others eyes. futakuchi smirked.

‘i take that as a ‘yes’ then.’

‘you better marry me one day.’ you answered.

‘that’s the plan.’ 

[lilikags]

Maybe Homework Isn’t So Bad After All (Hinata Shoyo x reader)

Contrary to popular opinion, homework can actually have a positive effect. Sometimes. 

Pairing: Hinata Shoyo x Kageyama’s sister reader Type: fluff Before you read notes: ... can I just say fried rice? 

"Woah! Kageyama, your house's so cool!" Hinata's eyes beamed, seeing the Kageyama's front door. It was a bit more modern, though smaller than his own.

"It's a normal house...." Tobio looked at Hinata, feeling done with him and his energetic energy. You heard the noise and peeked through the door.

"Oh, you brought home a friend? You should tell me these things; the house's a mess. I guess the least I could do is put together some snacks." You looked at Hinata. "Oh, you're the Hinata Tobio keeps talking about, right? Sorry about the house, it's a mess."

"It's awesome!" Hinata jumped and hit his head, apparently trying to express how cool the house was.

"Oh, you okay? I'll get some ice if you need-"

"He's fine." Tobio answered. "He's hit his head before, no big deal."

"What if it's-"

"I'm okay!" Hinata flashed a bright smile. You guided them to the living room- that was the part of the house you would lead guests to whenever they came over. You sat down, next to your brother.

"Uh, so you're here to hang out? Study?" you tried to start a conversation.

"Kageyama and I don't have good grades... and we need to pass all of our classes to go to the training camp..." Hinata's smile dropped.

"Well, I'm sure you can figure it out! If you need help, you can ask me, but don't expect me to be as good as your teacher. Good luck! Call me if you need any help." you waved to them and went back to your room. You had some homework left to do, so you decided that you would finish that before playing some games.

You have always loved video games. Tobio has always loved volleyball. It seemed like he inherited all of the physical talent while you inherited all of  smarts. You weren't that smart, but you were somewhat at the top of your class. You were also in advanced math, meaning that you were taking Algebra 2 in 10th grade. It wasn't that hard, since you had time to study and actually paid attention in class, unlike your brother. Though, you couldn't really blame him. He always, in your opinion, got back too late at night and was exhausted from practice. Of course, he would be tired the next day as well.

You set to work, putting all of your focus on your homework so that you could play some games. You did have a test next week, but you could totally study tomorrow. It's not like it's hard anyways; you could probably take a couple of  hours to study for it and you'd be just fine. You knew you were procrastinating, and you did believe you were too good at it, but you saw no reason to stop. After all, if everything ended up okay, it's all good.

The homework was surprisingly easy; you got through it in half an hour and you set on to your games. You unplugged your phone, which was now at full battery. You put in the password and opened up (favorite game). You were getting into it, remembering all of your plans and strategies you had in mind. After all, a strategy is absolutely necessary to climb the ranks.

You decided to start off with some pvp, to get your adrenaline up. Pvp was always exciting for you; real-time strategy and the randomness of debuff landings (that sometimes did not land) always made it more fun. Real-Time Arena was your favorite; countdowns limited the amount of time you could think about your next move and that was exhilarating.

Unfortunately, you were interrupted by the two boys knocking on your bedroom door. "(f/n)-san!" You turned around and opened the door, "You need help?" They both nodded and you asked what they needed help with.

"(f/n)-san, we don't understand how commas work." Ah, commas. You were always good at English grammar, and it actually came as easily to you as Japanese. Maybe learning languages was what you were good at.

So, you sat down between them so that they could more easily see what you were writing, and you answered their questions as you explained it. You even stayed around to make sure they would remember it for the test.

By the time you were done, it was close to midnight. Since today was a Friday, there was no school the next day. That meant you could play games. You stood up to stretch, pulling your arms over your head and touching your toes.

"(f/n)-san, thanks a lot!" Hinata flashed a bright smile. You never really smiled like that anymore. You used to, as a young child, but nothing could ever make you smile like that these days. You softly smiled back and quietly closed the door, returning to your room.

You started to decide what game you were going to play, but you were interrupted by the doorbell. You wondered who it was; who would ring the doorbell so late at night? You looked through the window, and found your best friend, (b/f/n), standing in front of the door and holding a bag of your favorite snack, [favorite snack].

"What's up?" you greeted (b/f/n).

"Let's play [favorite mobile game] together." (b/f/n) explained, and you understood what was happening immediately. (b/f/n)'s parents always went out on a romantic vacation around this time, and she would always come over to play mobile games when that happened.

You welcomed her into the house, and the two of you headed towards your room. You passed by the living room, where Tobio and Hinata were. You checked on them, making sure they were okay, and they were talking about the practice match they recently had against Aoba Johsai.

Suddenly, as you were about to leave them along, (b/f/n) blurted out, "Do you guys wanna play [favorite mobile game together]?"

