#i'll keep responding tomorrow! gotta go to sleep for work

[jakeyt]

Just thinking about how excited I am for covet yn not having to hide her pregnancy anymore the fluff that is filling my head is giving me a sweet tooth

Imagining how protective from a far Jake is gunna be just silently watching and shit

ME TOO. Having it out in the open is exactly what she (and we lol) needed ;)

and ohhhh, what it will bring now that Jake and Maya know..... that's all I'll say ;)

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Not your fault

First part of this

TW: mentions of suicide, the aftermath of an attempt. *Read the first part before this*

Wordcount: 3 500

Wolfstar raises Harry AU, modern and non magical

What had meant to be a few days turned into a few weeks. After the few days that he was meant to be discharged home, he wasn't. Instead of being discharged, he was admitted to a psych ward, as they thought he wasn't stable enough to be discharged yet.

And Sirius agreed in a way, he knew he wasn't in a good place right now, and being home probably wouldn't be a good idea. But he wanted to be at home so desperately, even though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it's not a good idea.

When he was alone again in the dull hospital room, he called Remus, who still thought he was going to be able to come home tomorrow. “Hi, love.” Remus answered, he sounded like he was smiling, and Sirius already felt bad for what he was about to tell him.

“Hi.” He whispered. “I-I'm not coming home tomorrow.” He said after a few moments of silence, playing with the bandage on his arm that was holding the phone, even though he probably wasn't supposed to do that.

“Oh.” Sirius heard some shuffling around, before it got quieter in the background, most likely Remus going to a different room than where he was when Sirius called. “Why? What happened?” He asked, he sounded calm and not annoyed or upset like Sirius had thought.

“They think I'm not stable enough to go home yet.” He said quietly, trying to hold back the tears, waiting for Remus to be mad at him, even though he shouldn't have a reason to. “I'm sorry.”

“No, don't be, love. It's not your fault, it takes time, yeah?” He said, and Sirius nodded, not realizing Remus wouldn't be able to see. “How are you feeling, baby?” He asked when Sirius didn't respond.

“I don't know.” He took a sharp breath in, and breathed out slowly. “I- I don't. I don't know, rem.”

“It's okay. No, no, don't cry. It's alright, I promise. I'm not mad, or upset, no one is.”

“W-what about Harry?” Sirius asked, trying to calm his breathing down, and wipe away the tears with his shaking hands. “He thought I'd -”

“I know, baby, I know. It'll be alright, I'll explain it to him, yeah? Don't worry about it.” Remus said, hoping Sirius wouldn't work himself to the point of having a panic attack because Remus didn't really want him to be alone for that and being on the phone wouldn't be enough. “Right now you gotta calm down though, at least a bit, don't have to worry about anything, okay?”

“O-okay.” It took some time for Sirius to calm down, but eventually, he did. “H-how is he?” Sirius asked, once he was more calmed down.

“He's okay? I don't really know, he doesn't talk a lot.” Remus said, but it wasn't really unusual for Harry to be quiet so Remus didn't worry too much about it. “He refuses to sleep alone, though.”

“He's probably scared.” Sirius whispered quietly. “Scared that you're gonna go away too.” He explained, knowing because Harry did that whenever one of them was somewhere else for a night, and the other was home. Usually, it was Remus because he had work trips sometimes, and Harry didn't really understand why Moony had to go away for a few nights for work.

“Oh, of course.” Remus said, realizing what was happening, he had forgotten that habit of Harry's in all this.

“Gotta go soon, sorry.” He said, after glancing at the clock on the wall. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He whispered. “Talk to you soon, yeah?”

“Um, yeah. Bye.”

“Bye.”

When he was in the new room he was given, it was just about as dull as the other one, just with less hospital equipment. He could already tell he wouldn't like it. But at least he got to keep the frog stuffed animal that Harry had given him when they had visited a couple of days ago.

It was nice, it had soft green fur, and it smelled like home. He held it close to his chest, pressing his nose into the soft fur of its head, unable to hold back the tears that started falling. He just wanted to go home.

– – –

Remus dropped his phone onto the table, running his hand through his hair. It was good that Sirius was getting treatment, but he just missed him, and it was weird without him at home, especially for harry, but for Remus too. It had only been about four days that it had been just the two of them, and it was weird as Sirius was at home most of the time and they were both used to that.

Remus took some time off from work, not wanting to ask his mother to take care of Harry every day when he had work. It would be just unfair, besides he didn't want to leave Harry alone, even though he wouldn't technically be alone. But he just didn't want to leave him right now.

He tried to keep their daily routines in place and keep things fairly normal at home, but it wasn't and even harry noticed that. He was having more nightmares, he had them every night, and refused to talk about them after. For the first two nights, he had just wondered to their bedroom holding his bunny and wake Remus up. And for the last two, he refused to go to sleep in his own bed. Remus did try to get him settled into his bedroom, and to his bed, but after almost an hour of crying he gave in.

He got up from the chair, going back to the living room, where he had been before Sirius had called him. He sat down on the sofa next to harry, pausing the movie they were watching. “Just for a moment, we can finish it later.” He said, as Harry looked at him with a pout. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” Harry asked, climbing to sit on Remus lap, who wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Remember how padfoot was supposed to come home tomorrow?” He asked, not really wanting to say the next thing, but he had to. Harry nodded, already looking sad. “The doctor said that he can't come home just yet. That he needs to get a bit better until he can come home.”

Harry started crying, leaning against Remus, hiding his face into his chest. “Oh I know, it's really unfair isn't it?” He asked, starting to play with his hair, to try to comfort him and somehow make it better. Harry nodded, more cries and sobs leaving his mouth. “But it's going to be okay, he'll come home soon. You won't even notice the time go by.”

