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[sleep-i-ness]

Wrong Door (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommate wakes you up in the middle of the night because she can’t get into the flat. Or so you think. (Muggle AU) FOR MY 500 WRITING CHALLENGE

A/N: do not follow what reader does in this in real life. IF SOMEBODY PASSES OUT DRUNK AND DOESN’T WAKE UP, CALL AN AMBULANCE (usa people i don’t know what you do. call an uber to the hospital?)

WARNINGS: Alcohol, really shitty first aid, swearing

BANG! Y/N bolted upright. Fuck, were they being burgled? She checked her watch, groaning at the time. It was 3 in the bloody morning and she had an 8am class. She swore lightly under her breath; she’d clearly fallen asleep while studying on the sofa, a textbook on her lap and an empty bottle of wine in her hand.

She wasn’t one for going out in middle of the week, unlike her roommate Marlene, so being woken up in the early hours of the morning was a common occurrence. Usually Marlene would just stumble back into the apartment, tripping over everything lying in her way. Tonight, she had clearly decided to break the fucking door down.

Y/N heard a key fiddling at the door, and she sighed. That was when the pounding on the door started. Time for her to go help Marlene out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she grumbled, extracting herself from the cocoon of sheets and cushions.

The banging didn’t lessen, and Y/N groaned as black patches clouded her vision momentarily. Mentally reminding herself to grab some water on the way back from the door, she trudged over to the hallway, propping herself against the wall for two seconds as she swayed slightly. Her fingers clasped around the latch and she pulled it, swinging the door open.

“You’re not Marlene.”

“You’re not James. Did he bring you over or something?” The brunette stranger rambled, pushing past her as he stumbled into the apartment. Y/N was too taken aback to protest at first, watching the man walk in as if he owned the place. “You can close the door, y’know. I didn’t bring back a girl this time because James said he’d literally kill me if I kept him up again. What a hypocrite.”

The man reached out to hang his jacket on an empty patch of wall, staring at it blankly when it fell onto the floor. He tried again, feeling for a hook that didn’t exist and Y/N watched him confusedly from where she stood by the still-open door.

“What on earth are you doing in my flat?” She found her voice at last; his audacity was astounding!

“Your flat? Love, just because James brought you over once doesn’t mean you can start claiming our stuff,” he seemed almost affronted, slurring his words as he let his jacket be on the floor. 

“No, this is my flat that I share with my roommate Marlene. Who the fuck is James? And, more importantly, who the fuck are you?” Y/N had to admit, she was getting a little riled at this point. This drunk man had just waltzed in and begun claiming the place as if she didn’t exist.

The man opened his mouth to protest before taking a good long look at the coral walls and pictures that hung all over them. He closed his mouth, paused, and turned to look at the hall table with their tatty fringed lampshade and geometric-print table runner. Y/N could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he stared bemusedly at the room.

“Fuck. This isn’t my flat. Where am I?” He seemed honestly and completely confounded, scrunching his face up.

“You’re near Kensington, we’re a few roads back from the high street and the market. This flat block is number 48-53?” Y/N gesticulated as she tried to explain where exactly her apartment lay.

She was too busy explaining to notice the queasy expression spreading across the man’s face. He shoved back past her to stick his head out her door and promptly throw up all over her front step. Disgusting. And she was going to have to clean it up! He swayed back and forth, before collapsing backwards, narrowly avoiding falling feet-first into a pile of his own vomit. Y/N contemplated just leaving him there and shutting the door on him. But she knew deep down she’d sorely regret it if any harm came to him because she refused to help him. It wasn’t the dodgiest of areas, but the nights were bitterly cold.

“Hey,” she tapped him on his shoulders, calling upon her memories of first aid and how to deal with a drunk person. He didn’t stir, even as her taps got harder and she decided to take her chances and slapped him straight across the face. She gasped as a red handprint bloomed on his cheek, yet he still didn’t wake up. Hand still stinging, Y/N grabbed his arms, heaving as she attempted to pull him inside. Managing to pull him into the living room, she gently rolled him into the recovery position, ensuring that he was still breathing and that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. A dead man in her living room would be difficult to explain to her flatmate.

Y/N trudged to the kitchen, dragging her feet along as she pinched her eyelids to try and keep herself awake. She just needed to grab a glass of water to help with tomorrow’s inevitable hangover and a blanket for the drunkard. Somehow, she managed to complete the task, leaving her standing over the man now covered in her biggest blanket. She knew that she should go back to her room, but it just seemed so far, her legs protesting at the thought of moving an inch. Besides, the blanket was big enough to cover the two of them without having to even touch each other, right?

Sliding under the furthest corner, she quickly curled into a ball, eyes drifting shut before her head even touched the carpet.

:.

Waking in the morning, Y/N nuzzled further into the broad arms wrapped around her, sighing as she breathed in the stale scent of cologne and whisky. Her head pounding as she tried to recall the events of the night before that had led to her in a man’s arms. She startled, bolting upright as she remembered the drunkard who had stumbled through her door. And now she was in his arms. Fuck.

Seeing the man afresh with sober eyes, Y/N stopped to appreciate that he was actually really fucking attractive. It didn’t excuse him trying to break into her flat, but it helped, now knowing she’d cuddled him all night. God, that was embarrassing. How was she ever supposed to explain to the guy on the floor or Marlene what had happened. Slipping out from under the blanket, she tiptoed into the kitchen and slumped against the counter.

Coffee, she needed coffee. Then she could think about what had happened and how to sort out the man passed out in the living room.

Y/N filled the kettle up and spooned out the coffee granules into the cafetiere, frowning when her hand came into contact with air rather than her favourite mug. Fuck. It was still dirty from last night, probably abandoned on the table with her textbooks.

Meanwhile, Sirius groaned as he twisted under his covers. God, his head was aching, and his back was incredibly sore. Remus was going to kill him if he’d pulled a muscle; he was meant to be helping him move on the weekend. His mattress was uncomfortably lumpy; he knew he needed to get a new one, but he’d been putting it off. The bobbly fabric scratched his skin as he stretched out, flexing his fingers.

Hang on. Bobbly fabric?

Sirius cracked an eye open, flinching at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming in, his heart rate picked up. This was not his apartment. He was pretty sure they didn’t have such awful, tasselled cushions or green lace curtains.

Did he-? He glanced down, releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was still fully dressed. Okay, so not that drunk. So how the hell did he end up here?

“Here.” A girl stood in the doorway, an unimpressed expression on her face as she offered him a steaming mug of black coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, but I have milk and sugar if you need.”

Sirius nodded, still trying to process how he’d got here. She stared at him, waiting for something. He quickly backtracked the conversation in his head. “Oh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He sipped at the scalding liquid, face contorting into an expression of pain as it scorched his tongue. His eyes trailed over the girl, surely he’d remember someone this gorgeous. “So,” he winced, “how did I get here?”

She pursed her lips, as if she’d tasted something sour. Okay so that had been a bad question to ask.

“You barged into my apartment, claiming it was yours, threw up on my doorstep and then passed out.”

Oh fuck. His head spun as it tried to remember the events of the night before. He did recall somewhat throwing up, but it was a blurry flash. “Sorry about that.”

She hmphed, stacking some scattered sheets on the small coffee table and collecting up dirty crockery. Sirius swallowed the coffee, grimacing at the awkward atmosphere. Funnily enough his parents had never bothered to teach him the etiquette for accidentally bursting into the wrong flat and passing out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, glad he didn’t have to feel the pressure of breaking the silence anymore.

JAMES: Where are u?

JAMES: When I said don’t bring a girl back I didn’t mean go back to hers

JAMES: Ur boss called. I said you were feeling under the weather. He said u should get over ur hangover & get into work

REMUS: Why did ur boss call me to ask if we went out last night? I said no btw

JAMES: He called again; said he’d fire you if you didn’t turn up before 11. I told him u were properly ill and I could send him a pic of the thermometer. I think I got you out of that one

JAMES: Mate, I’m getting a bit worried

Shit. When was that last one from? Okay, 11:15 and it was now 11:34. Sirius tapped out a reply to James, unsure how much detail to go into. I’m alright, be back soon. Yeah, that would do. He really couldn’t deal the endless mocking yet, once they’d found out what had happened they’d never let it go. So that would be saved for when the pounding headache had finally settled down.

His phone binged again. JAMES: We’re out of milk can you grab some on the way back?

Sure.

Sirius got to his feet, groaning as the room spun, beige walls all blurring into one. Rubbing at his face, he stumbled towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t know your name.” He leant against the door frame, body sagging. God he was exhausted.

“Y/N.” Her tone was bitter, and Sirius couldn’t help the pang of guilt shooting through him. She’d probably stayed up all night worried he’d attack her or steal something.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, Y/N, and for not leaving me on the doorstep. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

He placed the mug down on the counter and slung his leather jacket on. She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Y/N trailed him to the door, holding onto it as he stepped out, raising a hand goodbye.

“Bye.”

“Thanks, bye.” Sirius watched the chipped door swing shut, sunlight glinting gold off the battered number on the door. Hm, Number 51.

:.

Y/N groaned as the doorbell went. She’d just got settled into her studying. “Marlene, did you order something?”

“No. I’m broke.” Marlene yelled back, sticking her head out of her room. Her makeup was half done, mascara brush in hand and dress round her hips. “I can’t answer it like this!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m on it.”

She tipped the papers onto the floor, ignoring the mess they made. Future her could tidy that up. Trudging to the door, she grabbed her phone off the table. So that was where she’d left it.

“Hi,” she nodded at the delivery guy. He was holding a large bunch of flowers and Y/N bit back a sigh her eyes. Probably from another of Marlene’s boys. Honestly, she was thinking of opening up a flower shop, considering the amount of flowers Marlene’s newest was insisting on sending.

“Hi, I’m looking for,” the delivery guy scanned the list on his clipboard, “Y/N?”

She froze. Huh. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He tucked the clipboard under his arm, passing her the flowers. “These are for you. There’s a card with it.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N shut the door, staring at the bunch of vivid blooms in confusion. Who on earth would have sent her these? She racked her brains for any possible romance in her life, but nothing came to mind. With her luck, it was probably her grandma or something. Not that she’d be upset by flowers from her nan but a mystery lover was much more interesting.

She pulled out the gilded card from where it was tucked into the side of the paper, scanning the words.

Sorry for breaking in and passing out in your flat, princess. Text me if you want to go for drinks at some point: +44 7xxx xxxxxx

A smile broke across her face. Maybe she’d take him up on his offer.

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[tooruluv]

Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 3 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 1,724

warnings/notes: strong language, cheating, lowkey toxic relationship. but what else is new? this one doesn’t have anything crazy

tag list: @kara-grayson04​​ @sadhwstudent​​ @unlikelytigerqueen​ @kageyamavibes​

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Tobio Kageyama stood there, only in sweats, and shrugged. He shrugged. You were about to throw something, hit him with anything, when he spoke. This wasn’t the worst fight the two of you had ever been in, but it was definitely up there.

Because this time, it was you doing most of the yelling. “Hana? Out of everyone? Out of everyone? Are you fucking serious?”

The day you told Kageyama that you were leaving. That day had been the last time you and Kageyama talked. Or, rather, he talked.

It was something you knew for a really long time. Your parents had received a job in the states and you had held off telling him that you were going for as long as you could. Until you couldn’t anymore.

Makeup running down your face, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. And he stood in front of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Because you couldn’t bare the thought of telling him. Because you couldn’t look at his face when you said you were going to be gone. Because you didn’t know how he would react. Because you didn’t want to go.