"Huh? But (b/f/n), they don't play games like that-" She cut you off, "The more the merrier, right? It doesn't hurt to play!" You looked at your brother and Hinata.

"Sure! I'd love to play!" Hinata pulled out his phone. Tobio tried to object, but he gave in and soon enough, everyone was playing [favorite mobile game] in the living room. Hinata somehow was good at it, and it surprised you how much he was progressing in just a few hours. Tobio was the slowest out of the two of them, and you giggled at that.

You didn't think teaching the two boys how to play would be fun, but it was plenty enjoyable. The four of you played all night, not a single one of you regretting hanging out all night one bit. All of you were exhausted, and Tobio and (b/f/n) had fallen asleep earlier, and it was just you and Hinata. The both of you were tired from staying up all night, and you finally gave in to fatigue and closed your eyes.

♡~ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ɴᴏʏᴀ~♡

Your eyes fluttered open to a sunset. You looked at the clock, and it read "1:23 PM". You lifted your head, which had been resting on something, something warm. You looked to your right, and you saw Hinata there. Upon realizing you had slept on Hinata's shoulder, you blushed.

"Oh my god, I just slept on his shoulder, (b/f/n)'s gonna make fun of me when she wakes up, Tobio's going to yell at both of us, accuse him of doing something, oh my god, there's going to be chaos..." you freaked out, your thoughts going wild. You attempted to reorganize yourself, "Okay, calm down. You're getting nowhere with this. Let's just get up and make some food. I'm sure everyone's hungry."

You got up, and you heard Hinata stir. You hoped you didn't bother him and walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apron and getting some ingredients for the fried rice you were going to cook. You were never great at cooking, but you've always loved fried rice.

Fried rice was the first dish you ever learned how to make. After years of perfecting your own recipe, it was what you considered part of your pride. You always poured your heart into this dish when making it, and this time was no exception.

You hummed while cooking, enjoying it. Whenever Tobio wasn't home and you had the house all to yourself, you would sometimes cook, especially when you were stressed. You were lost in your own thoughts, when you heard someone move a chair. You turned around, surprised.

"Oh, Hinata-kun! Good morning, or I guess it's afternoon now. Are you hungry?" you asked, transferring the fried rice from a pan to a large bowl.

"Yeah, a bit. Actually, that fried rice smells great! Do you mind if I have some?" Hinata asked, excitement showing on his expression.

"Uh, sure. I made it for everyone anyways; I figured we'd all be hungry when I woke up," you replied, scooping a portion into a bowl and handing it to him. You hand him some chopsticks and you hear him thank you for the meal. You smiled as you saw him eat the fried rice; it looked like he was enjoying it.

"(f/n)-san! This is really good!" Hinata exclaimed. "I could eat this every day! How do you make it?" You were taken by surprise. You never thought someone outside of your own family would compliment you. "Oh, thanks. Well, uh-" You were cut off by your brother, who had just woken up. "Oi, Hinata! Why are you yelling so loud in the morning?!"

"It's already the afternoon! Anyways, (f/n)-san's fried rice is really good!" Hinata yelled back.

"Ah, so that's what the smell was. Did you make any for me?" he turned to you. You nodded and handed him a bowl and his chopsticks.

Soon enough, (b/f/n) woke up and you gave her the last bowl of fried rice you had prepared. When you were all done, you washed the plates, and Hinata offered to help. You declined at first, but he insisted. You gave up and let him help you. (b/f/n) and Tobio went to continue playing that game; they were both really into it.

"Ring ring ring" Hinata's phone rang. He picked it up, and you could hear a woman from the other side. You assumed it was his mom; no one thought to call his family that he was staying here. You could hear Hinata apologizing, and you handed over the phone to you.

"Uh, hello? I'm Kageyama (f/n). Sorry for not letting you know Hinata-kun was staying over here; I should have called to make sure it was okay with you-" Hinata's mom cut you off, "No, no, it's okay. I'm sorry you had to put up with Shoyo, he must have been troublesome to take care of."

"No, no! We all played games last night; it was more fun with him around." you spoke with his mom a bit longer, and when you hung up, you handed his phone back to him.

"My mom didn't scold you, did she?" he asked.

"No, no. She's really nice!" you shook your head. His mom had asked him to go home, so he left soon later.

"Hey, (f/n)-chan, you like Hinata-kun, don't you?" (b/f/n) sneaked up from behind you.

"Ah!" you turned around. "No, I don't!"

"Then, why fried rice taste so good?"

"I must have improved."

"No way! Not that much in such little time! It has to be love!"

"No, it's not..." you looked down in embarrassment.

♡~𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒚 𝑯𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆~♡

Hinata ended coming to your house to play [favorite mobile game] with you, Tobio, and sometimes (b/f/n) pretty often. The four of you became pretty close, especially you and Hinata.