“M-moony.” He cried, Remus just sushed him, rubbing his side, until he calmed down more and looked up at Remus, rubbing at his eyes. Remus gently pulled them away, wiping away the tears that were still falling. “B-but why?”

“You know how when you're really sick and need to stay in bed and take medicine or go to the doctor to get better?” Harry nodded slowly. “Well, it's the same thing with padfoot right now, it's just different from a flu or cold, but I know that he'll get better and come home soon.”

Remus thought that maybe giving him am example like that would make the whole situation more understandable for him. Harry nodded again, thinking for a while before asking. “Why's padfoot sick?”

Remus bit the inside of his cheek, unsure how to answer to him. “We can't always know why people get sick like that.”

“ 's it-?” Harry paused, thinking again, before asking his next question, not looking at Remus anymore. “ 's it because of me?”

“No, baby. No, it's not because of you.” He said, feeling like he might cry. “Absolutely not because of you, haz. What's going on now, it's not your fault, or mine, or Sirius'. It's no one's fault, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry nodded, and Remus smiled slightly, kissing his forehead. “Miss padfoot.” He mumbled, as he leaned back against Remus' chest.

“I know, haz. I miss pads too.” He whispered into Harry's hair. They just stayed there for a while, until Harry shifted on his lap.  “Wanna watch the rest of the movie?" Remus asked and Harry nodded, turning around so he could see the tv screen whilst staying on his lap.

– –

At first, visitors weren't allowed, for the first week, but he did get his phone back after the few first days, so now he could at least call Remus, and say goodnight to Harry. Even though it wasn't quite the same over the phone.

They both thought that it wasn't a good idea for harry to go see Sirius there, even if he'd be allowed to, but it just wouldn't be a good place for him to see Sirius in. So, when he was finally allowed visitors, it would only be Remus going, which meant that harry would have to go to Hope's for a few hours.

“Harry, we have to leave soon, have everything you need?” He asked, as he opened the door to Harry's bedroom, seeing that he had emptied his back bag to the floor. It had had a few toys and a change of clothes just in case, but now they were on the floor and Harry sitting on his bed with his bunny. “What's this now?” He asked, looking from the mess on the floor to Harry, who wasn't looking at him.

“Don't wanna go.” He said quietly, speaking more to the stuffed animal than to Remus, who kneeled on the floor, starting to pack his bag again.

“Why not, love? You love going to grandma's.” Harry just shook his head. “C'mon baby, it's only for a few hours, and I'll pick you right up, promise.”

Harry looked at Remus, as if trying to make sure he was being honest. “Pinky promise?”

“Yeah, pinky promise, haz.” He said, zipping the bag up before getting up and walking over to Harry, holding out his pinky and waiting until the boy hooked his smaller one with it. “Okay, let's go?” He nodded a little hesitantly, before taking Remus' hand that was offered to him.

Harry started crying once they got out of the car as he saw hope coming over to them on the driveway, he turned to Remus, holding his arms up, so he'd be picked up. “What's the matter, baby? Why don't you wanna go?”

Harry just shook his head, more tears spilling out. “Hey, it's okay, it's only Grandma, yeah? I'm sorry, but I really gotta run some errands, you'll have so much more fun with grandma than with me.” He thought it would be better not to tell Harry where he'd actually be going, so he wouldn't get upset over why he couldn't go. It was unfair, probably, but in the end it would be better.

“Only a few hours, haz, and we'll be back home.” He said, once Harry had calmed down enough. “You'll see moony soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry whispered, rubbing his eyes as he was set onto the ground. The tears didn't stop, when Remus left, but at least he wasn't so much against being with Hope when she picked him up into her arms and comforted him.

He didn't know, or at least wasn't sure, why Harry was so much against the whole thing. He should probably talk with Harry about it when they get home, but it seemed like he didn't want to tell the reason. And he definitely didn't want to force him to talk if he didn't want to because that couldn't be good either.

When he got to the hospital, a nurse showed him the way to the room Sirius was staying in before leaving him alone. He knocked on the door, smiling slightly as the door opened and Sirius threw his arms around his neck. “Hi baby.” He whispered, into Sirius' hair.

“Hi.” He whispered back, before pulling away from the hug just enough, so he could look up at Remus. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He tucked a hair strand behind his ear before kissing Sirius' forehead. They didn't spend much time away from each other, so the last almost two weeks had certainly been weird.

He took Remus' hand into his before leading him over to the bed and sitting down, with his back against the wall. Remus sat down next to him, letting their intertwined hands fall between them. Sirius leaned his head on Remus' shoulder.

“How's Harry doing?”

“He's okay, I think. He still doesn't talk a lot, and today he cried when I dropped him off at mum's.” He said, and Sirius nodded.

“How are you doing, rem?” He asked then, playing with Remus' fingers, feeling nervous for some reason. Even though he knew there was no reason to, it was Remus after all.

“I'm okay, love.” He said. “You don't need to ask that from me.” He said because it really should be him asking Sirius if he was okay and how he was doing. It should be the other way around.

“I do.” Sirius whispered. “I-i need to know rem. I need to because if you're n-not, then I don't know- I-i can't do a-anything 'cause I'm h-here and not at-”

“Shh, it's alright, calm down, baby.” He soothed, shifting, so he could look at Sirius. “You don't have to do anything, okay? It's okay, Sirius, you don't have to worry about all that right now, or about me. Should be me worrying about you.”

Sirius shook his head, looking up at Remus with tears in his eyes. “All you have to worry about now is getting better, so you can come back home with me and haz, yeah?” This time he nodded, but still, a few tears fell down and Remus just wiped them away with his thumbs, kissing Sirius' forehead.

