#but this time he was like 'no u take the weekend'

[harrywavycurly]

Hey I loved the bachelorette party in Malibu for Lonley series but can u do one where Harry has a bachelor party and yn stuck at home please I’m obbsed 😂💕

Hiii lovey!!! I’m glad you enjoy the series!!! I hope you like this, it was fun to write because the difference in how the two of them handle time away from each other is very funny😂💖

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CW: Language and mentions of drinking

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A/N: Harry is away for his bachelor party weekend while you’re at home and you get a surprise visitor, enjoy drunk Harry as well as some classic bestie banter✨

You let out a sigh of content as you get comfortable on the couch before bringing your coffee mug up to your lips so you can take a sip, the house is quiet minus the gentle humming sound of the ice maker in the kitchen and the air conditioning that kicks on every now and then and you can’t help but sit there and enjoy the peacefulness of the quiet, at least while you can. You look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen and know that Harry should be landing in Vegas soon, Gemma having booked a morning flight so she could get in a few hours at the spa and a well timed nap before the nighttime festivities begin, most of which you have no idea about minus one little detail but that’s only because she drunkenly let it slip during your bachelorette trip a month ago.

You smile at the thought of Harry being surprised with a spa day, something you know he enjoys and will help him relax and the more relaxed he gets the more fun he will have as the evening goes on. That’s the thing with this weekend, you truly want Harry to have fun because he’s been spending way too much time fussing over you and the upcoming wedding recently that a night out without anything or anyone to worry about is what he deserves. And even though you had to practically drag him down the front steps to the car that was taking him to the airport this morning because he was “gonna miss you too much” and almost bought you a ticket on the spot to join him in Vegas, you know he’s going to end up having a good time.

You take another sip of your coffee when suddenly you hear a light beeping sound signaling to you that your front gate has been opened. You raise an eyebrow as you quickly lean over and place your mug on the coffee table before standing up and heading towards the kitchen so you can look at the fancy little tablet that shows all the security cameras, something Harry made sure to show you how to use before he left since this is technically your first time alone overnight in the house since moving in together. You mentally prepare yourself to see the same black SUV you watched him leave in this morning pulling into the driveway, but when you look at the screen you scrunch your brows together and bring the tablet closer to your face to get a better look at the car.

“What the-”

“Your fuckin’ gate hates me.” You look up from the tablet in your hands as Niall walks through your front door with a duffle bag. “I type in the code it gets all mad and beeps at me so then I type it in again and then it flashes red at me. So then I do it a third-why the bloody hell you got that thing so close to your face? You going blind or somethin?” He stops in the doorway of the kitchen with a slight look of concern on his face as his eyes land on you standing in the middle of the kitchen still holding the tablet a few inches from your face trying to see if that really is Niall’s car in your driveway or not.

“What are you doing here?” You watch him roll his eyes as he walks through the kitchen and into the living room where he drops his duffle bag down behind the couch.

“I live here.” Is all he says as he heads back into the kitchen and grabs himself a mug before going to the coffee pot. You just place the tablet back down onto the counter as you watch Niall make his way around the kitchen while making his coffee.

“Does my fiancé know that?” You ask with a hint of playfulness because you know Harry would have a field day if he heard Niall tell you he lived here, having reached a whole new level of jealousy ever since the two of you got engaged when it comes to your friendship with Niall.

“Oh what that lanky lad doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides it’s just for the weekend because I know he’s gone and you’ve never been alone here before so figured you could use the company.” You know he’s leaving something out as he gives his coffee a good stir before taking a sip of it all while looking everywhere but at you in the process.

“You didn’t get invited did you?” Niall’s face drops as he places his mug on the counter and lets out a sad dramatic sigh making you have to hold back a laugh.

“No.” He says with a groan. “Gem said she didn’t wanna risk Harry not having as good of a time with me there because he might be worried I’d run off and tell you everything but we both know that’s a load of bull because the man is gonna end up drunk off his ass by ten tonight and callin you up and telling on his own fucking self.” You put a hand over your mouth to try to hide your laughter but it’s no use because Niall just rolls his eyes as he grabs his mug and heads towards the living room.

“So you decided coming over here for the weekend was the best alternative?” You question as you follow him into the living room. He just shrugs as he sits down on the couch, placing an arm on the back of it so you can sit next to him and lean into his side for a little cuddle that you know he needs more than you do in this very moment.

“I figured no use in both of us being home alone when we could just be in your house together eating all Harry’s snacks and watching trashy telly.” You smile and you rest your head on Niall’s shoulder as he brings his mug up to his lips. “This coffee is gonna keep me awake for a week you absolute caffeine fiend.” He teases before taking another sip. “Tastes good though.” He mumbles as you reach for the remote so you can turn the tv on allowing the two of you to start your day of watching horrible reality television.

“If she picks him then it proves she’s just after his money because it’s clear she doesn’t even like him she just tolerates him.” You huff as you cross your arms over your chest in annoyance making Niall let out a laugh from the kitchen.