You and Hinata, who you now called Shoyo, were the last ones awake. The four of you had played games all night, and of course, (b/f/n) and Tobio fell asleep first. After all, they were prone to that.

"Hey, (f/n)." Shoyo turned to you.

"Hm?" you turned to him.

"Maybe homework isn't so bad after all. It's what brought the four of us together..."

~END~

2015 words! I didn't imagine it would be this long. Anyways, how'd you like it? I'm thinking of making a part 2, should I? Thanks for reading! Love, Lili Kags♡♡♡

Edited: 10/13/20

Credits: header image is from unsplash

[paleononnie]

Friday Five Fic Recs

So a few Bennguin fic recs to keep everyone entertained while we all social distance!  I would like to say off the top that I’m not a *huge* stickler for perfect grammar.  I joke that I can barely write myself through a scathing Amazon review (I confess so many random commas!) but as long as the story is strong and if not an AU, has a certain level of accuracy, I’m okay with that.  So just a few examples: has a passing knowledge of locations in Dallas or knows that it doesn’t tend to snow very often on Vancouver Island (edit: except in the higher elevations.  Not so much in Saanich) so there shouldn’t be mentions of Jamie or Jordie playing shinny on frozen ponds growing up.  They would have played road hockey instead.  Also just like Americans we sound different based on where we live or grew up so I’m not a big fan of mentions of The Canadian Accent.  Jamie and Jordie definitely sound like they’re from The Island (ie: you can hear it when Jamie says “I love it!” in the latest Dude Perfect Stars video or any post game scrum Jordie does ever) Tyler sounds like he’s from the GTA.  I have a good friend who grew up in Brampton too and they sound a lot alike although his seems to be somewhat tempered from the years that he’s lived in the US .

Anyhow, for this first one the picks will be kind of random although I’ll try to keep them somewhat lighthearted since I’m not sure if anyone truly wants to read apocalyptic or dystopian fic right about now and they definitely reflect what I personally enjoy so they might not be for everyone but next time if people are interested they can make suggestions for what they would like to see.  That being said, any recommendation I make be sure to check the archive warnings and tags at AO3 just in case it’s not something you’re interested in or it’s out of your comfort zone.  I’m pretty zen with alot (read: I am a fan of the sex) but that’s me.  It might not be for you and that’s perfectly okay.  Never feel bad about hitting the back button.

Romantic Motherfucking Best by lightgetsin

Jamie’s supposed to boyfriend this shit right up, and Tyler wants to see that.

This is an early one from 2014 and you might have read it already especially if you’ve been going through the tag after sorting by kudos but I think it hits alot of the right notes and considering that was from 2014, I can see how they made the interpretations and exploration of the Jamie and Tyler we see in those early interviews which I don’t think was always easy to do.  Especially with Jamie.  Yeah, they missed Tyler’s pineapple allergy but since that wasn’t well known until after the National Pizza Day clip Tyler did with SN in 2017, I don’t hold that against them. 

Sweet Sweet Love by lightgetsin

“Sweet, sweet love,” Jamie repeats, because really there’s no option here but to own it. He raises an eyebrow. “You in?” He leans closer. “Dare you.”

“Oh,” Tyler says, sitting up straight. “It is on.”

Same author but this one just cracks me up every time I revisit it.  Anytime someone writes these two goobers like the utter goobers they are, I’m there for it.  Also the Jordie in this makes me cry laugh.  And hey!  There’s podfic available too if you’re so inclined.  

Off-Ice Situation by orphan account

He waggles his eyebrows, grins and looks over at Jamie like do you want to tell them or should I? Jamie elbows him and everyone laughs, and neither one of them can stop smiling. Crisis averted.

I’m pretty sure that I recall this writer from before they orphaned their account and they had two other ones that tend to get a little more attention (aside: one which has Jamie and Katie breaking up which I figured was a little too…timely.  I might recommend it in the future once the furor dies down.) but this one is fun.  Includes one of the greatest Jamie and Tyler interactions outside of “Do you like horses?” “I like stallions more.”

Naked and Afraid by makeit_takeit

“I’m Tyler,” the voiceover says, laid on top of a still photo of a shirtless guy with a sick sleeve and a giant grin hanging by one hand from an outcropping of rock, flexing the not-inconsiderable biceps of his free arm as he mugs for the camera. The drop to the water below him has to be 10 meters, maybe more.

“I’m 26, from Brampton, Ontario, but I’ve lived all over the world.”

Jamie hasn’t really been paying that much attention - he’s eating dinner and looking at his phone, the TV more background noise than anything - but he puts his phone aside when he hears Ontario. As far as he knows, only one other Canadian has ever been a contestant on the show.

This time an AU.  Jamie the awkward family charter boat owner and Tyler the wanderlust traveler without roots…until.   I know nothing about the show so I can’t speak to how accurate a fusion it is but going into it not knowing anything, I just found it so entertaining and I could see hints of Tyler and Jamie here not that they were just characters that share the same names.                       