But, despite all of those reasons, you said, “I was scared.”

“You were scared to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

You were literally standing at the airport. In front of the door, your plane ready to take off in two hours. When you said you waited until last second, you truly did.

“You were scared? You waited months. Months.”

“I know I did.” You reached forward but he stepped back. More tears fell down your face. “I just… I just couldn’t think of a way to tell you. I love you so much and I… I didn’t want to say goodbye.”

“How’s this for goodbye,” Kageyama barely blinked. “I hate you.”

Your body seized. Hana, who stood beside you, took your hand but you didn’t feel it. Your entire being fell numb.

“You let me believe we had more time. You let me stay with you, fall in love with you, all when you knew. You knew that you were leaving. And you didn’t tell me for months. I hate you.”

“I hate you.” You would hate him, too, if it was the other way around.

“Babe!”

You stood at the door to the gym, a bag of food for your boyfriend. He had been so preoccupied trying to master this move for volleyball and hadn’t spent much time with him, so you figured you would leave him some food for that break he takes between practice ending and his own practice (which means several hours with Hinata after everyone left).

The entire team turned to face you. Tobio Kageyama’s face flushed.

He rushed to you, long strides pulling him across the gym. Over his shoulder, two of the boys followed.

“Hey, uh,” Kageyama was awkward. It made you giggle. “What’re you doing here?”

“I brought you some food.” You handed him the bag, and a bottle of water just in case. “You didn’t eat lunch today and I wanted to make sure you at least had a little bit.”

“Kageyama, who is this?” one of the boys, the shorter one, asked as the other one, the tall bald one, said “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend!”

“Hi!” you smiled and waved at them.

The team introduced themselves, and you smiled at all of them. Kageyama may have been your boyfriend, but he wasn’t one to introduce you to friends. Or, rather, teammates. Daichi, the captain, even started to lecture your boyfriend on his lack of eating.

“I had milk…” he mumbled.

“Listen, it isn’t what you think.” Is all Kageyama said. Of course it was all he said.

“It isn’t what I think?” you scoffed, looking to the ceiling. “We broke up and you’re marrying my best friend. It’s exactly what I think.”

“Your best friend that you haven’t talked to in five years.”

“Two.”

“What?”

“Two years. I haven’t talked to her in two years.” You were pissed. Maybe a good old catch up with Hana would make things up, maybe punching her in her stupid perfect teeth would make the nausea in your stomach go away. “And it’s because she stopped talking to me.”

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me.” He was just as pissed, and he probably had way more pent up anger at you. “Maybe if you actually put effort into things, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Maybe if I put an effort into things? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Yes, if you put an effort into things. Maybe if you fucking talked to people, maybe if you stayed, maybe if you…”

“You know what? I don’t want to hear you tell me what to do or what I should’ve done when you’re the one who cheated on your fiancé.”

“Crazy how you’re this mad when you’re the mistress.”

You grabbed a couch pillow and threw it at him. It was the closest thing you could grab. You wanted a glass, or a plate. Maybe that fake potted plant in the corner will go next.

“You’re such a dick!” you yelled, getting ready to throw another pillow.

Somehow, he reached you before you could throw it. He caught your hands with his wrists, stopping you. You were breathing heavy.

“You know, I thought running into you would give some closure.” Kageyama said. His voice was low, calm, collected. “I thought that maybe, this was it and it was one final time to get the last of the feelings out of my system.”

“Yeah, me too.” You stared into his eyes. They were just as blue as when you left. “Guess we were both wrong.”

You ripped your arms out of his grasp. He let you.

“Marrying Hana. My best friend.” You were standing further away, but you could still feel his breath. “That’s probably lower than anything I’ve ever done to you.”

And you left. You turned around, snatched your bag, and left. As the elevator closed, you watched him watch you.

Hana was the one who hugged you before you left. She was the last one, other than your family, to see you. She held your head, pulled you to her body, let you cry on her shoulder until they called your plane.

She was your best friend.

While you were in the states, she would facetime you. Call you. Text you updates.

The day you left, she texted you. She kept her end of the deal, too.

hana <3: told tsuki today hana <3: we kissed!! basically i was nervous for no reason lol

you: omg omg omg congrats! at least one of us is having a good time hfksbfsksl

hana <3: don’t worry ab boys. ur gonna have so much fun and meet new people. im always here 4 u.

“I’m on my way over.” You spoke into the phone, hands still shaking with withheld anger.

“You sound pissed. Can’t wait.”

The first time you and Kageyama kissed was a little bit into the relationship. It was a couple of months in, and he asked you to go for a walk with him.

“A walk?” you asked, looking around your room for a fitting outfit. “It’s early. And it’s Saturday.”

“I know. I’m outside of your house. Meet me outside whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re insane. Give me five.”

That week, you spent time with Oikawa. Your stomach flipped with the idea that Kageyama had finally had enough of you hanging out with him, or maybe he was going to tell you that he was jealous again. You didn’t know, but an early morning walk with your boyfriend didn’t sound very relaxing.

Cautiously, you met him on your porch. He greeted you with a simple nod, hands in his pockets.

“Um, before we begin, can I say something?” he asked.

You nodded. A jolt through your entire body.

“I know that I complain a lot. And I know that I… I know that I’m not very good with feelings.” He was talking slowly. Practiced. “But I want you to know that even though you spend time with Oikawa, I know that he’s your best friend and I just get jealous. And I want you to know that I know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You confirmed.

“So, I wanted to do this before we started walking.”

And, with that, he leaned down and kissed you. It was a small kiss, a peck to your lips, and he had to bend down to do so. But you felt everything lift off of your shoulders. You were flying.

When he pulled back, he smiled. Genuinely. You did, too.

“Now, I think a walk is in order.” You looped your arm through where he still held his in his pockets.

Oikawa opened the door, tilting his head at the sight of you. You stood in his doorway, very obviously stressed out and face red with both tears and yelling. You had your hood up, hair still messy from the night.

“You look like you just got done having the best dick ever.” He joked.

You rushed forward, capturing his lips with yours. He staggered back, gripping your hips as you closed the door with your ankle. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. You were chest to chest, your hands on his shoulders and standing on your toes.

He pulled away to ask, “So we’re doing this again?”

“I’m pissed off.” You kissed him again. Your hands held the waistband of his jeans. “I’m in dire need of a very big distraction.”

“I’m not complaining.” Oikawa grabbed your jaw and pulled you in again.

[fieldtechlori]

Egon Spengler x Student!OC

Ch. 3: Unexpected

Egon Spengler x Lori Williams 

~9:15pm~

With full bellies and a new sense of accomplishment, Egon and Lori stood from their table to head back to their apartments. Egon let Lori take home the remaining slices of pizza for leftovers since he had plenty of food at home and he became slightly worried by how late he had her out. The city was quite dangerous at night, especially for a young, and quite attractive, woman like herself. The tall scientist felt a pit in his stomach when he imagined Lori walking back home by herself, in the dark, when all of the creeps would come out to play. 

“Miss Lori,” Egon started and Lori looked up at him and he cleared his throat slightly. “It’s quite dark out, and I don’t feel comfortable with someone as yourself walking home alone at night.” he stated and Lori grinned slightly and she let out a small laugh and nodded her head, already knowing what her professor was getting at. “Please allow me to walk you home. You’re out this late because of me and I would feel guilty if something were to happen to you.” Egon explained, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they started to slip down at bit. 

Lori held onto her box of leftover pizza and she nodded at Egon, allowing him to walk her home. It definitely did make her feel better, having Dr. Spengler walk her to her apartment. She didn't dare take the subway since the creeps seemed to triple in number underground. “That would actually be really nice, thank you. I don’t dare to walk alone in this city after dark.” she said and that earned a smile from Egon. His ears started to burn up a little and he felt extremely thankful now for the darkness so Lori wouldn’t notice the redness in the tips of his ears. 

Egon pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose out of habit and he held out his arm for Lori to take. “I don’t want you to trip.” he said simply, giving her his famous deadpan expression. After a second of looking at Egon’s arm, wondering if this was appropriate or not, she decided “why not” and took it. After all, he was just being cautious and gentlemanly. He had said it himself that he just didn’t want her to trip, that’s all. Either way, Lori couldn’t stop the heat from rising to her cheeks, dusting them a lovely shade of pink. There was no denying that Dr. Spengler was quite charming. 

Egon followed Lori’s lead to her apartment building and after about a twenty minute walk, they arrived at the lit up entrance. “Thank you so much for walking me home, Dr. Spengler. Are you going to be okay getting home? Do you live close by?” she asked, feeling just a little bit worried for her professor. Of course Lori was sure that Egon could handle himself just fine at night, but he was looking a bit tired from the walk. “You can come in for a drink if you want. I always have a ton of soda.” she said with a small laugh in her voice. This definitely caught the tall professor off guard, but it was more of a pleasant surprise to him. Plus, he was feeling kind of winded from that walk. This definitely made Egon consider trying out the gym at least once. 

“Well, a small rest before I head back home would be beneficial,” he thought out loud, making Lori smirk and hold the door open for him to come in. 

“Come on, I’m a few floors up so we’ll take the elevator.” Lori looked back at Egon as he stood there like a statue at the entrance. He cleared his throat when he broke out of his mini trance, stepping into the building and saying a soft “thank you” to Lori for holding the door open. Egon followed Lori to the elevator and they rode up together to the fourth floor. “This way,” Lori motioned for Egon to follow her down the hall a ways until they got to the door with the number 414 on it and she began to unlock it. “It’s a studio, so I apologize if you feel a little cramped. It’s all I could afford.” Lori apologized before Egon waved her off, telling her that there was no need for an apology. It wasn’t unusual for college students to be tight on cash.

“No need to apologize. I’m just surprised you can make it without a roommate at your age.” Egon said as he pulled out a chair at the small table once they were inside, sitting down in it as Lori opened the fridge. Yes, her apartment was small, but it was clean and very well organized. It was obvious that she was making the most out of the space she had. Lori grabbed Egon a can of Coke and herself a water bottle then turned around to sit across from her professor. “Thank you. This is very kind of you.” Egon thanked Lori and she just nodded and waved him off. It was no big deal at all. They probably just shouldn’t tell anyone about this though. It could get around to the other professors and Egon could get in trouble. So...was this a good idea?

The two sat in awkward silence for a moment before Egon noticed the little snake in a terrarium on a table next to her couch. Being the curious man that Egon was, he got up and walked over to the terrarium to look at the little milk snake inside. Lori noticed Egon’s interest in her pet and she grinned softly. “Oh, that’s Norman. He’s a little guy.” Lori said, standing up and walking over to the terrarium as well. Egon adjusted his glasses as he got a closer look. Norman was curled up in the little log he hid in and woke up when he felt people watching him. He yawned wide and slowly slithered out and raised his head up towards Lori then flicked his tongue at Egon. 

“Lampropeltis Triangulum. Non-venomous and quite friendly.” Egon stated, smiling softly at Norman as he flicked his tongue a few more times at the tall man examining him. Lori blinked and gave a small laugh. It really was incredible how intelligent Dr. Spengler was.

“He’s very friendly, but also super shy.” Lori commented as she bent down a bit to take a look at Norman. The snake wasn’t very interested in being social at the moment because he slithered back into his log to go back to sleep. “Kinda like you, Dr. Spengler.” she giggled, making Egon blink in surprise and stand up straight, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Although, she was right. Egon didn’t consider himself to be a mean person in any way. He was just blunt and reserved and very awkward...and a bit shy at times as well. 