The two of you have spent the day and a good portion of the evening watching some dating show and only have one episode left so Niall decided it was only fitting he make some cocktails to go with watching the finale and honestly having put up with the dramatics of the show and watching the main woman send home people the two of you thought were decent catches has made him need a drink or two. He is in the middle of squeezing a lime into your glass when he hears the sound of something vibrating against the marble of your kitchen counter, he raises an eyebrow when he notices your phone sitting there plugged into a charger near the coffee maker. Now Niall has been your bestfriend for quite a while, so he’s no stranger to checking your phone for you so he doesn’t think twice before he’s drying his hands off and walking over to see who’s messaging you but what he sees on your lock screen makes his eyes go wide.

“You have forty six unread-sorry now it’s forty seven unread texts? What the hell? Oh fuck now it’s fifty.” You let out a sigh as your head falls to the back of the couch while Niall unplugs your phone from the charge and heads into the living room with it in his hand.

“I don’t want to respond because then he’ll keep texting me and I want him to have fun and not be thinking about me.” Niall would agree that in theory your plan would work on anyone else but this is Harry you’re talking about and he knows how obsessed the man is with you and clearly based on the evidence of the amount of texts he’s sent without a single response from you, your plan is in fact not working.

“Right well I think that’s sweet and all that you want him to have fun but looking at these-uh he seems a bit stressed? Like proper freaking out.” You sit up and turn to look at Niall as he begins to read some of the texts Harry has sent and when you watch him roll his eyes you know they are probably a bit on the dramatic side. “Oh he’s totally drunk off his ass and it’s not even half past eleven.” He states as he scrolls down towards the last few messages he sent you.

“What’s he stressed-”

“And now he’s FaceTiming you.” You stand up and walk around the couch and reach for your phone but Niall just gives you a playful smirk and you instantly know what he’s about to do.

“Niall do not answer that.” You warn as you hold your hand out for him to hand you the phone but Niall just ignores you as he heads back into the kitchen and holds the phone up before he answers Harry’s FaceTime call.

“Baby-what the fuck’er you doin in my house?” Harry’s voice is low and a bit rougher than normal and you immediately know he’s working his way towards a nice buzz. “Why do you have my wife’s phone?” Niall rolls his eyes as he places your phone against the sink so he can go back to fixing the two of you some drinks.

“She’s not your wife yet mate and I’m here because that sister of yours didn’t invite me to your little weekend away so I came here to keep my bestfriend company.” You run a hand over your face as you hear Harry let out a groan at Niall’s correction of him calling you his wife.

“You don’t like spa days so you’d’ve hated it so far.” Niall sends Harry a glare as he grabs the bottle of tequila making Harry raise an eyebrow at him when he watches him pour more than a shots worth into each glass. “You tryin’a get her drunk?” He asks as you stand on the other side of the island watching Niall make your drink and making sure Harry can’t see you, at least not yet.

“You’re in the city of sin and all you’ve done is have a bloody spa day? God you’re such an eighty year old nan.” You can’t help but laugh making Niall shoot you a playful wink but that only causes Harry to let out a whine like noise because he can hear you but can’t see you which makes Niall roll his eyes. “I can’t with the sad puppy noises you’ve got to take him.” Niall says as he picks up the phone with one hand and hands it to you but with the screen still facing him. You send him a glare before you stick your tongue out at him making him laugh before he returns the gesture.

“I don’t want to see your tongue Niall-”

“Hi Harry.” You watch Harry’s face go from disgust to pure happiness in a matter of seconds when you turn the phone around allowing him to finally see your face.

“Baby I’m so happy you’re alive.” You just ignore Niall’s laugh as you make your way back into the living room to get comfortable on the couch. “You ignored me all day and s’not nice to ignore someone you love.” His voice is a mixture of playfulness and a bit of sadness as he pokes his bottom lip out in a dramatic pout.

“I wanted you to worry about having fun not about what I’m doing.” You explain as you take a moment to try to get a decent look at him through the screen but the way he has his phone in his hand all you can see is his face and a bit of the collar of his shirt. “Where are you right now?” You ask when you notice red strobe lights in the background, Harry turns his head and looks around as if he’s looking for the name of the establishment on the walls or anywhere near where he’s currently at.

“Uhm m’not sure? S’a bit dark in here but the people are very lovely.” You smile at the blush that appears on his cheeks as his eyes wonder over to something that’s going on in front of him that you can’t see.

“That’s code for the girls are topless and the tits are nice.” Niall whispers in your ear as he leans over the back of the couch to hand you your drink, you just laugh but Harry even in his half drunken state heard Niall’s little joke and sends him a glare through the screen.

“He said people so I’m assuming it’s not just girls in this club.” You explain and Niall just shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Right so the guys are brief-less and the cocks are decent.” You nearly choke on the sip of your drink that’s in your mouth at Niall’s statement making him laugh as he reaches over and rubs your back a bit. “Jesus no wonder you two are getting married. Neither of you can handle your liquor.” He teases before he heads back into the kitchen to give you and Harry a few minutes alone.

