#he dressed up and did his hair for you. so you can take ibuprofen together. isn't that great?

[daily-pat]

Like?? Sure I guess.

[zoeysdamn]

Headcanon (crack): Wednesday’s characters being drunk

Don’t ask me why. @beggingforxavierthorpe​ and I talked and boom -- crack thoughts, you know the drill

Wednesday: 

Doesn’t get drunk easily, is used to fancy wines from family dinners; it takes around a whole bottle to get her tipsy.  

Prefers old age whisky (or nail polish remover)

Blunt af – even more than usual it is

But it also means blunting compliments

“Your dress is nicely complimenting your body, Enid”

“....I’m sorry wHAT– “

“I said what I said”

0 sense of danger

Like, none

Would accept any dare, I swear to god

“Hey Wednesday, bet you can’t walk barefoot on that electric line”

“Hold my beer–” 

Probably confessed a hella lot of personal stuff to Thing without realizing it

(he’ll keep it to himself, he’s not suicidal)

If she tolerates a hug more than 5 seconds, she’s wasted 

Enid: 

Can hold her liquor for like three cups top – after that she’s a goner

Will deny she gets drunk 

Switch between sad drunk, happy drunk, and cuddly drunk

Also will fight God in a fistfight on her 6th drink 

Sad drunk Enid will cry her heart out and cuddle you over any random subject. Last episode of her favorite show? Yep. The caramel dessert at the cafeteria at lunch? Absolutely. Yoko wearing the same outfit as her at the last party? She’ll cry on your shoulder. Mommy issues? bOI bring the tissues. 

Karaoke is a must do; don’t tempt her with a mic, you’ll have the full Taylor Swift discography blasted ‘til daylight 

Came become suspicious of everyone on her top drunk state: she’ll be sure one of the guest is actually principal Weems in disguise 

Probably had show her boobs on top of a table for fun (sober Wednesday had to pull her down)

Gets whiny when the alcohol starts to wear off 

Already ended up asleep upside down in a bathtub – somehow always wakes up in her bed 

Ajax: 

Mildly light weight; can hold his beer as much as he wants, but anything stronger and he’s gone. 

At 3 drinks he thinks he’s a good singer; at 5 he’ll demonstrate it (he’s not) 

Definitely an affectionate drunk 

Will hug anyone – anyone

The only person who had tackled Bianca Barclay into a surprise hug and lived 

Bc drunk Ajax is a gentle giant too cute for his own good

Actually managed to get away after being busted by Ms Thornhill as he stumbled drunk in the school’s corridor 

Asks the dumbest yet most legit questions

“So snakes are basically walking on their bellies?”

“D’you think Weems can have a baby with herself? I mean theoretically–” 

“If I stone someone during sex and pull out, do I pull the sword out of the stone?” 

Loves everyone, will die for everyone if you ask enough (just ask him)

Saw a bearded man once and hugged him while crying “Dumbledore, you’re alive!!” 

Xavier and Yoko filmed the scene; it’s an official meme of Nevermore now 

Harder drunker, so somehow the best at knowing all the tricks how to handle hangovers 

Will leave ibuprofen and bottles of water in the bathroom every time the party’s in his room

Xavier: 

Also familiar with fancy drinks (family dinners and all)

Ajax definitely made fun of him during their first time drinking together because of that 

Will defy anyone in a drinking contest – will most likely win but at what cost 

Knows when he’s drunk, will have another drink to celebrate it 

Needs no more than 3 drinks to dramatically turn to Ajax singing like he’s a judge in The Voice 

Hair has no rule anymore: past 5 drinks, Xavier will let anyone try any hair style on him – should he end up with a palm tree hairstyle (he definitely did. Multiple time.)

Instaured a socks race with Enid to establish a winner in beer pong in case it ends in a tie

The scale of drunken Xavier can be established by the corny nicknames he uses: babe, sweetheart? Getting tipsy. Muffin, baby doll? Drunk. Sexy cake, pudding, honeybun? Definitely drunk. Baby boo, Sugar pie? Bro you’re wasted af, drop this drink right now and stop trying to hit on the coat hanger.

Emotional drunk; the daddy issues WILL show and the emo playlist will be brought up.

Also somehow a bitchy drunk. Will make a gossip club with Yoko and Wednesday on the spot to bitch about every single guest while sipping mojitos and margaritas. 

Bianca: 

Will drown a bottle of tequila without blinking an eye and then recite an entire Shakespeare sonnet without stuttering 

Slightly emotional drunk, but also a loud drunk

Like, legit sounds like Cardi B laughing while drunk – a hyena

Brutally honest with you, but more prone to help you after a few drinks 

Dance monster on her 4th drink; don’t try to stop her getting on the dancefloor 

Taster of every new mix by Yoko; she has excellent cocktail tastes 

Will cry watching ‘Monsters Inc.’ on her 5th drink, will absolutely trash talk the little mermaid tho

The strongest drinker – it takes a lot to actually get her drunk

So she always end up being the referee to all drinking games (which she’s most likely to have instigated)

Have tons of pics of her friends during their drunken antics – goldmine. 

Mama bear taking care of the drunk crew 

Tyler: 

No filter whatsoever

Will either broke down into tears or unleash anger 

Would fight anyone too 

Not a lightweight but doesn’t know how to handle the amount of liquor he’s drinking 

Conspiracy theories after the 5th drink. So. much. theories. 

Had improvised a drunk strip tease once; will not do that again (for free)

Actually received a lot of compliments after that

The official coffee supplier of the crew on hangovers 

“Give me a pint of that coffee, Galpin” 

Around 4am, he’s usually taken by the urge to stress/hangover clean everything. Will do all the dishes to sleep off the alcohol. 

Will alternatively flirt or try to fight everyone, no middle ground 

He’ll actually defend any of his drunk friends being harassed 

High chances he’d join the bitch club too; Enid once photoshopped his, Xavier, and Yoko’s faces on the ‘Mean girls’ poster

(every one of them had secretly that printed in their locker)

Also a mother hen – at least he tries

Bonus: Principal Weems

Did indeed transform herself into a student to attend a party 

Quickly understood why she preferred a glass of Chardonnay in her cozy office

The sole time she threw up after a party thanks to cheap vodka

Also had to purposefully ignore some students after that – some pictures can’t be erased 

[ageofbajabule]

Dear Patience | Part Three

Jake Kiszka x F! Reader x Sam Kiszka (no creepy disgusting shit)

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!! Angst, some violence (nothing crazy), alcohol consumption, fluff, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: A LOT HAPPENS. Love, hate, passion.

Author’s Note: I apologize in advance for the time jump and if things seem a little wild… :) BARE WITH ME. This is getting exciting as much for you as it is for me. I really enjoyed writing this chapter for y’all. Stay tuned for more❤️

Dear Patience Masterlist

General Masterlist

Apple Music Playlist

Spotify Playlist

You woke up in your own bed, not sure of how you got yourself home last night. But you did. You had a pounding migraine, and crawled out of bed you got yourself some ibuprofen and started up a bath. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, makeup smeared and still wearing the dress from last night.

You stripped yourself of the clothes you were wearing, seeing the small pink marks left behind from last night. Running your fingers over them, giggling to yourself having flashbacks of last night's events.

The moments shared with Jake were thrilling but also painful at the same time. How could he be so good, but bad at the same time. You don’t deserve how he treats you, and he sure as hell doesn’t deserve you… But you felt that there was possibly a way that he could change.

And then you remembered, Josh and you had shared a kiss. ‘Oh no. What have I done…’ You got into the bath scrubbing your body clean from last night. ‘I fucked up big time…’ You sighed, sitting in the tub. You heard your phone go off, reaching over to grab it. It was a text from Josh.

Joshy: Hey, when you get a chance can we meet up and talk?

You felt your heart drop. Could’ve sworn it fell out of your ass.

You: Of course, where did you want to meet?

Joshy: Meet me at Crystal’s Cafe? I’ll buy you coffee. :)

You: I’ll meet you there in 30?

Joshy: Sounds good.

You put your phone down, finish cleaning your hair then get out drying off. You decided to just comb your hair then put it into french braids to let it dry and take it out later. You put makeup over the marks left behind by Jake. You opted to be comfy and wore leggings, with a t-shirt and a zip up jacket. Slipping your vans on, you grabbed your keys heading out to meet Josh.

Surely he was going to talk about last night. What else could it be about? You felt your nerves getting the best of you and decided to just brush it off. You can’t stress yourself out when you don’t know what it’ll be about.

On your drive over all you could think about is what Sam would have to say about all of it. Would he be mad at you? Would he be upset or concerned? All you knew is that you have to figure this all out so you wouldn’t potentially ruin the friendships you have. You finally pulled up to the cafe parking in front of it. Getting out of your car, you walk into the place meeting Josh.

“Hey Josh.” You smiled at him, going in for a hug. “Hey Y/N.” He smiled, engulfing you into the hug. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot.” He broke from the hug afterwards. “Of course. Besides free coffee.” You giggled, walking to the line to order. You ordered your usual, a macchiato latte, while Josh opted for tea. The two of you then sat down at a table near a window.

“So…” You looked at him taking a sip of your latte. He nodded, putting his hands together. “About last night… I’m sorry. I was drunk and… Well you know how I am. A hopeless romantic.” He chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his head. “It’s okay Josh, I understand we all do things sometimes we don’t really mean to do when we’re drunk.” You giggled reassuring him. “Um about that. I did mean it, but I didn’t want to upset Sam, so we need to be sure not to tell him.” You almost choked on your drink, “Oh um. Yeah, I won’t say anything to him. But quick question, does Sam like me?” You looked at Josh.

“Y/N… Sam has loved you since middle school, he still goes on and on about you.” He chuckled while taking a sip from his tea. You felt your heart drop again. Oh no. Now this is just messier than before, you slept with your best friend's brother, and kissed his other brother!

“Oh wow. I guess I never really paid attention…” You felt your cheeks get hot. “I think Sam was going to say something today, or soon. That’s why he was all excited to tell you about the new album.” You bit your lip, “I think you should talk to Sam, and figure things out.” Josh smiled at you reassuringly. You nodded, “You’re right. If I don’t talk to him now, who knows when this will come out.” You giggled.

Josh and you had just continued to talk about the upcoming album finishing up your drinks. Sam had texted you to come over to his apartment, “Hey. That was him, I should get going.” You smiled, “But I really appreciate you telling me this Josh. You’re a great guy, and you’ll find someone who truly feels the same way about you.” You stood up as he did, before hugging him you kissed his cheek then went your separate ways.

You felt butterflies in your stomach on the drive to Sam’s. It never once crossed your mind that Sam had these feelings. The drive felt like forever to get to Sam’s, but surely enough you arrived. You parked your car, getting out nervously walking into the complex you knocked on his door. Within seconds he opened the door with a big smile on his face. “Hey bug! Come in.” He motioned you to come in, you smiled, placing your keys and purse on the counter. “So, what did you want me over for?” You walked into the living room, sitting on the couch.

Sam followed behind you sitting beside you. “This has been on my mind for a while… And I don’t know why I waited this long…” He grabbed your hand running his thumb over it. “Y/N, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.” He started to get nervous, “And I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just don’t want this to ruin our friendship.” He looked up at you, “Sam. I love you too…” You intertwined your hands. “I guess I just kept denying feelings, I was worried about what would happen with our friendship…” You looked down, then Sam lifted your chin up. “I don’t think we could ever ruin our friendship bug…”

You smiled softly, he pulled your face close to his kissing your lips softly. You kissed him back, placing your hand on his cheek. Sam then pulled away, “So… this is official then?” He chuckled, you nodded. “This is official.” You giggled pulling him in for another kiss.

Sorry in advance for the time jump.

10 Months Later

You and Sam had been dating now for almost a year, it was nearly Christmas. The both of you had been inseparable ever since you confessed your feelings to one another. You had spent a lot of time with Sam in fact he had moved into your apartment. Danny was upset, but happy for the both of you.

Often times you spent with Sam was at the studio since they were working on the newer album. Everything was great. Their talent was really shining through. Especially Jake… You often thought of him, and you felt wrong for it being you were with Sam. But you couldn’t help it, there were things Jake did differently than Sam did. They were the complete opposites of one another.

“Y/N! Are you ready? I don’t want to make my mom pissed…” Sam yelled in the apartment you two shared. You had finished getting changed, “Yeah! I’ll be out there in a minute.” Tonight was the family Christmas party at Kelly and Karen’s house. You finished the last touches to your hair and sprayed some perfume on. Grabbing your phone and slipping your heels on. “I’m ready.” You smiled, kissing Sam on the cheek. Sam rushed you out of the apartment, opening the door to his car to let you get in first.

The both of you didn’t live very far from where the boys grew up. In fact you only lived 5 minutes away. Sam wanted to remain close to where his parents lived. You were nervous about tonight, you hadn’t really seen Jake outside of the studio. Jake and you had kept your distance ever since that night together…

Nothing was ever brought up of it, so you were sure to believe he probably had no recollection of that evening. Once Sam had pulled into the driveway he got out of the car, letting you out as well. You both walked up to the front door, entering the home immediately greeted by Karen. “Oh you’re here!” She smiled, pulling you both in for a hug. “Sorry if we were running late, I was taking a bit.” Karen shook her head smiling, “It’s okay dear! Jake hasn’t even gotten here yet.” She helped hang your coats on the coat rack. “Just help yourself to some drinks until he shows up.” She smiled, you nodded.

Jake was going to be here tonight… You’re hopeful that the two of you could not be around one another. But that wouldn’t be the case. You made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink, and eat some crackers and cheese. You were greeted by Ronnie. “Hey!” You smiled pulling her into a hug, “How’s Hawaii been?” “It’s been great! It’s so beautiful there… How have things been for you and Sam?” She smiled softly, “Things have been going well!”

Ronnie and you talked for a good hour catching up on things and filling her in on all the silly things Sam has gotten into. Then you heard Karen yell all excitedly seeing Jake appear in the living room. You looked up trying to avoid eye contact, but Jake’s eyes wandered to find yours. You put your head down playing it off that you weren’t looking, but if anyone could see they would know you definitely were. “I was starting to worry that you got snowed in…” Karen hugged Jake tightly, “No mom, just some asshole driver taking their sweet old time…” He hugged her back, giving a tight squeeze before letting go.

Sam then made his way to hug his brother, giving each other a pat on the back. Ronnie and Josh attacked Jake with a hug jokingly beating him up, as Sam made his way to the kitchen to grab a drink. Jake then made his way over to you, you stood up from the couch hugging him but not too tight to make things awkward. “Nice to see you darlin…” He whispered so that only you could hear the nickname. It sent chills down your spine, “Nice to see you too Jake.” You kept it short, and departed from the hug.

You shook off the interaction and went to join everyone at the dining table helping Karen bring out the dishes of food. “Thank you so much for helping.” She grabbed your hand with hers and rubbed it. “Of course! What kind of person would I be if I didn't?” You smiled and followed her to the dining room setting the food down.

You sat down beside Sam, leaving an empty spot beside you. Jake had come into the room sitting beside you, he smiled softly at you before taking a sip of his beer. You felt your cheeks get hot, and took a sip of your wine. Sam noticed you were tense and grabbed your hand running his thumb across it softly. You turned to look at him smiling softly.

Dinner went rather smoothly, Sam had helped Karen clean the table up while Ronnie and Kelly brought dessert to the table. You were having a conversation with Josh, talking about how he was going to get a perm soon since he was overdue for one. While you were talking to Josh, Jake moved his hand to your thigh running it up and down slowly. It made you jump a little, but you played it off that you were just chilly and swatted his hand away. But he just squeezed your leg a little bit.

You smiled softly, keeping a conversation with Josh as everyone returned to sit down for dessert. You grabbed a slice of cheesecake while everyone else grabbed something that caught their own eye. Karen had left the room to grab whatever it may be, and returned shortly after with small gifts. “I know Christmas is soon, but these gifts I couldn’t hold onto any longer…” She giggled softly, handing everyone their own gifts.

You opened yours revealing a nice pair of earrings and a necklace to match it. “Oh Karen, these are beautiful!” You smiled immediately putting them on. Ronnie had received a new laptop, Josh received a new camera for filming while they tour. Jake was given new strings for his guitar and Sam had received a gift for a skiing trip.

“Mom, this is only for one person…” Sam looked up at Karen. “I know dear. This trip is for you and Danny. His parents got him this as well.” She smiled softly, Sam looked sad. “It’s alright Sammy, it’ll be a fun trip for the two of you. Besides, I'm horrible at skiing.” You giggled softly, kissing his cheek. “But…” “Sam, no arguments. It’s a nice gesture from your parents.” He nodded, and got up to hug the both of them tightly. “Thank you.” He smiled leaving the room to call Danny.

“I know he needs some guy time, he’s always up your ass. And I figure you needed a week off.” Karen smiled, hugging you laughing softly. “He’ll enjoy it, and I will enjoy my time away as well.” You laughed with her.

You excused yourself to use the bathroom. You went upstairs to use the restroom in case anyone wanted to use the one on the main floor. You finished up fixing your hair, exiting the bathroom you bumped into Jake. “Oh, I'm sorry.” You look at him, “It’s alright darlin.” “Jake, enough with the nickname…” You looked up at him. “I just want you to know that, I’d keep an eye out for Sammy…” Jake looked at you, you gave him a weird look. “What exactly are you implying?” You crossed your arms, “Sammy tends to do things he shouldn’t when he’s away from home.” You laughed softly, “Sam would never hurt me, if that’s what you’re trying to imply.” Jake shrugged, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” You pushed past Jake walking downstairs.

What was that all about? Jake is probably just jealous that Sam is with you, and he isn’t. He’s trying to play these games, but you’re not partaking in it. Or was Jake actually looking out for you? No. It can’t possibly, Jake never looked out for you before, why would he now?

“Are you ready to head home Sam?” You smiled, grabbing your coat. He nodded, “Yeah.” You grabbed his coat as well, saying your goodbyes to everyone before leaving. Jake looked at you, his burning right through you as you left the house.

1 Month Later

Sam had decided to take his Ski trip after the new year with Danny, so that he could spend every minute of the holiday season with you. You had been thinking about what Jake had said that night at their parents house. Would Sam actually do something to hurt you? He wouldn’t cheat would he?

Why are you freaking out, when you felt guilty for the fact you slept with Jake the night before getting together with Sam. Jake is just trying to get under your skin, he isn’t trying to be the good guy. Why else would he get involved?

It had been a couple days that Sam left for his trip with Danny. They both talked to you everyday, keeping you up to date with their daily activities. That was until the final night at the Ski lodge he was staying at. It was 2 in the morning, your phone was ringing. Danny was calling you, why is he calling at 2 in the morning?

“Hello?” Your voice was groggy, “Y/N…” You sat up from your bed. “What’s wrong Danny?” “It’s Sam… I had to tell you, he begged me not to. But I can’t keep this from you, my best friend.” “Danny just spit it out.” You felt your heart racing, “Sam cheated on you…” That’s when your heart sank. “S-sam did what now..?” Your voice cracked as tears started to fill your eyes. “I’m so sorry Y/N, this isn’t how I wanted you to find out. But you needed to know. I know he’s going to be mad at me for this, but you don’t deserve to be lied to.” Danny sighed on the other end of the phone.