Door to Door by Ferritin4

“I work two jobs. I’m Tyler,” Tyler says, extending his hand. “Do you want to come in?”

Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.

Another AU.  Jamie is a detective.  Tyler is a bartender slash mechanic.  Together?  Well, they don’t fight crime but they have great banter.   It’s not particularly deep, some familiar references (ex: Jamie needs a hair cut and new clothes) but it’s light and fun.   Also starring Marshall, Cash, Jordie with special guest: Hilary Knight.

[rockingelbows]

In which Hanta Sero starts doubting himself- the ingenius Tenya Iida writes him an old fashined (Though adorable) letter.

"Hold me close so I know you won't disappear like everyone else."

Hanta Sero was a mysterious male indeed- always smiling, adding his sarcastic two cents- even if he is smart he uses it to stay up at night pondering useless things that seems so endearjng at the moment. Hanta guesses that its not worth it- really it isnt. Staying up, he means. He always falls asleep in class.

His grades are dropping, Tenya was worried. Of course Hanta got a low grade on the recent test with Denki Kaminari, but Hanta swore he tried his best this time. If he was being honest, he sort of blacked out in a sense and then he was soulessly handing it in to Aizawa. It seemed like such and out of body experience- maybe he was high? No.. hes been sober for two days. He hasn't hit a joint in two days. So no.. hes not intoxicated.

Though Tenya could say different- he was intoxicated. By Hanta. By his voice, smile, what he said- gosh it really drove him wild. In the loneliness of his room, in his large hoodie and boxers- you can see when he thinks of Hanta because he smiles and rolls around until he starts monolouging.

Currently the class was done with the test and mourning or accepting or being proud of their grades. Though Hanta looked at the test in dismay, seemingly looking scared. He thought no one was looking, Tenya guessed. Hanta suddenly put his head down on the desk and held a frown, his friends talking around Katsukis desk.

And that wasnt the only time that week that Hanta had looked down.

"Sorry, guys. Cant go with you this weekend. Or anytime this week. My moms broken a bone and I gotta go visit her." Hanta had looked solemn, like there was more to it. But Denki patted his shoulder, grinned at him, and said, "moms before bros."

Hanta grinned at them, but when they exited the dorms, he frowned and went back to his room to get dressed- to go visit his mom again.

What he hadnt told anyone, his mom had cancer - breast cancer. He didn't want to tell anyone.

And on Wednesday, Hanta had a discussion about his grades and the teacher who talked to him threatened to call his mom- maybe take him out of UA. The fault is maybe if teachers asked if anything was preventing them to having good grades maybe it would be easier for him- to have good grades. Hanta started doubting his ability to catch up. Doubting he was smart. He started hating he couldnt do anything for his mom, and Tenya had watched from the sidelines woth curiosity and worry.

One Friday, Hanta came back to the dorms at around three in the morning, tears coming from his eyes and a frown on his face. Thats unlike him.. Tenya thought, since he was a clown with his friends- always smiling - but he guessed no one was All Might, and even All Might didnt smile all the time. Hanta was a person with feelings.

That night Tenya had waited in the common room for Hanta to get back, since one of his tasks was logging curfew and of anyone was late coming back. Tenya couldn't hid his worry as Hanta began to panic- someone had seen him crying! He can't just do that- stop crying and fake a smile. They held a mutual understanding- yes. Something is wrong with Hanta Sero.

Hanta shuffled to the couch as Tenya grabbed the logging sheet. "Now I know something is wrong- and I won't pressure you into telling me whats going on. Though I need to know where you were."

"I-I was vi-visting m-my m-" his voice cracked when he tried to say "mom". Tenyas eyebrows furrowed and cashed in, "your mother?" and Hanta nodded mutely. He took a deep breath, "she's at the cancer insitute in Tokoyo. Thats where I was."

Tenyas eyebrows relaxed but his mouth went dry. No one knew about this? He just.. kept it all to himself?

Tenya logged the time and patted Hantas shoulder, in which the boy hugged the bluenette tightly. "I'm sorry I just.. really need this right now."

Tenya nodded. "You need rest. Do you want me to escort you to your dorm?"

Hanta nodded, "fifth floor," he reminded, getting up and was surprised at a firm hug from Tenya himself. After they parted, Hanta followed Tenya in silence. It was a tad awkward but managable.

"Here's my dorm," Hanta said quietly. "I.. Thank you, Iida."

"No problem, Sero. Have a night night.. I really hope your mother the best."

And when he made it to his room, he grabbed a peice of paper and started writing with his pencil.

My dear, Hanta,

With a comma after dear.

The Scenery is So Loud

[haughtbreaker]

Special thanks to @jaybear1701​ who messaged me early this morning basically asking me what the hell I was doing with commas. Thanks to everyone who keeps reading.