“I don't know when -” he trailed off, not wanting to say the rest or sure how to. He didn't know when he could go home, but he wanted to know so bad, and wanted it to be soon. He just didn't want to give out empty promises that he'd be home in a certain amount of time. Or that someone told him that he'd get to go home in two weeks, and then it wouldn't happen. He just didn't want to disappoint Remus or Harry again.

“That's okay, baby, you don't have to know.” He said, caressing his cheek as Sirius looked down.

“Don't wanna disappoint.”

“You won't, and you haven't, don't worry.” Remus said, and Sirius nodded, but looked at him like he didn't believe it. “Sirius, healing takes time, and it doesn't matter how long it takes, yeah? I'm not expecting you to just be fine in a few days, no one is. I really need you to believe me, love.”

“I do.” He whispered, and Remus smiled slightly. “I'm sorry for ruining this, though.” He said, vaguely gesturing to the air between them with his hand.

“Haven't ruined a thing.”

– – –

When Sirius finally came home, Harry was more than excited. He was really clingy of Sirius, and didn't really want to be in a different room than he was in, and he still wanted to sleep in their bedroom, even though they were both home now. He just didn't want to be away from either of them, and when they asked why, he refused to talk about it.

Then when the two of them had to leave the house, and Harry had to go to Hope's, he just started crying, and saying that he didn't want to go. But still, he didn't say why when he was asked, he just cried and when they asked later about it, he refused to talk about it.

Remus and Sirius didn't really talk a lot, well, they did, not just what had been going on for the past weeks. They kind of danced around the topic, both unsure how to talk about it, but knowing that they needed to. But it was just hard.

Remus was working from home most of the time, and when he actually needed to go to his workplace, he went there while Sirius was in therapy or in other appointments.

“How was it, love?” Remus asked, once Sirius got into the car, he always asked, even though Sirius rarely talked about it, but he did sometimes. Sirius just shrugged, glancing at Remus who smiled nodding, resting his hand on Sirius' thigh once he started driving and Sirius put his on top of Remus', lacing their fingers together from top.

Harry was really quiet when they picked him up from Hope's, like oddly quiet. Because usually, he was chatty and excited when they came to get him, and drove home, but he wasn't today.

“Harry, can we have a little chat?” Sirius asked once they got home, and they had all settled into the living room. Harry looked up from where he was sitting on the floor playing with some of his toys. Sirius patted the space next to him and Remus on the sofa, and Harry nodded, getting up and walking over to them.

“Can you tell us why you don't like going to grandma's?” Remus asked, but Harry didn't answer, but just looked down. “Did something happen there?”

Harry shook his head, rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get rid of tears. “Are you sure? You know you can tell us, don't have to be scared of that, love.” Sirius said, playing with his hair to try to get Harry to look up at him. But again Harry just shook his head. “Are you scared to talk about something?” He asked, and Harry nodded, slightly. “Can you tell Padfoot what you're scared about?”

“Don' want you to go away.” He said, it was really muffled, as his head was buried into his hands, but at least he said what had probably been bothering him for the past weeks.

“Harry, we're not going anywhere. You don't need to be scared of us going away.” Remus said, glancing at Sirius, who looked about as sad as Harry did. “Are you scared because what happened to pads?”

“Were gone f-forever.” Harry cried, and Sirius pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around him and gently eased Harry's hands away from his face, wiping the tears away.

“I'm really sorry that happened, pup, but I promise me or moony are not going anywhere, we'd never leave you, okay? Never ever, don't worry about that.” Harry nodded, leaning more against Sirius, the tears still spilling out.

“Nothing will happen if you're at grandma's, or if we're not there for a few hours, we'll always come get you, yeah?” Harry nodded again, letting Remus wipe away the tears.

“Promise?” Harry asked, glancing at both of them. “Not gonna go?”

“We promise, haz.”

Later that night, when Harry had already gone to bed, agreeing to at least to try to sleep in his own room, if Remus and Sirius would stay there until he fell asleep. He also made them promise that he could come to their bedroom if he woke up. They were cuddled up in bed, only the two of them, for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Moons?” Sirius asked, not bothering to look up from where his head rested on Remus' chest. Remus hummed, running his hand through Sirius' hair. “Were you scared?” He asked quietly, hoping Remus knew what he meant, not knowing how he should start the conversation that they needed to have, but had been avoiding.

“I was.” He whispered, swallowing down the lump in his throat that came from remembering the event, he tried to forget. “I thought I was gonna lose you, baby. And I can't lose you.”

“I'm sorry, rem.”

“Don't be.”

“I just didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry.”

“I understand, don't be sorry, love.” He said, and Sirius nodded slightly, drawing shapes into Remus' chest with his finger to get something to do with his hands, and to try to stop them from shaking.

“Why're you not mad at me?" He asked, Remus paused for a moment, thinking how he should answer. Because he wasn't mad or upset with Sirius, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be. He just didn't see a reason why he should be.

“I just aren't, I don't think there's a reason to.” He said. “Just feel like I didn't pay enough attention to notice that you weren't doing well. Like it was my fault.” He said, continuing to run his hand through Sirius' hair, blinking away tears. “I'm sorry I didn't.”

“It's not your fault, Remus.” He said, lifting his head to look at him. “It's not your fault.” Sirius repeated, looking Remus in the eyes, and Remus nodded after a while. A tear fell down, but Sirius gently wiped it away, reaching up to give him a kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sirius whispered back, and Remus smiled slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from Sirius' forehead. “Can we talk more tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Both of them jumped slightly when the door of their bedroom opened with a loud creak, but it was only Harry. He walked over to Remus' side of the bed as it was closest, and Sirius moved so there was some room for Harry between him and Remus.