The tears started to roll down your face, “Danny can I call you in the morning? I need to clear my head…” You could hear Danny shuffling, “If you need anything, and I mean anything. Please just let me know…” “Thank you Danny… I will. Um just tell Sam not to contact me. I don’t really want him to bother me.” You started to break down, “I love you Danny, i’ll see you when you get home.” Danny said his goodbye to you and you hung up.

So Jake was right… He wasn’t trying anything. And you just tried to brush it off thinking Sam was better than that. And you were just proven wrong. You got up from your bed and started packing Sam’s belongings. You didn’t want to hear anything from him at all. No excuses, no explanations, nothing.

The next few days you remained in your apartment, Danny had come to check in on you. Bringing you food, keeping you company. He even helped Sam move his stuff back into their shared apartment. “Y/N… You have to get out of this place. It’s not good for you to be all cooped up.” Danny sat down next to you handing you a coffee. “Danny, I just… I feel embarrassed. Like why would he do that?” You sniffled, as Danny wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him. “I don’t know… I would’ve never expected that from him. Especially for how much he went on about you over the years we’ve been friends.”

You hugged Danny tightly. “I’m gonna take a shower. And go out to the bar tonight. Will you come with me?” You smiled at him. “Of course. Do you want me to pick you up?” He got up from the couch, “Yes please. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” You smiled, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for being here, I really appreciate it.” “Of course, that’s what best friends are for.” He chuckled softly, leaving your apartment.

That’s when you headed to the bathroom to start the shower. Sam had tried texting you to talk to you, but you just ignored him. You weren’t ready to talk with him yet, and you sure as hell didn’t want to see him either. After your shower, you blew dried your hair and did your makeup lightly. And changed into a semi casual outfit. Perfect for a night out drinking. You texted Danny letting him know you were ready to hit the bars.

Within 15 minutes he arrived, honking the horn to let you know he was outside. Before stepping out you put a jacket on and grabbed your purse and headed out the door. You got into his car, and he drove off to the first dive bar of the night. “Thank you again Danny.” You smiled at him, “Any time!” He smiled back at you.

The first bar you arrived too was busy, but it was expected considering it was a Saturday night. Danny and you had a couple drinks there, then walked down the block to the next.

You were both out on the town for the remainder of the night, then made your final stop at a bar across the street from where he initially parked. You saw Sam’s vehicle outside, along with Jake’s. You felt a knot form in your stomach, but you just sucked it up and went inside with Danny. As soon as you walked in, Sam’s head snapped towards you because of the bell indicating you had entered.

You immediately made your way to the bar ordering a drink for yourself and Danny. You could feel his eyes lingering on you, and you just ignored him. “Are you alright… I didn’t know Sam was going to be here.” Danny was beside you, “It’s okay. I’m gonna have to face him sooner or later…” You smiled and took the shots you had ordered for both you and Danny, then grabbed your beer before heading off to play pool with Danny.

The evening was going by fine, until a drunken Sam came up to you. “Bug… J-just hear me out.” He slurred his words, “Sam. No, you’re drunk and this is not the place to discuss this.” You tried to walk away, that was until Sam grabbed your wrist yanking on it. “Sam let go, you’re hurting me…” You whined as he gripped tighter trying to pull you closer. “No… Y-you n-need to hear what I h-have to say.” “Jesus, Sam! Just let go!” You yelled, then Jake ran over pushing Sam back.

“What the fuck Jake!” Sam yelled at him, “She said to let her go, you think I’m going to let that shit slide?” He spat back at him, “Why do you care? You don’t even fucking like the slut anyways?” Sam spat back, you felt the tears build up in your eyes. “You know what Sam, just don’t even bother to ever talk to me… Forget I ever existed.” You felt the tears stain your cheeks, you ran out of the bar sitting on a bench out front.

You started to wipe your tears away, then hearing feet walking your way. You look up and to your surprise it was Jake. “Are you here to slut shame me too?” You felt more tears, “No, actually I was going to ask if you wanted a ride home…” Jake sat down next to you. You sat upright fixing yourself, “I’d really appreciate it…” You made a half smile. Jake put his hand out, getting up from the bench. You took his hand and got up following him to his Jeep.

He opened the passenger door for you allowing you to get in then closed the door after you buckled yourself in. He came around to the other side to get in and start the car up, he turned the heat on and the heated seats for you to warm up. Jake let you pick the music for the trip home. You opted for ABBA. Playing Knowing Me, Knowing You. A depressing song to say the least, but Jake didn’t judge as you were going through it… Sam broke your heart, and it hurt like hell.

After a 10 minute drive you made it back to your apartment. Jake parked and got out of the Jeep walking over to your side to help you out, he then walked up to your apartment with you. Making sure you got in, as you unlocked the door you turned towards Jake. “Thank you… Do you want to come in, I can get you some water.” You smiled softly, he smiled back. “Sure.” He followed right behind closing the door as he came in.

Going into the kitchen you grabbed two glasses and filled them with water from the fridge walking back out to your living area handing him a glass as you sat on your couch. “Thank you Jake, for being so kind to bring me home…” You sipped on your water, placing it on the table. You pulled a blanket over your lap. “I couldn’t just leave you there… Although you should probably let Danny know you got home safely.” He chuckled softly sipping on his water. Your eyes went wide, “Oh my god! I completely forgot. He’s probably worried sick.”

You immediately texted Danny.

You: I’m so sorry Danny! I forgot to text you, Jake gave me a ride home.

Danny: It’s alright. I’m just glad you got home safely, had me worried you got abducted.

You: I think they would get annoyed with me, if someone tried to abduct me. xD

Danny: Well I’m driving Sam back to our apartment, I’m sorry that he said that to you. He’s an asshole when he’s drunk. I’ll talk to you soon. :) Goodnight

You: Goodnight :)

“Got that taken care of.” You giggled softly finishing your glass of water. “Good, I didn’t want a search party out for you.” Jake laughed softly, “Jake, will you stay the night…” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Are you scared?” He looked down at you, you shook your head no. “I just want company is all…” You sighed, and got up. “I’ll get you a pillow.” You smiled, handing him the blanket you were using, then grabbed a pillow from your bed.

“Here, so you can be at least somewhat comfortable.” You giggled softly, “Goodnight Jake.” You smiled, he laid down and smiled. “Goodnight darlin.” You turned on your heels blushing, walking to your room getting into bed.

An hour passed and you couldn’t fall asleep. So you got up, and walked out to the living room in your t-shirt and underwear. “J-jake… Are you awake?” You whispered, you heard him shuffle from the couch. “Yeah… Can’t sleep?” You walked over to face him, “Yeah. Can you?” You smiled, “No, I haven’t been able to fall asleep. Do you want to join me?” You rubbed your arm. “Are you sure?” He asked you hesitantly, and you nodded. “Yes, I'm sure Jake.” You smiled softly, heading back to your room with him. You crawled into bed, Jake crawling in on the other side.

You laid next to him, cuddling into his side. “Thank you.” You whispered, Jake snaked his arm around you. “Anytime darlin…” He kissed your forehead. You then looked up at Jake kissing his lips softly. Cupping his cheek with your hand, as his hands moved down to your hips pulling you close. He placed one hand on your neck kissing your lips back softly.

Jake then pulled on top of him, moving his hands back to your waist. You giggled against his lips, pulling him closer to you. You began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, you started kissing his neck and biting softly leaving behind marks. “Y/N…” You pulled away slowly, “Yeah?” You looked down at him, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Jake, just fuck me.” You smiled softly at him, pulling him closer to your body. He smiled and removed your t-shirt revealing your breasts to him.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N…” He placed his hands on your breasts, massaging the one while with his other hand he pinched your nipple playing with it teasingly. You tilted your head back moaning, Jake took your nipple into his mouth sucking and flicking his tongue against the bud. “Oh, Jake…” He played with your nipple with his teeth tugging softly, making you grab his hair tugging slightly.

He then flipped you over so he was on top now. He kissed down your chest, leaving marks as he went further down. He kissed above your waistband to your panties, removing them slowly. He kissed your inner thigh, leaving a purple mark there and inched closer to your core. He ran his fingers across your slick licking his fingers, “So wet for me baby…” He chuckled softly, before kissing your clit then. He sucked and lapped at your sensitive clit. You groaned, fingers gripping the sheets under you as his tongue moved lower, slipping into your entrance.

“Jake…” Your eyes rolled back as you felt your core tightening. He slipped his fingers into you, pumping them slowly as he kept overlapping his tongue against your clit. “So sweet princess…” He growled against your core. He pressed a kiss to your clit as he pumped and curled his fingers. His mouth and fingers working you together had you quickly approaching your orgasm. “Jake… please…” You cried out, “I know darlin, you’re right there. Cum for me…” He kept licking your bud as he curled his fingers. You couldn’t wait any longer and finally released, your leg’s trembling beneath you. “Fuck…”

Jake pulled away licking his fingers, then removed his pants and briefs tossing them to the side. He positioned himself at your entrance, collecting your slick with the tip of his cock. Before entering into you slowly, you gasped at how big he was feeling him stretch you out. Then he bottomed out, starting to slowly pick up the pace. He kept it steady and loving. You wrapped your arms around his back and he had both hands beside you. “Oh Jake…” You moaned out his name, he placed kisses on your lips, then your neck and chest. “Y/N… You feel amazing…” He groaned out, pulling out slowly then going back in.

He kept moving like that for a little bit, until you flipped him over. Now making you on top, you placed your hands on his chest as he met your waist. You began to rock your hips back and forth, bouncing on his dick. He muttered out lewd noises, as you did the same. He started to thrust up into you, holding your hips tightly that his fingers dug into your hips. “Fuck.” You moaned out, starting to bounce more. “Come on baby…” He moaned out, as he sat up pulling you close to his chest.

You could feel your core tightening again, and started to see white. “Oh Jake, I’m gonna cum again…” You cried out, holding onto him as you kept riding him. “Me too darlin, i’m almost there. Just a bit more.” He kissed your breasts, licking and playing with your nipples. Sending you into overdrive, crying out his name made him start thrusting into you faster. Your second orgasm hit as he changed the pace, you could feel him start to twitch. “Cum inside me Jakey… I want to feel you…” You tilted your head back, trying to keep up with his pace as you were overstimulated.

Jake made a couple more thrusts and then he released into you. Coating the insides of you, “Fuck…” He groaned, placing his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you…” He whispered to you, you were stunned for a moment. “I love you too…” You felt tears forming, happy ones. Jake then looked at you, pulling your face close to his kissing your lips softly.

[milkmily]

Hello Lovely,

Are requests still open? Because I would like a Chris Redfield fic that just shows his daily life with his plus sized biologist girlfriend. I thought about both of them working for the BSAA. Maybe them driving together to work or doing other daily couple thing. It doesn’t have to be cute or anything.

Thank you in advance xoxo

Hii!!! Yes, request are still open :)

Sorry it took me a while to write! Hope you like it!

Life with You [Chris Redfield]

Chris Redfield x Plus size/chubby Reader

Sum| Chris starts noticing different details in his life that have changed after you moved in with him, even at work.

• I feel like Chris isn't a morning person at all. He hates the sound of his alarm waking him up and he changes it when he remembers because the same sound pisses him off.

•Ohhh this man loves to kiss your back a lot in the mornings. He turns and sees your back, kisses in your back, shoulders, and neck. Soon your lips when you wake up by his kisses.

•He likes to stay in bed for a few minutes to just cuddle with you and talk or just stay silent. He just wants you close(he's touched starved) before he get ready to work

The alarm goes off, waking up Chris with a groan. He lets the alarm go off for a few minutes till his girlfriend whines annoyingly, "Turn it off…" Chris moves his arm to his phone and pulls it towards him. He tried to open his eyes the best he could with the brightness blinding him. He turns it off and slams the phone on the bed. He stretches and turns towards you, seeing your back. He couldn't help but kiss your shoulder.

"Good morning." he whispered and kissed your neck. You smiled and said, "good morning." Turning around, you gave him a kiss on his lips. "What do you want for lunch today?" You asked and Chris shook his head. "Sleep." You smiled and ran your hands through his messy hair. "Wish that was on the menu." You sit up and hold the sheets up to your chest. Chris chuckled at this, seeing it was stupid that you still covered yourself even if he's seen alredy seen you in your amazing birth suit. "I'll cook us something. It's my turn." Chris says and gets off the bed. He grabs his pajama pants and puts on some fluffy slippers you got him on his birthday. "You get some rest." He says. You smiled and thanked him.

Chris nods and closes the door behind him. It's a normal thing now. You moved in with him three months ago and it's become a thing. You and him take turns on who makes breakfast and lunch while the other takes a short nap or takes their time changing. He saw you were working late yesterday and decided that he'd take the time to make something while you took a nap.

You did take a nap, but ended up having nightmares of work. You open your eyes as the alarm you set goes off, making you get up and turn it off. You go through your closet and look for your work uniforms. Today you felt happy, so you wore the [F/Color] suit with its tight skirt. You smiled at it and placed it on the bed. You go to the bathroom.

Chris was wrapping up the lunch he made with paper and put it in the lunch box you got him for you and him. Chris also noticed that you have been getting stuff for him and you that actually help him. A lunch box, organized seasoning, organized dishes where they are supposed to, and much more that just makes his life easier. While he smiled to himself, he heard footsteps. He turned and saw you and he smiled.

You had your work clothes on while you looked through your purse to make sure you had everything you needed. He loves it when you wear tight clothes because he can see your rolls and how good the outfits or dresses you wear look amazing on you.

"You have everything?" You asked Chris, getting his attention. He nods and says, "Yes, got everything."

"You also have your hydro, ibuprofen, your lunch box, and extra deodorant?"

"Yes, yes, I have everything [Name]." He says and holds his backpack. He looks inside and shows you he had everything he needed. "Your wallet."

"I have that right he-" He touched the back of his pocket, then the front ones. "I don't." You smiled and handed him his wallet. "Always make sure." You say and kiss his cheek. "Go get changed. I'll put the lunch in your backpack." You say and Chris nods. He goes back to the room and looks for his work clothes. He goes to the bathroom and sees that you left the stuff he needs out.

•Car rides are fun and sometimes they aren't. It's usually quiet because you are thinking about work and so is Chris. But when you two do talk, it gets fun.

•Chris likes to ask about your work and how it's going. He likes to listen to you talk. He even turns down the radio, pulls the windows up and drives a little slower to hear you talk.

While in the car ride to work, you talked to Chris about work that happened yesterday about something you and your team will be working on. It made him notice how you give him company in car rides to work and back home. He didn't have to listen to the radio all the time anymore now that you two drive to work together.

"How about you, how's work?" You ask and hold his hand, placing it on your thigh. Chris gives it a light squeeze and goes on to explain that there is going to train a rookie they got three days ago. "Don't be cold on him." You say. You knew Chris looked intimidating when first meeting him. You were even scared to talk to him when they sent him to the lab to get something. But Chris needed up being a sweetheart. His horrible puns made you laugh and his flirting too. Soon, he asked you out for a coffee.

"I need to, it's part of my job." He says and you nod. "True. We both work two different things. I have to be patient with new workers and welcome them. You have to be harsh on them."

"Sometimes." He mentions. Chris did break the rule. He wants his team to feel welcomed and he wants that rookie to also feel that, be part of the team. He could say one of his terrible dad jokes he got from one of his team members who is a dad and says so many dad jokes every second he can.

The car is parked, making grab all your belongings. You get out of the car and walk to the door. Chris follows and is greeted by other workers. "Good morning Dr. [Last]." A worker says and you greet them back. You grab your coat and your name tag. "I'll see you later." You turn to Chris and kiss him.

•Coming back home was at different times. You are the one that usually leaves early while Chris stays to get some last information about next time's mission that will happen.

•You end up taking the car and make dinner while he is gone. If you are too tired, you grab takeout for the two of you and continue to work on paperwork or simply watch your Favorite show.

• Chris used to feel lonely coming home from work. He'd just grab whatever cold food there was and microwave it. He did sometimes make himself something, but almost every day, he'd come home tired and simply would like to sleep.

You've made his life a little easier.

•If you end up coming home late, he makes dinner, cleans, and gets your comfortable clothes ready on the shared bed.

You ended up working late today. Chris had to take the ride home alone. He had time to get some take out that you have been craving. He walks inside the house and puts the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

He goes to the bedroom and grabs some clothes. He went to the bathroom to take a shower to get the sweat and smell off him and once he was out, he went to grab one of your comfortable shirts with your pajama shorts. He goes back to the leaving room and hears the door unlock. "I'm home!" You yelled and threw your shoes off. You took your coat off and saw Chris standing there. You smiled and walked up to him. "What's for dinner my lovely house wife?" You ask and kiss his lips. "I got us some take out that you've been craving" He whispered and lifted you up, making you scream. "Chris!"

He walks to the shared bedroom while still holding you. "Get changed, you probably feel uncomfortable with these on." He says as he unbuttoned your white shirt, making you feel your face hot and get goosebumps. "A-Alright." You say and hold his hand. "Put a movie on while I change." You say and Chris nods, a little disappointed he couldn't see. He leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

• Sleeping with Chris is the best. He's a big Buffy guy who is always warm when you hug him. So cuddles are a thing you two do in bed.

• He is usually the big spoon, but doesn't mind being the small spoon. He sometimes even wants to just bury his face in your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

•He doesn't talk much when it comes at night. Neither do you. But if it's gossip about work, you must tell your boyfriend. It's the first thing you have to tell him.

•Chris falls asleep by your voice. He finds it peaceful and just feeling your warmth with him makes him sleepier.

• He likes to run his hands all over your body. He likes to feel the rolls on your body. He finds them sexy >;)

You brushed your teeth beside Chris in the bathroom. He had just finished brushing his teeth. Chris walks out and lays on the bed, waiting for you. You wash your mouth with water and turn off the water, clean your face, and turn off the light. You walked to the bed and lay next to Chris.

Chris lays his head on your chest and you smile. You turn off the lamp and run your hands through his hair. "How was work?"

"Horrible. They made me stay extra just because someone else messed up and I had to clean for them. They mixed up the wrong chemicals, which caused a mess, and I had to re-write the records for them. I am their supervisor after all, so I didn't really pay attention." You say and sigh. "I still think it's a little unfair." You say. He just nods, finally feeling the hit of sleep come to him.

Chris has struggled with sleeping. He'd move from one side to the other, flip the pillow, shuffle, and then groan because he can't sleep. But now that he has you on his side and being able to just be with you, it's made him sleep much easier. Yes, he has those days where he can't sleep. But just your warmth makes him sleepy just how he makes you sleepy. "How about I make us something for dinner tomorrow?"

"That would be…great…" Chris mumbles and closes his eyes. Soon, you hear him snoring. You smiled and your eyes, falling asleep.

[stjarnaloki]

tom comfort fluff

hi loves, this is a snippet of a longer Tom H. x OFC work that I wrote a few months ago and decided I didn't like it (typical) but I've always liked this period comfort section of it! i get really gnarly periods so this is entirely self-indulgent but I love fluff like this. also his hands are so big they'd make the best heating pads.

tw: periods, blood

words: 1600

On this particular Thursday afternoon, Mo had been on her feet for nearly ten hours already. It was 4 pm, but an early morning shoot had called her and the crew to a shooting location at sunrise. She felt on the verge of passing out. The California heat had left her drenched in sweat before noon, and she’d only had time to eat a protein bar since the morning break.. And the icing on the cake? Blood.