** Companion song for this chapter is Lay Me Down - Sam Smith ... cause yeah I'm basic like that. I actually do have an in-progress Spotify playlist that I've been adding songs to as I post chapters**

Nicole looked around the party, feeling her body already moving slightly to the music that boomed from the speakers. She was exhausted from her shift at the shop but she was happy to be around friends.

"Nicky!"

Nicole smirked as she found Shae leaning against the couch, drink already in hand. She was waving her free hand to get Nicole's attention, even as their friend continued to talk to her. She detoured for a red cup from the keg station before moving to her girlfriend, capturing a hello kiss. "Hey." She turned to her friend. "Rosita, you're looking extra thirsty today."

"Fuck off, Red." Rosita gave her a rough shove. "You're late, as always."

"Some of us have jobs." Nicole took a long sip of the god awful beer before coughing. "Jesus, they could have at least sprung for the mediocre shit."

Rosita pulled a flask from her back pocket, waving it in front of Nicole. "It's a good thing vodka makes everything tolerable… if only I had a friend to share it with."

Nicole smirked, holding her cup out.

Holding out for just a few seconds, Rosita unscrewed the cap and poured a good helping into Nicole's cup. "You're lucky you're cute."

Shae laughed, reaching up to brush the back of her knuckles against Nicole's cheek. "She's okay." She tangled her fingers in auburn hair before pulling her forward for a kiss. It was needy and possessive, as if she had something to prove in front of even their friend. Nicole just went with it until Shae pulled away. She was used to her girlfriend's drunken shenanigans.

Some people might have been put off by it, frustrated by what seemed like a lack of trust Nicole just didn't care. She was used to it.

"I'm gonna get something else to drink." Shae commented before stepping away.

Don't let her go.

Nicole blinked against the sudden urge, reaching out, her hand closing around Shae's wrist. She felt like she was fighting against something… against instinct and fate.

Shae turned to look at her, confused.

"Here, take mine. I'm not enjoying it anyway." Nicole pulled Shae back to her. "Just… don't leave me."

Shae smiled. "Why would I ever do that?"

Nicole looked up as Rosita grabbed her arm.

"Let her go, Nicole." Her voice was stern, her grip firm.

"What the hell, Rosie, let go."

"Nicole!"

Nicole jolted up in surprise, her eyes bleary as she took in the still unfamiliar surroundings.

"Girl, you are one deep sleeper." Gus huffed as she picked up the extra blanket Nicole must have kicked off. "Isn't this Waverly's?"

Rubbing at her eyes, Nicole nodded, still slightly dazed. "She let me borrow it for now."

"Well, you best get a move on. Waverly won't tolerate being late. She cannot risk her perfect attendance." Gus's voice was thick with mockery, as if she'd heard it a million times which, having met Waverly, Nicole had no doubt about.

"I'm up." Nicole reached for her backpack, digging out her pills. Looking at the photo sitting on the nightstand, she sighed softly. "I'm up."

Nicole adjusted the bag on her back before taking a deep breath, looking down the hallway of the school. It was one building, much smaller than her old school. She looked over the schedule in her hand and the map in the other, trying to make sense of it.

The weekend had been… strange didn't seem like an adequate enough word. She'd stuck to what was now her room mostly, unpacking, avoiding the others. Wynonna had disappeared through most of the day hours, being dropped off by a red land-yacht of a car as the sun was disappearing below the horizon. Waverly stayed home most of the weekend but she had a friend stop by, a strange nerdy kid that looked like he'd been picked on most of his life. He'd stared at her with big, bright eyes the first time they met.

Jeremy.

Nicole blew out a large breath of air before returning her attention to the schedule. She had to somehow find her English class that looked like it would be her homeroom on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Canadian Geography would be Tuesdays and Thursdays.

"What's the damage?"

Nicole looked up to see Waverly standing in front of her, a big grin on her face. "Just your standard new kid in her senior year sort of damage." She'd thought, when Waverly disappeared after dropping her off at the front office, that she was going to fend for herself.

"Sounds like fun. Let me see." Waverly held her hand out, raising her eyebrows when Nicole hesitated.

With a soft sigh, Nicole handed the schedule over. If anything, at least Waverly would be able to point her to her first period.

"Oooo, we have first period together, Calculus, and Physics…" The smile turned into a disgruntled look. "And gym."

Nicole raised an eyebrow at that. "Not a fan of gym?" She wasn't a fan herself. It was usually just a place for stronger kids to pick on the weaker ones.

"I'm fine with gym, I just think it's a waste of time. I mean, I think if you're actually on a team sport, you should get credit for it." Waverly wrinkled her nose. "I'm significantly more active during cheer practice than I ever have been tossing balls back and forth in gym."

Nicole nodded. "Completely understandable." She watched as Waverly's eyes darted over the schedule. "So… we're in a lot of the same classes?"