AN:

I hope the timeline and my writing makes sense in this one, sorry if it doesn't. Also again sorry for any possible inaccuracies, I tried, okay?

Btw the agent who stalks my search history is probably worried from all my research for these two fics. My search history is a bit concerning right now 😅

<3

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #216

I finally was able to start assembling the music box in Audacity. Behold:

...If you're thinking it looks complicated, that's because... it kind of is. I've been at it since like 8am. I woke up at 7:30am (despite going to bed at around 2:30am) and my body immediately wanted out of bed for the sake of doing this, despite my best efforts to go back to sleep to get a full 8 hours. Oh well.

In my LMMS file, aside from the replicated vocals, there are two main lines of notes. I have rendered the top line into LMMS. I still have yet to fully render the second. The second is more complicated than the first, but I have up to measure 56 out of 239 done and squared away. It's 6:09pm at the time of writing this sentence, so I'll probably have to stop and do other things soon. It's not done yet, so I really don't wanna transition to a new activity, and as a result, the inside of my brain looks like this:

...That's all right though. I deal with that feeling... kind of a lot. I'm pretty good at weathering it by now.

At around 5:30, J wanted to go to the library in order to return some books, and he wanted me to tag along, so I did. As much as I don't like breaks, I probably needed one. I'm like you in that when I have my brain set on doing something, I'll end up going until my brain is fried if I'm not careful. I can't afford to get fried; the first of August is coming, and I want this done by then. I took a couple pictures in the library; I thought the windows were beautiful, so I wanted to show them to you:

Hey, Sephiroth? Maybe someday in some impossible future, we can go to some library and we can borrow a copy of The Neverending Story, by Michael Ende. I can read it out loud to you, if you'd like that. I can even do voices for the characters, if you'd like.

In any case, J had apparently signed me up for library pen pals. I guess I have a letter of my own now to respond to. I'm a little nervous; the person I received a letter from is an adult woman with two children, and she is probably very normal, whereas I am... kinda not. And my world is not very forgiving of "abnormal" unless you plop yourself into the right circles, and I'm not sure if this lady belongs to those circles.

I'm scared, but I'm gonna write back anyways. Her letter is handwritten, but I think I'll type mine; if I try to write it, the best my dyspraxic ass can manage is chicken scratch letters, or so I've been told by the various adults in my life.

...I wonder if that's actually true. I wonder if my handwriting really is horrendous. Well, I suppose you can be the judge of that once you receive the locket I made for you; I left a tiny handwritten note inside. I hope you'll like it.

...If you receive the locket I made for you, that is. I received good news, but... it might still not work out. I suppose we'll have to see.

I'm going to try. I owe so much to you. I have to try.

You might be relieved to know that I was mindful of my hydration and of my hunger today. I've been heeding my water alarms. And I ate a breakfast and a lunch. And I'm going to eat a dinner soon, too.

I wanna keep going with the music box today, but if I don't manage myself properly, I'm not gonna be able to do anything tomorrow. So I think I'll stop for now, even though I don't really want to. I gotta eat something anyways.

Sephiroth... please stay safe out there. Please make kind, good, gentle, and loving choices. I love you. And I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[tortiefrancis]

"Juno, it's been six hours, get out of front already!"

The figure sighed as the body kept scrolling through one of the several tabs open in the small laptop set on top of the bed, the only light source in the room. Their blinking got slower and slower at every new image that appeared in the page.

"Juno." They repeated.

"I heard you." They said out loud, in a whisper. "Just five more minutes."

"You can keep looking tomorrow, come on." Juno felt a tug. "Oscar has school tomorrow and she needs to sleep early."

"Oscar will surely understand, just five more minutes." They blinked rapidly, trying to keep their body's eyes open.

They heard a sigh from the back of their head, and suddenly, the presence behind them just left. Juno sighed in relief and kept searching, eyes becoming sore. They tried new keywords, opened new tabs- at some point, they had to find something, right?

Suddenly, they felt a tug again, but far, far stronger. The body grew quiet.

"WILD, LET ME GO!" They whined.

"Nope, it's past your bedtime, kid." The booming voice behind them said, as they slowly dragged them away from the body's control, and into a large ship. "You know the rules."

"I just need-"

"Sleep, you need sleep, just like Oscar does." Wild raised his eyebrow at them. "Come on, you're making a storm in a cup of water."

"You know we don't say that here-"

"Shush, shush, we ain't discussing linguistics today." He frowned a bit. "The point is, we've got rules set for when we gotta sleep, do assignments, take care of ourselves, all of that stuff, and you ain't gotta break it for a picture."

"It's not just a picture." Juno gestured wildly as it let them go. "It's my face, it's like my royal portrait-"

"You're the farthest thing from royal."

"Shush!" They frowned. "It matters to me, okay? A lot. And I wanted to get it over with before we went to bed. I don't even know if I'll get to front tomorrow!"

"Look, if you're so worried, why don't you ask someone else to help get it for you?" Wild crossed its arms and shrugged. "Juliet does most of the work in the afternoon, I bet zhe can help. Or even Oscar- or me!"

"But it's not the same. I want to find it myself." Juno sunk to the ground and crossed their arms as well.

Wild raised an eyebrow as he looked at the figure. Juno was old enough they had a basic shape in the inner world, but new enough that everything else was vague, even for the others. Wild had to squint to make out the color of their hair- was that even hair? -and even then, it seemed to change in the light. Their face was like a poor quality picture, full of pixelated bits and features that you could almost make out. The clearest thing was their style, and still, it was far too close to all the rest of the crew for it to matter much.

It sighed. It couldn't stay mad at them for much longer. "Listen, kid, I'll talk it out with Juliet and Oscar tomorrow for you, and I'll try and get you some time to figure yourself out, aight?"

Juno looked up. "Are you serious?"