Mo was used to having to deal with the monthly backaches and stabbing pain in her lower belly. She’d been doing it for years, so was every other person with a uterus. But her lack of food today had left her with nausea and a splitting headache to top it all off. Mo wanted to cry and sink down onto the dusty mountainside. But she simply breathed in through her teeth and clenched the camera as another cramp tightened its grip on her midsection.

Finally, the director called five. Mo rushed over to her backpack sitting on the ground near the trailers and grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen out of the pocket, swallowing three dry. She plopped down on the nearest rock and wrapped her legs to her chest. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead on her knees and begged her body to keep going until the wrap. Then she could get food, something greasy and cheap, take a hot bath, and knock out in the hotel room with two melatonin by 9 pm.

“Are you alright?” A voice pulled Mo out of her daydreams of a huge cheeseburger.

She unfolded herself out of the ball and looked up into the kind face of Tom standing over her.

“Honestly, I feel like fucking ass today,” she laughed with a grim smile. “Did I miss the call?” she rose and stretched. She felt Tom’s eyes graze over her exposed stomach for a split second and flushed.

“Oh, Mo, I’m sorry,” he said, brows knitting together in concern. “You should go back to the hotel early, I really think we’re almost done here.”

“Oh no no no, I’m fine,” Mo said, regretting her brutal honesty. She hadn’t expected Tom to care. She clapped her hands together. “Really, I’ll survive! Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re pale.” He looked at her severely. She felt naked under his gaze, like he knew what was wrong and exactly what she needed. He turned on his heel and opened the nearest trailer. He emerged with a cold plastic water bottle and handed it to her.

“Please drink this and go back to the hotel, I’m serious,” he said with a gentle force that made Mo want to melt into his body. Then he did something Mo couldn’t chalk up to English decency. His fingers were brushing a piece of Mo’s curly hair back behind her ear. They lingered slightly, just slightly, on her jaw, then they flitted away, his piercing blue eyes still locked on hers.

Then he was walking away and Mo was climbing into a black SUV, whisked away back towards the city.

As she looked out the window, she thought about the way his fingers said more than words ever could. This couldn’t be ignored anymore.

Later that evening, Mo lay with damp hair fast asleep on the hotel bed, wrapped in the fluffy white robe. A knock on the door woke her with a start.

“Mo, it’s Tom.” called out the voice on the other side.

“Motherfucker.” Mo said under her breath. She had hit her foot on the bedside table.

“One sec!” she called back.

She retied the robe so it was higher up around her neck and answered the door, painfully aware of her boldness.

“Hi, Tom,” she said.

He didn’t come in at once. His eyes flitted down her body as Tom realized her choice of dress. The blue eyes quickly raised themselves to her face again.

“I come bearing gifts. Can I come in?” His voice was lower, slightly huskier from the fatigue of the day. “I know you weren’t feeling well today and today was a bitch.” He smiled sheepishly and help up two white bags from a burger restaurant, circles of grease on the bag.

“Oh, wow. You didn’t have to do that!” Mo exclaimed, stepping aside so the tall man could dip his head into the room. “Fuck, those smell delicious.” she added. How did he read her mind?

“These will change your life.” Tom towered over the tiny hotel kitchenette and was dipping his hand into the bags, pulling out two huge piles of fries. He wore a brown long sleeve shirt, rolled up to three quarter sleeves and tucked into smart corduroy pants that clung to his…shit. He caught Mo staring, but she quickly recovered.

“Is this considered sweats in Oxford?” Mo was laughing.

Tom didn’t say anything, he just smirked. She suddenly became more aware of the robe tie, the only thing between her naked body and Tom right now.

“Let me go change, I’m sorry I just got out of the shower when you knocked.” Mo grabbed a t-shirt and drawstring shorts from the dresser and went into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked just slightly. She knew a sliver of the mirror was visible to those outside as she let the robe fall to the ground. She felt like shit but Christ, this time of the month made her insatiably horny.

She emerged from the bathroom to find Tom leaned against the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, like he was posing for Vogue.

“Let’s dig in?” he asked expectantly.

Mo paused, suddenly shy.

“Look, Tom, it’s so sweet of you to bring me food. But I’m sure you have places to be, I don’t want to make you feel like you have to stay.”

“You think I brought four burgers for you to eat all by yourself, did you?” Tom deadpanned. “I like you, darling, but not four burgers’ worth.” he replied. “Yet,” he continued with a wink.

Mo felt her heart rise in her chest, thumping against her ribcage. Was he fucking serious?

“Well, fuck, alright then” She perched on the other edge of the bed, hands held out expectantly.

An hour later, the pair lay back on the fluffy pillows, fat, sleepy, and happy. Burger wrappers littered the floor. Mo was surprised how interested Tom seemed in photography, or at least impressed at how good he was at faking it.

“I can see it in their eyes, you know?” she was saying, thoughtfully. “They just forget the rest of the world exists, and I get to capture that moment for them.”

A peaceful silence fell over the pair for a second.

Tom broke the silence.

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” He looked at her and Mo could tell he didn’t want to leave. He looked...lonely.

“That sounds really nice,” she replied after a pause. “I can’t promise I’ll stay awake though.”

“Oh, me neither.” He looked significantly happier as he kicked off his loafers and extended his long legs on the bed. He patted the bed next to him and tossed Mo the remote. “You pick, darling. Pressure’s on. I have incredibly high standards.”

Shanghai Noon was halfway through when Mo started to shift uncomfortably. The ibuprofen had worn off and her abdomen was cramping again with a vengeance. The dehydration of the day hadn’t helped, either.

All she really wanted to do was go to bed, but Tom was so interested in the movie she had picked she wasn’t about to kick him out with an hour left.

Unknown to Mo, Tom had noticed her clutching her knees closer to her chest.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he whispered knowingly. Too much of a gentleman to say the word, but not so naive to not know.

Mo exhaled loudly in a laugh. “You’ve had a lot of girlfriends haven’t you?” rubbing her tired eyes with outstretched palms.

“Maybe I’m just perceptive.” He replied. His blue eyes sparkled in the dark, steady and piercing.

“You’re a badass for getting through today, you know that. We were out there for, fuck, what, 16 hours?”

Mo leaned her head back against the pillow, eyes half-shut in pain and fatigue, but a smile on her face.

“I’m used to it,” she said, her voice gravelly.

He hadn’t touched her yet. No moving his hand closer to hers on the bed, no arm around her shoulders. But at that moment, he inched slightly closer to where Mo was curled up.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” He said it in a feather-light voice.

Mo nodded and melted into his broad shoulder. The man knew exactly what to do. His arm snaked around her side, coming to rest on her low belly. She sighed in relief, realizing his long fingers could nearly span the width of her stomach. Pure, comforting warmth radiated from his palm. She could feel her muscles unwinding themselves as Tom slowly applied gentle pressure to her pain. A small noise of relief escaped her lips.

“Shh, darling, it’s alright,” Tom said in a husky voice. He slid down lower on to the bed. “Is this helping?”

She rolled into him so she was lying on his chest, one arm splayed across his breast.

“More than you know,” she moaned, muffled by his shirt. His cologne smelled spicy, delicious, expensive.

He gently squeezed and rubbed his palm into her uterus a few more times. After a while he shifted so his body encompassed Mo in a spoon. His other arm came up and fingered the curls in her hair.

She took a deep breath at last, not realizing she had been holding it in. The warmth of Tom’s palm easing her pain, his deep, woody scent, and his hand in her hair melted together in a blur of bliss and soon Mo was fast asleep.

[funtimebunnyblog]

Let's all raise a glass to you, Surey! 🥰😇❤ Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen go out to a Bar with you! 🍻

(Under the cut for length...)

Kars:

• Kars isn't really a person to go out to drink.

• If anything, he prefers to enjoy a drink or two at Home and unwind with a book or in a bath.

• However, if you want to take him out on the town he doesn't refuse you, even though he's not the biggest fan of bars or nightclubs and the crowds of people that come with it.

• If this was something that made you happy, than he supposed it would all be worthwhile to let you enjoy yourself.

• When going out to a bar or a club, those are the nights he dons his dark coat and hat (despite how you may plan to dress for the evening) and walks arm in arm with you down the street to the place of your choice.

• You better had pick a good one because he's not a man to hop from place to place in one night. He makes it very clear that it's here and then Home.

• The majority of the night he prefers to sit quietly at the bar or at a booth in the far corner, silently nursing a glass of vodka or red wine.

• He'll let you dance and socialize and enjoy yourself all you want but don't expect him to do the same.

• Kars will also monitor how much you're drinking and don't think he won't cut you off if he's deemed you've had enough.

• For your safety, he keeps his eyes on you at all times as he doesn't exactly trust these kinds of establishments and he knows how truly disgusting Humans can be if given the chance.

• It's no surprise he has absolutely no tolerance for riff raff or drunks should they happen to be around.

• Anyone who's sober (or anyone with a brain for that matter) wouldn't dare to bother him, simply by the powerful and inhuman aura he emits just sitting there.

• Once on a night out, a drunk man who was entertaining himself by going around and poking people made the mistake of staggering up to Kars where he sat, reaching out and tapping him right on the nose.

• Surprisingly very calm about it, Kars watched him stumble away laughing with little more than a glare before rising to his feet. The song had suddenly changed in that moment and couples were dancing to some upbeat music, Kars left his glass behind at the bar and approached you on the dance floor.

• It shocked you to say the least when Kars approached and took your hand and asked for a dance to which you happily obliged.

• This was a little odd for Kars to want to dance in public but you didn't think to question it.

• As the dance floor crowded and people danced away the drunk man made his rounds again, laughing as he went around and tapped people on the nose, pinched their cheek or flicked them on the chin. Kars had his eyes set on him the entire time he danced, waiting with all the patience in the world.

• The unsuspecting man passed bye Kars one more time and the altercation was fast. Very fast. So very momentary even you didn't see it happen.

• Kars spun you around with one hand and with the other he curled his fist and punched the drunk man straight under his chin, knocking him to the floor, completely unconscious.

• Kars continued to dance with you like nothing at all happened as people suddenly took notice, crowding around the floored drunk questioningly.

• "Hmm," Kars peered over his shoulder, lips pursed and the very definition of unbothered. Not a soul (not even you) suspected a thing. "It would seem he's had too much to drink."

• In Kars' opinion, that was more merciful than the man deserved.

• On the nights where you're drunk, you can bet that he's grumbling the entirety of the time dragging you Home.

• Listening to you giggle and chatter on without a care in the world, slurring your words and relying on him to keep upright might've warmed his heart if he wasn't aware of the complete mess you would be in the morning.

• Kars isn't one to baby you when you're hungover either.

• You did this to yourself and he did warn you not to drink so much afterall.

• But he's not cruel to you when you're hungover. He'll smoothe your hair and rub your back if you happen to get sick. He'll also make you drink plenty of water and he'll let you rest as long as you need to.

• As long as you had fun and keep enjoying these little nights out he doesn't mind all the displeasing parts that come with it. Your happiness is truly what matters to him in the end.

Esidisi:

• Quite the opposite of Kars, Esidisi LOVES going out on the town for a couple of drinks with you.

• In fact, he's got a number of favourite places around to pick but he'll always ask you for your approval when making the decision.

• Chances are, when you and him are such frequent Bar goers together, EVERYONE at your favourite spots will know you!

• Esidisi sometimes likes to go the extra mile for the occasion and throw on something sexy but still casual. Long sleeved, colourful shirts halfway unbuttoned and some jewelry always does the trick for him.

• The most memorable nights for you both is when there's a new place opened up in town and the two of you go to check it out, meet some new people and maybe dance a little.

• It's probably safe to say that Esidisi's favourite thing to do is mess with any drunks that happen to be around.

• He'll sit at the bar as you drink and socialize with some of your friends, surrounded by a bunch of tipsy Humans, using his powers to do the oddest tricks for money.

• The crowd goes absolutely wild no matter how many times they see him make a glass of cold beer boil using just his hand.

• Chances are, Esidisi might end up being more drunk than you the majority of these nights because of his entertaining nature.

• "You can't possibly drink that whole glass in one go." The Bartender frowned at the Pillarman skeptically after he had made that outrageous claim. "It's not possible."

• Esidisi could only grin at him as he put the glass to his lips. Without another word he threw back his head, sucking down the cold, inky Beer in one massive gulp; foam and all.

• The Bartender (now not so skeptical) and the man sitting to Esidisi's left, who had been nursing his 2nd glass of the same stuff for about 10 minutes now, could only stare at him, awestruck.

• "Aw Hell," he gaped. "I'd pay 20$ to see that again!"

• 20$ was put down and another glass gone within seconds; just the same as the first. A crowd began to draw around the bar and the massive man seated there.

• 40$, 80$, 150$, 300$ bets were laid out on the counter and Esidisi rightfully collected ALL of it as he just kept drinking, each glass gone in a single gulp.

• Needless to say, you're gonna be screwed if you're drunk yourself on nights like that because stuffing a Pillarman whose drank his body weight in alcohol into a Cab to try and get him Home isn't an easy job.

• Most especially when said drunkard Pillarman keeps insisting he's NOT drunk, whines he doesn't wanna go Home yet and keeps trying to go back inside.

• When Esidisi is hungover the next day it's not a treat either. Be prepared for WHINING.

• However, if you happen to be the hungover one he's probably one of the best caregivers you could ask for.

• He'll chuckle as he gives you some ibuprofen and water, telling you all about the great time you both had (if you happen to have forgotten) and how you took your drinks like an absolute champ.

• Needless to say, he's always down for a night out at a bar with you.

Wamuu:

• Admittedly, Wamuu was a little on the inexperienced side when it came down to drinking or going to places like bars.

• Overtime with you however, he grows more accustomed to the concept of both.

• When you take him out to a bar for a couple of drinks he doesn't really dress up for the occasion unless you tell him to. He prefers to just put on a clean white T-shirt, sweatpants and maybe a hoodie.

• You'll have to order his drink for him on the first few nights out together because he honestly doesn't know what he likes or what to have.

• The variety of alcohol (let alone the amount of brands under a single kind) was a little overwhelming to him.

• "--and what will you have?" "Um... beer?" "What kind, sir?" "..... um.... beer?"

• He's happy to let you drink and socialize if you wish to but he'll be a little lost if you leave him alone at the bar with his drink and a bunch of strangers to go to the washroom.

• Surprisingly however, it isn't hard for him to make some friends when that happens.

• With nothing else to do, he'll be watching whatever sports game is happening on one of the many TV's as he sips away at his drink.

• The game doesn't really interest him (he doesn't even understand the point of it) but he picks up on the habit of cheering when other people in the bar cheer and celebrate for their team.

• Because of that, other men and sportsfans alike will just flock to Wamuu under the impression he's a fellow sportsfanatic (or maybe even a sports player himself due to his massive size).

• By the time you come back, he's surrounded by a gaggle of sportsfans all cheering and highfiving Wamuu, patting him on the back, punching his shoulder and offering him plenty more to drink.

• He just shrugs at you when he catches your confused gaze from across the bar as he's not really sure what's going on either.

• Though he's content to let you drink and enjoy yourself, he knows very well when you've had quite enough to drink. He will straight up pick you up and carry you Home if need be.

• "Kisssh me, Wammmmuu." You half-giggled, sluggishly trying to pull yourself more upright to give his absolutely delectable looking lips the smooching you so wanted to as he closed the door of your apartment behind him.

• The Warrior sighed, patting your head. "Oh beloved, I am most honored you want to but you're drunk, it's not right..." he told you gently, carrying you all the way to your bedroom to lay you down despite any protests you might make.

• After giving you plenty of water and tucking you in (you at least get a goodnight kiss on the head), he'll keep an eye on you until the morning and ensure all your needs are met when you're hungover.

• If you ask him, he'll admit that he had fun and has no objections to going out again next weekend.

Santana:

• Much like Kars, Santana isn't exactly the biggest fan of noises or crowds of Humans in one settlement.

• Be prepared for him to crinkle his nose at the thought of going to a bar or a club where all of that happens under one roof.

• After some coaxing however, he'll agree but mostly for your sake.

• He wants to see you happy and he knows that nights out for some fun and social interaction was healthy for Humans.

• Besides, he also saw this as an opportunity to study Humans and try to understand their behavior a little better.

• Santana will throw on some street clothes and follow you wherever you want to go that night; whether its near or far, big or small.

• When going to a bar he's more interested in the food there rather than the drink.

• In fact; you'll come to find that he LOVES Bar food.

• The waitress will barely turn her back for a second before the basket of nachos she just delivered him has suddenly ceased to exist and he's asking for more.

• With an appetite like that, the Bar staff asks him if he wants to try their challenge of eating a HUGE meal under a set amount of time. If he wins he gets the meal free and all the drinks you order tonight free, his next meal here free and his picture on the Bars wall of fame.

• He only agrees to the challenge because he likes the sound of free food.

• The food comes and Santana makes it on the wall of fame easily in record time. The Owner of the place is absolutely gobsmacked with the fact that Santana scarfed down an ENTIRE 10 pound burger in less than 2 minutes.

• Santana will stare at the menu of drinks for the longest time, mouthing out the names of drinks and brands curiously. He'll want you to explain him what everything is but he honestly won't know what he'll like.

• He absolutely doesn't like beer. Not at all.

• The first sip of the first glass given to him was promptly spit out. Santana's mouth twisted into a bitter knot, pushing the glass FAR away and shaking his head frantically to try and rid of the disgusting yeasty film left on his tongue.

• You'll have to order him something more appealing in taste if you want him to drink at all.

• You'll find that he comes to enjoy a more sweet and fruity tropical drink like a Piña colada.

• "How is it?" You ask, a smile tugging at your mouth when you notice a little gleam in his eye as he put the colourful drink to his lips. He definitely looked less miserable than he had a moment ago.

• "Hmm," a little pink tongue darted out to swipe along his upper lip, his thumb fiddling with the tiny umbrella sitting on the ridge of the glass. "sweet. Pleasing."

• Because of his newfound love for the sweet tropical tasting booze you might have to monitor how much he has to be on the safe side as you weren't sure whether Santana would handle intoxication well.

• However, if you decide to let go and have one too many Santana will put his arm around you and firmly tell you it's time to go Home.

• He doesn't really know the first thing about the care and feeding of a hungover Human but he'll do anything you ask of him.

• You need water? He's got two bottles ready for you. Head hurt? He'll sprint to the store for Ibuprofen for you. The sunlight in the window bothering you? He'll cover that window using his own body if he has to.

• You might just be surprised when he asks you if you and him could go to another bar soon for more good food and a couple more drinks...

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Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove​ <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

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The One Where No One Is Ready

~Notes: I’m reposting this because I deleted the series off of AO3 <3<3

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Their is T minus forty-five minutes until James is expected to enter the arena for this year’s Espy awards, where he— a longterm representative of the UK’s top athletes, with a social media following that can rival a B list celebrity’s— will be presenting the award for the best international football player, and rumor has it that Ludo fucking Bagman is going to win. This is a dream come true— more than that even! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!  And it was thanks to his mentor, Minerva McGonagall, that he even can do something that he’s dreamt of doing since his days playing in the child leagues as a lad. It’s going to be one of the best nights of his bloody life. So it only makes sense that his sodding best friends aren’t even taking this with an ounce of seriousness. In fact, instead of doing the decent thing and getting ready as efficiently as possible, those pricks are lounging over the breakfast table goading Sirius into drinking the fat from the icebox that Lily stored for whichever cooking masterpiece she is sure to whip up later this week. Not a one of them even showered.