Waverly nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah. And Jeremy too, but he has clearance from gym so not that." With a shrug, she handed the schedule back over. "It's Purgatory. Pretty much everyone in the same grade are in the same classes… with exception of math and science. We just lucked out, I guess." She smiled brightly.

Luck. Nicole wasn't sure of that yet. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she wouldn't have much of a break from the youngest Earp, but she would probably find out.

"Come on." Waverly nodded down the hall. "It's not that far down the hall."

"So… where's this American?"

Waverly rolled her eyes as she sat down between her friends Stephanie and Chrissy. Jeremy sat across from Chrissy who he considered safer. "Calm down, Stephanie. I'm sure she'll be here soon." She peeled the top off her salad and shook the small container of dressing.

"Is it true?" Stephanie asked with a smirk. "That she's a lesbian?"

"Gotta love living in a small town," Waverly commented as she tossed her salad with the small bit of vinaigrette. She'd been friends with the two girls since they were toddlers and Stephanie could be a bit much sometimes.

"Holy shit." Stephanie uttered, her eyes on the doors of the dining hall.

Waverly looked up to see Nicole entering, her auburn waves covered by a red and black toque that matched her flannel shirt, her hands tucked into her jeans pockets.

"Yeah, she just radiates gay."

"I'm pretty sure that's not very PC, Steph," Chrissy spoke up.

Waverly's brows furrowed and she stabbed at her salad as she watched Nicole follow the crowd, getting in line to collect her lunch. "She's actually really nice when you talk to her."

"Sure, in the stoic and solitary kind of way," Jeremy remarked, peeling his orange. "But I guess when you're tall and gorgeous, you can get away with it."

Waverly rolled her eyes. She didn't think Nicole was all that bad. Or maybe it was because she knew the reason behind the withdrawn temperament. She hadn't told Jeremy. She'd learned her lesson that first night and didn't intend on spilling those particular beans. When Nicole looked her way, Waverly waved her over with a smile. It looked like Nicole was going to refuse for a moment before she started heading that way.

"Hey." Nicole smiled in an obligatory way as she sat down in the empty space across from Waverly.

"Nicole, you know Jeremy but this is Stephanie and Chrissy," Waverly pointed her friends out.

Chrissy smiled and waved. "Hi, hi. Wish we could chat, but I have a yearbook meeting."

"Nice meeting you," Nicole commented as she began to pick through the hamburger and fries she'd picked up.

"Nicole, huh?" Stephanie smiled a smile that could best be described as nefarious. "The American lesbian the school is all abuzz about."

Nicole froze, looking from Stephanie to Waverly and back to Stephanie again.

"God, Steph, can you not be an asshole today?" Waverly huffed. "Sorry, Nicole. It's kind of a small town and Steph has a weird habit of perpetuating every bit of garbage she picks up."

"Rude much?" Stephanie snorted.

Nicole returned her attention to her meal, tearing open one of the small packets of ketchup. "That's me. Technically I'm only half American but I'm all gay," she responded with half a smile. Picking up one of the ketchup covered fries, she popped it in her mouth before freezing, her face twisted in disgust. "What the hell is wrong with this ketchup?"

Waverly tilted her head in question.

"It's way too sweet." Nicole wrinkled her nose, offering the small boat of fries to Waverly.

With a shrug, Waverly picked one up and tasted it. It tasted like it always did. "It's fine."

"Yeah something's not right with it." Nicole sighed softly before pulling the soggy leaf of lettuce out of the hamburger, applying a very small bit of ketchup to the bun. "Maybe it's just a Canada thing." She gave Waverly a look with just the corner of her lip curling up. "Probably all the maple syrup."

"Wow, way to perpetuate stereotypes," Waverly commented with a chuckle before jumping as a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Who's the new girl?"A boy plopped down onto the seat beside Waverly that had been emptied by Chrissy, his arm slinging over her neck.

"Ugh, get off me." Waverly shrugged his arm off, pushing away from him slightly. "This is Nicole. Nicole, this is my ex Hardy."

Nicole rose an eyebrow as she ate one of the fries. "Charmed." Her voice was flat and unimpressed, bringing a slight smile to Waverly's lips.

"Sup! Everybody calls me Champ." He nodded his head at her. "Number one steer roper in the town."

"Nicole is from California, Champ. Not a lot of rodeo," Waverly commented, trying not to push him off the bench. She wasn't sure why he was there except to bother the shit out of her.

"Cali huh? You surf, dude?" He used a horrible accent you only saw in ridiculous beach movies.

Nicole gave him a tight smile. "Yes actually, but not many waves around here." She looked at Waverly and her smile softened. "Except the Earp variety, that is."

Waverly felt her cheeks growing hot and cleared her throat. "Ha ha." She looked at her ex who was looking at Nicole suspiciously. "Champ, what the hell are you doing here anyway?"

"I just wanted to see you." He leaned closer to Waverly, his attention on her now. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come over after practice…"

Waverly grimaced. "I'm sorry, did you forget that I broke up with you?"