"Completely." Wild nodded.

Juno hesitated to respond for a few seconds. "Thanks." They paused. "Sorry if I caused a mess."

"We all fuck up sometimes, and you're just trying to get to know yourself." He patted what he guessed was their back. "No one's mad at you."

Juno nodded and slowly got up from their spot, quietly entering the ship alongside Wild.

Prompt #286

Write about a headmate looking for a faceclaim!

[heavyhitterheaux]

Wifey's Lullaby

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jackman is the best husband. Confirmed.

Synopsis: Jack knows how difficult it is for you to sleep without him so he takes it upon himself to record his voice to send to you while he's away

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

It was around 2 in the morning and you were steadily tossing and turning in your king sized bed in Atlanta, Georgia.

The bed was big seeing as your husband was 6′3, but happened to be a lot bigger when your husband wasn't laying next to you despite how very much you wanted him to be.

He had been gone now for a week and the last night he was here was when you actually had gotten adequate sleep.

He would be back tomorrow, but that still didn’t make you feel any better.

Despite the time difference you picked up your phone to send him a quick text knowing that it was a possibility that he would still be awake seeing as he was on the west coast and you were on the east.

You- Baby 🥺

You- Jack Jack

You- Jackman

You- Husbandddd

You- SMUSHHHHH

Smush- Hey beautiful. What’s wrong? Why are you awake? You need to be sleeping

You- I've been laying here for hours 😩

Smush- Did you drink the tea I got you?

You- Yes

Jack had gotten you this chamomile tea that is supposed to help you fall asleep easier. Only problem is that is only seemed to work when he was here with you. 

Smush- Do you have one of our children with you to keep you company?

You- Yes, Sophia and I have my teddy bear you got me for Valentines Day the first year we started dating

Smush- Hmm. Give me a few minutes.

You- Okay 😭

Fifteen minutes had passed before you got a voice message from Jack.

You eagerly clicked play and instantly felt at ease with hearing his voice with your heart fluttering.

I promised you I would do this for you since Brandi told me one day that you would literally listen to my music or interviews that I've done so you could fall asleep. Gotta admit that shit is cute so I did this for you.

Y/N, I love you so much and I'm so thankful and grateful that I have you in my life. You always show me how much you support me and you never let a day go by without telling me how proud you are. Every time your name pops up on my phone, I still get butterflies and shit. Just like when we first met. I have no problem telling people how much of a simp I am for my wife and I know you're the exact same way. Whatever life may throw at us, I know we'll be able to handle it baby because I got you by my side. I know I tell you this all the time but, you literally complete me and make me a better person. In these past ten years, I have fallen more in love with you every single day. We may have small disagreements and argue from time to time but, this shit is forever and our babies will have the best mother that they could ever ask for. I see how hard you go for me, so I already know you're gonna go ten times harder for them. Every single promise I made you, I plan on making them happen and you already know you want for nothing as long as you’ve been with me. 

With all that being said, I literally cannot put into words how much I love you and this is literally just the tip of the iceberg. You know I can talk about you for hours and PG constantly get annoyed with me when I do. But anyway, I love you and I’ll be back before you know it.

Get some sleep baby girl.

Tears were cascading down your cheeks as you finished listening to it and immediately sent him a text.

You- 🥺🥺🥺

Smush- Oh shit you're crying aren't you?

You- YES BECAUSE I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD

You were then getting an incoming Facetime call from him and you quickly answered.

"BABY! That was meant for you to go to sleep, not to cry!"

"I know! But you know how I am!" You responded between sniffles.

"It's now less than 24 hours and I'll be back. I don't like being away from you but this is the career I chose and you wouldn't even let me stay home with you anyway."

"You damn right. You have worked too hard for this shit and there is no way you're letting up now."

Just then Urban came into view and was eyeing you seeing the tears.

"Jack, if you made by best friend cry I will beat the shit outta you."

"I didn't even do anything!"

"It's happy tears Urby! No need to fight him."

"Mm hmm, it better be. I'm watching you." Urban said to Jack as he walked away from behind him and Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"OH AND Y/N, WE ARE SUFFERING WITHOUT YOU HERE! I CAN’T WAIT TO BE HOME!”

“URB, SHUT UP!”

“HE IS ALL WOE IS ME AND SHIT AND KEEPS SAYING HOW MUCH HE MISSES YOU. LIKE GOT DAMN WE ALL MISS HER BUT SHIT.”

You couldn’t do anything but laugh at what Urban was saying as you saw your husband roll his eyes.

“It looks like it wasn’t just me who was missing you.”

“I always miss you when you aren’t near me. You know this.”

“Even after I just leave to get something for two minutes, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs for me to come back.”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, because I’m the same way.” You replied while shrugging and moving your bear closer to you.

“I love you now go to sleep.”

“I love you too and I promise that I am. What time will you be here?”

“Soon.”

“Babe! I need a time to come and get you!”

“You don’t need to worry about that. All you need to worry about is getting sleep so you have enough energy for me.”

“NO! IMMEDIATELY NO!”

Urban.

“URB, SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU ALREADY KNOW I’M ABOUT TO GIVE HER MY UNDIVIDED ATTENTION WHEN I GET BACK!”

“You know I stay ready for you.” You replied while getting settled underneath the comforter and laying on top of Jack’s pillow.

“Is that my pillow?”

“Yes, it smells like you so I need to have it near me to help me sleep.”

“Aww babe.”

“GROSS!”

“Is this the same person who almost had a mental breakdown when he thought we were getting divorced?” You ask your husband and he immediately started laughing.

“Exactly! He so fake for that shit. Talking about gross but your ass signed us up for therapy and everything.”

“I don’t like the Urban slander that is happening so imma head out. Yall still nasty though.”