“That..seems about right.” Egon cracked a smile and actually let out a small chuckle, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit as he felt his ears heating up again like they did outside of the pizza restaurant. Except in here, Lori would be able to see it. Egon tried to hide it until he noticed the faint pink blush that rose to Lori’s cheeks. The scientist felt his heartbeat start to speed up and he could feel it thumping in his chest. He gulped softly and Lori rubbed the back of her neck and she glanced back at the terrarium, away from Egon. “Lori, I-” Egon started then stopped, like his words got caught in his throat. Lori looked up at him with wide eyes, completely unsure of what to do. She was even unsure of what was going on through Egon’s head as well, because it seemed like an awful lot. Then, without any warning, Egon leaned down and he placed his hand on her shoulder then gave Lori a quick peck on the cheek. It was so quick that Lori wondered if it happened at all, but it definitely did because she could still feel the spot on her cheek where Egon’s lips were for only a second. 

Lori stood there, her mouth agape. She definitely didn’t expect that to happen, but she couldn't exactly complain. Lori felt her face heat up and she put her hands to her cheeks, stuttering. “U-uh, um..wh-I’m sorry,” Lori stuttered out, completely flustered. Egon’s eyes were wide too and his whole face was the same shade of red as Lori’s. 

“O-oh! No, I’m sorry, I-” Egon gulped thickly and he looked around for a moment, trying to gather himself before he glanced back down at Lori, who was also trying to collect herself as well. He didn’t blame her for being so flustered though. “That was very inappropriate of me. I-I’m your professor, so I need to be more professio-” Egon’s flustered apology was cut off when Lori stood on her tip toes to give Egon a quick peck on the cheek as well, completely catching him off guard. 

“There, now we’re even, okay?” Lori said, sounding breathless because of how her heart was just beating wildly in her chest, as was Egon’s. He just nodded his head and cleared his throat, loosening his tie a bit and tugging on the collar of his button down shirt. 

“Okay, that works for me.” Egon said, giving his collar another tug as an awkward silence filled the room. “I..I should get back to my apartment. I still have papers to grade before I go to bed.” he explained. He also had to check on his rooftop fungus garden, which was very important to him. 

“Right, of course. I know you’re very busy.” Lori said, anxiously pushing some curly hair out of her face and behind her right ear, making more of her face visible. Egon gulped again and he felt like he had to hold himself back from going in for another kiss, but not on her cheek. No. That was against the rules, against the law even. Lori led him to the door and she handed him his can of Coke. He still had about half of it left and was sure he wanted to finish it on his walk home. 

Egon took the can and he picked his bag back up and he took a step outside of Lori’s apartment. He turned around and gazed down at her, not sure what to say. How could he know what to say? He kissed his student...on the cheek of course, but still. Then she kissed him back. 

Without really thinking, Egon reached out and he gently took Lori’s hand, feeling her soft skin against his rougher skin. His hand was much bigger than hers as well. Egon gulped thickly as he felt his heart thumping hard in his chest once again, his whole body urging him to just do it. He leaned forward and placed another kiss on Lori’s cheek. This time the kiss was more passionate and he let it lips linger on Lori’s cheek for a few more seconds this time before he slowly stood up straight again, his eyes gazing down at her softly, but still with the slight shock over what he just did. Lori just gazed up at him, her expression still surprised but..softer, like she was expecting it that time. 

“Dr. Spengler,” Lori whispered and she gently tugged on Egon’s arm and he leaned down a bit so Lori’s lips could reach his cheek. He smiled softly this time, his eyes closing for a moment as he felt her soft lips on his cheek. After a few seconds, she pulled away and Egon opened his eyes again. “Please be safe getting home. The city is dangerous at night.” she said softly and Egon nodded. He could handle himself fine and his apartment was probably only a ten minute walk from here, but he might take the subway since he was feeling tired. 

“I’ll be safe. I know my way around the city.” Egon responded, his hand still holding hers softly. “I’ll see you in class on Monday,” he said and Lori nodded her head. She would absolutely be in class on Monday. “I..I enjoyed our investigation earlier,” Egon paused for a moment and he absentmindedly rubbed the top of Lori’s hand with his thumb. “I also enjoyed being with you here. Can we do this again..soon?” he asked hesitantly. Lori looked like she enjoyed both of the small kisses Egon gave her, but he wanted to make sure. This was all very...unexpected. 

“We can,” Lori answered, making the biggest grin form on Egon’s face. “As soon as you like.” 

[ironcaptainnataliabarnes]

Red Roses (A Harry Hook x Reader/OC)

A/N: Yall. This chapter is hella long. I hope you all enjoyed it!! If you see any mistakes at all please let me know so I can fix it pronto! This is such a fun story to write and I'm glad people are liking it! If you have any ideas or requests you would like me to add in future chapters, let me know! This is for you guys! <3 :)

Summary: Ruby Hearts, daughter of the infamous Queen of Hearts, was abandoned by her mother when she was young and forced to live with her father, the King of Hearts, in Auradon.  Harry Hook himself may be the only one who finds her madness enchanting. Will Ruby find her self falling for the rugged pirate, or will the roses bleed red?

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2: The Pool of Tears

It only made perfect, logical sense that Uma, Gil, and Harry managed to weasel their way into every single one of Ruby's classes. Suddenly she wasn't a person made of stone hidden in the back of the class anymore. She had friends. Friends that legitimately either didn't care that she was mildly insane or refused to believe she was crazy at all. Surprisingly, Ruby found herself enjoying her newfound gang of friends.

At first, Ruby thought her little mind palace she enjoyed in Art 101 would be ultimately ruined, but she enjoyed teaching Uma and Harry how to paint and keeping Gil from drinking another bottle of paint. (He claimed the white paint was milk, and continued to drink it all until he got sick.) The boys had even joined the Tourney team, and even though Harry dissed the game everyday, Ruby knew he liked having a way to expel his own frustrations.

Ruby and Uma became close friends after they shared their mutual hatred of Mal. The purple haired girl had given a particularly nasty glare at Uma when Ruby asked if she had disliked Uma.

"Dislike?" Uma had scoffed. "That girl hates me. And trust me when I say the feeling is mutual."

"What happened between you two? Does it...is that why you were crying that day?"

Uma had nodded and told the story of how she earned the nickname Shrimpy from the daughter of Maleficent. The normally calm and collected pirate even broke down into tears, and Ruby had held her in the comfort of Uma's dorm room, consoling the girl like she had wanted to years ago.

But that had been weeks ago. Uma had now made Ruby an official part of her pirate crew, not considering the fact the majority of her crew was still on the Isle, but that didn't seem to bother Uma. The two girls were sitting on the bleachers, waiting for the Tourney game between Auradon Prep and Hogwarts High to start.  

"Goddd it's so hot," Uma complained, fanning herself with her hand.

"It's a good thing I told you to ditch all the leather. You'd be fried like a walrus in winter by now if you were still wearing it," Ruby replied, giggling at the thought of a walrus covered in snow.

Uma snorted, "Right. You'd think this place being full of magic, someone would come up with a way to fix the heat."

"Exactly," Ruby nodded in agreement. "This weather is not the best for tea time. Unless it's iced tea. But then it wouldn't really be tea at all would it?"

Uma made a confused yet amused face and jumped in surprise when Auradon's band began to play, trumpets and drums echoing across the field as the Tourney team ran out. The crowd began to cheer and clap, but of course Ruby and Uma were mainly cheering for Harry and Gil.

The game had gone by quickly, Auradon beating Hogwarts High to a pulp, winning 16-3. Of course it was only possible for Ben and Jay to score because Harry was basically mauling down every enemy in his way.

As Uma and Ruby stepped off the bleachers to go find Harry and Gil, they were stopped by Evie, ever present smile on her face.

"Hey!" She greeted cheerfully. "Sorry to bother you, but Ruby I was wondering if you were free Friday?"

"Next Friday?" Ruby cocked her head in question. What was Friday? It would be the 24th of the month then, the only thing she would be doing was-

The 24th.

Friday was Ruby's birthday.

She told only Evie of her dislike for her birthday last year. Why was she bringing it up? Did she tell anyone else?

"U-um, no I wasn't really planning anything I guess. Why?"

"Just checking! Toodaloo!" Evie skipped off, locking her elbow with Doug as the band walked back towards the school.

"What's Friday?" Uma asked Ruby, shaking the girl from her thoughts.

"Oh, nothing important." Ruby dismissed the question. It wasn't a lie.

Just then, Harry and Gil ran up, helmets off and sweating from the game. Ruby somewhat hated her mind for even thinking it, but she couldn't help but find Harry even more attractive after he finished a game. Something about how his muscles glistened, and his blue eyes seemed brighter with the rush of the game-

They were looking at her. Shoot. She had been ogling at Harry for what felt like ages that her mind blocked out any and all conversation around her.

"W-what?" Ruby asked, ignoring the way she felt her cheeks flush when Harry smirked slightly. It was as if the pirate could read her thoughts. How scary that would be.

"Uma just told us about the special Friday," Gil told her, still exuberant even after an exhausting game.

Ruby flashed Uma a glare. Clearly her dismissal of the day didn't work on the girl.

"Tell us, Heart," Ruby felt an involuntary shiver at Harry's given nickname for her. "Wha's so special about that particular Friday, hmm?"

"Honestly, you guys, it's nothing. 'A tea party with iced tea instead of tea tea' nothing," Ruby covered her nose in mock disgust. "Now you two need a serious shower. You smell worse than the freezing walrus."

Jay ran up to the group, having been talking to the coach, and gave a pat on the back to Gil. "Nice work, man! When you dodged that guy in the second half, dude that was epic!" he exclaimed.

"Dude, no way! When you spun off of Ben to make that shot, that was so incredible!" Gil jumped with excitement.

"We totally deserve a celebratory drink for that win. Whaddya say, man? You down?"

"Definitely, dude! I'll catch up with you guys later," Gil said before running off with Jay.

Harry scoffed, and ran a hand through his hair. "Hones'ly. 'S like I didn't just batter down half the enemy's team to win. I LIKE DRINKING TOO!" He yelled towards the boys, though they were already out of earshot.

Ruby giggled while Uma rolled her eyes at her first mate. "You can drink in the shower for all I care, you really smell like dog."

"Ughhh fineeee," Harry complained head thrown back in defeat as they walked back to the dormitories.

It was ritual by now for the gang to meet up in one of their dorm rooms at least once a week for no particular reason other than to be stupid in the confines of their own rooms. Ruby's curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she actually brought four iced teas for the group. Not a one of them enjoyed, especially Gil, who's knack of liking everything had its limits. Uma had the marvelous idea of sneaking into the kitchen, it was late after all and no one would be there. Needless to say, the school food storage needed to be replenished, and soon.

Thursday classes had come and gone, and Ruby's illusion of her vase of roses singing a sweet tune was broken by knocks at her door. She had expected Harry, of all people, but was quite surprised by Ben's form in her doorway. It had been a while since she and been had talked; ever since Uma and the boys showed up and Ben having to take on more kingly activities, there hadn't been much time for the two friends to hang out. Ruby instantly felt guilt at not having at least tried to find time to hang out with her first friend.

"Ben! Hey, what, uh, what can I do for ya?" Ruby asked, pushing down her guilt and putting a smile on her face. Her hair probably looked a mess, and her clothes were most definitely wrinkled, but she knew Ben really didn't care.