“Harry why don’t you go and enjoy yourself? You can call me in the morning if you want?” You don’t want to sound rude but you know if you don’t get him off the phone soon then odds are you’ll be on FaceTime with him for the next few hours or until Gemma notices and takes things into her own hands.

“I took s’mthing of yours to help me get through the weekend without you.” Harry admits quietly as he looks around as if to make sure no one is looking before he reaches into his suit jacket pocket, you feel your whole face get hot when he shows you what he took of yours and you silently thank your lucky stars Niall decided to go back into the kitchen. “They’ve helped so far but still miss you.” He adds as he clutches the item in his hand while staring at you through the phone.

“You are such a freak.” Harry just shrugs one shoulder and gives you a sneaky little smirk as he begins to put the object pack into his pocket.

“Tell me those aren’t your knickers he’s shoving back into this pocket like some sort of sicko.”

“M’not a sicko for having a pair of my fiancé’s-”

“Do not finish that sentence Harry Styles you are in public.” You hear a scoff come from behind you while Harry also makes a similar sounding noise making you send Niall who’s now resting his forearms on the back of the couch next to where you’re sitting, a glare over your shoulder before looking back at your phone to give Harry the same look.

“Babe he’s surrounded by bouncing boobs and swinging pricks you think anyone’s gonna give a rats ass if he’s got some worn out knickers in his sleeve?” You scrunch your nose at Niall’s choice of words regarding your undergarments making Harry chuckle.

“How’d ya know they’re worn? You been in my nightstand you wonky kneed twat?”

“You have a panty stash in your nightstand you lanky fuck?”

“And if I do? S’none of your concern you hobbit sized asshole.”

“Ya know for a family all about treat people with kindness you Styles lot sure love to be mean as fuck to the Irish fella who’s job it is to make sure your beloved future bride makes it down the aisle.”

“The bloody hell s’that ‘posed to mean?” You let out a sigh as you just sit there and let the two of them argue as you normally do, knowing that eventually you’ll have to step in but for right now it hasn’t reached the level of any serious feelings getting hurt. Harry’s eyes are a light shade of red and his cheeks are pink letting you know his drinks are starting to catch up to him.

“It means that you overgrown toddler of a man best start being nicer to me or I might just have her accidentally get lost on the way to the venue or better yet just let her sleep in and be so late you’ll have to cancel the whole thing and reschedule it for next-”

“Okay that’s enough.” You snap when you see Harry’s eyes start to get watery as Niall’s threat starts to sink into Harry’s slightly alcohol clouded mind. “Niall go into the kitchen and make me a snack please.” He just lets out a huff but he does what you say because he can tell by your tone that you’re in no playing mood and besides he is starting to feel a bit hungry himself.

“I don’t want to reschedule.” You feel your heart sink a bit at how sad Harry’s voice is as he looks at you with a frown.

“We aren’t rescheduling anything Harry he’s just being mean that’s all.” You give him a reassuring smile that just makes him nod. “I love you and I want you to go and have fun okay? Do some weird stuff and tell me all about it when you get home or if you don’t want to-”

“M’gonna call you in the morning.” He corrects you and you just smile at his face because you know he’s trying his best to look serious but he’s failing due to the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile. “I love you so so-so fucking much even though you ignored me.” He half mumbles and you can’t help but giggle at how cute he is when he’s drunk and trying so hard to keep it together.

“I love you too.” He gives you a dimpled grin at your response. “Now go have fun or I won’t answer your call tomorrow.” You know it’s probably not nice to threaten him but you figure it’s a good way to get him to actually do what you want and by the way he rolls his eyes and lets out a huff you know it works.

“Fine I’ll go and find m’sister and have fun.” He says with a sigh while you smile and blow him a kiss before saying you love him one more time and ending the call.

“Has he always been so damn needy?” Niall asks as you walk into the kitchen with your drink in your hand. You just shrug as you take a sip while you take a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island so you can watch Niall cook, he decided a proper meal was what the two of you needed not just a lousy snack since there’s still a dating show finale to watch.

“I don’t know but I also don’t mind.” You answer with a smile making Niall quirk a brow at you as he stirs in the cheese sauce for the Mac and cheese. “I’m happy to be the one he needs.” And it’s the truth because while Harry might be overly clingy and a tad bit more needy than he normally was when the two of you were just friends, you love being the one he wants to cling to and feels the urge to be needy with because it shows the shift that’s taken place and how in love with you he actually is.

[angelicsjn]

What things could break them mentally? What are they like in that state?

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: I really like this because some characters were easy to right, some really weren't, tbh.

A B O U T: You push them too far.

W A R N I N G S: Yandere men having a meltdown, toxicity.

— ROMAN BEAUREGARD.

Roman is an extremely tough cookie.