He gave her a confused look. "Wait… You were serious? I thought it was like, that time of the month…"

"Yeah, no. Get the hell out of here." Waverly shook her head.

"What?" Champ blinked in disbelief. "But I thought we could get back to normal.. It's Monday and you know we would always…"

"Don't even finish that sentence," Waverly cut him off. She couldn't believe him. She needed him to just leave before he embarrassed her further. "Just get the hell out of here."

"God, you don't have to be such a bitch about it." Champ growled as he stood up.

It took everything in Waverly not to just punch him in the nuts as he moved away. She felt the sting of embarrassment in her cheeks as she let her eyes drift over to Nicole who was watching Champ leave with a look that was pure poison.

"I don't know why you dumped him, Waves." Stephanie shook her head. "He's so hot."

Waverly cringed. "I just… outgrew him I guess." Scrunching her nose, she looked up to find Nicole watching her. "I guess he's just not my type anymore."

Nicole tilted her head to the side before dropping her gaze back to her lunch.

"Oh Honey… he's everybody's type." Stephanie commented in disbelief.

Nicole sighed as she sat on the bleachers, watching as Waverly and the other cheerleaders practiced on the other side of the gym. There was a time she would have enjoyed the sight, cheerleaders moving to music, flipping through the air… but instead she sighed softly, taking out her cell phone.

I dreamt of you last night. She sent the text off with a smile. Being in a new school really made her miss her friends back home. As if on queue, her phone began to vibrate with a call. She quickly hit the talk button. "That was super creepy."

"Says the person texting me saying they were dreaming about me." There was a soft laugh before she turned serious. "Was it the same dream?"

Nicole took a shuddered breath. "Yeah." She didn't need to say anything else. That was something she missed about being home. She didn't have to answer questions. No one stepped on eggshells around her because they knew where not to step. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I fucking miss your dumb face, Rosie."

There was a soft sigh that came over the phone. "That's pretty gay, Red." There was a brief pause and what sounded like a sniffle. "But… I miss you too. It's so quiet around here and I keep bringing too much booze to parties."

Nicole snorted. "No such thing."

"Yeah for alcoholics." There was another brief pause before Rosita cleared her throat. "So, you gonna tell me about your new roomies."

"Well," Nicole watched as Waverly was tossed into the air easily. "Right now I'm watching one at cheerleading practice."

"Ooo. A cheerleader? I love cheerleaders. Is she hot? Can you describe the uniform to me? Well fuck actually send me a picture."

"You're a fucking pervert." Nicole could feel the day's worth of stress beginning to bleed away. "I mean… I guess she's cute, in the way too chipper kind of way." She shrugged as if Rosita could see her. "Maybe more your type - cute, straight, and ready to break your heart. " She didn't want to go into her own type really, because that meant thinking about Shae, and thinking about how right now they'd probably be hanging out in her room back home.

"Well then definitely send me a pic later. What about the other one?"

Nicole chuckled. "Wynonna? Definitely rough around the edges. Maybe a complete opposite of Waverly. Definitely some damage there." Blowing out a long breath, Nicole stretched her back a little. "It's so fucking cold here."

Now Rosita laughed. "It's a nice 87 degrees here. A nice swell came in Sunday morning."

"Fuck off." Nicole laughed.

"I think I might have gotten a sunburn," Rosita continued.

"You don't fucking burn," Nicole snorted.

"Whoa… language Haught."

Nicole jumped as Wynonna plopped down beside her. "God Dammit, Wynonna!"

"Oooh is that her. She sounds hot. Let me talk to her. "

"Shut up, Rosie," Nicole huffed. "I'll talk to you later." She didn't wait for a response, just hung up. She knew Rosita wouldn't mind. She was the closest thing to a sister Nicole had.

"You don't have to hang up for me,." Wynonna commented as she leaned back on the bleacher behind them, her eyes on the cheerleaders. "You spying on my sister?"

Nicole rolled her eyes. "She's the one driving us home," she answered matter-of-factly.

"And how was your first day of school?"

Nicole snorted. "New place, same shit." She toyed with the edge of her phone before slipping it into her pocket. "What are you doing here, anyway? You don't even go here anymore."

"Maybe I just came to watch my baby sister?" Wynonna's gaze wasn't on Waverly tho. Instead she was eyeing up the girl that looked like she was consulting with the cheerleading coach.

Nicole had watched the older girl as she began to help with the choreography. "Who's the girl?"

"What girl?" Wynonna pulled a flask out of her pocket and took a quick pull from it, not even caring that they were in a school gym.

"Tall, dark, and smokin'...if you're into the goth scene of course." Nicole leaned back against the bleacher as well. She was glad for the interruption and distraction. As much as she loved hearing from and talking to her best friend, it was the bridge that took her back to Shae and to the place she was before. "Ex girlfriend?"