Bloody blunders.

“Oi, Moons,” Sirius crows loudly, grinning wolfishly down at him with a glint in his steely eyes and a smirk on his face. “Promise if I chug this down you’ll give us a little kiss.”

James feels a migraine coming on.

“In your dreams Black,” Remus retorts,  wrinkling his nose disapprovingly, while Marlene only guffaws and James feels his head literally beginning to pulse with pure exasperation.

Absolute pricks..

“You gits, we’ve got less than an hour till we have to call the cabs. Will you all just get dressed for Christ’s sake.”

“No need for the snappy tone Prongs.” Sirius says with a cluck to his tongue.

“It’ll take us only a tick to get ready,” Remus says, waving him off airily. And James really regrets the fact that he’s moved in with Sirius now that James and Lily are in marital bliss. Sirius’s a bad influence on him, and James should’ve predicted as much.

“Besides, ’s not my fault your wife’s hogging the bathroom,” Marlene tacks on— having dashed over here after her shift at the same firm as James, still dressed in her slacks and leather jacket. 

“Well Marls, you don’t have to get your hair done now that you’ve chopped it off as short as your ears,” Lily defends herself as she steps out the aforementioned bathroom in James’s powder blue robe, thankfully her makeup is set and hair is pulled back into an artful bun and she’s as beautiful as ever. James can’t help but feel his insides go all goopy and his stomach begins to tumble every time she even looks his way, especially when she smiles that private little grin that she only uses on him.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph does he love her to his very core, tells her as much once kissing her softly amidst the groans of the other three. “You are my angel.”

“I know,” Lily preens, green eyes bright and dimples in full effect. “Now I’ve just got to pick out what to wear and we can go.”

James thanks her profusely before pivoting back around to Marlene, begs her to get on with it already.

“Alright, alright potter. God you men only like to rush, no time for foreplay.”

“I like foreplay,” Remus contends as he sits on the loveseat and begins flipping through a magazine Lily’s left laying around, which makes it so Sirius’s face goes wrecked and pale and very nearly makes the cup of fat in his hand fall to the ground— is only saved by James’s old footie reflexes.

“Get it the fuck together man,” James hisses with a glower. But then quickly amends, “But not tonight. Tonight just get dressed for fuck’s sake.” There is absolutely no time to deal with this melodrama between Sirius and Remus that basically amounts to heady glances and licked lips and sexual tension that’s frankly obscene.

Sirius swallows down, hard, and gives a perfunctory nod, but instead of walking across the hall to bloody change already, he only sits besides Remus and grins at him in a very scary, very intense way. James is almost convinced that poor Moony will end up naked and swaddled  in saran wrap— Dexter style— by the end of the night. But he can’t warn him considering that there’s a knock to the door and he finds Dorcas—

 beautiful and elegant in a pale yellow dress that contrasts in a lovely way against her dark brown skin— on the other side. “You look fantastic.” James breathes out, worshipingly.

“I know,” Dorcas beams as she struts in, helping herself to the pita crisps and hummus left out.  “But don’t let Marls hear you else she gets all pouty.”

“Do not!” Marlene yells from the loo, to which Dorcas only silently mouths, does so, over James’s shoulder to a snickering Sirius.

“Right, well seeing as the ladies are all accounted for, we’re just waiting for Wormtail and you berks,” he points angrily at the pair now arguing over the remote. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Minnie can be left waiting,” Sirius snorts.

“Our table is at the very front Pads! She’ll see us walking in late! And then they might give my slot to that prick Mulciber!”

“A travesty,” Sirius intones.

“He might be on to something Pads,” Remus points out.  “It takes an hour just for you to primp your hair.”

“Rome wasn’t built in a day Moony!”

“Are you implying that your hair is as extravagant as Rome? Because I think you might be seriously over estimating yourself.” Remus leers, and Sirius only gapes at the lip. God, if James has to watch them dancing around each other for another day he’s going to go rudding gray at the temples.

“You are a plonker Lupin!” Remus narrowly avoids Sirius’s punch aimed for his shoulder, and scurries off across the hall, Sirius’s gaze never leaving his arse all the while.

“That’s lewd,” Dorcas tells him.

“Pitiful from where I’m looking at it.” James snorts.

Sirius only glowers and tosses them the bird. “Come off it.”

“I bet you’d like to come off with’m.” Dorcas sneers, and James actually let’s himself laugh at the increasingly reddening face Sirius has just pulled in retort. Thankfully, none of his curses have a chance to spill out because of Peter strolling in— clad in a suit that’s a little short on the legs  and a little tight in the middle. But he looks presentable at least, which is more than what Sirius could say.

“What’s wrong Pete?” Dorcas asks him as she perches on the armrest of the sofa.

“What do you mean what’s wrong? He’s dressed. He’s brilliant!” James beams, clapping him on the shoulder, noticing a beat too late how Peter’s acting a bit dodgy— hands rinsing in front of him and eyes darting every which way.

“I messaged Marry.”

“Oh Pete.”

“Bloody hell.”

“Why the fuck would you do that!”

The three of them chorus in various tones of disappointment.

“She, erm. Well She posted this picture of her at home with her puppy and I saw a sweater.”

“A sweater?” Sirius repeats, wry as all get out.

“A man’s sweater I mean.”

Dorcas rolls her eyes at him now. “Sweaters don’t have genders Peter.”

“Well this one did!” Peter fumes indignantly. 

James raises his hands, as if he’s calming a spooked animal. “All right, all right. It was a man’s sweater. What did you message her bout it?”

Peter ducks his head once more, flushing pink. “I asked if her new boyfriend is as allergic to Pippa as I was.” Queue another round of discontent moaning.

“You bloody imbecile.” Sirius groans.

“It all just happened so quickly!”

“Things Sirius’s conquests say on their walk of shame for a thousand Alex,” Remus snickers as he steps back inside, fitted in an admittedly fetching, charcoal suit and a different colored tie in each of his hands. “Oh, you all look shifty.”

“Don’t ever criticize my shagging prowess again Lupin!”

“Peter made a mess of things with Marry,” Dorcas says before Sirius can get on one of his tangents.

“Oh Pete.” 

“It happened so quickly,” he tries to explain once more.

Remus only shakes his head and pats his shoulder agreeably. “Sure it did.”

“Well did she read it yet?” Dorcas asks.

“Erm, she was online when I sent her the snap.”

“Oh Peter,” they all groan.

“I need a minute.” He says before retreating to the balcony.

James checks his watch, exactly a half an hour until they all have to go. No time for Peter’s dramatics. Maybe tomorrow James’ll buy him a pint and let him cry over it but they really need to get on with things already.

“C’mon pads, get up.” Remus instructs, trying to tug him off the couch, to which Sirius only smirks.

“You forfeited when you got up Lupin.”

“Oi! I got up to get dressed so James wouldn’t go barmy on us!”

“And I thank you Remus my sweet.” James pipes in while handing Marlene her bag of clothes she had left by the table.

“Pshaw, doesn’t matter. You left it.”

“I left for like five bloody minutes you arse!” Remus shouts.

“So you agree then,” Sirius counters with a cocked brow. “You left it.”

James has to deftly pull Remus away before he pounces on him. “Padfoot don’t be a wanker and just get up and get dressed, won’t you.”

Sirius eyes them both before a look James can’t decipher passes across his face, leaving behind a grim determination. “Righto mates.” He leaps up right then, snatching the cushions up with him, and  swaggering off.

“Oi! What the hell Padfoot!”

“I gave you the seat Lupin.”

“But— But—“ Remus sputters. “You took the  cushions! That’s the entire ruddy essence of the seat!”

“That’s right Lupin!” Sirius glows with far too much smugness for the situation at hand. “I took your essence!”

Remus is left balking after him and James promptly chugs down a handful of Ibuprofen.

“All right boys?” Marlene asks as she strolls out the bathroom in her black dress and heals, pecking Dorcas hello..

“I’m going to murder Sirius bloody Black with my bare hands,” Remus answers, fists tight around his ties and his face scrunched up mulishly.

“I’ll help!” Dorcas crows, before beaming at Lily who’s just clambered in— half dressed with a shawl  in one hand and a different blouse entirely in the other.

“Do you guys reckon I should wear this with my purple pumps, or those new flats I got with a nice pair of slacks.”

“Lily, my love, the angel of my heart, the stars of my night,” James begins, a hand against his chest. “We’ve got twenty-seven minutes till we have to be downstairs.”

“Oh I know love, I just want to look nice for you and your big night,” she says poutingly, kisses his cheek before glancing over at the girls. “Wotcher Dorcas, you and Marlene look lovely.”

“I know,” Dorcas preens.”

“You’re in a jaunty mood?”

“She’s helping Lupin murder Black later tonight,” Marlene explains, lips curled with laughter. 

“Oh lovely.”

“I’ll show him essence,” Remus growls from where he’s still holding vigil to the shut door.

James rolls back his head now, eyes alone definitely not cutting it anymore. “Damn everything.”

“Oh Re you look so smart in that suit,” Lily crows, walking over to him, but begins to cluck her tongue. “But neither of those ties match.”

Sirius used the rest of my ties to use as a rope for his halloween costume last month.”

“Of course he did.”

“He’s dead Lily.”

Lily smooths back his hair dotingly. “Sure he is darling, now c’mon. James has got a wonderful velvet tie that would look ravishing with this fit.” Remus lets Lily drag him away while Still muttering about Sirius and essences and the god forsaken guillotine of all things.

“There’s a video!” Peter shouts as he rushes back inside— blonde hair mussed and cheeks reddening as bright as Lily’s hair.

“Bloody hell Peter!” Marlene scolds, hand pressed to her chest. “Don’t be a git and scare us like that.”

Peter only repeats the fact that there’s a video— of what? James does not know nor does he want to find out. God he just wants them to act mentally sound for one damn night.

“A video!”

“Settle yourself Peter,” Dorcas scolds, a hand on her hip and a scowl twisting her pretty face. James reckons that if she were his history teacher in secondary school he might’ve actually been scared enough not to fall asleep. “Now explain yourself.”

“Mary posted a video of Pippa rolling over and there was a bloke in the background laughing along!”

“You saw a random bloke?” Marlene asks.

“No but I heard’m! Clear as day.”

Dorcas sighs, clamping a hand over his shoulder in solace. “Eh, think logically Peter, you lot only split up a couple weeks ago. I seriously doubt Mary’s gone off and shagged someone else so soon.”

“But I heard’m! Maybe she finally realized she could do better.”

“Oh none of that bollocks Peter Pettigrew.” Marlene bellows, joining her girlfriend to stand in front of him now. “Oi, wasn’t she close with that younger brother of her’s?”

Before Marlene’ even finished asking the question, Peter’s worried expression melts away, brightening ten fold and beginning to  grin like an absolute lune. “Oi McKinnon! You bloody genius! Your right! It’s Marcus! It’s definitely Marcus!”

“Brilliant!” James hurriedly interjects, the time ticking down to only twenty minutes left. “It was obviously, certainly Marcus this entire time. Now why don’t you be a doll Peter and call us the cabs, I don’t want to risk not grabbing one in time. Especially in this miserable weather.”

Peter nods cheerily, picking up his mobile and idly noting that he’s begun to feel a bit peckish.

“There’s some fat in the fridge if you want,” Marlene calls after him, her snickering dining down once the front door to the flat swings open to a harried looking Sirius. James is about ready to row considering that the only notable differences seem to be the fact he’s no longer wearing his DR Martens and his hair’s even more disheveled than before.

“Where is Lupin!”

“Oi, Black! Not the bloody time for your little lovers quarrel.” James snaps.

“He took my pants!”

“Pardon?” Dorcas wheezes with pure delight.

“That sodding little slag stole my pants!”

“You stole my essence!” Remus bellows, storming back into the main room, shirtless and heated. James almost feels bad for Sirius who’s gone all flushed and blotchy at the sight.

“Remus! No, no, no! Why are you getting undressed! We want you all to be fully damn clothed!”

“Oh, that was my doing,” Lily pipes in, thankfully clad in a lovely, green number that brings out her eyes. “I thought that if Remus changed into one of your white undershirts that it’ll help accentuate  the purple tie.”

James really wishes he could stay properly angry at Lily for longer than a second at a time so that he can rebuke them for this little dress up game. But alas, he simply can not, so he’s only left to nod like a daft idiot at her explanation.

“And then I smelt rubbish and so I knew Sirius had returned.” Remus snarls.

“I smell like a fucking field of daisies!”

“Bet your trousers won’t smell that way after an entire  night pantsless,” Remus sneers, and James silently  reminds himself never to cross the scrappy bugger, (It’s always the quiet ones indeed).

“That’s not on Moony! I don’t want to have my bits out for show, everyone will be focussed on their magnificence over poor Jem and his little presenting gig.”

Heatedly, James tosses him the bird.

“Then give me back the essence!” Remus retorts caustically.

“Fine Lupin, you want to play it this way. Game on!” With one final, haughty harumph, Sirius dashes over to his own apartment and Remus only scoffs as he rounds back to the bedroom. 

“What does that even mean! Absolutely nothing that’s what! Damn arse!” Remus grumbles to himself, slamming the door shut after Lily follows, still barefoot herself.

Discretely, James checks his watch once more, feeling a looming sense of dread once realizing that there’s only fifteen minutes left until they have to be out the door.

“Hiya Marcus,” James swings his head up so quickly that he swears he’s got vertigo, but at least Dorcas and Marlene look just as concerned from where they’re also gawking at Peter. “I just wanted to see if you were in town— Oh yeah, yeah. I thought I heard you on the back of that last video Mary posted.”

“Hang up Pettigrew!” Marlene hisses, trying to grab for the phone and is elbowed out the way for her trouble.

“Oh yeah, she did block e after the whole snag with me running over her cat. But you know how it is, making a fake account— Oh, erm I didn’t think it was that weird really.”

“Hang up Peter!” James yells, feeling absolutely hopeless. “Hang up the damn mobile!”

“I know plenty of people who do that! No need to get all shirty!” Peter hisses at Marcus, the color slowly draining out of his face. “No, no you don’t need to tell Maz, ’s not that serious!”

“I need a bloody shot.” Dorcas moans.

“What’s happened?” Remus asks from where he and Lily stroll out the bedroom, fully dressed thank god and both glancing over at a sweating Peter with concern.

“Mary’s surely going to getting a restraining order,” Marlene says with no context, shrinking back when the flat’s door opens once more to Sirius.

“You mad wanker,” James breathes out, not even having enough wits about him to shout. Sirius is standing there, absolutely drowning in countless sweaters pulled up over one another and sweat pants over sweat pants.

“What the bloody hell are you doing!” Remus screams.

“You take my pants, and I wear all your clothes Lupin,” Sirius grins glowingly, eyes glinting with pure mischief.

“You’re going to stretch them all out you absolute beast!”

 “I’ve got to say Moons, your sweats are real comfortable without any pants, nice and soft.” Sirius does a forward lunge right then, wiggling around for good measure. So James really shouldn’t be surprised when Remus actually pounces, knocking him over to the ground.

“My money’s on Lupin, the scrappy bugger,” Marlene cackles.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Peter groans, slamming his head against the table, while Sirius and Remus continue to writhe on the ground like a pair of bloody mutts in heat.

“Get it together you plonkers! We need to leave in ten minutes!”

“He, oof, he took my essence!”

Sirius beams victoriously when he finally gets Remus beneath him and pulls up for breath, “You took my pants before I ever did that Lupin.” 

“Because you’re a insufferable  berk!” Remus hisses, wiggling around and canting forwards, both his and Sirius’s faces going suddenly red, and James shutters to think of what might’ve slid up against each other to elicit that response. Though his imagination is buoyed when Sirius suddenly rocks forwards in a very deliberate way, his head dipping down closer to Remus and it’s like instinct when their lips devour one another’s smolderingly, Remus’s hands fisted in Sirius’s hair, and Sirius’s own sliding around to cup his arse cheeks.

“Oh for bloody hell,” James snarls, absolutely fed up. He grabs the cup of discarded fat and pours it on the pair of them, making it so they both jump apart in a flash— panting breaths and flushed cheeked and both of the sporting obvious hard ons— even through the layers that Sirius has got on.

“You lot have got eight minutes and thirty five seconds to get it the bloody hell together, change into something respectable and then meet me downstairs,” James instructs, seething and brooking no arguments.  “Now disperse damn it!”

.-

They end up fifteen minutes late, and McGonagall just gives James a cool glance above her flute of wine as they scramble to the table, but it’s fine, because James gets to shake Ludo Bagman’s hand and everything while up on stage— Even if Remus and Sirius make a conspicuous retreat to the gents the moment he sits back down and don’t meet up with everyone until after the ceremony ends.

James repeats, bloody blunders.

.-

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[jetaime-jespere]

Under The Weather

Some pointless fluff that's been floating around my head for a few days. Also on ao3 🙂

It’s not the usual alarm clock that wakes her this time - the tauntingly peaceful melody that she now associates with being ousted from a dream every morning.

In fact, Emily is hardly awake. Her eyes are still sealed shut, she’s still nestled under the covers because the thought of moving is almost unbearable. Even in her sleep induced haze, the only thing she’s fully aware of is just how shitty she feels, like every part of her body has somehow teamed up against her in unison. What started last night as a subtle headache is now accompanied by a persistent rawness in the back of her throat. The same pain has crept in to settle behind her eyes, and now radiates around her head, like a pair of gnarled hands wrapped and clenched around her brain. But that isn’t the only thing - everything just hurts. Her limbs feel like lead, her throat is now on fire, lips cracked and chapped from the winter air. Her mouth is dry as dust as she grapples for the glass of water Aaron had left on her nightstand hours ago - something he’s done since they moved in together.

Cracking one eye open takes monumentally more effort than it should. The wind rattles against the windows, whistling through the bitterly cold February morning and Emily groans at the prospect of even moving from the safety of their warm bed. A glance at the clock tells her it’s 5:40. Aaron’s side is empty, the sheets cooled, but she can hear the steady pulse of the shower, see the steam curling out from under the door. The cloying pull of sleep is too consuming, the glass of water all but forgotten as Emily groans. The notion of having to get up in less than a half an hour is making her stomach roil in protest.

Instead, she burrows herself deeper into the blankets, wishing somehow this day would somehow restart itself. Her eyelids are too heavy to stay open, even though the looming reality of her alarm hovers over her, along with the daunting challenge of making it through the day. Emily remembers the stack of unfinished case reports left on her desk from yesterday, abandoned in the wake of remembering Ava’s ballet class just a few minutes too late to be early for once. That’s about the time the headache started, subtle enough to temporarily ignore as their daughter happily chattered away in the backseat, little legs kicking against the leather upholstered seat - a story about unicorns and fairies, one Emily could probably retell herself she’s heard it so many times. If only she knew then.

The next thing she’s aware of is Aaron bending down to kiss her awake, fresh from the shower and half dressed in an undershirt, his skin still damp as he murmurs good morning . The whiff of eucalyptus soap and his mouthwash only makes her dizzy as she all but pushes her husband away from her with an ill attempted protest against his affection. “Five more minutes,” she croaks. “S’tired.”