"Hey, Ruby. It's been a short while, hasn't it?" He greeted her back. He seemed kind of nervous, his hands wringing together in front of him.

Ruby's guilt instantly resurfaced. "Ben, I'm so sorry-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Ruby. I actually came to ask you something," He said, smiling at the shorter girl.

Ruby raised an eyebrow in question.

"I was wondering if you could paint something for me?" Ben asked her, hope in is voice.

"Oh, OH. Yeah, of course, sure!" Ruby paced back into her room excitedly, images already running through her head of what she could paint for Auradon's king. "What were you thinking? Because I've been having this idea of like a half beast thing that-"

"No actually, Ruby uh," Ben's eyes flicked towards Ruby hesitantly, as if he was scared of her. That's odd, Ruby thought.

"I was hoping you could paint Mal for me," Ben finished.

Ruby stopped her mind's ideas and stood frozen on her rug. She looked at Ben somewhat accusingly. "What."

"I know, I know," Ben said, arms out and moving to stand in front of Ruby. "I know you two don't really get along but I want to do something nice for her and she mentioned to me about how all the royalty here have their portraits hanging everywhere and I thought it would be nice if I could do that for her and well you're the best painter there is Ruby and I just-"

"Ben, oh my aces, calm down!" Ruby told him, effectively stopping Ben's rambling. She put a hand to her head. She did have a hatred for Mal, but Ben had tried hard to be Ruby's friend since she was first brought to Auradon. She couldn't just tell him no.

She sighed, "Okay. Okay, I'll do it. But I'm going to need a picture or something. I don't find myself gazing misty eyed at your girlfriend all that much, Mr Benjamin."

Ben had already turned to walk back out of Ruby's dorm. "No, it's okay I get it- wait, you'll do it?" Ruby nodded. "Oh, this is great! Here-" he pulled out his wallet and handed her a picture of said girlfriend. "Thank you so much Ruby. You really are the best."

Ben pulled her in for a hug as she answered with a smile. "No problem."

Friday morning Ruby rolled out of bed sluggishly, gasping when she saw the time. She dressed quickly in a simple red top with black jeans, and threw her long hair up in a pony tail before practically running to her first class. As her classes rolled on, she tried not to think about what shenanigans Evie was up to.

Ever since Ruby had moved to Auradon, her father saw her birthday as a spectacular event. He tried throwing her birthday parties, but of course no one would come. He tried taking her out for ice cream, but it was unbearably hot and the ice cream melted. Birthday's just weren't meant for Ruby. In her time on the Isle, birthdays were treated as every other day, nothing special in it whatsoever. She used to wake up hoping her mother would have something special for her, but Ruby was greeted with the same fear as always. Ruby was used to this, and never saw any importance in her birthday anyway. After all, it was just like every other unbirthday, wasn't it? In her first year at Auradon Prep, Evie had questioned her, claiming it odd a whole year had gone and she never celebrated on any single day. Of course, Evie found out the truth, but Ruby eventually convinced her to not make a big deal out of it, and made the blue haired girl promise to not tell a soul. "No one would want to come to a party for me anyway," Ruby had claimed. "They'll be too scared I'll go off with their tiny hatless heads."

Evidently, this year, Evie had different plans. And Ruby was slightly scared.

Ruby had barely been in her room for five minutes after classes were finished before Evie materialized at her door.

"You, my wonderful friend, are coming with me," the overly excited girl said.

Ruby blindly threw her bag on her bed as Evie grabbed her arm and tugged her along to Evie's dorm. Ruby marveled at the clothes along one of the walls; Evie's room was always filled with outfits she had designed, and they were always incredible.

"Any particular reason you dragged me to your fashion show of a room, E?" Ruby asked, feeling the silk of white skirt with black patterns.

"Yes, actually," Evie answered, grabbing Ruby by the shoulders and spinning her around.

The sight of the dress in front of Ruby made every coherent thought leave her brain.

She must have gasped, or made some sort of awestruck face because Evie smiled and wrapped an arm around Ruby's shoulders. "Do you like it?" the blue haired girl asked.

"Evie," Ruby started, taking slow steps toward the wonder of a ball gown and cautiously ran a hand over the intricate rose design on the front. "I honestly don't have the words. I think the Hare must have put some sort of drug in my tea today. I can't- Evie this is beautiful."

"Good. I'm glad you love it!" Evie clapped her hands excitedly. She walked to the back of the dress and unzipped it from the mannequin. "Now let's get it on you."

"Yes, let's- wait, what?" Ruby shook from her daze.

"Come on, no time to lose. Undress, Ruby!" Evie exclaimed.

Despite Ruby's confusion, she really wanted to wear the gorgeous dress. Maybe this was what Evie was planning. To make a gown for Ruby. Any thoughts about her birthday disappeared once Ruby saw herself in the dress.

Evie danced around her, making last minute adjustments while Ruby gaped at herself in the mirror. Evie stepped away, looking proud. "Give us a spin," she said.

Ruby lifted the sides of the dress slightly and twirled. The gown was light and it swirled around her legs as she came to a stop. Ruby couldn't help the huge smile on her face. "This is so amazing, Evie," she turned to her friend, "but what exactly is this for?"

Evie's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You'll see. Now come, sit."

Ruby did as told, and watched as Evie deftly pinned a braid to the crown of Ruby's hair and brushed the tangles out of the rest. It was when Evie placed a small crown inlaid with a heart-shaped ruby that Ruby became nervous. "Evie, really, what's going on?" she hated how her voice shook with the question.

"Put on these shoes, and let's go find out," Evie answered, handing Ruby a pair of dark red heels.

Ruby quickly slipped on the heels and tried not to trip as Evie rushed her out of the door. She led the girl to what was unmistakably the school's ball room. Ben was waiting outside the doors, dressed immaculately in a deep blue suit. Evie gave him a nod before disappearing, not before smiling widely at Ruby.

"Ben, maybe you'll give me some answers?" Ruby looked up at her friend, and saw the same glint she had seen in Evie's eyes. Ruby was hopeful, clearly Ben wouldn't keep her in the dark, would he? But her hope simmered as Ben kept his mouth loyally shut.

Suddenly, Fairy Godmother opened the doors. "It's time!"

Ben gave a bow to Ruby, gesturing towards the open doors with a hand, "Shall we?"

Ruby hooked her hand onto Ben's outstretched elbow, and he led her through the doors. Ruby put a hand to her mouth to stifle another gasp as they walked out to the top of the ballroom steps.

The filled room collectively yelled "Happy birthday!" upon seeing Ruby enter. She couldn't believe it. There were actual people here, for her.

"Ben, what-"

"Welcome, dear Ruby, to your birthday party," Ben bowed once more. Ruby caught sight of Uma, Gil and Harry at the bottom of the stairs, but her eyes found themselves stuck on Harry.

He was dressed like a gentleman but still looked ruggedly handsome with his black tousled hair and smudged eyeliner, his hook hanging from his belt loop. He winked at Ruby, shamelessly devouring how gorgeous she looked in her ball gown.

Ruby would have been stuck at the top of the stairs all day had Evie not once again materialized next to her, dressed in a beautiful blue gown. She grabbed Ruby's hand. "Come on, it's much more fun at the bottom of these stairs," she whispered to her. They made it to Uma and the boys on the ballroom floor, Evie leaving Ruby with a hug and a "Happy birthday, Ruby" before disappearing to find Doug. Ruby turned towards her gang of friends accusingly.

"Did you guys know?" She asked.

"Since las' week, Heart," Harry answered, ever present smirk on his face.

"Yeah, Evie told us the whole deal and had us outfits made. I honestly didn't think I'd look this good in a dress," Uma said. She was right. Her sea green dress was really alluring.

"This place is so amazing, there's tables full of food!" Gil exclaimed, charming in his suit.

"Guys, I-"

"It's okay, Ruby," Uma assured her, giving her a hug. "It's your first birthday party. Let's have some fun," she smiled and winked at her friend. Ruby hesitantly smiled back.

Suddenly trumpets blared as Ben appeared on the overhead balcony, Mal at his side.

"Thank you everyone for coming! As you all know, today is our very own Ruby Hearts' birthday! I think it's about time we get this party started!" He announced, earning cheers from the crowd.

Ruby just stared, silent and still shocked at the whole ordeal. Were these people really here for her?

"'S alright, Heart," Harry's unmistakable voice whispered behind her. His breath was hot on her ear as he spoke, "You deserve this, lass."

She turned around and saw a genuine smile playing at Harry's lips that somehow eased her own fear. She smiled broadly at the pirate. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered back.

"Whoooo!" Gil's cheer broke the moment, the boy jumped in and began dancing wildly to the music. Laughing, Ruby and Harry joined in, Uma reluctantly joining the sway.

The night flew by, song after song, the gang stayed dancing together the entire time. Ruby could tell it was late in the night, but no one at the party seemed to care. She felt a poke at her shoulder and turned to see Carlos, Jay, and Evie. She gave each of them a hug as they wished her happy birthday.

"Evie, you know I'm so thankful for this," Ruby started, as she waved to Carlos and Jay who were whisked away by the crowd. "But a whole ball?"

"You know I would only have the best for you," She answered, giving Ruby a smile. "Besides, it wasn't just my idea."

Ruby's curiosity was instantly piqued. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Ben and I might have let it slip to Uma and Harry about your birthday coming up and how we really wanted to do something for you and Harry came up with this marvelous idea to have a ball since you're technically a princess so Uma and her gang helped us set all this up and we invited literally the entire school and-"

"Whoa, whoa wait," Ruby interrupted her. "This was Harry's idea?"

Evie nodded right as a slow song started. She was pulled away by Doug but winked at Ruby when she noticed Harry showed up at the girl's side.

"Ruby," Harry greeted, dipping into a bow, amused look on his face. "Will ye do me the 'onor of dancin' with me?" He held out his hand for her to take.

Ruby knew her face was flushed. She was still processing how this was Harry's idea, and what did Evie say about him saying she was a princess? She didn't know if her brain would function enough to be so close to Harry Hook, gazing into his eyes as she danced with him to the slow tune-

Ruby blinked out of her daze. She could do this. Her hand met Harry's outstretched one and his smirk grew to a smile as he pulled her closer. Her breath hitched when his other hand came to her waist, and he immediately pulled her into the dance steps.

"Don't tell me Harry Hook's been taking dancing lessons, now?" Ruby questioned amusingly, fighting down her blush.

Harry spun Ruby with the waltz, pulling her closer so that she could feel his breath when he spoke. "'S almost like sword fighting, really."

A blur of blue captured Ruby's eye, and she craned her neck to peer behind Harry. Uma stood, watching the two dance and Ruby almost missed the wink she gave her. At the food table behind Uma, Ruby caught sight of Gil chugging down the entire punch bowl and Jay seemingly egging him on. She snorted and turned her gaze back to Harry, feeling bold.

"So, Mr. Hook," Ruby danced her fingers up Harry's arm. His jaw tensed ever so slightly. "What's this I hear about you planning this whole thing?"

Harry's ears immediately turned pink. "Well, er," he cleared his throat. "Uma an' Gil came up with the plan too, ye know."

Harry let go of Ruby's hand to come rest at her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The waltz was over by now, but neither seemed to notice or care. "How kind," she looked up at the pirate. "You know, this party is kind of for you too," she said.

"How so, Heart?"