“And we’ll be that. Shit, my wife fine as hell.”

“Stop smush!”

“I call it like I see it and forreal this time, turn off the light and go to sleep.”

“I promise I will.”

“I can’t wait to see you mamas.”

“Me either.”

You woke up and noticed that you were now laying on something hard and you immediately knew it was your husband and that he was back.

You glance at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was around 11 in the morning indicating that you had slept for close to nine hours. 

The most that you had gotten in days. 

Jack had the television on a low volume in the hopes of not disturbing you since he wanted to make sure that you got enough sleep as possible since he already knew that this past week had been a struggle for you.

Sophia was on his lap and promptly hopped down off the bed deciding that her dad wasn’t interesting anymore despite him being away for an entire week and went to find something else to entertain herself with. 

Jack then look down to see you peeking up at him and smiled down at you before kissing your forehead.

“I’m so happy you’re back.” You said while snuggling into him more.

“Me too and I’m happy you actually slept.”

“I listened to it one more time and then I instantly fell asleep.”

“I take it if our kids are anything like you I’ll probably have to do the same thing for them.”

“More than likely you will. So what are we getting into today?” You asked while looking up at him.

“You already know what we’re getting into.” Jack answered while promptly reaching under your his shirt to begin to massage your left breast and you immediately smirked.

“Fine, but you need to feed me first.”

“I will, after I have my breakfast. Been waiting an entire week for this.”

“Wait, what? So you’re about to get food and not feed your wife?”

“I’m about to feed you this dick once I get done with my meal between your legs.” Jack replied while sliding out from under you and positioning himself between you legs and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You laughing now, but about to be begging me for mercy in less than five minutes. Spread em.”

He didn’t tell have to tell you twice.

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[spyoikawa]

Ok I 100% mixed up bridal carry and fireman's carry I'm the rough draft, but im honestly vibing with fireman's carry more 👌

Flufftober Day 6 - Fireman's Carry

Character - Kotaro Bokuto

Warnings - test taking anxiety, stress, toxic studying behavior (lack of sleep, self care, socially distant, etc)

It was the fated time of year, the quarterly exams and midterms were coming up. Usually you handled the time period with a bit more grace, but this year, calling you stressed was an understatement.

Why the hell did every teacher decide to put all their midterms withing 2 days of eachother. You've got to study for one course and be sure to be prepared for the class directly after. And which classes allowed notecards again?

It was just so much to think about.

Your boyfriend didn't fail to notice your work. Not texting for hours, but suddenly responding to his at ungodly hours of the night. Spending every free period to go tobthe library or study hall. Not being able to walk home with him after practice, because you need to go home and study right away.

Not only was it your absence and constant need to work that was bugging him, but you looked more exhausted everyday, implying you've been eating and sleeping little.

As supportive and proud as he was that you're taking the responsible path and preparing, you're habits were getting a bit toxic.

He decided not to interfere and just support you through it, he was sure you knew your limits. That was until his phone woke him up at 1 am with a text from you, sending him a meme as you were taking a break.

1 am is the time you should be asleep and allowing yourself to recover- and you weren't even done studying yet?!

He put on his jacket and started heading to the library. And lo and behold, there you were, resuming your studies, one hand holding a book open, the other taking notes. It looked as if it was taking all your strength just to hold your body up, your eyes straining to stay open.

You didn't notice his presence until he stood in front of you.

You blinked and quickly panicked "shoot I'm sorry did I wake you up? I didn't mean to, I'll text you much earlier next time-"

He started packing up your books and put them in your bag. It was odd to find him this quiet and calm, usually it's was quite nice and held a majority of your domestic moments, but you didn't know what to make of it now.

"Listen," he started, "it's amazing that you're getting ready and putting this dedication into your midterms, but you've gotta take care of yourself. Cmon we're going home-"

You cut him off "wait nonono, I gotta finish my chemistry, i promise just that and I'll go back, I didn't mean to wake you, just let me finish"

He zipped up your bag and slung it on his forearm. "Sorry, no can do"

You shrieked a bit and he squatted and scooped you in his arms, before you could even react and process his movements. Suddenly he threw you over his shoulders, supporting your arms and legs on either side of him.

"Ko, put me down, I'll go home soon"

"And by soon, you mean 5 minutes. Because you're going home with me"

He carried you out in this manner, gaining some odd looks from night shift librarians. But they've honestly seen worse.

You thought he would set you down after a block or two, but he continued on. But maybe he'll drop you off at your house? Nope never mind.

"Ko. We passed my house"

"Yeah no, we both know if i drop you off there, you'll keep working. Just for tonight you're staying at my place to make sure you at least relax a bit"

And finally as you arrived at his place he set you down, holding your hand as you readjust your weight on the ground.

He guided you to his room, setting your bag down on a chair. Pulling you in through the doorway he took off any accessories you had on, making you as comfortable as he could, before finally sitting you down on his bed.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, and we're gonna sleep through the whole day whether you like it or not" he giggled as he pressed a final kiss to your forehead.

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

The Heat is Not Working - 10 Days of GSR ficmas day 4

Gil had signed up to be a speaker at a forensics conference taking place in Chicago during the month of December, and Sara had been bestowed with the responsibility of recording his lectures to show to the rest of the team when they returned to Vegas. Given Gil's accent, people would think he was a local.

Gil's and Sara's hotel rooms had a connecting door. They were currently getting ready for bed.  Gil had to be up early the following day to prepare for his lecture, and Sara wanted to try and help him however she could. That and she had to get a good seat so as to capture her videos of him from a good angle. They kept the connecting door open so that they could talk to each other.  "Goodnight, Sara," Grissom said, hastily lying down on his bed on the side nearer to Sara, wanting to get as much sleep as possible.