“Sweetheart?” Aaron questions even though he doesn’t have to. He’s no stranger to her indifference to early mornings, the way her arms wind around his neck to pull him close most days when he wakes her with the same kisses, the same sweet nothings in her ear. On the rare occasion when they have more time, he ends up back in bed with her, making the most of a few precious moments. Those mornings are his favorites - the ones where he gets to press her into the mattress, get her leg over his shoulder, seal his mouth against hers to muffle the moans he hasn’t grown tired of hearing even years after he first heard them. But this is different. He figures it out immediately, knuckles brushing against her flaming cheek, skin clammy under his touch.

“Hmmph?” Emily shrugs out from under his touch, the cool hand on her burning forehead a reminder of just how awful she feels. “Five more minutes and I’ll get up.”

Aaron laughs softly, already reaching for his phone on the dresser. “Not a chance.”

“I’ll be fine in a half hour.” It’s a futile attempt; Aaron knows her better than she knows herself by now. Emily doesn’t get sick often, maybe once every few years. But when she does, it hits hard and fast, rendering her inherently useless for a day or two, and they’re all a little thrown off kilter without her. Even though her eyes are closed she can practically see him making arrangements - school dropoff and pickup, soccer practice for Jack, ice skating lessons for Ava. It’s also a Wednesday, the one day a week he spends mostly in meetings as unit chief. It’s the day she picks up more slack around the house, handles the after school activities in addition to her own professional responsibilities. It’s a routine they’ve perfected through trial and error over time.

“You weren’t yourself last night,” he sinks down beside her, his weight dipping the mattress down as he pushes some hair from her face. “You barely touched your dinner. You fell asleep with the light on,” he adds pointedly, pressing his lips to his wife’s forehead for confirmation. “And you definitely have a fever.”

“Do not,” she argues. It’s becoming harder and harder to challenge him, a battle she knows she’ll ultimately lose. There’s no way he’ll let her out the door let alone into the BAU at this point. Despite the sweat that trickles down her back, her teeth chatter together.

Aaron wraps her into his arms, aware of how she melds against his chest as she seeks the warm comfort of his body. “Do too.” His tone is light, which only manages to frustrate her more. “And you’re staying home today. Don’t even try to argue with me.”

Emily attempts to pull away from his embrace. “I have a meeting too, you know. Jack has practice and Ava -”

“Has ice skating. I know, Sweetheart.” Aaron gently pushes her back down, tucking the blankets around her. “I know their schedule. And yours. We’ll manage.” But he’s already reaching for his phone, dialing a number he knows by heart.

“Who are you calling?” She asks weakly, succumbing to his insistence. The sky has lightened to a shade of dark blue instead of inky black, the first traces of the winter morning starting to peek through the curtains.

“I’m texting Garcia. If she can take Ava this afternoon, I can get Jack to soccer after my last meeting.”

Emily grumbles while he taps out a message as she runs through her day ahead. There are her own meetings, of course, a slew of chores around the house waiting when she gets home, all the little things that accumulate during the week without fail, over and over. Aaron can almost read her mind as he gets dressed, disappearing into the depths of their closet to pluck a suit from the rack on his side. “Things won’t implode without you, Em. We can survive one day.”

From her place in bed, Emily watches him dress, securing the sleeves of his dress shirt, the jacket stretching across his broad shoulders over the crisp fabric of his shirt. Some days, she can’t believe they’ve come this far. Seven years of marriage has brought its fair share of ups and downs, most recently an ill-timed miscarriage in the days before Christmas. She hadn’t been too far along - ten weeks - but December 23rd was spent at her doctor, Aaron’s hand wrapped around hers as the news was broken, their eyes glued to the ultrasound screen. They hadn’t been trying at all. It was a surprise neither of them expected, which only seemed to worsen the blow when it abruptly ended. Emily had been the picture of composed, smiling through her grief on Christmas Eve, distracted by Ava and Jack’s excitement, the endless mountain of gifts to smuggle from their closet under the tree, only to spend the early hours of Christmas morning crying in his arms until he rocked her to sleep. She closes her eyes, wills herself not to think of it. It’s still a little too soon.

When he’s fully dressed, traces of cologne lingering in the air, Aaron gathers a box of tissues and fills a glass of water, setting both down next to Emily. “I’ll bring you some toast before I leave. You need to eat something.”

“You need to wake -”

“I’m already -”

“Mommy?” The voice outside the door tells them at least one more Hotchner is already awake. Aaron drops a quick kiss on Emily’s head, frowning when he notes how warm she is. He makes a mental note to bring some ibuprofen with the toast and opens the door just a crack to find their daughter on the other side, fully dressed, not a hair out of place.

“Where’s Mommy?” He’s met with the round, concerned eyes that belong to Ava. Even at six, she could be Emily’s clone, with sleek dark locks and the same pale skin. Ava is precocious, sharp as a tack yet sensitive, hesitant to trust but loyal to a fault. Her arrival in the world had been dramatic, at one point downright terrifying for a few minutes, shoulder dystocia to blame. Aaron had turned ghostly pale as the doctors rattled off medical jargon he’d only ever seen dramatized on primetime television. Yet it was that same efficiency and urgency that ultimately brought their daughter safely into the world a short time later. The moment she was placed in his hands, Aaron was completely smitten, his world forever changed.

“Mommy isn’t feeling well, Ava.” Aaron explains with an abundance of patience, his tone soft and reassuring. In the days after Christmas, following the miscarriage, Ava had been confused when Aaron took Emily’s usual place at the new, massive dollhouse from Santa, doing his best to display the same enthusiasm his wife so effortlessly showed. He’d uttered the same words - Mommy isn't feeling well - when she protested, complaining about his doll handling skills and seeming inability to make their hair look half as good as Emily did. Even though his placations  held an entirely different meaning then, Ava questioned him relentlessly. Telling a version of the truth had been harder than he anticipated, for more reasons that one.

“Is Mommy okay?” Ava asks, persistent as ever.

“She’s fine, honey. Just the flu. Remember when you had it in Kindergarten? You got to stay home while Jack went to school. Mommy and I took turns staying home with you? You got to eat popsicles in bed and watch TV during the day?”

Ava nods, not fully convinced as she tries to poke her head further into their bedroom. “I guess.”

“That’s what Mommy has, honey. Grown-ups get sick too. So Daddy is going to drive you to school. Aunt Penelope is going to take you to ice skating lessons this afternoon.”

Ava squeals with delight at the mention of Garcia, clapping her tiny hands together, only to have the expression melt off her face seconds later. Then she frowns. “But Daddy,” she whispers slowly, her resemblance to Emily and similar mannerisms uncanny, as if profiling him even at the tender age of six. “You don’t know the Good Morning song.”

Aaron checks his watch and pinches the bridge of his nose as he peers into the hallway. Jack’s bedroom door is still firmly closed, indicating his son is most likely still sound asleep. Waking him is the next battle, one of his least favorite tasks as of late. “What song, Ava?” He sighs, not missing the fleeting touch of amusement that crosses Emily’s face from across the room, the softest of laughs. Even in her current state, pale and tired, clearly more than under the weather, Aaron thinks she’s stunning.

“Mommy and I always sing the Good Morning song on the way to school.” Ava folds her arms across her chest, tapping her foot against the floor. “If you don’t know the words -” Her dark eyes double in size, widening impossibly as she stubs her toe with disappointment. “How can you drive me to school?”

“Honey -”

“Mommy knows all the words.”

“Ava - “

“Daddy.” She challenges, sticking her lower lip out in a whiny pout. Aaron knows what’s ahead. Even though Ava has him completely wrapped around her tiny finger, their daughter absolutely adores her mother, never missing an opportunity to steal a few quiet moments together. He often finds Ava curled in Emily’s lap, listening to a story, or playing dress up with some of Emily’s old clothes. Aaron has caught a few misplaced tubes of lipstick hidden in her dress-up box, ones Emily thought she lost long ago. He’s seen the pictures she draws, the way Ava always draws Emily next to her in each one. It tugs on every single one of his heartstrings, every single time.

“Mommy will teach me,” he assures her, crouching down to her level, bringing her to lean on his knee. “Daddy will do his best to know all the words before I take you to school.” He ruffles Ava’s hair as she beams, seemingly appeased by his effort. “Can you be my special helper this morning and wake Jack for me?”

Her face brightens instantly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face at the thought of what she’s being asked to do - something that, most of the time, she’s actively told not to do. “Okay!”

Aaron grimaces slightly as Ava skips off down the hall. There’s a finite window of time until he’s left to deal with Jack’s morning moodiness, exacerbated by his sister’s surprise wakeup call. But it’s worth the few extra minutes he’ll get to spend with his wife. Emily is now fully awake, looking even more miserable than she had moments before.

“You’re on your own for the good morning song,” she rasps sarcastically. Her voice is hoarse, even as she tries to smile. “Couldn’t sing it for you if I tried.”

“I think I’m going to take her for donuts. Those strawberry frosted ones she loves?” He slips back in bed beside Emily, pulling her into his arms once again. “Distraction at its finest.”

“The ones I love,” Emily reminds him, swiping her thumb across his cheek. “Good luck.”

“Right. Hopefully she’ll forget all about it.” Then he remembers just who he’s talking about - a miniature version of the woman he somehow got lucky enough to call his wife, instantly realizing how wrong he is. He’s a goner; he won’t hear the end of this for days.

“I doubt it. But you can give it a try.” Emily snuggles into his chest, savoring their final few minutes of peace.

…

Winter sun streams through the windows, casting the bedroom in a mix of shadows and blinding light.

She isn’t sure how much time has passed - an hour could easily be three, maybe five. Sleep has consumed her, on and off all morning. Yet she’s uncomfortable, alternating between throwing the covers off and disappearing into them, unable to seek enough warmth as she reaches for one more blanket. Everything still hurts, and topped off by a congestion that settles deep in her lungs, rattles her chest with every cough. She almost feels worse now than she did earlier, if that’s even possible.

The house is quiet, so she hears the subtle rumbling of the garage opening, the soft creak of the door leading into the house. Emily smiles to herself - she’d recognize his footsteps anywhere as he makes his way through the living room. He’s undoubtedly picking up wayward shoes and toys along the way, most likely grumbling about the clutter. He’d never admit it (even if she knows it to be true) but it’s one of his favorite tasks. The mess is a reminder of what they’ve built over time, that sometimes things work out just as they were meant to. Even if it means their house will never be spotless.

She pries one eye open as he shoulders through the bedroom door, slipping his suit jacket off to drape over a chair. “You could have stayed at work.” Emily isn’t surprised at all. She knows him sell enough by now.

“I know.” And while Aaron is fully aware of that, there was never a chance he wasn’t going to come home to tend to her. He stayed at the BAU long enough to get things squared away, arranging plans for the kids, and delegating tasks as needed before making a hasty exit. And now, only a few hours later, he’s back. He checks her forehead, refreshes the glass of water on the nightstand and tosses some tissues into the trash. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Emily shifts to make room beside her. “Worse than before, if that’s possible.” She sighs a little when he wraps her into his embrace. Her head falls against his chest on its own accord. “Ava and Jack?”

“Garcia is taking Ava to ice skating. She’s taking her out for ice cream afterward.” He gets a hand in her hair, rocks her back and forth a little bit until she relaxes fully against him. Almost.

“What about dinner?” Emily mumbles, stifling a cough into her fist. It rattles within her chest, reverberating through her ribs. “She needs real dinner, Aaron.”

“I think she’ll live without vegetables for one night, Emily.”

She’s too tired to argue. “Jack?”

“Dave offered to take him to soccer,” Aaron says, patting her back through the last of the coughing fit and grappling for the water glass on the table. “It’s all taken care of.” His hands are soothing, gentle and strong against the sore, stiff muscles. “You sound terrible.”

Emily pointedly ignores him. “What about you?”

“I cleared my schedule for the rest of the day. Tomorrow too,” he adds with a wink, taking her hands in his own when she starts to object. “I’m making it my mission to get you better.” He shows her the package of popsicles he’d stopped for on the way home, tosses the bag away to the floor. “And I got some of these. Just for you.”

The soft laughter that comes from her is accompanied by yet another hacking cough. It’s the little things he does that are the most thoughtful - a pit stop to the grocery store in the middle of a work day is just one example. “Sounds like you have quite the job ahead of you.” But she’s eyeing the popsicles - it’s the first thing that’s sounded appealing all morning.

“You’re not an easy patient,” Aaron chides as he hands her a cherry flavored one, taking a lemon flavored for himself. “One of the worst I’ve ever dealt with, actually.” He flicks her nose lovingly.

“Is that so?” The cool chill of the frozen ice against her lips and throat is a temporary relief, a moment of reprieve. She doesn’t even notice when a little piece of it breaks off to leave a tiny red stain on the sheets. “You’re no picnic yourself, you know.”

It’s his turn to laugh, because she’s right. He’s just as stubborn, the art of rest and healing lost on them both. “I feel called out.”

“It’s because I’m right,” she quips. And she is.

Emily sleeps fitfully in his arms, only waking up once as the sun sets over the trees in the distance. When her eyes drift open, he has the television remote in one hand, the other anchoring her across his chest. “What time is it?” She mumbles, blinking furiously as her eyes adjust to the dim light.

“Close to five.” He kisses her, rocks her a little to wake her up. “You’ve been sleeping for hours.” Aaron sounds almost pleased that she finally got some solid rest. “I’m going to make you some soup. And don’t tell me I don’t have to.” He untangles himself from her, somehow without disturbing her comfort within their bed. “I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

His fingers brush across her cheek; she’s not as hot to the touch this time. Emily leans into his hand, curling her fingers around his wrist.

“Thank you for coming home.” She hardly sounds any better, certainly doesn’t feel it either. But having him there somehow makes it slightly more bearable, an unexpected silver lining to all of this. And the reverence in his eyes, the same one she sees every time he looks at her, confirms the fact that he’d do it without question. Another example of the unconditional love he’d promised years before when they exchanged vows in Dave’s backyard.

“There’s nowhere else I should be, Sweetheart.”

Four days later, Aaron wakes up with the same aching muscles and raw throat, barely able to keep his eyes open as a new week awaits them. Emily is only more than happy to return his favor.

[robinofinashiro]

request from anonymous: “Can I get a jean x reader you to have dating for 4 years and plains on proposing but before that happens an old high school friend tries to steal you from Jean but fails badly because you care about Jean more than the friend (can you make the friend Colt, Reiner, or Porco)” 

pairing: jean kirstein x fem! reader

req status: OPEN

you were sitting with Jean, drinking a coffee with Connie and Sasha as they were telling you about how a few of your friends from high school were coming into town, wanting to celebrate one of their birthdays. 

you hadn’t seen Porco, Colt, or Reiner in years. after high school, they all had went to different universities as you and Jean went to the same university, promptly moving in together. while you would have kept in contact, you really didn’t feel a need too as you had all of your closest friends in the same university as you. 

“that’s exciting, what are they planning on doing for Colt’s birthday?” you asked Sasha. she read the message again, “oh, they want to grab dinner or something. I really don’t know as Porco, per usual, hardly specified on the plans,” Sasha explained. 

Jean gave you a look, hoping you denied the plans. both of you were landing on your fourth year together this weekend and he knew this year would be the year he would be proposing to you. Connie had went with him to pick out your ring, reminding himself not to tell Sasha or else her loud mouth would go and tell you by complete accident. 

the four years the both of you spent together were some of the most refreshing years of his life. when you met him your senior year, crushes he had on anyone at that time were completely wiped away. Mikasa? he left her completely to Eren. the girls hitting him up for a random Saturday night adventure were blocked. 

“I mean, Jean and I weren’t planning on anything so I don’t see why not?” you looked over to Jean, whose face dropped a bit. he nodded, not really muttering in agreement but nodding his head yes, “I’ll just text Reiner for the information tonight,” you told Sasha, grabbing your wallet before heading to the cashier to pay for your drink, along with Jean’s. 

“why Colt’s birthday? why did he decide to come here?” Jean complained to the two. Connie laughed, sensing his friends jealousy, “don’t tell me you’re still jealous of their old relationship?” Connie joked.

Jean didn’t say much, confirming Connie’s theory. Sasha couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at his ridiculousness. 

“its been four years Jean,” Sasha said, “they probably haven’t spoken since graduation,” Sasha added on. Jean rolled his eyes, “still, they were in that play together and nothing in the world can change my mind that he didn’t have feelings for her,” Jean stated. 

Connie and Sasha groaned, the three of them dropping the topic as you walked back to the table. you motioned to Jean as you put your jacket on, “well, we’re heading home to get ready. Reiner mentioned they were coming down here around nine so we I guess we should be getting ready and all that jazz?” you told the three. 

Connie and Sasha giggled to themselves, taking in Jean’s face as he pulled on his own jacket. you wondered what had them so giggly but decided to drop it, knowing it was some weird thing going on between them. 

you told the two goodbye, grabbing Jean’s hand and intertwining it with yours. “you okay?” you asked, “you’ve been weird since Sasha brought up the thing for Colt’s birthday.” 

Jean shook his head, “I’m fine, just have a small headache,” yeah, that headache was Colt Grice himself. you ran your fingers through his hair, “you can lay down for a while, maybe it’ll go away with some ibuprofen?” you said, “I can run you a warm towel and get in the shower while you’re laying down. if you’re still feeling under the weather, we can just skip his birthday and apologize tomorrow.” 

he could see the concern on your face, laughing to himself about how worried you got about a measly headache. Jean kissed you, telling you not to worry about and that he would be fine by the time the outing came around. 

once you got home, Jean laid down on the couch, taking your warm towel and putting it on until he heard the shower running. he took it off, feeling a bit bad that he lied about having a headache but he just couldn’t stand the fact that you had to be around Colt tonight. a feeling in his gut telling him to watch out for the blond. 

the night rolled around as you spent most of the afternoon finishing your makeup. when Jean saw you walkout of the bathroom with your makeup done, his jaw dropped on the floor. you hadn’t gotten that dressed up in months and if he was being honest, he kinda hated it. 

Jean hated it only because that meant that he hadn’t taken you out properly in months. you were wearing one of your favorite outfits, one he loved because it hugged your curves nicely and your hair was styled the way you always did it when you went out with him. 

“you look amazing babe,” his whispered, bringing you in for a kiss. you smiled, “thanks! figured since we’re actually going out tonight, might as well dress up for you while we’re at it,” you said, giving him a quick kiss before slipping on your shoes and texting Sasha and Reiner that you were both on your way to the restaurant. 

the entire time, Jean held his jean pocket that held the engagement ring. he had no idea why he brought it but in the back of his mind, something had screamed at him to just bring it. Connie every now and again had asked him if he popped the question yet and every time he said no, Connie would scream to him about it. 

the restaurant was a few miles out of town, in a college bar crawl part of town. Jean had been to this area a few times before but he wondered why the boys had picked that part of town since they were no longer freshman. 

you parked right next to where Connie and Sasha were at. the two of them complimenting how nice you looked. Connie looked over to Jean, whispering that you dressed up rather cute for a reunion with Colt. Jean’s eye twitched, knowing he was doing it to get under his skin. 

you found Reiner and Colt in the front waiting for all of you. you instantly hugged Reiner, whispering how much you missed him before you heard a scoff coming from Colt. you released Reiner, giving Colt a smile as he instantly brought you in a hug. 