"Well, it's my birthday, but that means it's also you're unbirthday! And really that's just as worthy as celebrating in my opinion." Ruby's tone was joking, but Harry's eyes were piercing as they held each other. He moved his head so that his mouth was next to Ruby's ear. Her arms tightened around him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Ye've no idea how beautiful ye are, Ruby," Harry whispered, husky voice making a shiver course through Ruby's body. "All these other goons are jealous of my own little princess,"

Her breathing hitched, and she pulled her head back to peer at Harry's face. His eyes seemed filled with that same sensation Ruby felt but couldn't quite name. His striking blue eyes darted to her lips as his left hand cupped her face. Ruby was quite aware of the almost nonexistent space between them, of the erratic beating of both of their hearts. She whispered his name, not believing her eyes as the moment played out.

"UGH! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" a girl's voice yelled, causing Ruby and Harry to jump apart. They shared a look and made their way to were the commotion was.

There was a circle around Uma and Mal, the former's dress covered in punch.

"You ran into me!" Mal yelled at Uma. "Maybe you should watch where you're going!"

"Look, I know time in Boradon has made you insane, but I would think you know how to walk," Uma snapped back, giving up at wiping off punch from her dress.

Mal scoffed. "If you're so uncomfortable here then you should have stayed in that sandbox where you belong!"

In the blink of an eye Uma pounced on Mal, snarling with her arms outstretched. A full on girl fight broke out, hair being pulled and dresses being torn. It lasted all of two seconds before Ben and Gil rushed in pulling the two girls apart. They continued to yell insults at each other, but all Ruby could see was the floor covered in ice. She watched as every step and stomp of feet caused it to move to the brink of shattering. Ruby had had enough.

"STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!" She yelled, effectively surprising and silencing everyone in the room. "It's PUNCH! You're not dying and if you don't stop this petty little fight then the frozen floor with collapse and we'll all be eaten by the Jabborwock!"

"Just as insane as ever! You should have stayed with your crazy mother," Mal scoffed before marching out, Ben casting an apologetic look before running after her. Uma tried to apologize to Ruby, but she couldn't hear a thing over the cracking ice.

"Just-..no," was all Ruby could say before she too left the ballroom. She couldn't make it to her room before the tears came.

She fell down onto her bed, letting the water flow. She knew a party was a horrible idea. No one wanted to be there for her, they were there because it was just a party. Maybe Mal was right. Maybe she should have stayed on the Isle with her mother. Maybe she would have learned how to scare everyone away and build a wall around her heart, so maybe then she wouldn't be hurt as easily.

After what felt like ages, Ruby heard a knock at her door. She sniffled as whoever it was walked in and sat next to her on the bed.

"Tears don't belong on that pretty face, lass," Harry said, pulling Ruby up and wiping said tears from her face. She sniffled as he did so.

"I just don't understand, Harry."

"I know, Heart," he said, sad to see her so upset. "Some things are jus' too hard to understand."

Ruby nodded, her mind just registering her sore feet and legs.

"Oh! I, erm, I've got something for ye, Heart," Harry said, changing the mood of the conversation with just a singe sentence. He had something for her?

"What is it?" Ruby asked, rubbing an eye.

"Well, I've been wanting to give it back to ye for a while, but it jus' never seemed like the right moment," Harry told her, ears turning pink as he pulled out something from behind his back.

It was a little stuffed rabbit.

Ruby gasped, new tears forming at her eyes as she recognized her old toy, the one she had lost that fated day.

"Look at ye, getting all happy over a wee toy," Harry joked, happy to see the light in Ruby's eyes again.

"Harry Hook, you thief!" Ruby exclaimed, tackling the boy in a hug. He fell back on the bed, arms wrapping around Ruby's form.

They laid on the bed holding each other for a while, Harry's hand making mindless patterns on Ruby's scarred arm. Ruby had never been more happy than she was in his arms. What is happening? She thought.

"D'ye think they're mad?" Harry asked.

Ruby wasn't sure who exactly he was talking about. "They can't help it," she answered anyway. "We're all a bit mad here."

[doctormelapples]

all the a s k s

Here you go homie:

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?More milk, get them slightly soggy cinnamon toast crunch 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?One of my favorite feelings tbh 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?Receipts,,,,,, I doggy ear them from the bottom 4: how do you take your coffee/tea?Tea, STRONG, Maybe with a lil honey 5: are you self-conscious of your smile?I cover my face with my hand when I laugh, if that is the connection 6: do you keep plants?A goal of mine is to keep plants 7: do you name your plants?I totally would, I named everything 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?Photography??, Writing? 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?I do all the time. Apparently I hum when I work, but I don’t often notice 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?Um side? Idk I just asked the only person who has seen me sleeping in the last three months, she said I can’t make up my mind 11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?SharkBecks,, #rip, Crab walk,, In this Denny’s tonight,,,, whipping in response to an attack on your person 12: what’s your favorite planet?Uranus 13: what’s something that made you smile today?I went to coffee with my ride or die and that was fun 14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?The walls would be brick for sure, wood floors, shit ton of rugs, plants everywhere, we stole the plants from cafes, small windows, maybe circular, you know that nasty looking gross pale blue fridge, looking nasty and old, that one, and we found a bright red couch on the side of the road, it’s perfect, string lights, and the occasional lamp, old fashioned lightbulbs, warm light, yellow and orange lights, a mix of framed and not framed posters, bean bag chairs for parties, Cupboard space, only used for mugs, paintings and art, and photographs, polaroids, all over the fridge, cupboards with pins and magnets, probably some salt crystals, salt lamps, some rose quartz stuff, candles everywhere. It’s a study apartment, so all we have are two really big beds in the middle of the beds, THROW PILLOWS EVERYWHERE, too many pillows,, polaroids hanging from string lights on the ceiling, BOOKS EVERYWHERE, stacks everywhere, corners= books, top of the fridge=books, vanity made of several different old mirrors, hanging cubbies for our shoes, we share all the time anyway, no floor space, fashion racks for all of our clothes, we mix, cuz we always share clothes anyway 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!Did you know Venus is the hottest planet, not mercury, even tho it’s closest to the sun? Also NASA is fake and nothing is real? 16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?Lasagna 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?PINK BLONDE WITH DARK ROOTS, AND PINK 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.Something I did? Welcccs, I said welcccs In the gc once,,, never lived down, Pronunciation: Whelc-k-kz I also said pipin’ ass tea, so 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?Lot’s 20: what’s your favorite eye color?Green 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.I have a bag, that I got recently, it’s black leather looking, and I have a white puffball on it, and I love her, Victoire, is her name. 22: are you a morning person?YEET NOPE 23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?Sit and contemplate the fact that literally nothing is real and nothing matters. Or go to the park with my friends 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?No, tbh 25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?I broke into a closet once 26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?My grey hightop converse 27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?Sour Apple 28: sunrise or sunset?Sunrise 29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?Anytime @thumper-darling sits in a comfy chair she immediately snuggles up with the arm of the chair for a hot mo 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?Yes, shall I tell the story?? Send me an ask and I’ll tell it 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.I love socks, I like weird socks. Sleeping with socks on is of the devil. No fuck off, I have this pair that is a strawberry, one sock is the right side, and one is the other half, and I love them, I also have lime ones like that, and I have lots of different, polka dotted ones that I can wear as mix and matched 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.I went on an adventure to a city a lil out of the way, and it was like exactly 2:54, I have it on a video, and it was lit, we walked around the city, at 3 in the morning, and got passed by 4 different police cars, we made up a plan to tell them who we were, but neither of us really think straight ever, so it was a damn mess. 33: what’s your fave pastry?I love a good strudel 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?I got my fav stuffy on my seventh birthday, sophie, a white dog that glowed if you pressed her hand, My mom snuck up to my attic room that I shred with my sister, and handed it to me, It felt like it was exactly midnight, but it was probably only like 10, and she glowed and I love her. She sits in my closet and watches over me now. She stopped glowing a few years after I got her. Her lights died, after so many battery replacements 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?I love them, so much, but I don’t have many. I would use them all the time, if I had more. 36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?I got my rose scented candle going, I got my main lights off, and I’m listening to my drunk friend breathe over the phone while she reads probably It by Stephen King, let’s go with,,, alt-J, does he count? Or Wild Party? The 1975?? IDK 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?I think better in messy, but I do like clean 38: tell us about your pet peeves!Do I have pet peeves? People telling other people that I’m “in a mood”, touching my stuff without asking, someone making offhand comments about something without explaining themselves, DONT TOUCH MY HAIR 39: what color do you wear the most?Pink? Black? Pales, neutrals essentially. 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?I don’t actually really wear jewelry 41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!Coffee Chaos, it’s a blessing. I actually have two, to be realistic. Espresso Milano has the aesthetic, the vibe, but Coffee Chaos’ coffee is just better, so 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?I watched stars with some of my photography classmates, the other day, we were shooting on location, and it was Night™ 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?I don’t know her!!!!! WAIT JK I had a dream about Taehyung the other day, idk man it was pretty damn serene, can you believe that tae is the most beautiful man in the world 45: do you trust your instincts a lot?Always, if my vibes don’t jive w u hecks off 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.The only puns that currently reside in my soul rn are in Korean… wolwol…. How bout: I’m going to bed,,, Mind if I Slytherin 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?FUCKING COTTAGE CHEESE 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?My mom being mad at me,, debatably. 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?I love Record Storesssss,,, a happy place, tbh 50: what’s an odd thing you collect?I used to collect bottle cap tops, like izze tops, Snapple tops, etc. I’m tryna collects pins/buttons now tho 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?I associate tipsy by J-Kwon with @thumper-darling 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?I dig some snazzy The Floor is me me z, nothing but respect for my president, right in front of my salad, the ditty.its, he protecc he attacc, etc there were some good memez this year 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?I’ve only seen heathers out of all of these and it was the play, it was pretty hecking good. 54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?My aunt at my cousins funeral. 55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?Honestly whom knows, once I painted my hand bright green, but for no reason so there’s your answer 56: what are some things you find endearing in people?I like it when people smile while reading, 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?Lit,, get lit, if you don’t dramatically reenact the lyrics did you even listen to bohemian Rhapsody? 58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?@thumper-darling is the wine mom, and the vodka aunt. She’s an alcoholic. Rip 59: what’s your favorite myth?One of my faves 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?I do, but I don’t often retain names,,,, rip, one of the first ones I memorized was the jabberwocky by lewis Carroll 61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?I gave a mcdonalds happy meal toy away once as a gift, and once I got a whole ass gum wrapper legitimately 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?Love me some juice. I favor Apple Juice, but no o n e else in the house drinks apple juice so all we ever have is orange juice. 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?Stacks, my music, yes, but theses books really be out here, overflowing from my shelves, so we got stacks, and any organization they had is now gone. 64: what color is the sky where you are right now?The sky is dark rn, cuz it’s night, but during the day this week it’s white and grey cuz it’s Rainy Week™ in Michigan rn. 65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?I can list a good few people. My old classmates, from my old school. That would be nice 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?My most ideal flower crown would have flown pink stained roses, vines with thorns, small white and pink flowers, be really extra in the center like a crown. 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?Serene, content 68: what’s winter like where you live?Slushy, sometimes we get lots of snow, sometimes its lacking, 69: what are your favorite board games?I love clue, I got a doctor who version for xmas last year, best gift in years ngl. I also love risk; world domination, and a new fav: Truth Bombs™ Created by Daniel Howell and Phillip Lester available anywhere they sell games, for example: B&N where you can pick up The Amazing Book is Not On Fire at the same time, and while you’re at it, check out Dan and Phil Go Outside. 70: have you ever used a ouija board?FUCK OUTTA HERE FUCK OYOU MEAN FUCJBOI NO 71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?I dig some good ol’ Bengal spice, I dig strong spicy tea 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?I mean, yes, but do I write shit down? The answer is no 73: what are some of your worst habits?Picking at my nails, making internal commentary on Everything around me @ a l l t I m m e s 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.They really out here, at all times. They tend to be the loudest of the group, and they honestly bring the party. Story telling skills level master, You can’t beat them, They’re just so good at telling an entertaining story, even if it isn’t entertaining. Sometimes doesn’t have good days, and that’s okay. 75: tell us about your pets!I have two dogs, Maddie, and Arenal,, Maddie is a boxer lab mix, and she’s allergic to like literally everything 100% ,,, except cats. Arenal is a white blonde golden retriever and he’s the laziest mf I’ve ever met 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?A literal Photography assignment, idk why I procrastinate on these, I love doing them. 77: pink or yellow lemonade?Pink! 78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?HATECLUB FUK U 79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?My promposal last year was pretty dang cute, rip that tho. 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?I didn’t get to chose, they’re kinda a milky white, I don’t mind it to much, its not bad 81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.doe eyes, at their finest, and that’s what I got 82: are/were you good in school?Not really, like I’m pretty average tbh 83: what’s some of your favorite album art?I really loved Young The Giants “Home of the Strange” CRUISR’s album art is all pretty aesthetic, Anti was good, I liked “Bleak” by Froth, “Cult of Personality” by Varsity, and like tons others 84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?Yeah! I want to get a lineart tattoo of a swing set, with wildflowers growing specifically yellow and red flowers with light blue ink for the swings, I want to get something to do with Scorpio, and I also want an vertical ellipses in my inner elbow 85: do you read comics? what are your faves?Not really, But I have read Archie comics my whole life, Betty n Veronica, I looked at the new Riverdale ones, it’s pretty okay. You can’t really beat the go comics tho. and I own some snazzy local artists comics, those are my faves 86: do you like concept albums? which ones?I guess so,, I don’t really go out of my way to recognize it tho. I like Hospice by The Antlers, Of course Lemonade, does channel orange count? Idk, I had to look up a list of concept albums to say which ones I liked. 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?Breakfast Club, Men in Black, Star Wars, Harry Potter, (all) the og Wizard of Oz, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Hocus Pocus, ET, LOTR, um and more for sure, but idk right off the top of my head 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?I suppose there, are but I couldn’t tell you the name 89: are you close to your parents?I’d say I’m like relatively close to my mother, but not so much my dad 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.Just one? It’s either Chicago or Stratford, let’s go w Stratford, Ontario, okay. There is a lot stuff going on in the summer over in stratford, they have the Stratford Shakespeare festival and the theatres in the area are beautiful as shit. I haven’t been there while it’s not going on, but I gather it’s a very touristy sorta town. They have ups and downs in streets, it’s not big enough to get lost, but you can still lose yourself in the different shops and cafes. 91: where do you plan on traveling this year?The year is almost over, but it would be nice to visit my family who live hours + hours away. I want to go down to the capital and go to my favorite shops in the city I used to live. 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?I’m lactose intolerant 93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?Probably a half up pony tail 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?My friend Jalee, her birthday was the 21st and she is exactly 3 weeks and 3 days older than me. 95: what are your plans for this weekend?I have a halloween party I might go to, or else I’ll be at my dad’s house this weekend. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?I procrastinate a lot,,, I have pressed the damn remind me later button so often,,, 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?Oh shit I can’t remember my Myer briggs, maybe I should take the test again,,,, okay hold on…. Okay: ENTP-T Scorpio, Slytherin, 98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?Maybe this summer? I love hiking, It’s one of my favorite things to do 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.Suburbia by Troye Sivan, Growing Old on Bleeker Street by AJR, Trapdoor by twenty one pilots, Body Gold by Oh Wonder, Sea by BTS, Art Exhibit by Young the Giant, Titus was Born by Young the Giant, actually that whole album Home of the Strange by Young the Giant. 100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?5 Years into the future, I never wanna go back. Unless I could change events, in which case I’d go back.