"What?" Wynonna scoffed. "God no. Her and her perfect skin and amazing dancing skills…" She cleared her throat. "She's the ex of someone I…" She waggered her hand in the air, "am friends with?"

"Friends?" Nicole gave her a wry look.

"Look… some friends you go shoplifting with, and some friends you…," she took another sip from her flask, "get naked and bump pelvises with."

Nicole cringed. "Ew. Straight people," she said under her breath as she shook her head.

"Hey now…" Wynonna glared at her. "Watch who you're calling straight," she scoffed, standing up to stretch her back out. "Waverly's probably the straightest one in the house."

Looking over at the youngest Earp, Nicole pursed her lips.

"I need a ride back to the homestead, but I can't take this high school shit anymore. I'm gonna go pass out in Waverly's jeep," Wynonna huffed.

Watching her slip away, Nicole just shook her head before looking out towards the cheerleaders. She'd thought she felt something not-so-straight coming from Waverly over the weekend, and definitely during lunch, but maybe she'd been wrong. After all, her spidey senses weren't really in top shape these days.

Wynonna hummed softly to herself as she looked through the carton of records. All through dinner she kept thinking too much about the argument she'd had earlier that day with Henry. Their on again off again thing was starting to piss her off and while she knew it was mostly her fault, she really wanted to punch him in the face.

"She was really pretty." Waverly was sitting on the floor of the basement, staring at her cell phone.

Wynonna looked up from the stack. "Who?"

Waverly pursed her lips, her face illuminated by the light of her phone screen. "Nicole's girlfriend. The one that…" She let her voice trail off. "I guess her name was Shae."

Wynonna lost all interest in the records, scooting next to Waverly on the basement floor. "Are we stalking Nicole? I'm not against it but normally you are."

"I'm not stalking her!"

Wynonna looked at Waverly through the corner of her eye, trying not to laugh. "Ok, Baby Girl." She focused on the phone instead, seeing the girl with darker skin in a variety of photos wrapped around... "Damn. That's Nicole? She looks completely different."

Waverly nodded. "Totally. I mean… she looks the same, just… happy."

"Well I guess she's got a type."

Waverly sighed, scrolling down the photo feed. "What do you mean?"

"Well…" Wynonna shrugged. "Just something she said earlier today, about Kate."

"Henry's ex?" Waverly's brow furrowed. "Like you think she likes her?"

"She said she was hot, in that angsty goth way."

"Oh I bet that went over well." Waverly laughed, but it sounded a little empty. "I mean, she is kind of gorgeous…"

Wynonna rolled her eyes. "Whatever…" She looked at the screen as Waverly seemed to have stopped on one photo.

This wasn't the Nicole that lived with them. Gone were the sunken cheeks and dark circles. In it, Nicole was in a bikini top and shorts, her wet auburn hair that was much longer was half draping in her face as she had a smile on her face that reflected... genuine happiness.

"Nicole looks… really happy here."

"They probably just had sex," Wynonna joked crudely. The look Waverly gave her could no doubt kill someone at 20 paces and Wynonna physically leaned away. "Or they're just happy..."

Waverly looked back at the phone, a troubled look on her face.

Wynonna had to raise an eyebrow as she tilted her head, a suspicious look taking over. "Why are you so interested in Nicole's girlfriend, anyway?" The conversation she'd had with Nicole was still fresh in her mind.

"What?" Waverly looked up quickly, her eyes filled with guilt. But what was the look for, Wynonna had to wonder. Guilt for prying. Guilt for something secret? Something she wasn't able to admit? "I'm not," Waverly responded with indignance as she huffed, moving to close the app and freezing suddenly. "Oh my god." Waverly looked down at her phone in horror.

"What?" Wynonna looked over to see a bright red heart under the photo. She barked out an obnoxious laugh. She wanted to say she'd never done the same, but she'd stalked enough social media in her life. "Nothing like getting notifications for photos that are a year old."

Guilt turned to horror on Waverly's face. "She's going to know I was going through her photos." Out of panic, Waverly quickly unliked the photo, as if she could take back the last 30 seconds.

"What? No! She'll still get the notification. She's going to know you were trying to stalk her secretly now…"

"Shit!" Waverly quickly liked it again.

Wynonna rolled her eyes, snatching the phone away from Waverly. Her sister was such a flustered mess at the moment. "You… are the worst at cyber stalking." With an upwards flick, she closed out the app. "Well, maybe she doesn't have notifications turned on, you never know," she commented as she tossed Waverly the phone.

Waverly looked nervously at the stairs as if expecting Nicole to come running down the stairs to yell at her.

"Waverly's probably the straightest one in the house." Wynonna's own voice echoed through her mind as she watched her sister fidgeting nervously, eyes darting from her phone to the stairs and back to her phone. Wynonna hummed to herself as she returned her attention to the records, filing the information away for later.