I mean, he's used to competing under high stress levels, in daily life he's a very calm and collected person.

He rarely, if ever, loses his cool.

That once chance he does slip the mask that he fought so hard to forge and keep on. It's not pretty...

Honestly, I believe it would need to be due to a mixture of things, specifically job related.

Roman is ... hard to speak in these terms because he simply doesn't react much to anything, he's so in control of himself and his anger, he's seen as some kind of icy person, nothing phases nor bothers him.

But that doesn't mean you can get away with fucking him up or over...

Let's say his weekend isn't the best. He's so close to winning the WDC and everything has gone wrong, his rival this season is doing better and better while he seems to be stuck in some kind of loop of not doing worse, but definitely not better. Roman always needs to do better, to be on top, and that is slipping from his grasp.

He storms off as soon as he jumps out of the car, not even bothered to take off his helmet as he makes his way out of the garage and away from the cameras. Of course, you're worried because.. well... he's never like this? So you follow him.

As you try to calm him down, he completely snaps. His grey eyes are usually calm, a bit stormy, but calm — and sometimes glittered with love, but not now. They're angry, almost black as he turns your way, his mouth pointing as he spits, "get the fuck out of my face, I'm sick of you always following me around like a fucking idiot." Roman never talks down on you. Never. He's always respectful, always calm. He never raises his voice.

His words hurt you, but you weren't going to leave him alone. He's just angry. It's fine. He's human. But his words keep spewing like hot venom. "Are you fucking stupid? I don't want you here. I don't want to see you. I'm sick of you always fucking clinging onto me. Dragging me down. Fuck off."

He doesn't stop until you cry and walk off. The worst part is that he doesn't even bother to follow you. He doesn't care. He's so angry he couldn't even see properly, and hours will pass by, and there is no sign of him anywhere.

Roman is the type to need space while angry, though it's extremely rare of him to get like this — stay out of his way.

He would never lay a hand on you, but he will make you feel like the biggest piece of shit on earth, and for hours after, he won't even care to find you because he needs time to really put himself together.

Afterwards, he will crash and either to do two things, ask to sort it out later and sleep together where he will hold you so tightly you feel like your bones will snap.

Or he will find you and crumble, this is the rarest act of his, but he will cry until he can't breathe because he hurt the one he loves the most and he feels like a failure as a driver and as a boyfriend.

— LATEN REED.

Unlike Roman, it is easier to get Laten into a nasty state. He feels. Everything. When he's in love, because once he feels something, he feels everything.

Laten isn't the type to scream in your face or walk off for hours and act as if you don't exist.

No, he's the exact opposite.

He's upset. So fucking upset.

He doesn't understand why you can't just accept him? Why do you fight it back so much to accept you even find him attractive. After trying for so long to show the real him, to show that the rumours aren't true, that he is a good person, that he genuinely wants you, he breaks.

In private, you're a different person, but as soon as you're in public or around others, he suddenly doesn't even exist to you. He ignores it at first. He takes it for what it is. He knows what people think of him. Laten knew that he would be an idiot to think you'd willingly suddenly show up with him hand in hand after so long of avoiding him and his group of friends. But after some time, it starts to get old and almost offensive.

He corners you in a room in the frat. He looks upset, but his cheeks are slightly flushed from the drinks, "why are you ashamed of me?" You didn't expect those words. Maybe an argument, maybe something slightly mean, you're always waiting for him to 'show his true colours', but instead, he looks sad. You avoid the question, brush it off, and tell him to drink some water, but he shakes his head.

"You treat me like I'm nothing. Like we are nothing." And his voice is breaking, and God, he looks so sad. You can't even try to make him feel better because he's not exactly lying. You had been avoiding him all night even though it was him that invited you and your friends.

"It's not fair. It's not fucking fair, y/n." His back is pressed against the wall as he runs a hand through his hair, his lip trembles as he looks away from you for a moment. "I've tried so hard for you to want me to see the real me, and nothing is ever enough." Then words start falling from his lips between sobs. Yes, he is slightly intoxicated but these are the words he's been wanting to say for far too long now.

"I just want you to want me. To accept me."

The best thing to do when he breaks down is hold him and preferably change your actions.

Laten is a bubbly and optimistic person, but he also cares about what people think about him. And you're the person he values most. Of course, it hurts to see you shut down on him.

Laten may easily throw punches at people and show a nasty flair of anger when necessary, but his worst emotion to let loose is his sadness because he feels it in every part of his body, to the point where you feel that pain, too.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Jae is ... fiery and ready to pounce at all times.

You're used to him firing away, ready to argue, to throw plates and shout until the street hears, but once he loses it, he's almost like he switches completely.

Out of all the yanderes, I'd say that he's the most scariest because he suddenly becomes unpredictable, while the whole time you've known him, you can guess his next move because he's so vocal about everything.

Jae's comeback is a success, two awards already, and he's already preparing for two photoshoots with international magazines. Everything is perfect, but you. You're acting up again, and he's over it.