“hi to you too, Colt,” you laughed, releasing him. you brought Jean over to you, “I’m sure you remember Jean,” you mentioned, squeezing his hand. Colt nodded, giving Jean a simple head nod and redirecting his entire attention to you again. 

Jean could sense this was going to be a long night as all of you walked into the restaurant. you made sure to sit next to Jean and Sasha, making sure that you didn’t leave Jean’s side considering the restaurant was a bit packed. 

+

it was nearing midnight and you could feel yourself getting a bit buzzed with the alcohol you were drinking. you weren’t planning on getting plastered but the two glasses of wine you had was a bit strong and you found yourself laughing more than usual. 

some how, you ended up talking with Colt near the bar as Jean, Reiner, Porco, Connie, and Sasha were all playing pool together. you weren’t really interested in the game and Colt offered to stay by your side, mumbling a sarcastic comment to Jean about how he would take care of you. 

“so, how are you and Jean?” Colt asked randomly. he saw how your eyes lit up at the mention of your boyfriend, “great! we’re about to head into our four year anniversary,” you said excitedly. 

Colt’s eyebrows fluttered in confusion. 

“four years? and still hasn’t proposed to you?” he asked trying not to seem pushy. you shrugged, “it’s fine. I’m not in a rush to get married and neither is Jean. whenever he pops the question, I’ll obviously say yes,” you said a bit dreamily. 

Colt sighed before trying to grab your hand. you gave him a look, wondering what the hell came over the blond as you pushed yourself back a bit. Jean saw the entire interaction happening, letting you deal with it until he felt like you couldn’t anymore. 

“I’m just saying, if you ever wanted.....to you know, give me a try again, I’d always be okay with that,” you didn’t know what to say. giving him a silent response before sighing, “Colt, you’re a great friend but Jean and I really great together and I already told you, our anniversary is close and I don’t hold the feelings I once had for you,” you murmured, finally. 

Colt sighed, not knowing what to say but before he could say anything, Jean walked over to you, knowing you had denied whatever Colt was doing to you as his look of sadness was written all over his face. you gave Jean a sigh of relief, kissing him as if Colt wasn’t even there. 

he took you back to where everyone was, Colt slowly making his way later after trying to get over his rejection. you had kept yourself by Jean’s side for the rest of the night, holding and kissing him, making everyone else gag at how affectionate you were being. 

Jean had wanted to catch a fresh of breath air before spending the final few minutes with everyone else until the bar closed. you agreed to come out with him as you instantly told him what Colt had did earlier and laughing together. you felt a bit bad for laughing at Colt’s expense.

once the laughing died down, Jean looked at you, taking you in under the moonlight and bringing you in for a kiss. you were bit flustered at the way it turned a bit heated but soon, Jean pulled away, caressing your cheek before grabbing something from his pocket. 

“I would have saved this for a different time but it’s been on my mind all day,” he opened the box, showing you the ring as you realized what he was doing. You heard gasps from all of your friends as they were coming out of the restaurant to inform you that it was closing but instead, they watched as Jean knelt down on one knee. 

“I would give you some grand speech but you know that you mean the world to me and making you my wife...the future Mrs.Kirstein would mean even more to me.” 

you smiled, wiping a tear off your face as you nodded and screamed yes. Jean instantly picked you up, spinning you in circles before finally letting you down and putting the ring on your finger. Sasha and Connie ran out the door, Sasha basically knocking you down to the ground as Connie gave Jean a ‘bro’ hug. 

the two of them congratulating you as Reiner and Porco congratulated you afterwards. Colt had saw the entire interaction happen but remained inside, not wanting to see you or Jean. 

you gave Jean a kiss, telling everyone that you both wanted to head out. you knew what Jean had planned as his hands were roaming everywhere on your body with kisses littering your neck and shoulder. Sasha and Connie understood exactly what Jean was doing as Sasha murmured about making sure to not have a kid tonight. 

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New Job- One Shot

a/n: basically y/n just got a new job, and before her first day she goes out to celebrate with some friends. she meets harry at the bar. things happen. b o o m.

warnings: angst, adult language, drinking, mentions of sex.

!theres no smut in this guys . give me a break this is my first time posting on tumblr!

words: 1.6k

After months of looking and years of hard work at college, Y/N finally got the call. She had gotten her dream job at a law firm, which might not sound like much but it very much so is. All her life this had been just what her dad wanted for her, to grow up and become a powerful lawyer and strong young woman.

So that’s what she did. She worked her ass off, never attending parties and never straying far from the lines. Pretty much everything she did was to please the memory of her beloved father.

Tonight though, was a change of pace for Y/N. A group of her friends invited her to the local bar, after finding out about her new found job.

“Come on Y/N. One drink. Live a little before you jump into that great job of yours.” Mia said into the phone.

Y/N sighed and looked around at her apartment. She didn’t really have any plans for the night, and there wasn’t any harm in having one drink with her friends. I mean, how often do you get to celebrate things like this right?

“Fine, Mia. Just one drink. No funny business though, I really can’t go in tomorrow with a hang over.” Y/N smiled.

One drink very quickly became two, and two became four. Y/N was very drunk. The room was a bit blurry, but she was certainly sober to know she’d had enough.

Mia and the group were having a blast, and of course she was as well. This type of thing was never Y/N’s scene. She was more of the ‘stay inside with a blanket and a book’ kind of girl.

She kind of hated nights like this. The smell and taste of alcohol overpowering her senses, drunk sweaty people dancing around, and a black dress that was all too short and uncomfortable.

After looking at her friends a while more, she had decided she was done. It’s way past time to call it a night.

She gave a smile to know one in particular, and turned to get her wallet.

She did not expect though, to be met with very pretty eyes and the most gorgeous hair she has probably seen on a man, or any human being for that matter.

“Can I buy you a drink, love?” The man asked, eyeing her carefully up and down.

His voice was dripping with attractiveness, and a beautiful english accent.

“Uhm, I really should be going. Thank you though,” She did her best to be polite.

Although the man looked like a literal gift from God, she really needed to get home.

She missed her pajamas. And her cat.

“Come on, just one. If you really wanna go after that, I’ll call you an uber.” He smiled.

Okay, by now Y/N was very sure she was dreaming. No man that sexy can possibly be that kind. Nope.

She looked at him carefully, like he did to her just moments ago. He was quite tall compared to her, and he was wearing a very nice suit, that fit him perfectly. A businessman maybe?

The man continued to patiently wait, until she gave her answer.

“Okay fine one drink, can I at least have your name?” She smiled at the curly headed man.

He clapped his hands together softly, and let out a chuckle.

“I’m Harry.”

——————————————————————————

Y/N felt the warmth of the sun on her as she slowly sat up in her bed. The memories of last night still a mystery in her mind.

All she knew is that, somehow she was not late for work.

And there was someone in her bed.

A man was laying next to her, facing the opposite direction. From what she could see, he was hot. He certainly had a very nice back.

“I’m Harry.”

Memories from the night prior flooded her mind. She began to slightly panic. She’s never experienced anything like this before, and she didn’t quite know what to do with the man in the bed next to her.

He was fast asleep, and right now she wishes she were dead. Out of all the stupid things she's ever done, this seems to take the cake. 

Trying her best not to wake the man, Y/N made her way quietly out of her room. I mean, she could just get ready for work? Let him wake up on his own?

With the few times that she had gotten drunk in the past, she's never really had a hang over. Call it good karma, or maybe just luck.

She examined her self in the mirror, noticing the hickeys that littered her pale chest.

"Jesus. Couldn't he have aimed a little lower there Harry." She grimaced, turning away from the mirror.

Although she felt a little stupid and embarrassed, she didn't really regret sleeping with the man in her bed.

He seemed mature, which is always nice in situations like this. Not to mention he was mind numbingly attractive.

—

Soon after her shower was finished and she had gotten ready for work, she stepped out of the bathroom trying her best to prepare to wake the man up.

It took every bone in her body not to just let him stay there until he deemed fit to leave, but she figured that wouldn't be the best of ideas. She walked down the small hallway and quickly noticed the smell of coffee surrounding the apartment.

Walking into the kitchen, the man was stood in just his boxers, patiently waiting for the coffee to brew.

Standing there she decided to indulge herself a bit. She never really gets the pleasure of housing someone like this in her apartment, so she figures it wouldn't hurt to admire a bit.

"The mugs are in the top cabinet." She was a bit surprised by how weak her voice was, considering how confident she was last night.

He turned quickly and gave her a quick smile. He seemed a bit wrecked, which was a given under the circumstances.

"Hangover?" She asked, slowly making her way to the medicine cabinet.

He nodded and sat with his cup of black coffee, placing his hands around his head.

"Yes. You seem perfectly fine though. Is it bad that i kind of wish you were hungover too?" He laughed a bit, but quickly grimaced at the sound of his own voice.

What he said made her giggle a bit, before she handed him a few ibuprofen.

He mumbled a quick thank you and finished his cup of coffee.

He stood, placing his hand on either side of the counter where Y/N sat.

Suddenly, she felt like she was in junior high all over again. Y/N felt her cheeks go hot and it felt like every sign of breath had vacated her lungs.

"Hangover or not. From what i can remember, last night was great." He said in a slight whisper.

He was close enough now, that Y/N could feel his breath on my neck. It sent shivers down her spine and she could've swarm she would die right on the spot.

He placed his lips on hers gently, and boy she could've sworn she felt sparks. Her whole face was on fire at this point. No man, or woman, has ever had quite this effect on her.

"I wish I could stay love, but I have to head in to work in about an hour." He said, tracing circles on the side of her arm.

She smiled and looked at the clock, she still had about thirty minutes before she had to get to the firm, and living pretty close surely helped her situation.

"It's okay you can go. It was nice- meeting you Harry."

He gave her one last kiss on the lips before returning to the room to get dressed.

—

Y/N was actually quite sad that he had left. She wishes he could've stayed longer, but she wasn't going to be that girl.

It was a one night stand, and nothing more.

She sighed and looked up at the polished building. Her cup of coffee had gone a bit cold, but she drank it nonetheless.

She checked her watch quickly, and decided it would be best just to go ahead in.

Y/N was very nervous. She worked hard and earned her position, but she was still a bit worried about how her arrival would be taken.

She was a nice girl, and she hoped that people would treat her the same.

She got a few looks as she walked in, but most everyone continued on with their business as if she was just another intern. That she was though.

"Y/N hey!" She stopped in her tracks as her close friend Liam flagged her down.

He stopped in front of her and began to give her the run down of the building.

"Here's everything you need, badge, ID card, and I wrote down the pin numbers to the break room doors. Oh and you have a quick meeting with the boss in about five minutes. He's running late, so you can just go wait in his office." Liam panted.

I was a bit overwhelmed with all the information he gave me, but I did my best not to show my nervousness.

"Okay. I'm going to head there now. Wish me luck okay?" She grinned at the man.

He gave her a quick hug, and then hurriedly made his way over to his office.

———

The bosses office was quite bare. She'd never seen or met this man. Y/N was hired by the head of the department she'd be working in. This man that she was meeting with was the head of the whole damn building.

Kind of intimidating, but it's nothing she can't handle.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door opened and closed quickly.

"I apologize for my lateness, Miss Y/L/N. I was stuck in morning traffic." A familiar voice rang out.

She grimaced and turned around slowly to face the man.

Her boss.

"Harry?"

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hc of amy having a bad day and struggling with mac? say he’s very clingy or also upset

Guess what, this accidentally turned into a fic too. And it kinda shifted into 'Jake and Amy having a bad day and struggling with Mac for very different reasons'... I hope you still like it!

(read it on AO3)

It had become evident pretty early on that when Mac got sick, he gravitated towards Amy much more. Sure, Jake was also sometimes good for snotty cuddles and cough-soothing baths, but at some point he would call for his mom, or whine and spread his arms towards her with his legs kicking in frustration, and it said a lot about how much Jake has grown that he didn't even hesitate to hand him over without acting hurt. Maybe the blissful calm washing over Mac's face as soon as Amy was hugging him helped with that, too. It was such a wonderful thing to see after hours of crying, coughing, sneezing, whining and general sad pouting that only a Peralta-baby is capable of, Jake barely had the energy to worry about how it felt to be so blatantly rejected by his little boy.

It'd also become evident that Mac’s clingy phase had started a bit earlier than most of their parenting books prophesied. If Amy was home, he wanted to be on her lap, or in her arms, or wrapping his little arms around her leg as she tried to work in the kitchen. Jake got “NO!”ed and waved away far more often than he was asked for a hug himself, and again, it took a lot of newfound maturity not to let that get to him - and maybe he did not have enough of that yet, because it absolutely got to him in quieter moments.

(He knew it’d pass, like any phase in a toddler’s life passes at some point. Like the phase of Mac refusing anything but that one specific carrot puree passed, or the phase of him being unable to sleep anywhere except cuddled in between them, waking up as soon as they tried to carry him back to his own bed.)

The real trouble starts when both these situations collide.

-*-

Mac woke them up at 4:30 sharp, two hours before Amy’s first alarm, crying so hard it almost sounded like screaming. When Jake tiptoed into the nursery, he had to ignore the frustrated shouts of Nonono and Mamam that he was almost used to by now, to actually check what was wrong. Probably another ear infection, he realised after seeing the symptoms they’d become very familiar with during the last time they’d battled through one of those. They had to bring him to the doctor to be sure, but he already knew they were looking forward to at least two days of unsoothable crying and fussing.

He also knew that things would be hell for Amy.

In theory, it would make far more sense for him to call in sick to take care of Mac. As much as he loved his detective work, the simple fact that his wife outranked him (and thus outdid him in both salary and responsibilities, obviously) meant that if one of them had to take a few days off, it should be him first and foremost. In practice, however, Mac was going to be even more insufferable than just from his sickness if left alone with him at the moment. He was still crying for Amy as Jake lifted him out of the cot - he would be screaming bloody murder if she closed the door of the apartment behind her.

“Earache?” Amy asked already as Jake stepped back into the bedroom, Mac’s wailing lessening only slightly as he stretched his arms out toward her. She pulled him to her as Jake sighed and nodded.

“I think so. I’ll take him to the doc when they open.” He tried to offer, but he knew Amy would refuse it anyway.

“No, I can do it. I’ll call in sick - you get back to sleep for work.”

“I’ll try.” He sighed again as he dropped onto his back while Amy was sitting up to sway Mac, who’d actually quieted down into little sobs and sniffles in her arms. “I’m sorry, Ames.”

“It’s nobody’s fault he’s sick, especially not yours.”

“Yeah, but I wish I could help more. If he wasn’t- you know.”

“I know.” Amy let her free hand not holding Mac drift through Jake’s sleep-messy curls. She knew that, as much as he tried to pretend it wasn’t bothering him, he secretly hated the thought of his son rejecting him in any way, even if it was as nonsensical as a clingy toddler phase.

Luckily it didn’t take long for him to actually fall back asleep with her hand in his hair, and she carefully wiggled out of bed to let him rest while settling down with a still crying Mac in his nursery rocking chair.

-*-

They got to get ready together as they usually did in the morning, at least - even if Amy was only getting dressed to drive to the pediatrician and straight back again. She’d already called Holt and explained the situation before Jake handed her a mug of coffee, and Mac had been, at the least, not crying for the last ten minutes while sitting in his playpen in the living room. Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as last time.

“I can pick up whatever the doc prescribes on my lunch break.” Jake smiled at her, ruefully, and she considered telling him again that it was okay, that she could do it - but something told her to keep her options of at least a few minutes not alone with a sick toddler open.

She desperately needed that option when lunchtime came around.

Doctor Maurice had quickly confirmed their suspicions and told her that there wasn’t much more they could do than wait it out, keep an eye on his fever and medicate with ibuprofen and warm compresses. Not that any of that had helped. When Mac wasn’t crying, he was screaming, and when he wasn’t screaming, he wanted to be close to her, but he couldn’t lie down without the pain getting worse, so simply plonking down on the couch with him was out of the question. She’d let him breastfeed far more than had been their norm now that he was slowly getting weaned, because it seemed to give him some relief at least, as well as quieting him for a blissful moment. But then the infection had travelled to his stomach as well, the same way it had last time, and he staunchly refused any and all food or milk. She’d seriously started considering foregoing the diapers completely and just letting him play in the empty bathtub so she could rinse him off from time to time, because five dirty diapers in under twenty minutes had to be some sort of new record.

So when Jake texted her he was on his way, with a picture of another box of ibuprofen and that herbal steam-bath mix that had helped last time, she sent a silent thank you prayer to anyone who wanted to listen. And she mumbled a not quite as silent thank you against Jake’s lips before he could even get his shoes off at the door.

“I got you one of the good bagel sandwiches for lunch, too.” He said as he hugged her and combed through her messy hair.

“I love you so much.” She hadn’t even realised that the only thing in her stomach so far was still the cup of coffee he’d made her this morning.

He grinned as he put the deli paper bag on the kitchen counter and went over to Mac’s playpen, to say hello to a currently only softly whining toddler smacking an innocent teddy against a pile of soft fabric blocks. Amy followed to wrap her arms around his waist from behind and rest her head against his back, taking in a few deep breaths of Jake, of something that didn’t smell of diarrhea, moist compresses, milk-hiccups and spit up.

“Also Holt gave me an hour for lunch, so if you want to take a nap or something-”

“God.” Amy groaned with pure happiness as Jake turned around in her embrace. “Marry me, Mr. Perfect.”

“Any place, any time, babe.” He kissed the crown of her head while returning her hug, sniffing her hair with a chuckle. “But maybe a shower first before the big day.”

“Rude.” Amy mumbled with her face pressed against his chest. “I rescind the proposal.”

His chuckle turned into a laugh at that, and he slowly unraveled her arms around him. “Nap first, then shower, how’s that sound? Then a bagel. I’ll give Mac his lunch.”

“Good luck with that.” She sighed before giving him another quick kiss and making a beeline for the bedroom.

-*-

She’d hopped straight from bed into the bathroom later, relishing in the feeling of the hot water washing away any aches left over after that much needed nap. Alas, when she stepped out of the oh-so-peaceful bathroom, she was met with a wall of sound.

Mac was wailing, hard, as Jake swayed him back and forth, holding another warm compress against his little ear, and trying to make soothing noises despite the shrill screams of No and MAMA! straight into his face.

“Shsshhshsh, hey, it’s okay, bud, it’s okay. I know you don’t like me much at the moment, but it’s gonna be okay, and mom is coming back soon-”

He stopped as he noticed her stepping into the room, giving her an apologetic smile as she took Mac from him. The wailing turned into regular crying at least, albeit still loud.

“I’m sorry babe - did he wake you up? He won’t eat either.”

“I set an alarm, actually. So you won’t be back late.” Amy sat down on the couch and pulled up her shirt (freshly changed after the shower, and god had that felt good as well). Mac latched onto her breast almost immediately, and a wonderful quiet settled across the room, only his little snuffling and suckling noises breaking through.

Jake’s face was unreadable before he turned towards the kitchen to plate her bagel, but that stoic, almost empty expression told her enough anyway. She grabbed his wrist as he set the plate down on the couch table, pulled softly until he sat down next to her, running her fingers through his hair again to comfort him.

“You know it’s not true, right?”

“Hm?” Jake looked up at her after watching Mac, who finally seemed to calm down completely in her arm, with a vacant look in his eyes.