[defendersofspaceandtime]

Could be an scenario where Keith realize that his is madly in love of his s/o and he can't hide it anymore. Obviously, the others know, even before that he actually realized of that, so they press him to confess until finally he blows up in front of her. Ps: you are amazing!

 Absolutely!

Thank you!

I hope you enjoy!—————————

“I’m…I’m gonna tell them!” Keith cried, his hand held up victoriously in the air as the others stood around, watching him pour his heart out, 

“Yeah!” Shiro cheers on, clapping Keith’s back, “That’s the spirit! You can do it!”

“I’m gonna go right up to them a-and…and kiss ‘em!” Keith spoke with vim and vigor, excitement gripping his voice with every passing second. Shiro grinned, watching the red paladin with a small, small sense of pride,

“I’m sure they feel the same way, Keith! Now go on, sweep them off their-” Shiro paused, his eyes widening at the swiftly changing figure in front of him, “Keith?”

  Glug

  Glug 

  Glug

  Lance screeched, almost launching himself across the table onto Keith, 

“What the quiznak! Keith! You’re lactose intolerant!” 

“And I’ll drink ‘til it fucking kills me,” Keith whispers back, his eyes burning with an unnatural, dark gaze. Pidge’s eyebrows shot up, slight amusement in their voice,

“Didn’t you just say you were going to tell Y/n that you-?” 

“Nope. I lost all motivation. Every little bit,” Keith replied, a milk-mustache prominent on his lips, “I…I thought I could, but-”

“But what? Keith, this Y/n we’re talking about here, they’re not going to eat you!” Hunk chimed in from the back, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes sparkling with passion as he spoke, “They’re the sweetest ever! Even if you get rejected, I’m sure you’ll be let down gently!” 

  Lance simply looked at Hunk incredulously, 

“Dude…” 

 Keith slammed his head into his arms, his grip on the glass of milk lessening slightly, 

“I mean they’re so…them. You know? And I’m…me.”

  Shiro merely looked on at the interactions with his team, watching as Keith jumped from feeling like he was on top of the world, to feeling like dirt; Hunk and Lance were trying to console Keith, though their ideas of consoling were very different to each other- and Pidge simply stood in their corner, chewing bubblegum, their eyes as wide as ever. 

“C’mon Keith, you’re not that bad! I mean, you gotta weird glove fetish-”

“It’s not a fetish! MY HANDS GET COLD! We’ve been over this!”

“I don’t know man, I’m with Lance on this one,”

“Oh, so we’re taking sides now?”

“Yes.Yes, we are. Thank you, Hunk,”

“I’m going to actually fucking murder you,”

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure that the milk is doing that to you already- AH!” 

  …It was kind of mesmerizing to watch. 

  Like a train crash. 

  You kinda…can’t just look away, can you?

  Shiro laughed at that thought in his mind, his gaze returning to the wrestling paladins on the ground, both screaming obscenities and yelling at each other recklessly, with abandon. 

“What’s going on?” 

  Everyone jumped at your voice- the calm, collected tone had shifted the chaos of the room into that of pure and utter stunned silence,

“Oh! U-uh, hey, Y/n,” Keith said sheepishly, still holding Lance in a headlock- you had heard all of the commotion from down the way- just what in the world is going on?

“Hey, Keith,” You say with a smiling, giggling at the awkward position the red and blue paladin were in, “I think the training room is three doors to the left,” 

  Keith’s eyes widened as if he just noticed Lance, who was now doing his best to not pass out. Promptly dropping Lance to the floor, he swiftly stood up, looking away from you nervously, “I-I, um, we were just seeing how, uh, far we could go without…breathing.” 

  Though your heart said otherwise, you merely nodded your head, “Right…you know, there are easier ways to do that than sticking your friend into a choke-hold, right?” 

  Keith was looking a bit green around his cheeks, suddenly, his face paling as he responded with a very weak, “Right.” 

 - 

  Once again, Shiro felt as if he was watching a train full of orphans derail into a nearby ravine- because good God, it was painful looking at this transpire. 

  Come now, it was obvious! The way you spoke to him, the way you looked at him with your big, glimmering eyes like you just found all the luck in the world- 

  When you looked at him, it was very obvious that your heart seemed to cease its beating. 

  Keith, perhaps, was slightly less romantic. His lips would be pursed, his eyes pulled together as if in anger, his face would turn a very sharp, very scary scarlet- but still full of heart and soul all the same. He loved you, Shiro mused himself, the red paladin, the guardian of fire and known all too well for raising hell-

  he loved you. You crippled his ego, his ‘threat’, his danger…and you made him into the goofy, lovesick mess that couldn’t so much as lay an eye on you for a confession! 

  Perhaps out of spite, or something less ill-intentioned, Lance spoke up, finally catching his breath, 

“Keith wanted to…to tell you something,” 

  You raised an eyebrow, surprised, “Oh?”

  Your crush frantically shook his head, 

“N-No, I don’t!”

  Shiro chuckled, “You sure?” 

“Yes!” Keith cried, “I’m…” his voice cracked, “I’m sure.” 

-

  You bit your lip, bracing yourself, and knocked on the door, 

“Keith?” You called out, “Keith, I have some medication!” 

  A groan was your answer, a sorrowful, embarrassed one, 

“Y/n? I’m…I’m fine…hngh…” 

  Your face scrunched up at Keith’s painful tone, 

“Are…are you sure? Because you had milk earlier, and I know how you can get-”

“Y-Yes! It’s…it’s not as bad as last time!” 

“You were in there for three days, last time!”

“Y-yeah, but I mean…I mean…hnghhh…” Keith’s response ended in another groan, much to your dismay. Sighing, you slid down to the floor, taking a few pills from the bottle, 

“Can you at least take some of these, then? Please? For me?” 

“I…I don’t want to!” 

  By God, it was like fighting with a child, 

“Please? Keith come on, take the damn meds, will you?” 

“I said I don’t need them!” His voice was strained, “Why do you care so…so much anyways?” 

  You gawked at the question, “Because I care, dammit! Why don’t you listen?” 

  He didn’t say much after that. Instead, you quietly rolled the pills under the door, a shadow picking them up, 

“…Thanks, Y/n,” 

  A tug of a smile was on your lips, 

“No problem.”

  It was steady silence thereafter. Occasionally, you’d knock on the door, Keith would respond with a grunt, and the waiting game continued. 

  Did you have anything better to do? 

  Probably.

  Did you care? 

  Not really. 

“…Are you still there, Y/n?” 

“Yeah, something up?”

  He hesitated, his voice lower than usual, 

“This….this is probably a really bad time, um…I…” 

  You didn’t say anything, but your ear moved closer to the bathroom door, Keith simply continued, 

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, Y/n, but I…I appreciate you, and I- uh…” 

“…and?” You pushed, waiting with baited breath for the answer, 

“I like you. A…A lot. A-and I thought that all of this was gonna…uhm…go ruin things, but you’re still here, so…that…that has to count for something, right?” 

-

  It was like watching a train crash, Shiro thought. 

  Looking on from a distance, his body hidden by the shadow of a corner, he watched with a proud grin. 

  It was like watching a train crash because the both of you professed to each other whilst one sat in the bathroom, but Shiro supposed it was about as good a time as any.

  But this time, unlike the morbid curiosity of watching something get destroyed, it was the hopeful aspirations of something a little bit better for you and Keith. 

…Though again, perhaps you and Keith should save the rest of your conversation until much, much later, yeah?