"Go on then." He says, sitting still at the table. You look confused. What? He's calm, too calm. Is he pretending to be Niko? He isn't. He's done.

"Walk. Go." He waves his hand away, shooing you. You're even more confused. You're not allowed to do anything without his permission, and going outside is a big one. You threaten it enough to know how Jae feels about it. But right now? He doesn't care.

"You want to leave? Go." He isn't cussing. He doesn't even bother to show any expression. So you stand there, not knowing what to do. What happens if you leave. But what happens if you don't?

So you walk off hesitantly. He doesn't follow you. Doesn't even look your way. Everything is quiet, and it almost hurts your ears. You can go days, week, even without a single word from him because he's done with you and your bullshit and just as you're starting to find your feet again in a normal life, he rips it straight from you, but this time he's worse than ever.

Jae sort of becomes like Roman in a normal day life. Which doesn't seem like a big deal until you see the juxtaposition between Jae and Roman.

You're looking over your shoulder to see what he's going to do, you almost become paranoid and that's what he wants.

He wants you to pretty much fear for your life during these moments to make you realise how much scarier he is when he doesn't react.

— KAIDAN WOLFE.

Kaidan is a lot to handle anyway, but once he loses his shit? Dear god.

He changes, his moods are erratic, and he seems to be everywhere mentally.

It's also sort of creepy.

He would break down due to reality seeping in.

He stands there, utterly shocked. Your diary? On the floor, open, ripped up. His eyes are wild and mixed with elements of anger and betrayal. You were so perfect together? What the fuck?

"All this time. Everything is a lie?" He asks, accusingly so. His hands are wildly pointing at the diary, and you're stuck as he comes close. His nose is nearly brushing against yours. "You're a fucking liar." For once he's angry, he's shouting, he's loud. He's not the usual delusional self. He's not making up excuses. He sees the truth and he's fucking angry.

He doesn't blame himself and his ways. No. It's your fault. You're the one who used him. You're fucking evil for this?

But then, after a moment to think, he switches almost. His forehead against yours, and he breathes you in, "it's okay." He says softly. Leaning up, he smiles again, and his eyes are still angry, but there's something else in them. You can't put your finger on it, though.

"Maybe I should stop being so nice."

Kaidan is used to smiling for the camera, acting different depending on who he is with, and you know that his personality switches like the weather.

With you, he's usually consistent, but now? He's wild and confusing until time passes, and he returns to his usual self, but his mind flickers back to the diary and it starts all over again.

— HAYDEN WEST.

Hayden is kind, gentle, and often sensitive.

Realistically, I see him as someone who is easily chipped at.

He doesn't react like the others, but more closely to Laten's reactions.

He's just a bit more ... touchy.

One thing that Hayden hates the most is feeling unseen. Especially by you; he dealt with many of years of not being seen and once he has taste of feeling wanted, it would send him spiralling if you ever pulled away.

It would start off simple, "Are you losing interest?" He wouldn't blame you, think that you've met someone else, he'd genuinely think that you're bored of him, done with him and want something more. You deserve more. He knows that. Some nights it's all he thinks about.

His hand would rest on your shoulder as you sit next to him, his thumb gently rubbing over your skin, his fingers brushing against your collarbone and he'd watch you with careful eyes to see if you're attempting to pull away, if disgust makes its way into your gaze.

Hayden would send you more messages throughout the day and analyse your responses, read between the lines and slowly he would drive himself insane.

"Do you not like me anymore?" He finally asked, the tears threatened spill before you even registered what he just asked and that's because he's so scared for your answer.

He would continue to try his hardest afterwards.

Hayden would still be hesitant to believe you and would constantly watch you and your reactions to get a gauge on where you stand with him.

He needs time to come around to believe you, but that's simply because he overthinks.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

Joshua is a very poised man. He rarely gets affected by things, enough to break him mentally.

If he has an issue, he takes them to God and sorts them out with His guidance, so obviously God and his belief would play a massive role in this scenario.

I believe that it would have to do with something about you and either your beliefs or your way of life.

His fingers tap against the table as he thinks wordlessly. The third night in a row that you've gone out. This routine is tiring for him. He just wants to spend time with you.

He waits until you're back. He makes sure that you're safe. He helps you to bed. He does what he always does: he helps. But inside, he's bubbling like a witches cauldron.

— BLAKE CROSS.

Blake is a man of strong emotions, and he knows how to use them to his advantage.

It's that rare that his emotions get the better of him, though.

Sure, he acts out a lot. Shouts when he's even slightly annoyed, cries to gain sympathy when needed; but it's rare for him to genuinely lose his shit.

It would be over something stupid, really. Maybe you declined his gift of expensive jewellery? You said no to attending an event with him? A meal with his family, maybe?

He's seething, "why the fuck won't you make time for me? Huh?!" His hands fly wildly in the air. "Accept me! My life! Fuck!" He points around the room, showcasing his lavish lifestyle.