"Night." She in turn lay on the side nearer to Gil.

Just as soon as Sara got comfortable however, there was a sudden dead silence that filled the room, and that was quickly followed by a click. Then, there was silence once more; her heater had stopped working. Sara groaned into her pillow. Even though Sara could not see Gil, and it was dark anyway, he smiled sympathetically at her. "I don't wanna get up..." she groaned.

"It's too late to report it. We'll have to do so tomorrow," Gil remarked. That made her groan again.

"Well I don't wanna get up anyway," she harrumphed, flopping over to her side and curling up, facing away from him.

"But you gotta do something; you'll freeze like this and won't be able to sleep," Gil said as he got out of his bed and walked over to her. He sat down on the other side of her bed and put her hand on her shoulder. She raised her eyes a little to stare at him, squinting in the darkness. "If you can't sleep, at least let me be your companion," he offered.

"No, Gil, you'll need your energy tomorrow," she protested, pushing herself up on her elbow. He removed his hand from her.

"I can't just leave you to suffer like this," he said earnestly, frowning and raising his hands palm upwards in front of him as a sort of shrug, sort of gesture to indicate her situation.

She laughed wryly, looking at him. "I'm not suffering, Gil," she reassured him, sitting up and placing a hand on his forearm.

"You will be if you continue to lie here without any heat source," he pointed out.

"I-I have my blanket. I'll be fine," she said, taking hold of the edge of her blanket with both hands and holding it up, as if she was showing him that to prove her point. But he merely frowned in concerned disapproval and shook his head. His eyes darted about as he thought about what he could do. When his eyes met hers again, she knew that he had come up with something.

"Come to my bed," he said, his voice almost a whisper. Matching that, his gaze was soft. Sara froze and looked at him in shock. However, she could tell he was not joking, and got off the bed. He did so too, and quickened his pace to catch up with her. He actually passed her, looked behind him and held his hand out to her. Without questioning it, she took his hand and let him lead her to his bed. He lifted the blanket for her and let her lie down. She could only laugh, but did not complain. He placed the blanket over her. Only when he was sure she was comfortable did he go around to the other side of the bed and lie down.

They lay there in silence, not falling asleep just yet. They did not know how much time passed, but gradually, subconsciously, they shifted closer and closer to each other, gravitating towards each other like always; they really were incapable of keeping any space between them. They were still fully awake. They turned their heads to face each other. "Hi," Sara grinned.

"Hi," he responded in kind.

"So we're here now."

"It would seem so."

After staring at each other goofily for a few more moments, they shifted so that it was more comfortable to cuddle, and they wrapped their arms around each other. "We're really gonna do this?" Gil piped up.

"I should be asking you that; you're the one with more inhibitions."

Gil took her comment in stride, for it was true and she did not mean it in an accusatory way. "Yeah," he said laconically.

"...okay."

They soon fell asleep like that, being cosier than they ever had been ever since they last did his in San Francisco. Even when they got her heater fixed the next day, they kept their cuddling up for the rest of the week, alternating which bed they slept in every night so that it appeared that both beds were slept in at the same time.

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 6

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

I sat on my bed, phone in hand trying to think of what to say to Kyotani. I would type out a few words then immediately delete it, because it sounded really dumb or really desperate. "Why is this so hard?" I groaned. I could say whatever to Iwaizumi and Oikawa and it wouldn't bother me later on, but with Kyotani...I just really don't want to mess this up. I looked back down at my phone screen, took a deep breath and typed.

Me: Hey Kyotani, it's me Y/n, did you make it back home?

I held my phone to my chest, I didn't even want to see the speech bubble pop up. But when it did, and my phone dinged, my stomach did a backflip. I looked at my phone.

Kyotani: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah? That was all he typed? I sighed slightly, well, he never was a man of many words.

Me: That's good. So, about coming over again. How does tomorrow night sound?

"Wow, way to be clingy." I mutter.

Kyotani: Sounds good.

I blinked a few times. "Whoa really? That worked?"

Me: Cool! I'll see you then.

Kyotani: See ya.

I let out a weak sigh and fell back onto my bed. Before I fell asleep I went back to the texts and changed Kyotani's name to:

🐶Mad Puppy🐶

He might have the personality of a feral wolf, but he could be as cute a little puppy. I smiled softly before drifting off to sleep.

Your P.O.V

Your alarm jerked your awake early the next day. With a groan you sat up and turned it off and checked your phone, you gasped when you saw what day it was. "It's Saturday!!" You cheered before flopping back down on your bed. It might be immature for you to act like a child when it came to the weekend, but Jesus did you hate waking up early to go to some boring classes for eight hours a day. Besides, you had a very important day ahead of you. Tonight was the night you went over to Kyotani's place for dinner. The grin on your face only grew wider. "It's like a date...only his mom is going to be there too..."

Speaking of moms, you needed to tell your mom you wouldn't be home early tonight. "Oh great. She's never going to get off my back over this." You sighed. You got up and changed out of your pajama's and into some comfy clothes before heading downstairs. Your mother was just on her way out it the door once you got to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey mom!" You called, making her stop. "Yes sweetie?" She turns to face you. "Um, is it cool if I go over to a friends for dinner tonight?"

"Hm? You mean Iwaizumi?" She asks. "No, not him."

"Oikawa?"

"No."

"...uh, then who?" She mutters.

"A new friend. Remember that intense guy I told you about? His name is Kyotani." You tell her. "Huh, I see. Well first I'm happy that you're making new friends sweetie." Your mother smiled. "But are you sure this "intense" guy is a friend? I just want to make sure you're not being bullied."

"I'm not being bullied. He is a pretty angry person at times but, he's actually really cool too." Your mother took a minute to think about it. "Alright, you can go. Do apologize to them for me. I won't be there."