[princesscomplexxox]

Blizzard

►Pairing: JiminxReader (feat. Jin, Ben & Kira)

►Prompt: Two convenience store employees are stuck at work during a blizzard.

►Category: Fluff, maybe a little bit angst(?) ►Words: 2.412 ►Author note: I’m not that happy with this but I wanted to finish it as soon as possible since I wrote it for a friend of mine and it already took me a few weeks (thanks school). I’m gonna focus on some other stories I already started but never finished, and if I have some free time I’m going to write this one better... I want to write it a bit longer too. This is my first story/one-shot/fanfiction/whatever which I uploaded. Please tell me what I have to do better next time. FIGHTING!! ♥

This GIF fits perfectly how I feel rn. (Jimin) *stares at phone* »Why did I upload this.« (Tae) *still staring* »Ohhh~~«

Two convenience store employees are stuck at work during a blizzard.

Unfortunately, this was you and your co-worker, what was his name again? Jimin? You were looking forward to go home. Getting some Chinese takeaway on your way home, watch an episode of your favorite k-drama, take a long hot shower, cuddle up in your bed and read some FF on Tumblr or maybe finally finishing the book you knocked over in your rush earlier, which reminded you it still existed.

However.

You entered the break room and started collecting your stuff. »Purse, mobile, charger, empty food box… That’s it right?« you mumbled to yourself. »You forgot your keys« you heard someone saying behind you with a chuckle underneath it. Your face turned red as you were looking for your keys. As soon as the red had settled down you turned around, facing the young man. He holds your keys in his right hand and as soon as you reached for it, he held it over your head. »Jimin it won’t work since we’re both short, « you said and snatched your keys out of his hand. You started packing your stuff into your bag. Finally done working you thought. The silent sound of the TV in the background made you calm down. You started to think about random stuff; what should I wear tomorrow? Is there still chicken in the fridge? When did I call mom the last time? What kind of birthday present should I buy for my sister? Maybe I should clean my room during the weekend… or maybe not and instead of that just watch Netflix and drink something. Fck I have to do the dishes.

Your phone beeped and you looked at it. It was your friend. You unlocked your phone and opened the chat.

You stared at your phone in disbelief. Tears welling up in your eyes as you started to text Ben.

Why did he cheat on me??? I was always so kind and gave him everything and he just cheated? Really?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Jimin. »HUH?« you heard him pointing out. You turned around and saw him focusing on the TV. »…because of an unexpected snowstorm. Therefore most roads are blocked. The areas will be closed soon so please stay home safe. « »KIDDING?« you shouted while throwing a pillow towards the TV. The boy started laughing. »WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING HUH? « you said raising your voice. »You’re just a cute smol aggressive potato« he chuckled. »ARE YOU CALLING ME SMOL? « you shouted and throw a pillow at him. »AAH, right in the face! « he laughed. You waited for him to throw it back but he was just standing there, watching you and smiling. You rolled your eyes and turned around. Then you felt a pillow hit your head and you breathed in at surprise.

You fell down on the couch laughing and Jimin dropped himself down next to you. The air was filled with your breaths and chuckles. »Do you think someone would notice?« he said still laughing and looking at the floor where a damaged painting, a few decorations, and the pillows laid. You laughed and took some feathers from the ground, feeling the softness of it »how did we even damage the pillows like this??«. You both started laughing again, your belly already hurting from all the laughter. You looked at the clock which was hanging on the wall. Jimin follows your glance. »It’s already 7:12 pm. I’m hungry what about you? « »Me too« you answered while looking in his direction. He stood up and walked over to the fridge. You looked back to the TV and watched the 24/7 news. You heard Jimin open the fridge. »Seems like nothing eatable is in here…«. You sigh. He closed the refrigerator door and walked over to you and stopped in front of you. Your eyes traveled from his black puma Suede Classic+ Sneakers to his black ripped jeans over to his black belt then to his black & white striped oversized shirt to his cute little hand which he held out, half eaten by the oversized shirt. You looked at him questionably. He chuckled and answered »Come, take my hand. We’re going to get us some food. «You reached out for his hand and he pulled you up. Your faces were just a few inches apart. You could smell his perfume or probably aftershave he was wearing. He chuckled, cheeks turning red as he started to walk to the door.

You two arrived at the food section. »You can let go of my hand now…« you said while turning red. »Just in case something happens, I will hold your hand until we’re back in the break room…« he excused himself. “You want to hold my hand in case something will happen to me... Here? « »Yes.«. He started walking and looked around. »What do you want to eat?« he asked. »Actually… I wanted to eat Chinese today…” you said traveling of. »I can make some Korean then!« »Really??« »Yes! What about… Korean beef and Japchae?« he propounds. »Sounds good« you answered and smiled. You two strolled around like 30min until you had all the ingredients.

Luckily enough, the break room had a pretty good kitchen in it. You started to wash the vegetables while Jimin made the marinade for the beef. You keep stealing glances as he put things into it, you couldn’t even pronounce. You two were done at the same time. He put the beef with the marinade in a plastic bag and put it in the fridge. Jimin took two chopping boards and the two of you started cutting the vegetable.

»Done,« you threw your knife in the sink. Jimin chuckled »done with preparing.« »Aw I’m hungry how late is it?« you wailed as you turned around to look at the clock. »8 pm, Jesus,« you added. »The food is almost done; I’m going to fry it now. Can you put plates and cutlery on the table? And maybe some napkins?« he entreats with a sweet voice. »Sure« you smiled and did as he said. First the plates. You opened the kitchen cabinet and tiptoed to reach the daisy colored plates. You placed them nicely on the table and went back to the kitchen. Second the cutlery. You took the coin gray colored cutlery and placed them next to the plates. Right the knife and left the fork. Napkins. You opened the cupboard and kneeled down. There were a lot of napkins. There were green napkins, pink, purple, yellow and red ones too. After searching you took pretty light sky blue colored napkins. You stood up, closed the door and walked to the table. You placed the napkins on the plates and walked back to the kitchen. »Do you know where the glasses are?« you asked. »I think it is in the cabinet above the stove,« Jimin said as he stepped aside so you could take the glasses. As you were reaching for the glasses you smelled fragrant aroma of the food. »Omg Jimin. That smells so amazing!!« you said looking at him. His cheeks turned cotton candy pink »I hope it will taste like it smells« he said while scratching his neck. You chuckled and set the glasses on the table. You poured some banana milk into the glasses for the both of you. After you closed the bottle you sat down and waited for the food to get ready. You couldn’t help yourself but steal glances of him. He’s so boyfriend material.

»The food is done~,backward« Jimin said in a singsong voice. He served the dishes and set down. »Omg that looks soooo good and it smells amazing!! « you said smiling. »Let’s eat,« Jimin said and the both of you dug in. »Oh ish sho goof,« you said with your mouth full. Jimin smiled at you and sipped at his banana milk »Aaaah~ this tastes like childhood«. You chuckled in response. »I didn’t know you could cook so well« »me neither« silence filled the room. Then the both of you started laughing. »Actually I can’t cook. I got help from my hyung, his name is Jin. He’s really good at cooking; he even has his own restaurant.« »Really?« you replied in amazement. »Yes, « he chuckled. »We could go there« he almost whispered »like friends” he added. A chuckle escaped your lips as you nod, cheeks burning up. He broke the silence with a random topic: dancing. The sparkle in his eyes as he explained some dance moves he just learned with two friends of him. You listened carefully, totally adoring his passion for dancing.

You let the water run into the sink and added soap while watching the bubbles coming up. The sink was full and you started to clean your plate as Jimin threw a sponge in the sink, which caused water to splash and hit you. »JIMIN« you exclaimed, earning a giggle from him. You took the sponge and threw it in his direction, which caused a water battle between the two of you.

You peeked out of the room into the shop to search Jimin, because he was hiding, only to be meet with a sponge. You throw a sponge in the direction the other one came from only earning a bottle to drop, luckily for you, it was a plastic bottle. You took your sponge, ran through the aisles and searched Jimin. You sneaked around so he won't hear you. You heard something plastic drop, maybe chips... that means two aisles further. You crawled to the chips section and peeked in it. There was Jimin, not knowing you saw him. He crept the opposite direction that you were. You tiptoed in his direction. He was in front of you.

What should I do...

u thought and took the bottle, opened it and poured it over his head. He turned around immediately and sprinted away while throwing a sponge at you. »You are playing unfair, huh?« he yelled while running u saw him taking a 2L water bottle and a bucket. He purred the water in it. You hide behind the shelves and tried to breathe calmly. You heard him walk around and you walked the opposite direction. Sudden silence caught your attention. You stood still and waited for any kind of noise. You went three steps backward and felt something slightly hit your back. A wall? No, it was too soft plus you just came from there. You turned around to face Jimin. A smirk painting his face as he purred the water over you. You yelped and he started laughing. »Not fair Jimin,« you pouted. He couldn’t stop smiling. »What?« you snapped. »Nothing« he smiled at you and a small smile appearing on your face too. »How come I didn’t hear you?« you questioned. »I took my shoes off« he responded. »Ooh…«. He stood up and held his hand in front of you to help you up. Your cheeks got a light pink shade as you took his hand and he pulled you up. The two of you walked to the break room without saying anything. As you two entered the room he closed the door and took of his shirt. Your eyes widened as you didn’t knew where to watch. He smirked and hand you his shirt. You gulped as your eyes went from his belly to his shirt. »Take it« he said. You slowly reached for his shirt and took it. You stared at him. He came closer and whispered »wear it, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something,« you slightly nod. »are you waiting for something? « he said. »Yes. Turn around perv!« you said while hitting him with the shirt. »So when I strip in front of you, you can just watch me and when you take off your shirt I have to turn around, huh?« he said playfully. You throw a glance at him whereupon he rolled his eyes and turned around. »Don’t look,« you warned him. You turned slightly to the side and changed your shirt. »Done,« you said and he looked at you. »Nice tattoo« he smiled. »Hm? What- YAH! I said don’t look!« you said with raised voice. »Yeah yeah,« he responded and yawned. He took the fluffy red blanket from the couch and put it over him, stretching his arms out in your direction. He chuckled at your puzzled expression and said: »Hug me!«. You didn’t move so he began to pout.

He’s so adorable

you thought. You looked over to the clock.

10:43pm.

Jimin went to the kitchen and put something in the microwave. You lay down on the couch drifted off with your thoughts as Jimin’s head popped up in your vision. »I asked you something« he smiled. »Hm? Oh sorry… I’m tired…« »It’s okay,« he responded »so… do you want hot chocolate or not?« »Of course« you grinned. He handed you a mug of hot chocolate, whipped cream, and marshmallows while you set up so you don’t spill anything. He set beside you and sipped at his drink. You did the same. He looked at you and asked, »do you like it? «. You lowered your mug and smiled »yes«. He chuckled and wiped the whipped cream with his thumb from your lips. Your face turning red from his action which caused him to laugh. »You’re so adorable,11pm« he said while you hide your face.

The empty cups where on the table, next to the empty marshmallow package and some slimy marshmallows from the cubby-bunny-challenge. The candles give it all a Tumblr look (since it’s 11:23 pm and the light turn off11 pmyou two had to lit up a few candles). You lay on the couch with your feet up. Jimin stood up and stretched himself. He took the mugs and the plastic bag to bring it to the kitchen. You looked at his bare back as he walked and set the dishes away and as soon as he turned around to walk back you immediately turned away and set up. He lay down on the couch. »I’m tired,« he said with a sleepy voice. You just hummed in response. »I’m cold« he whispered. You reached for the blanket as he took your hand and pulled you to his chest. He gave you a small kiss on your forehead. »Good night,« he said. »Good night« you mumbled back.