Even angry, he seems to brag.

"I do, Blake. I'm jus-" he cuts you off with a laugh, but it doesn't reach his eyes as he runs a hand through his dark hair.

"Bull-fucking-shit! Do you not see how I feel. How I-" he jabs his thumb into his chest. "Care for you? For us? And you give fucking nothing back. You treat me like some... like some fucking secret?!"

He seems deeply affected by it, that you're embarrassed of him. He's just some... stupid rich boy, mother's trophy, father's heir. Not him. Not Blake, the man that was madly in love with you to the point of insanity.

After that, you speak it through, and he pushes the narrative that you need to open up to him, that you're being mean. Unfair.

You attend every event, ignoring your own things. You go to dinners with his family. They're your family now. You wear the jewellery, sometimes you even match with him!

Everything is good, happy—perfect, even.

[alicewrotethis]

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The familiar sound of muffled beeping rang through the house and on any normal night you'd be banging on Tendou's door, shouting and begging for him to turn it off but tonight you found your mind elsewhere, too occupied with thoughts of yesterday to care for the sound emitting from your siblings' room.

Pushing the blankets off your warm, now cold, body you realized you hadn't gotten any sleep that night and you're sure it'd come back to haunt you later on. But how could you get any sleep at all when all you could think about was the way his hands felt on yours? And the way his olive eyes scanned your body, how gentle he was in the few moments he let his guard down. And the worst part was you didn't even show any signs of a minor concussion.

Walking to the bathroom you debated taking the day off from school to get back into your usual routine, and since it was Friday you'd have a three-day weekend to clear your head but you knew your parents would kill you if they found out you had skipped a day of school without a genuine reason other than you 'felt off'. You'd just have to power through the day exhausted and irritable.

Looking down at the sink you noticed Tendou's red toothbrush, the one you told yourself you'd replace hundreds of times. You felt guilt creeping up the back of your spine as you let your expression droop to a slight frown. Reaching into the cabinet below the sink you grabbed a thin box, an extra toothbrush you bought yourself a few weeks ago but never used.

Grabbing the old toothbrush out of his cup you placed the new one in, promptly throwing the old one in the bin. Now you were sure there was something wrong with you.

The walk to school was like any other and so was the walk to your class, passing by your friends on occasion and giving a little wave not wanting to participate in chatter and you're sure they understood.

Hooking your bag in the link you took your seat like you did every day, placed your things upon your desk like you did every day, and waited for the bell to chime like you did every day. Only it wasn't like you did every day, today your hands were shaking, today your heart felt like it'd beat out of your chest, and today you didn't even hear the friendly chime ring throughout the school.

You felt as though you'd throw up when you saw Ushijima out of the corner of your eye take his seat next to you.

Ushijima knew there was something off with the way your face was flushed red, and how you shifted uncomfortably when he sat next to you. Had he done something wrong? Was it when you bonked heads? He was used to you being mad at the world, and especially mad at him for reasons only you knew, but he wasn't used to this.

Before he could ask if you were okay the teacher walked up to the board, shushing the classroom as people shuffled to their correct seats, though his thoughts never left you.

As Ushijima opened his notebook he realized he had again forgotten his pen, maybe if he asked you once again he could figure out what was wrong with you.

"Do you have a pen?" Ushijima whispered, leaning over the gap to get closer to you.

His voice hit you like a train, almost spooking you as you quickly turned to your left now facing him barely inches away. Your eyes were as big as bugs as you swiftly nodded, shoving the pen in your hands practically into his face.

"Sorry," You spoke softly, giving an awkward smile. If you were paying closer attention you could've sworn you saw the slightest hint of a smile splay across Ushijima's lips.

The class had swiftly gone by and before you knew it the lunch bell was ringing and the shuffling of students began once more.

"Here's your pen back, thanks for letting me borrow it," Ushijima placed the pen next to your hand, your skin brushing against his.

A part of you was hoping he didn't return it, that you'd have an excuse to go see him again in the gym, that maybe you'd get to see him one last time before the weekend came but your silent prayers weren't heard nor answered.

You stared up at his standing figure, still seated, "Yeah, thanks," You muttered before he took his leave. You fiddled with the pen in your fingers, the ghost of his warmth still embedded in the plastic.

Before you could even think about it you abruptly stood up and made a B-line to the gymnasium, you weren't sure what you were doing, it was like your legs were thinking for you and before you could fully process what you were doing you were faced in front of the gyms entry net. The sounds of sneakers could be heard from where you were standing.

What would you even say to him? Would you just stand there watching like a weird stalker?

Your thoughts were quickly cut short.

"What are you doing standing there?" A voice spoke from behind you, a voice you instantly put a face to, the same face that's been plaguing your thoughts.

It didn't take you long to come up with a quick excuse, "Tendou forgot his lunch I was just bringing it!" You blurted out, putting your hands up defensively. Only to realize you didn't have anything in your hands, which Ushijima noticed as well.