“It’s not true that he doesn’t like you. He loves you just as much as me. It’s just a difficult phase.”

“I know that.” Jake’s attempt at a smile was still sad enough, and she wiped across the corner of it with the soft tip of her thumb.

“And I love you too. So much.”

“I know that.” And this new smile seemed to turn out right, at least. “You wanna re-marry me, after all.” He teased as he leant his head against her shoulder, looking down at Mac again with a much less forlorn expression.

“Hey, I rescinded that proposal!” She quipped back, falling into their usual banter easily now that she was rested enough and sure that Jake felt better as well. “But I might consider re-re-proposing again if you promise to pick up Polish for dinner.”

“I knew you only wanted me for all the free food delivery.”

“I also need you for other things.” Amy said as she sat up a bit straighter to finish Mac’s feeding, Jake’s head lifting off of her shoulder with the movement. “Like burping your kid. I really don’t want spit-up down this fresh shirt.”

“Aye aye, Sergeant.” Jake joked, already scrabbling for the burp cloth thrown over the armchair next to them and taking Mac out of her arms.

She watched him as he expertly settled the little, squirming bundle against his chest, the swaying and patting motion almost second nature by now, ducking his head down for a quick sniff of that perfect toddler hair scent. He’d have to leave for the precinct soon enough, and she certainly wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the afternoon probably being a reprise of her entire morning, and she didn’t even want to think about the night or next day to come.

Life with a toddler was unpredictable. Almost nothing was in her control anymore. But, as she’d learned over the years, as long as she was with the right people, she could handle anything. And Jake Peralta proved, again and again, that he was the right person for her.

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Kisses // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This is a request for both @boiled-onionrings and @aberrant-annie ! I ADORED writing this!!!

Summary - Reader is an artist with serious art block. So she decides to kiss her best friend all over and turn it into art.

Word Count - 2.2k

This is based off of THIS gif from @nationgubler

I loved being an artist, but with any career in the arts, there is a time where you have some kind of block.

And I was having artist block, right now.

I sat in my studio, my back laying against the floor of the cold tile. As if the ceiling was going to spark some kind of Vincent Van Gogh idea in my head. I lightly brought my hand to my face, slapping my forehead.

"Come on y/n! There's something in there, anything, anything!" My head lolled to the side in frustration, eyes closed. I let out a loud groan of frustration, very grateful in this moment for choosing the most soundproof room of my apartment to do art. This was out of courtesy of my very kind neighbors. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that something would come soon so I wasn't so damn angry. That's when I saw it.

The book Matthew had gotten me for my birthday a few months ago, sitting right next to my painting of lips, one of my best selling prints.

"Hmmm." I sat up slowly, contemplating if I should even ask this favor of him, but Matthew really cared about my career. Maybe I was in luck, so I dialed his phone number. He answered within 2 rings.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" He sounded out of breath, making his voice slightly raspy. This caused my heart to beat a bit faster.

"Uh, I have a favor to ask you, are you okay? You sound out of breath." I could hear him huff another deep breath.

"Yeah! I'm on a run in the park right now."

"Oh! Well don't worry about it then, I can save this-"

"No no! What do you need, I'm on my way home." This was honestly the most nerve-wracking thing ever, asking my best friend And someone I'm slowly falling for to do a kind of scandalous pose for a painting for me.

"It's kind of, weird. It involves art. I can't come up with any ideas and this one came into my head, you can totally say no, I won't-"

"Honey, good lord, I'm not gonna judge you, just tell me." He laughed in the end, easing my stress only slightly at the sound of it.

"Alright, it would be a portrait of you from waist up, but, also, I would, ugh. I feel weird about it!" I paused momentarily, sighing into the phone and making a pouty face that he *thankfully* couldn't see. "Then I would put kisses all over you, to like, I don't know."

"Spice it up?"

"Yes."

"I'll be over soon, I'm gonna take a shower. See you soon sunshine!" And that was it. Nearly no hesitation and he agreed to it.

*Why did I worry so much?*

Probably because you like him so much, *dumbass*.

I tidied up my studio as a distraction, waiting for a knock at my door. My wooden easel clicked on the floor as I set it near the big window in the room. I set a stool in front of it for Matthew, facing him towards it for good natural lighting. I plopped a 24x16 canvas onto the easel. My heart nearly jumped from my chest as I heard the knock at my door. I almost slipped running to it.

I opened the door to see a smiling Matthew. He was leaning against my door frame dressed in a white button-down and some regular jeans.

"I don't see you wearing any lipstick, how are you gonna manage putting kisses all over me without it?" He teased with a smirk.

This man really knew how to make my heart stop, it was almost insane how much of an effect he had on me. But I was surprisingly good at hiding it.

"I haven't put it on yet you nerd." I hit his chest lightly, moving out of the doorway so he could come in. "You can still back out if you feel weird about this. And also, this is gonna take a while." I looked up at him nervously. He grabbed my shoulders, looking right into my eyes.

"I love helping you with art, stop thinking you're such a burden." He shook me a little, bringing another smile to my face.

"Fine, go sit on the stool back there and unbutton your shirt a few buttons," I ordered him as if I had any confidence when it came to him. I walked to the bathroom adjacent to my studio, grabbing my red lipstick and applying it in the mirror.

"I love the color!" Matthew shouted from the doorway of the bathroom, almost causing me to drag the makeup across my face. I pulled it away from my lips slowly, looking over at the idiot who was constantly scaring me. I gave him the death stare. He quickly brought his hands into a surrender position and backed from the room and into the studio. But not without giving me a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Sit!" I shooed him onto the stool I set up for him.

"Yes ma'am!" He saluted, sitting gracefully onto the wobbly seat.

"You promise this won't be too weird?" I asked a final time, a very *very* small part of me hoping that he would think it was too weird so I didn't have to torture myself even more with this horrible crush of mine. He just stared at me with one eyebrow raised, as to silently say.

*Do I really have to assure you again that I don't care?*

"Alright! Let go then." Another wave of anxiety shot through me as I leaned down to his level. My hands parted his hair to where I wanted it. I then kissed my thumb to make sure the lipstick was still wet enough to transfer, and sure enough, the red pigment was smudged onto the finger. Here we go.

I grabbed his face with both hands and brought my lips to his left cheek, leaving a kiss slightly above his cheekbone. I then left another kiss lower on the same cheek. On his right cheek, I put one right in the middle and one more near his chin.

I backed away from his face, pulling the lipstick from my pocket to reapply it. I watched his eyes as I put it on, seeing something I'd never seen in his eyes before.

"You okay Gubler?" I giggled a little, recapping the tube, I smacked my lips, ensuring that I got it everywhere. He blinked several times before shaking his head a little bit.

"Yeah! Uh, yes. Just zoned out." He nodded curtly, now venturing his eyes out the window.

"Okay weirdo." I chuckled. "I'm gonna kiss your chest now." I chuckled again, much more nervous than the previous one. He simply nodded and looked down at me with a small grin.

I got on my knees and opened his shirt a bit. Hopefully, he couldn't feel how much my hands were shaking, because let me tell you, I was *trembling*. I placed my hands on his shoulders and placed a kiss on the side of his neck first. I watched as Matthew sucked his lips into his mouth slowly tilting his head back. His hand was brought to his face and he left it there for a moment. I raised an eyebrow at him but quickly shrugged it off, I wasn't going to let this lipstick dry again.

I leaned down further, kissing his collar bone and then a final one near the center of his chest. At this point, Matthew was looking down at me again. He let off a loud breath and ran his tongue over his lips.

I stood up dusting my legs off, Matthew's eyes following me.

"Are you seriously okay? You're acting kind of funny." I came close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked like a puppy dog looking up at me from the stool.

"I've got a small headache I think." It was a quick answer that seemed like a lie.

"We can stop-"

"No!" I jumped back from him, startled. "No, it's seriously fine. I'm just gonna get ibuprofen from your cabinets." He stood so quickly and turned toward the door.

"I can get that for you!"

"No it's fine I got it." His voice was farther now, almost completely in the bathroom. Even from this far his voice sounded strangled.

*Was this weirding him out? It really seems like it was.*

I gathered my colors from my oil paint box and brought them to the small table next to my easel.

Just a few minutes later Matthew emerged from the bathroom, looking like he felt better.

"Looks like the ibuprofen is working fast." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He snickered, sitting on his stool with a suspiciously large smile. I just shook my head a walked up to pose him. I turned his shoulders slightly toward the window, opening the shirt to see the kisses. I frazzled his hair a little to give it a bedhead look and once I was happy with everything, I went back to my seat.

"Just look wherever is comfortable. I'm giving you free will on that." Of course, he chooses to look directly at me.

"You sure you wanna look at me during this whole process?" I joked, starting with some skin-colored paint on the canvas.

"Well yeah, you're the most interesting thing in the room." I could feel the tips of my ears burn at the comment, not bothering to hide the smile that formed on the face.

"Well, thank you." I kept my eyes on the canvas, partly because I was painting, and partly because I thought that if I looked in his eyes I might melt into a puddle.

-

I was finally done with the base of everything. I pretty much had an outline with the correct colors.

"Okay, I'm taking a break. Do you want to snack with me?" I stretched my legs as I stood from my chair, my arms flailing high in the air.

"Yeah, what are you getting?" His hands rubbed together like a mischievous fly.

"I made chocolate chip cookies last night. I'm gonna heat them up so they are melty." I excitedly padded my bare feet to the kitchen. I slipped 3 cookies onto a plate and placed them in the microwave for 20 seconds. My back leaned on the counter as Matthew peered over me at my cookies.

"Someones excited about cookies." I laughed, grabbing them for the microwave and setting them on the counter, eating half of it in one bite.

"And you say *I'm* excited." He replied with a mouthful, clearly poking at the way I ate the cookie.

"You just ate yours in one bite!" I shot back.

"Whatever." He grabbed another, eating that one whole as well, as melted chocolate, slipped down his chin. He raised his hand to wipe it off and I was not quick enough to stop him.

"I'll just touch it up when we go back." He looked at his hand that was a mixture of brown and red and made a pouty face at me. "It's fine, here." I handed him a rag to wipe his hands and we went back into the studio.

On the walk back I was already reapplying my lipstick so I could fix the smudge on his face. I slipped into the bathroom quickly, grabbing my makeup wipes to fix the smudge as well. He sat in the stool once again.

Much less nervous this time, I grabbed his face the same way I did before and kissed over the same spot, making it darker and more defined again. As I was about to pull away from his face, Matthew's hands grabbed my wrists, stopping me from leaning away.

"What are you doing?" My heart hammered against my ribs, and at this moment I was hoping he couldn't hear it.

"Do you think there's anything else that needs to be fixed up?" His voice came out in a whisper, I could feel it against my face. "Do you think my *lips* should be red too?"

*Was he saying what I think he was saying?*

Apparently he was, because we both leaned in with closed eyes, connecting our lips. He pulled me into his lap on the stool, grabbing the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. I was sure that I was getting lipstick on much more than his lips at this point.

After quite the makeout sesh, we pulled away, both panting.

"What was that for?" My brain was in a complete haze. I realized I was still on his lap and began standing up, only to be pulled back down by his hands.

"I decided to finally make a move." He chuckled, leaning his forehead on mine.

"You mean, you like me?"

"No, I make out with everyone, all the time." He deadpanned. I giggled, running my thumb across his lips and showing his all the red that had transferred.

"Totally worth it." He smirked, kissing the tip of my nose sweetly.

*I'm not gonna get anything done with this man around.*

[sweetbyte]

Guilty 

BakuMomo - Rated M 

Chapter One | AO3  

Loathe he was to admit it, UA taught him a great deal of things. He wasn’t generous enough to credit that to the instructors, no they all pretty much fucking sucked...as well as the other students and his classmates, hell everyone fucking sucked. However, it was definitely a learning experience. Constantly on the brink of mortal peril and all.

Firstly, he learned that he genuinely, truly, hated just about everyone. Secondly, he learned that he was shockingly lacking emotionally. This was an issue because apparently being a hero required one to show some degree of empathy and support to the general public as if saving their petty lives wasn’t enough. Thirdly, he learned how to tone himself down, so to speak. Mistakes were made, specifically, he made mistakes; he wasn’t perfect. Which ultimately taught him not to judge a book by its cover. Yeah, the spineless annoying Deku was not all weak and worthless as Bakugou claimed. Yeah, he probably owed a lot of his own personal growth to boy. Did that mean he would admit that out loud and apologize to the kid, not a chance in hell. Bakugou still had his damned pride and even though that in itself was another flaw, it was a rather slow work in progress.

When he finally graduated he was brutally honest about not giving a rats ass about any of his classmates’ futures. They were about as one dimensional as the line he struck through the class survey box indicating he would rather not keep in touch with anyone from UA or receive any type of reunion correspondence, thanks. He’d worked with some and caught glimpses of others and although couple were quite persistent to keep his camaraderie, cough Kirishima cough ,it was safe to say that they weren’t in his orbit and that was fine by him.

Fast forward to present day and he finds all that he’s supposedly learned is being challenged by a single unsuspecting walking threat.

Momo Yaoyorozu.

He never had a strong opinion of her, if he was quite frank. She wasn’t completely useless in UA but she wasn’t remarkable either, which he found to be a pity given her quirk. She was the obnoxious type of self-sacrificing sweet that made his teeth rot and left a disgusting aftertaste in his mouth that needed two rinses with listerine, or perhaps alcohol. Whichever was closest on hand.

She’s active when they graduate, that much he knows, but they never cross paths. She apparently specializes in hostage negotiations and emergency relief response and he strictly fights and beats the shit out of anything he’s given permission to. So outside of each other’s orbit and yet they still end up in a frame together of individuals who have been named employee of the year in their respective branch.

Is he surprised? Not really.

She, however, is and its clearly reflected on her face that he resists and urge to sneer at her for old time sakes but, again, he’s learned so he settles for a cold stoic expression. She quickly schools herself as well and offers a small smile but its meaningless to him. They just have to take a photo and he can continue on with his stale Champaign and equally stale career.

Except she’s grown tenacious and is unrelenting in forcing her unsought presence on him, sticking to him like that goopy monstrous wretch he fought so, so many years ago. She’s clearly learned a thing or two working with negotiations and showers him with pricey quality alcohol, an upgrade from the complementary stale bullshit that was being served. He remembers her prestigious background, i.e. fat wallet, and isn’t above admitting that he definitely stayed for the drinks. He figured that it was the least she could do after attracting an absurdly amount of unwanted attention. She’s a hot commodity and even his glower isn’t enough to keep her admirers away. Just to be clear, he wasn’t keeping them away from her, but away from himself. He has enough to deal with just her.

After he’s had his fill in liquor, the startling revelation that Yaoyorozu has indeed become a master strategist is the last clear thing he remembers before his mind and consciousness muffles and thus its also the first thought he has when he wakes up on a strange but very comfortable, velvet maybe, sofa with a groan.

“There’s a glass of water next to you, when you’re ready.” He’d roll his eyes if they weren’t closed.

“Do you usually resort to intoxicating some unsuspecting idiot to use as an excuse to excuse yourself from celebratory functions or am I just special?” His eyes open in time to see her flush guilty, reclined on the arm of the sofa opposite to where his head was resting.

“It’s not as if you truly wanted to be there as well.” She mutters glancing away, determined not to stare at him, her victim. He scoffs.

“Don’t act like you did this for me.”

“I’m not acting, but you cannot solely blame me. It’s not like you chose to keep my company because of my bubbling personality.” She sniffs with destain almost daintily and he jerks up with a sneer.

“I didn’t choose to keep your fucking company, you wouldn’t leave me alone!”

“If you wanted me gone, you definitely could have managed it.” She retorts and raises an eyebrow tauntingly. “It’s not like you’re shy, or are you?” Undiscouraged by his threatening glare she continues. “The fact of the matter is that you choose to stay around me because of the liquor. I did not make you do anything, it was a mere incentive.”

“Of course, to endure your sparkling personality.” He bites scathingly and it makes her face scrunch up like she’s swallowed something bitter. “Right.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence that is only broken by her tired sigh.

“I’m not sure how you are at handling alcohol and I don’t want to assume, but there’s ibuprofen and water right next to you on the coffee table. You’re also welcome to anything in the kitchen.”  She stands and stretches, still dressed up from the party,  and he definitely does not notice the sleekness of her neck as she rolls it or the lift of her assets the dress accentuates. The fucking audacity.

“What, no change of clothes?”

She freezes and blinks. “Oh. That can be arranged if needed.” Her flush has faded and its almost as if she’s already forgotten about him. As if she is counting on him to just be out of her hair as quickly as he can.

“You’re just going to give me free reign of your house out of guilt?”

“I don’t think I’m guilty of-“ He stands with a sudden swiftness that stuns her quiet and he’s walking through her house with sure steps as she sputters after him. “What are you doing?”

“I decided that you can sleep on the couch and I’ll take the bed.”  He declares checking the doors for the bedroom.

“Excuse me?!”

“Think of it as your penance. You know, if our roles would have been reversed, this would have been a very controversial situation.” He states matter-of-factly leaning against the jamb of her room and her flush deepens.

“There was never any ill intent and you know it!” Her newly disheveled and agitated appearance sends a jolt of satisfaction through him.

“Do I?” He promptly shuts the door before she can react locking her out. She knocks on the door frantically and yells.  “Bakugou! This isn’t funny!” Then after a moment, “I don’t have a change of clothes!”

He makes a show of slamming some closet and drawer doors to make her panic. They both know she has the power to get into her room and he wonders if he’ll force her to break her own door down.

She soon quiets and huffs away and while she’s left him in peace he takes the opportunity let the last couple of moments sink in. Her room is, well, grand yet minimal. It’s fitting for her. It’s oddly still yet cozy. He decides to take her spacious chaise by the window, she can think he slept in her bed all she wants, he knows a thing or two about boundaries and he’d rather not cross that one.

She doesn’t return and he’s not all that surprised, she was never one for a fight.

Despite himself Bakugou lets out a laugh. He laughs because he can picture her in that expensive uncomfortable dress, flushed and irate on her velvet couch all because of him.

He laughs because he rather likes the sight of such a pristine individual like Yaoyorozu, pink and breathless, because of him and if that isn’t the funniest joke of the century he doesn’t know what was. 

AN:  I feel guilty for not updating anything in years, don’t judge me.

[asian-hero]

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me?

A/N: What’s up? Here I am, due to popular demand, with a part two to this angsty little thing I wrote. I hope you enjoy ;)

If you haven’t read the first part, I highly recommend that you do. This is a direct sequel to the events that happen in the last part

Also, perhaps I’ll write one last thing for this little fic in the future, you know, for fun

Edit: So... fifth times a charm, right? If this doesn’t show up in the tags again, I swear I’m quitting

Summary: After a long night filled with your quiet sobs and Shouto’s soft snores, you come to the conclusion that you’re a bad bitch who doesn’t need someone to love them in order to love yourself. However, when you try to distance yourself, Shouto finally reaches his answer to his on-going self doubt and love for you

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It was around seven in the morning when you had woken up. As you sat up, you could feel a sharp pain rush to your head, causing you to groan. Pressing a hand to your forehead, you found yourself sighing at the slight relief you gained, though it wasn’t for long. Soon enough you could feel just how heavy your limbs were, and how difficult it was to just keep your hand up. Rubbing your face, you stood up, heading towards the kitchen, in hopes that a glass of water would help you to relieve your aching body.