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Dental care secret

Just as one experienced Dentist working in a very general practice for fourty years, I've always placed our patient's welfare and dental concerns to start with. I believe that every single individual young or previous, has the right to get examined, diagnosed and treated by the licensing Dentist. You as being a dental patient have the correct to be examined and treated in a very safe, healthy environment with the Dentist of your deciding on. You have the to receive prompt emergency service whether you'll be able to pay for that assistance or not. You contain the right to be informed in the treatments you may require plus the cost associated with those people treatments. These treatments proposed must be explained in laymen's terms and with any alternative options. An effective, caring, dentist will present you with an explanation as to why some treatment has been encouraged. There are usually both disadvantages and benefits to the possible therapies suggested. Every patient contains the right to receive dental care to the accepted standards in the Dental Profession. Each and every patient contains the right to an avenue through which to file a grouse against a dentist. All dentists have the duty and obligation to report to her or his licensing review body just about any unprofessional conduct or malfunction to provide treatment as stated by currently accepted professional criteria. That said, dentists contain the responsibility and obligation thus to their colleagues as well. In the best interest of the public, dentists are encouraged for you to consult and communicate collectively regarding previous treatments which are rendered A healthy smile is a superb indication of a satisfied child! Here are some children's dental health tips that if adhered way too, will help prevent just about any child from suffering your unnecessary embarrassment and ache of tooth decay. Start off early! When that 1st tooth erupts, approximately at six months time of age, clean the tooth which has a damp cloth. As additional teeth erupt into position, use a very delicate child's tooth brush. Placing the tooth brush in hot regular faucet water will make the comb bristles even softer. I want to discuss the "Baby Package Tooth decay syndrome". Baby bottle tooth decay occurs every time a baby's teeth come into frequent hitting the ground with sugars from liquid carbohydrates including fruit juices, milk, system, sugar water or some other sweet drink substitute. Even human breast milk might cause tooth decay as effectively. As these liquids stop working into simple sugars inside oral cavity, the bacteria inside mouth break down these kind of sugars into acids that will subsequently cause tooth rot away. If untreated, decayed teeth damage, are unsightly, and create eating and chewing tough. Why would any responsible parent need to contribute to their infant child's poor dental health status.? If baby enamel are damaged and missing prematurely, they will not be found to help guide your later developing permanent enamel into place. YES! Baby teeth will be replaced at a later date however they MUST always be kept healthy to supplement the baby's overall general well-being and health! Naturally the baby might not exactly like you cleaning their teeth which has a face cloth or everything else, but you must undertake it. Even if you only spend minutes at it. When a child is around two years old, all of their 20 baby teeth must be present. You may want to get started on using a little toothpaste right now. Most young children around this age may not permit you to do this procedure. They may want to do it themselves. Let them do it. We know they are not able to a detailed or adequate job but teaching them for this is much more important as opposed to final results. Hopefully, they may eventually co-operate and permit you to help them brush his or her teeth. One way to allow them to have the idea is for you to brush your teeth first looking at them. Tell them why anyone brush your teeth and ask them if you possibly could show them and support them brush their enamel. If you get excessive resistance, you have to look at charge. You are your "Boss". I'm not saying you must be aggressive, but you have to be assertive and determined. Once you start using a tooth gravy, make sure it has fluoride within it. Children at an early age will usually swallow the tooth paste so make certain not to give them excessive. A small pea sized component to tooth paste is enough. Fluoride is very critical in fighting tooth rot away. Have the child throw out the toothpaste after which it follow with a mouth-rinse involving water. I don't believe a youngster is capable of cleaning their teeth properly, until they have got the dexterity to tie their unique shoes. The same goes for flossing in the teeth as well or even more so. That said, there brushing techniques must be supervised until they are nine or years old and beyond. You'll be able to serve as a very good role model by practicing good dental health care habits and timetable regular dental visits pertaining to checkups and cleaning prearranged appointments when necessary. You know I've been recently telling you how to maintain your children's teeth in order to avoid costly tooth decay but the simplest way to prevent tooth decay, should be to prevent your child from consuming excessive sugar in any design or form. We know all children love candy the slightest bit they can get the idea. Eating the candy will not be an issue if they have got good home care cleaning and flossing habits. But because most children will not have these good habits while very young, you must reduce the number of sugar they consume of their daily diet. It is imperative to make note of that not all options for sugar come available as candy per se. You'll find what I call many varieties of "HIDDEN SUGARS ". By way of example, there is sugar in numerous pops and fruit- similar to beverages that children like to drink. There is sweets in cookies, ketchup, breakfast cereals and periodontal, bubble gum and meal icings. As a subject of fact, there will be more hidden sugars in breakfast cereals than in a other source of food we can think of. Your sugar-coated breakfast cereals are generally absolute dynamite on childrens teeth. If I got my way, they can be banned from the market shelves. Children love most of these cereals because they are generally sweet. But a combined milk and these cereals with poor brushing and flossing practices, is a dental disaster waiting to occur. Even eating these varieties of cereals in the dry form are certainly not much better. They become very tenacious on the teeth and create a good challenge for a child to scrub adequately. The worst thing you may ever do is give your sons or daughters milk and cereal before bedtime but not make or help these people clean their teeth extensively. One thing I certainly not allowed my three children to nibble on was any hard candy available as suckers, lifesavers, lollipops, toffee, jawbreakers, anyone name it. I did permit the crooks to eat any form of candy that they can could chew and swallow in much very less time of time. Hard candies take a very long time to consume and therefore have serious consequences for the rate of decay inside mouth. Chronic drinking involving Soda pops and substantial sugar content fruit products, are not recommended and really should be avoided if probable. To this day, my two older boys also have no cavities and neither one too have a desire to eat sweets often. My third child, a new daughter, did develop a special tooth and had a few small cavities when the girl was 7 or 8 years of age. Here are some good tips that truly works. Sit your kids down once every seven days or once a thirty day period and let them eat each of the soft candy they desire. Believe me they is certain to get tired of it. As soon as they have finished eating all they really want, ask them to get brush their teeth extensively and wait until so when they want another very good feed. Man is a new creature of habit. Why not instill many of the good habits instead in the bad habits. It takes the same volume of effort but the final outcome is often rather different and beneficial. Here are several tips to help reduce baby bottle tooth rot away: * To calm a newborn during the daytime, allow them to have a bottle of water or possibly a pacifier, instead of take advantage of or juice. * CERTAINLY NOT! NEVER dip the pacifier right jar of honey as well as other sugary liquids. * In bedtime, DON'T EVER put the to sleep with a new bottle of sugary fluids, watered down fruit state of mind like apple juice, as well as milk. Give them water as an alternative. * Don't ever allow the to feed continuously during the entire night while sleeping. Utilize a pacifier instead. * Don't ever add sugar for a baby's food! * Utilize a wet cloth to get rid of your baby's teeth immediately after their feeding. * Inquire your dentist about your current baby's fluoride requirements. * Teach your baby to drink coming from a cup by her or his first birthday. Granted the strategies presented take some effort and perseverance on the part, but believe us, it will be worth it and you'll literally save hundreds, if not lots of money worth of dental treatment in the formative years of your son or daughter's life. According to the midst of Disease Control, tooth decay is just about the most common infectious ailments among U. S. young children. That said, these statistics usually can all of which will a apply to children in Canada and also other Western countries of the globe! This is a sad statement inside my view because this health condition is totally preventable. 28 percent of children old 2 to 5 years have had decay in his or her primary or baby enamel. By the time they reach age 11, approximately half of such children will have seasoned decay issues. By age nineteen, tooth decay in everlasting teeth will effect 68% coming from all adolescents. These are alarming statistics and think that simply by employing some preventive measures, they may be drastically reduced or taken away altogether. It appears that minimal income families have two times as much untreated decay when compared with children from families using higher incomes. As My spouse and i eluded to earlier, Dental care Decay is preventable! There exists an old proverb inch 1 once of elimination, is worth a lb . of cure". One of the main obligations of an parent is to venture to any lengths to shield their children from most harm. And yet, countless parents neglect their children's dental health for one reason as well as another. Although there definitely seems to be an increased interest throughout Dentistry for children right now, this field is still a theme of widespread pubic lack of education and misinformation. Many people still feel that the "Baby" teeth are certainly not important because they will certainly eventually be lost and also a new permanent set involving teeth will subsequently comply with. This is a phony and dangerous notion given it had led to significant defects in health, visual appeal and personalities. A great number of individuals might have had his or her lives drastically altered to the BETTER, if they had received adequate dental treatment in their childhood. A mature, common, false notion existed that will "Baby teeth " were much easier to treat that adult enamel. This was because a new Dentist may not must do his or her ideal work, because these teeth are going to be lost eventually. What a new ridiculous thought! On your contrary. These Primary as well as Deciduous teeth, (baby teeth or milk teeth) when they are quite often called too, are very totally different from permanent or secondary enamel, being lighter in coloring, (whiter) and smaller in space than their successors. They actually require more attention and the most beneficial work that a dentist offers. The fact that they may subsequently be lost is totally irrelevant to products you can care they should get. The development of pearly white's begins long before the their eruption in the oral cavity. Their formation can begin as soon as the seventh week involving pregnancy. That said, the 1st teeth to erupt will never do so until about the six month immediately after birth. This of course may vary because some infants have been considered born with teeth by now exposed. If the sequence involving eruption pattern for baby teeth won't adhere to the regular pattern exactly, Do certainly not be alarmed! Remember, a number of children do develop more rapidly than others. The mechanism by that the deciduous teeth are replaced with the permanent teeth is remarkable and is just about the most striking examples involving nature's ingenuity. By age two over, all of the twenty Baby teeth must be present and visible inside mouth of a little one. As a permanent tooth is constantly on the develop after birth, it begins to undertake the jaw towards the gum tissue plus the baby tooth it'll eventually replace. When the erupting permanent tooth rubs facing the root of the newborn tooth, it causes a modern resorption or erosion of that root to occur. Ultimately, resulting in that resorbed root to acquire shorter and shorter until eventually it becomes lose plus the remaining tooth falls out and is also replaced by the everlasting tooth. By this exclusive eruption pattern, the baby tooth is permitted to and fulfil its necessary functions approximately the last moment including; chewing and guiding the development in the jaws and maintaining space required to accommodate the bigger permanent tooth. The premature decrease of baby teeth, can bring about several problems. Drifting may appear of adjacent teeth, producing loss of space to match the eruption of the bigger permanent teeth. One that is common causes of your need for expensive orthodontic therapies, is due to quick space loss that can occur while very young. Poorly positioned teeth often cause irregularities inside jaw's formations resulting in distortion of an profile, facial asymmetry along with general outward appearance. The resulting effect upon a persons facial asymmetry can be be extremely profound and can position enormous influences upon your individuals success, happiness along with overall personal development. Tend not to underestimate the importance involving Baby teeth. With preventive measures that will take time and a number of perseverance, you can save your child a great deal of anguish, pain, unpleasantry and yourself a great deal of stress and pocket income. I'm a retired dentist who not like to see you have ripped off by your incompetent dentist who merely cares about his as well as hers financial welfare in lieu of yours. I don't want you the individual, to be over serviced and cheated by any member in the dental profession. You have rights as being a dental patient and you deserve to get treated, promptly, fairly and competently by the dentist of your deciding on.

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