His eyebrow raised as his eyes flickered between both of your empty palms.

"Tendou already had lunch," He spoke, "Are you alright?"

His question caught you by surprise, you for sure thought you tricked him with your behavior.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" You replied, putting on the most convincing face you could in the moment, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

"You've been acting off lately,"

"Like how?" You laughed nervously.

"Every time I see you your face is red, are you sick?" The back of his hand gently made its way to your forehead, feeling the warmth.

His dorsal side was a cold contrast to the warmth rapidly developing your body at his touch, which didn't fail to send a shiver down your spine.

"Im fine, really," You say, placing your hands around his wrists and bringing it away from your forehead.

Ushijima felt his heart skip a beat at your touch, the way your hands couldn't even fit around his wrists, how your eyelashes fluttered, and how you had to crane your neck to look up at him. Even in your flustered state he still thought you were absolutely stunning. Maybe he was the one coming down with a fever, how could he be thinking this about his best friend's sister?

A minute had passed with neither of you attempting to move, to entranced in each other's presence to realize the amount of time that's passed.

"What're you guys doing out here?" Tendou appeared from behind the net guarding the entrance to the gym.

You were the first to remove your hands from his wrists, Ushijima missing the touch instantaneously.

"I was, uh, just gonna tell you it's your turn to wash dishes," You speedily said, not giving Ushijima any time to speak.

Ushijima simply nodded as Tendou looked between the two of you. You couldn't tell if he believed the story or not, but not even you knew what you were just doing with him, and you were sure Ushijima couldn't come up with a better excuse.

"So not fair," He pouted," Ushijima coach told me to tell you to hurry up before you miss out on drills," Tendou said before retreating back into the noisy confines of the gym.

You let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding, it's not like this was a big deal, nothing had even happened between you two besides a simple hand-holding, and it wasn't even his hand for crying out loud it was his wrist.

"I want to see you," Ushijima said bluntly, though it may not have looked it, he was fighting impossible demons inside his head. He knew he shouldn't want to see you outside of school, he knew it was wrong to go behind his friend's back, but something about you drew him in all the right ways. He wanted to figure you out.

A confused look struck your face, "I'm right in front of you,"

Ushijima let out a small smile of amusement, and in that moment you swore you could've melted. He had never looked more pretty.

"I want to see you outside of school,"

You didn't know how to reply, so instead you stood there, repeating what he said over and over in your head. He wanted to see you? Why would he want to do that? To torture you even more? Though he didn't exactly know he was torturing you he was still guilty of doing it unaware or not.

Ushijima took your silence as an answer that he had overstepped invisible boundaries that he was unaware of, maybe this was his sign to take a step back and rethink how he truly felt and how he should approach the situation from a different angle, or to just simply not approach the situation at all. To leave you alone and let you return to your usually angry form.

"I apologize if I-"

"I'd love to see you outside of school!" You blurted out before he could get any more words in, you may have blurted it a little too loud as students peered out the open windows of the classrooms near the gym.

"Sorry…" You laughed awkwardly as you brought a hand up to the back of your neck.

Ushijimas smile never left his lips as he stared intently at you. He wasn't sure where this go if it would go anywhere at all and he wasn't sure how it'd affect his friendship with your brother but at that moment he couldn't care because he had the most beautiful girl in the world staring back up at him.

Maybe glitter gel pens weren't that bad after all, and maybe it was a normal day.

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[blitzsicedcoffee]

Sneak peek of my other new Fic, Apology Tour Time Loop 👀

Blitz slams on the light switch with his fist and sighs, walking over and slumping onto the couch with the tablecloth from the party falling onto the floor. Instead he grabs his softest horse blanket and bundles up in it, curled up as his tail grabs the remote. 

He turns on the TV and flips through the channels. His eyes dry from the tears he shed on the way home. He blinks, trying to create more to soothe his eyes. Tonight went horribly. He shouldn't have talked to him while he was drunk. And now-was there ever a chance again? 

He fucks everything up so often, he wishes he got do-overs. As many as it takes. Satan knows he needs them. He dissociates from the reality show he turned on and hovers his thumbs over the text message box for 'Stols'. He sighs and puts it down. Then winces and picks it up, looking anxiously at the memes he sent. Stupid, stupid.

He types, "I hop we cun talk 4 reel soon. Sory 4 tha way I am". Send. He puts the phone face down and drifts to sleep to loud laugh tracks on the screen. 

Waking up to the bright red sun shining in his eyes, he groans and blinks, eyes finally getting some reprieve. He grabs his phone from the ground and looks at the time, it's 7am. Sighing again, he swipes to the messages of 'Stols' but-his message from last night isn't there.

Did he dream that he wrote it? Did he forgot to send it? He looks in his clipboard and it isn't there either. Frustrated, he sits up and starts scrolling through the news. Just then Loona comes out of her room, still applying the rest of her makeup on her way to the bathroom. 