As you stepped into the living room, you could hear the faint sound of snoring. Creeping slowly, you found Shouto curled up on the couch, the pillow doing almost nothing to stop the snores from emanating from the man. Squatting down, you went to run your fingers through his hair, before you froze. Remembering what he had admitted last night, your loving caress was about to turn into a sharp slap in the face if it weren’t for the fact that you were so whipped for him. Yanking your hand away as if you’d been burned, you stood back up, storming towards the kitchen, loudly opening your cabinets and grabbing a glass and filling it with water. While your plan had been to just walk away, to head back to your room, and lie to him when he inevitably woke up and asked why you were locked up in your room, something overcame you as you once again paused by the couch. Looking down at him, you weren’t sure what feeling stood out more: betrayal or anger. You felt betrayed at the fact that he wasn’t even sure if he loved you, at the fact that he thought he was using you in order to get back at his father. You also felt angry at the fact that, if that were the case, and he was just using you, then he had been leading you on for an entire year, letting you believe that he actually cared for you, that he actually loved you.

So, no one could truly blame you when you tipped your cup upside down, spilling the ice cold water onto the back of his head.

Jolting up, Shouto gasped for air as his eyes ripped open. Blinking a few times, most likely to get the water away from his eyes, he stared up at you, a look of confusion gracing his features.

“(Y/N), what—“

“Sorry, I thought your quirk would freeze it before it reached you. Though, I guess I just don’t know anything about quirks, because, well,” You pointed towards yourself, a hollow smile on your lips, “Quirkless.”

He furrowed his brows, this time moving to sit up straight. Reaching out to grab one of your hands, he frowned. “What are you talking about—“

“You know, we should really go and visit your father sometime, Sho. I bet he’ll be thrilled to hear how you completely dismantled his dreams of having a powerful grandchild.”

A flash of shock crossed his face, but it was nothing compared to the look of realization he had when you ripped your hand away from his his, curling in on yourself. He stood up, moving to hold you tight, but you were quicker. Side stepping his advances, you put on your best smile, letting out a fake gasp.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! You can move,” Pointing towards the door, your features turned from your happy go lucky persona to a deep scowl, “Now, get out.”

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean—“ He tried once more, but you wanted nothing more than for him to leave you be.

“(Y/L/N),” You started, your hand still pointed towards the door, “You don’t get to call me that anymore. Now leave, go sort out your daddy issues and leave me alone.”

You knew that you were being harsh, and to boil down his mixed feelings over his father as simple “daddy issues” was more than factually incorrect, but you couldn’t bother to care at this point. 

When he moved to gain your attention once more, you snapped your neck towards him, your eyes almost glowing with the amount of anger that you contained. “There is absolutely nothing that you can say to me that’ll fix what you did. So, instead of trying to force yourself to love me, and lead me on for God knows how long, why don’t you just leave?”

You didn’t even bother listening to what he had to say, as you shoved him out of your living room and out of your door, slamming it in his face. As you heard his footsteps slowly retreating, you couldn’t help the loud sob that ripped itself from your throat. Slamming your hands onto your mouth, you made desperate attempts to stop the vulnerable sounds from coming out of your mouth, but it didn’t work. So, as you continued to sob, you couldn’t help but crumple to the ground, suddenly too weak to hold yourself up any longer. 

You hated feeling like this, feeling as though you were broken. It reminded you too much of your younger self, when you questioned why you had to be one of the unlucky few children to be born without a quirk. When you were mercilessly taunted by others due to your quirkless state. Or when you had realized that your dream of becoming a hero, of being able to save people and put smiles on their faces, was practically crushed before your eyes. You hated that you felt weak, that you were weak. It made you even angrier at the fact that you were crying over some guy, his social status be damned.

So, you allowed yourself to wallow in self pity for a few more minutes, no longer bothering to hold back your sobs, before you forced yourself to stand. Wiping the leftover tears from your face, you took in a deep breath, and willed yourself to calm down. After all, it would do no one any good if you just sat on the floor crying. You allowed yourself to feel hurt, to feel sorrow at your first real relationship ending, but you refused to let yourself get consumed by grief. 

Smacking your cheeks lightly, you headed for your room, moving to get dressed for the day. Though, as soon as you took a step, the throbbing pain to your head had returned. All of your adrenaline had left your system, and now you were left with the mess that was your hangover. So, changing courses slightly, you headed over to your medicine cabinet, pushing things aside to find some ibuprofen.

First, you’d take care of your pounding headache. Then, you’d start your life over, without Shouto.

At least, that’s what you were trying to do.

It had only been a month since you had broken up with Shouto, and it was easily one of the worst months of your life. Not because you were desperate to get back together with him, but because somehow, you had managed to run into him everywhere you went, whether it be figuratively or literally.

If you were off running an errand, going to buy some fresh produce that you needed, you would be stopped by the crowd of thousands who gathered in the square to watch the number three hero fight along side the number one and two. As you walked through your grocery store, all you could hear about was how amazing Shouto was, and how whoever his partner was was lucky to have him. 

You wanted to throw up.

There was also another time when you were out for a jog, just wanting to clear your mind as work as piling up. As you were running by some little kids, you noticed one of them was holding their notebook tightly to their chest as the others seemed to be in awe. Jogging closer, you managed to hear bits and pieces of their conversation, with the kid squealing in delight at the fact that Pro Hero Shouto just gave them an autograph. It made you pause in your tracks, and, looking from side to side, you saw someone who looked suspiciously like your ex. He seemed to have noticed you too, as he made his way towards you.

Before he could even reach out, you were running in the opposite direction, figuring that you had enough exercise for the day.

However, one of the worst run ins you had was while you were just sitting on your couch, watching some late night talk show while eating straight out of an ice cream carton.

You were simply minding your own business, not bothering anyone, when the host introduced their next host: your goddamn ex-boyfriend.

As soon as his name was announced you nearly choked on your ice cream. While you wanted to just change the channel, maybe put on a wholesome baking show to relax to, your fingers froze when you saw him enter the set and take a seat down on the plush couch. Even though it had only been a month or so since you shoved him out of your life, he looked much different. Though, as you continued to watch, you came to the realization that he looked different because his hair was actually pushed out of his face, unlike his usual mop of bangs hiding his forehead. It bothered you how you still thought he was handsome, but you couldn’t deny it.

The entire interview was pretty standard, with the host asking him about his career as a hero, any advice he’d give aspiring heroes, how he felt about Twitter accounts that were dedicated to him. You know, all of the usual topics.

However, one question had caught your wavering attention:

“So,” The host asked, a wide grin appearing on their face as they leaned in, “How’s the love life of a pro hero?”

Shouto shifted in his seat, and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. He did answer the question, though, and you sat up straighter, wanting to hear his answer.

“Ah, I’m sure that can’t be too interesting to hear about,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh please! I’m sure we’d all like to hear if there’s a special someone, right?” The host egged on, gaining the cheers of the audience.

He tilted his head, almost as if weighing the outcome of whether or not he said something. Finally coming to a decision, he cleared his throat, and you could’ve sworn that you saw a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Well, there is this one person,” He started, and as the host ushered for him to go on, he continued, “She’s one of the best people that I’ve ever met. She’s kind and compassionate, and always puts the needs of others above her own,”

He laughs lightly as he says the next part, but you can tell that there’s a bit of sadness with it, “But she never lets herself become a doorstep for others. She knows when to put her foot down and when to stand her ground,”

“You seem to know a lot about that last part,” The host said, clearly attempting to get a rise out of him.

It didn’t work, mainly because Todoroki Shouto was just so painfully honest when it came to how he felt, almost to the point where it became a bit concerning. “Yeah, you could say that I’ve made some mistakes,”

You found yourself furrowing your brow, confused at the whole mess that was appearing right on your screen. It didn’t help that you knew that asshole was talking about you, and he was saying everything you wanted him to say. 

Not wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say, you went for the remote once more, but were once again stopped by the hosts’ next question:

“Well, do you love this girl?” The host questioned, milking this subject for all it was worth, “I mean, you practically just announced your feelings for her on national television,”

You felt your heart freeze in your chest as Shouto smiled, and nodded his head. “I really do. I didn’t get to tell her that, but I love her.”

In all honesty, you wanted to chuck your remote into the screen as hard as you could, but then you knew that you’d just have to pay for a new one, and you really didn’t want to spend money on your fit of rage. So, as the program had gone to a commercial break, you slammed down your ice cream carton and picked up your phone, calling someone that you hadn’t bothered with for a while.

It took a few rings before the person on the other line answered: “Hello?”

“What the hell was that?” You hissed, not bothering with any pleasantries.

There was a brief pause, and you almost thought that he’d just walked away before he cleared his throat awkwardly, “You saw the interview?”

“No, Todoroki, I just decided to call you up to yell at you because I felt like it— of course I saw the interview!”

“It’s Shouto,”

You ignored him, continuing on with your rant. “Did you really think that announcing indirectly that you love me was going to fix anything? What was your goal with that?”

“I didn’t know where the questions were going, I just thought I should just answer them honestly,”

You scoffed, and though you couldn’t see him, you could tell that he was frowning, “Oh, so you can say that you love me in front of the nation but you couldn’t tell me if you loved me a month ago?”

“That’s different,” He argued, but you were having none of it.

“It’s not different, Todoroki! A month ago you were telling me that you weren’t even sure if you loved me, or if you were just using me to get back at your dad! For a whole year, you couldn’t figure out if you loved me or not. Now, all of a sudden you’re trying to tell me that you finally figured it out?”

The silence at the other end of the line gave you your answer. Sighing, you did your best to keep your tears at bay, but after a month of denying yourself the opportunity to feel upset, the dams were starting to open up once more.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to hear that? How, on our anniversary, you decided to let me know that you may have been with me for the wrong reasons? It fucking hurt, you know that right?”

You cringed at how weak your voice sounded, but you were thankful that you could express your feelings at all, with all of the turbulent emotions swirling in your heart. 

“(Y/N)—“ He interrupted himself, starting over, “(Y/L/N), I want you to know that I’m sorry. I know that there’s nothing I can say to change what happened. I can’t pretend that what I said that night didn’t happen, and I can’t pretend that what I say was entirely untrue. I’m sorry that it took you getting hurt and leaving that I finally realized just how important you are to me.

You aren’t someone I used to get back at my father. I didn’t seek you out to make him mad, nor did I change my plans when I found out you were quirkless. When we started getting closer, and time went on, I started getting worried that I may have been using you, because not only did it seem like that to my friends, but because I didn’t want to hurt you either.”

You allowed for his words to sink in, digesting everything that he had to say. Sniffling, you wiped away some stray tears that had fallen past your cheeks. “That’s a dumb excuse,”

“I know, but it’s the only reasoning I have,” He said, and you could’ve sworn that you heard a bit of desperation in his voice.

“That was a shit move you pulled, saying you loved me on TV,” You stated, your frown still present on your face, “I would have rather you told me that in person.”

“Would you have let me?”

When you didn’t respond, he spoke once more: “Would you let me tell you now?”

You played with the hem of your shirt, honestly wanting to be anywhere but in this conversation. “I don’t know.”

Your answer didn’t seem to deter him, as his tone changed from one of sorrow to one of hope.

“Well, would it be alright if,” He paused, unsure of how you’d respond, “If I tried to prove myself to you?”

“Prove yourself?”

He let out a noise of agreement. “Prove to you that I’m not lying when I say that I’m in love with you. I won’t force you to do anything, and if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

After a beat of silence, he quietly added, “If you don’t want this, I’ll leave you alone, and we can go back to avoiding each other,”

You took in a deep breath, before letting out a long sigh. As much as you tried to keep your feelings stowed away, you couldn’t lie to yourself. You still loved him, and you wanted nothing more than to just accept you right away, to just start off where the two of you left off. However, the rational part of your brain was telling you to slow down, that, even if you wanted this to happen, you couldn’t just forget what he said that night. 

So, you finally reached your answer.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you,” You warned, your heart beating wildly, “I won’t say anything if you want to try, but I’m not going to just run back to you because of this.”

You wanted to laugh at the sigh of relief that came through the other side, along with a quiet “of course.” Glancing over at your clock, you noted that it was probably time for you to actually get some sleep. Stretching a bit, you got up, getting ready to sleep away your worries for the next handful of hours before your shift.

“I’m going now, goodnight, Todoroki.”

Though you couldn’t see him, you could feel a warmth shooting through your body as he huffed out a laugh.

“Goodnight, (Y/L/N),”

Hanging up the phone, you watched as the call screen faded, and you were returned to his contact information. A small smile tugged at your lips, and as you put your phone away, cleaning up the mess that was in front of you, you couldn’t help but wish him luck. 

Though, you weren’t quite sure if he was going to need it.

[hold-your-applause]

My wedding anniversary was a few days ago, and I've been ruminating on the topic of domesticity and what it means to me ever since. Allow me to remove some mystery and show you how it looks to me

Earwax

It had been his day off when Daichi woke up unable to hear out of his left ear. When he lifted his head off the pillow, he felt an unfamiliar tight pressure that left his head pulsing. He told you immediately of his distress, and even the ibuprofen didn't give him any relief.

"Do you think it could be an infection?" You had asked. You couldn't think of a reason why he would have one, but it was the first thing that came to your mind.

"No, I don't think so. It just feels like something is in there. Like some kind of blockage." He said. His head was in his hands, trying not to move too much to avoid unnecessary throbbing.

That was all you needed to hear to know what was wrong. You smiled to yourself.

"I think I know what the problem is. You go lay down, I need to grab something from the store, and when I get back we can take care of it ourselves. You just hang tight until then."

Trusting you implicitly, he nodded before carefully heading back to the bedroom to do as you said, and possibly try to get a little more rest.

You weren't sure if he remembered you telling him the story of what had happened when you were younger; with eight years of marriage under your belt, you were bound to lose track of some things you said to each other. But it sounded so familiar, and it would be harmless to try, so you got properly dressed and headed to pharmacy down the street.

You weren't gone too long, and when you got back, he had just barely begun to doze off. You unloaded your supplies and started working on the special mixture, following the directions on the box. When you moved to the bedroom, you smiled as you saw him lying on his side, breathing easy despite the state he was in.

"Daichi."

No response.

He was laying on his right side, meaning that his congested ear was away from the pillow. He couldn't hear you.

"Daichi!"

He stirred, lifting his head with a wince.

"Yeah?"

You moved closer to him, gently resting your hand on his shoulder to help him move onto his back. You held up the cup you had brought with you.

"I'm back, and I need to you do what I tell you."

He eyed the cup, still a bit bleary from pain and from his short-lived nap.

"What is it?"

You smiled.

"I think you've got a bunch of wax built up in there. So I'm going to put this solution in your ear, and we're going to wait a few minutes before we put some water in there to drain it out. Sound good?"

His nose crinkled at the thought, but he was willing to take your suggestion if it meant the pain would stop, no matter how gross it was.

"Yeah, I think so. What do you need me to do?"

You rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to help him relax a bit more. "I just need you to lie the way you were a minute ago. Then I'll set a timer and come get you when it's time to get up. Just let me do the work, okay?"

He nodded tiredly, sluggishly moving back into his previous position. You had a habit of being right about most things, so he learned not to fight you when you got an idea in your head.

You were also very good at taking care of him.

You took the eyedropper you had grabbed while you were out and filled it with some of the solution. Your free hand found its way into his hair, both to stabilize yourself and to help soothe him. It seemed to work; you felt him relax. You rested your arm on his shoulder, hovering the dropper over his ear before dropping one, two, three, four, five drops straight into his ear canal.

He jumped before you could pull away, surprising you, and he let out a strange noise of discomfort.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried you had somehow hurt him.

"I can hear it working. It sounds weird, and feels weirder."

You blinked, then chuckled with a shake of your head. "Just stay put and I'll come get you. Hopefully this will fix everything."

He grabbed your wrist before you could get away, gently pressing a kiss to your knuckles in a silent thank you before letting you slip out to prepare the rest of the treatment.

You got a towel, debating on bringing a second one for the inevitable mess this would make, but decided you could just clean up while he did a second round if he needed it. You placed it next to the sink and filled a new cup full of hot water. By the time the timer would go off, the water would be warm, and usable for the next step. You opened one last box, thinking to yourself that he might not want your help for this part, if he was willing to do it at all.

Before you knew it, the five minutes were up, and you headed back in to fetch him.

"Hey, you. How do you feel?"

He lifted his head, seeming to perk up.

"I can hear you, for one. So I'd say pretty good."

You chuckled.

"Good. Come on, one more part and then we're hopefully done."

You led him to the bathroom, noting that he didn't seem to be as miserable as when he woke up this morning. If he was able to hear, that probably meant that some of the pressure was released, and his head wasn't hurting anymore.

Once again, you had been right on the money.

He took a look at your set up before turning to you.

"What next?"

You clasped your hands together.

"We're going to use an ear syringe to put water in your ear and drain everything out."

He blanched, shoulders tensing.

"I can do it for you, or you can do it yourself. It's up to you. Which one do you think will be better?"

He slumped. Clearly, he didn't want to do it at all, but the first step had already given him some relief, so you had been right about what was wrong. He had no choice but to go through with the rest of the process.

"I can do it. You've done enough for me so far, I can handle the rest."

You smiled as he ran an appreciative hand through your hair before picking up the strange looking syringe.

"So I just put it in my ear and go? That's it?"

You nodded.

"That's it. Simple as that."

He made a face, but filled the syringe with water before turning to look in the mirror to make sure he was doing it properly. He didn't bother asking you to leave; he knew you wanted to make sure everything was alright.

He breathed out, sticking the syringe in his ear. He counted to three in his head before pushing slowly on the plunger, yelping in surprise and moving to lean over the sink as the water leaked out of his ear. He finished pushing all the water out and pulled the syringe out, and when he felt the water finish draining, he looked down and saw something in the sink.

It seemed to be working.

He turned and smiled at you.

"One more time, I think." He said, and loaded it up again. It was an odd thing to be excited about, but considering how poorly he was doing this morning, he couldn't really help himself.

You chuckled, leaning in the doorway as you watched him do it again, watching him hovering over the sink as the water dripped out of his ear, and this time he let out a triumphant shout when he could suddenly hear clearly. He grabbed the towel and wiped his ear, pulling back to look at it before gagging.

"Eugh, gross! Look at this!" He held up the light blue towel to show you the large smear of dark brown and red from the impacted wax.

"Ew, put that down! I need to wash it." You laughed.

"No, I'm not done." He grinned, using a clean corner to dry the inside of his ear. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue."

You smiled, taking the towel from him. "Always."

It's not something you notice while it's happening. It's the type of thing that slaps you in the face one day out of nowhere.

Intimacy is more than just passion; it's vulnerability on levels unspoken. To allow someone to see every side of you, no matter how unflattering it might be. It's allowing someone to see you angry, in pain, at rock bottom.

It's fear, it's doubt, it's grief.

It's disgusting.

And it's allowing someone to hold you through all of it.

It's waiting 16 hours in a hospital waiting room while he gets his appendix removed.

It's him leaving work early when cramps leave you stuck in bed.

It's cleaning the blood off his clothes when he has a nasty fall that scars his knees.

It's him teasing you when you're high on allergy medication.

It's earwax.