"You're up early for a weekend", Blitz says, looking back at her. She squints her eyes. 

"Weekend? Blitz, it's Friday", she says, walking into the bathroom and closing the door. Blitz blinks for a second. She has to be wrong, right? Friday was yesterday. The apology tour, the party. All of it happened yesterday. 

Sure enough, he looks at his phone and it's still Friday. But that's impossible?! He struggles to put on his shoes and gloves, and still has his previous (or today's?) clothes on. Running out the door before Loona is even out of the bathroom. 

"Blitz?" She asks, then just shrugs. 

He steps on the petal hard, driving fast over to the palace. The sun is out just like Friday. The air is the same temperature as Friday. He jumps over the wall and (doesn't) fall in the plants, running up to Stolas who's in his chair, reading. Just like Friday. 

Blitz just stands there a moment, fiddling with his hands. Stolas slowly lowers his book. Then sighs. 

"Blitz. What is it you want?" Blitz just looks at him wide eyed and blinks. He stutters, "U-uh", trying to remember what he said, "I want to earn my way to earth so uh, get your tight feathered ass out of that lawn chair and into the bedroom so I can fuck it?" He asks it like a question and Stolas chuckles a little. 

"Wow, I'm sure a statement such as that would have had me swooning by now", he gets up and walks toward the veranda. Blitz circles his fingers, "That uh, was a pretty bad way to say it but uh-" 

Stolas, "Blitz, why are you here? Is everything alright?", He crosses his arms. 

Blitz lets out a breath. "Not really. I'm really confused". Stolas makes a curt laugh, "that makes both of us". 

[rinnysmuses]

"...."

She wasn't working this weekend and didn't know what to do...

[curioscurio]

Goes to bed feeling significantly better because my sinus infection is improving vs waking up remembering that I'm not actually fully recovered + the ear infection is beginning + no meds yet + return of the sore throat

[theloveinc]

Was thinking about it a bit more and I realized… if it were to happen, I don’t think you and Kirishima actually get divorced, I think you’d just… “separate” for a while.

Probably at his insistence, too. Not that anything is wrong, really… but having a kid as a hero is super difficult, and I think Kiri probably gets caught up in the loop of not feeling like you guys are lovers anymore, just parents, and every other hero without a partner is doing so much better than him. On the charts, emotionally, etc... so he suggests taking a break in thinking that not being worried about you would make it easier to prioritize what he really thinks matters (your son and his career)…

Not realizing that things’ll go even more to shit after he sees you without your ring on when you drop off son for his first-ever custody weekend.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Absolutely adore your little comic with Pepperman. He's one of my favorite characters and I feel like people always characterize him as some intentionally hateful person. He just lacks a filter and comes across as annoying! He's so special to me as someone who struggles from the same unfiltered habit.

Fun fact: Mcpig mentioned a while back that the only reason Pepperman and Peppino aren't friends post-game is because Pepperman struggles to enter the pizzeria due to his massive size. Poor guy :')

This is 🥺💖 I think it is a very fitting personality trait. Its that thing about weaknesses in a character being seen as a strength and vice versa (when ur making ur own characters and getting stuck on fleshing them out). Like he is clearly shown as someone who is self absorbed; obsessed with his own appearance, and can easily be dispatched when seeing even a glimpse of his own visage.

But like on the flipside, that can be seen as a positive by deciding its Not him being obsessed with himself, but rather, him being obsessed w beautiful and wondrous things. Things that get his heart racing and make his artistic drive flare. Shamelessly in love with his own beauty is ALSO him being shamelessly in love with anything that is beautiful. No filter! He just says what he says! And like I do think he would be a bit of an ass and a bully bc I think of him and the noise as spoiledt brats who are just used to getting their way. But i like the idea of Pepperman knowing when hes met his match. Since he cant fight and pay his way to get Peppino to do what he wants, he will try more unorthodox methods. Like. Beg. He is just lucky Peppino is completely disarmed when being praised, bc otherwise baring his wants and still being rejected would probably obliterate his ego 😭

[void-kill]

bro im soo fucking glad that my friend told this dude who's an entire year or two older than me to fuck off from my direction forever

[dreamersneverlose]

For the first time in a long time, I haven’t the faintest idea what life is going to look like 1, 2, 6 months from now. How terrifyingly beautiful this will be.

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[megumiifushiiguro]

also no hunger games for me :( i wont watch it in theaters

[kimjiwoong]

alexis just texted me and was like hey I know we see each other tomorrow but I've been overthinking this do u wanna have dinner tomorrow and I was like oh hi.. fkfjfjfdj

[phagodyke]

oh wow just saw flatmate messaged saying another friend passed smth on like oh okay. I didn't realise he went too u didn't say. in fact none of u said anything to me so that's great

[htonl-writes]

proud to announce that i finally rewatched s2e5, which was the only barrier between me and the next chapter of grogu and the beroya >:3c

[miniyrds]

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