"You won't?" Your mother shook her head. "I work late tonight. I won't be home until midnight. Which I expect you to be home before then, understand?" Your mother raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I promise. I'll tell them." Your mother pats your head and opened the front door. "Good, I'll see you later." She waves before leaving the house. "Of course you're working late again." You mutter as you walk into the living room. It never use to bother you as much before, but the more you thought about it and the more you watch her leave, the more it bothered you. She was always working, even during the weekends. You two hardly ever talked at times. You sat on the couch and decided to watch your favorite show to pass the time.

After a while, your phone dinged.

Shittykawa: Heeeeeey L/n-Chan! Wanna hang out? I'm free all day~😙

. . . . .

Shittykawa: Don't ignore me!😫

You: That was my answer.

Shittykawa: Your answer was pure silence?

You: Yeah. 😒

Shittykawa: Whatever.🙄 What are you up to?

You: Lazying about. Something you would know well huh, Lazykawa?

Shittykawa: So. Rude. What about later tonight?

You: Can't. I have plans.

Shittykawa: Liiiiike?

You: What's it to you?

Shittykawa: Come on! The least you can do is tell me!

You: Uggggh! I have dinner plans with Kyotani ok!?

. . .

You: Shittykawa?

Shittykawa: YOU HAVE A DATE WITH MAD DOG!?

You: It's not a date!!!

Shittykawa: Really? You? Him? Dinner??? Is it not clicking L/n-Chan?

You: His mom is going to be there, dumbass.

Shittykawa: I just can't believe it... You. And Mad Dog??? Of all people???

Me: What's so wrong with that?

Shittykawa: First, I can't believe you chose him over me 😭 Second, he's not exactly the ladies man. He's more the, scare and intimidate everyone he comes in contact with, man.

Me: Oh shut up Shittykawa. Kyotani's cool. Now if you'll excuse me, he's texting me right now. So I'm gonna get to that if you don't mind 😡 Besides, we all know you gay af.

You didn't bother to read what Oikawa texted next.

Mad Puppy: Hey. You still on for tonight?

You: Yeah totally! I'm really looking forwards to it.

Mad Puppy: Cool. My mom's been pestering me about it all fucking morning. It's like she's trying to play matchmaker. It's ducking creepy.

Your heart twinged a bit at that.

You: Oh yeah? Sorry to hear that.

Mad Puppy: It's whatever. Just telling you ahead of time, she's gonna keep this up the whole night. I just know she is. Anyway, I'll call you later ok? I gotta take Killer on a walk.

You: Ok. Talk to you later.

You bury your face in your hands. You had a feeling that tonight was going to take a lot out of you.

Later that night you stayed close by your phone, just waiting for that call from Kyotani. You had already gotten ready ahead of time, just so you would have to be in a rush later. You wore a short (color) dress with leggings.

(I know that must suck, but give me a break idk what outfit description would satisfy you all lol)

You didn't want to be super dressy but you didn't want to look like a bum in front of Kyotani and his mom. Speaking of, your phone lit up as the ringer went off. You scramble to pick up your phone before answering. "H-hello?"

"Hey, just checking in. You all ready to go?"

"Yep, I'm ready. I'll be over soon."

"Oh uh, actually...I'm on my way to your place....I didn't want you to walk alone at night."

You held back an "aw", you knew it would make him mad. "That's really nice of you Kyotani. Thank you."

"Yeah, I just figured you'd feel more comfortable if you were with someone. Anyway, I'll be there in a few."

"Ok. I'll see you then." You hung up and held your phone to your chest, the brightest smile on your face. Who knew Kyotani could be so nice? You never thought that you would have fallen for someone who looks pissed 24/7, but here you are.

Shortly after, Kyotani was knocking at your door. You took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi." You say softly. "Hey." He responds. "You ready to go?" You nod and walk out the door before shutting it. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention, my sister will be there too." He tells you. "Really? What's she like?"

"She's a l bitch." Kyotani says bluntly. "Oh come on." You laugh. "Is she really that horrible?" Kyotani nods. "Yep." You just rolled your eyes. You didn't have a brother or sister, but you understood that siblings would pick fights and "resent" each other from time to time. "Is your dad gonna be there too?" Kyotani remained silent, his eyes narrowed. "No." Oh....You decided not to press for more questions, not yet at least. You didn't want to ruin the night by bringing up touchy subjects.

Before you knew it, you were at his home. Kyotani knocked on the door, which was immediately answered by his mom and Killer, who was barking and jumping on you. "Oh, look at you Y/n! You look stunning! Doesn't she Kentaro?" His mom gushed. Kyotani nods. "Come on in! Dinner is just about ready!" You thanked her before stepping inside. At the table was a girl with black hair and the same yellow eyes as Kyotani sat. She wasn't really paying attention to anything or anyone, aside from her phone, which she tapped away on. "Natsuki, we have a guest. Put that thing down for once!" Her mom says as she walks to the stove. Natsuki sighs heavily and puts her phone down. "Hey." She mutters. "You my dumb little brother's girlfriend or something?" You and Kyotani's faces turn red.

"Shut your trap, Natsuki!" Kyotani growls. "She's way too pretty for you, mutt." She smirks. "I said shut it!"

"Both of you shut up!" Their mother yells. "Sorry about my two idiots Y/n." She smiles. You just wave it off. "Uh, don't worry about it." Kyotani and Natsuki's mother set down a very delicious meal on the table. Everyone sat down and gave thanks for the meal before digging in. "Wow. This is really good!" You say as you take another bite. Kaori smiles warmly. "I'm glad you like it. You should take some home for your family. I may have gotten carried away and made a little too much. I was just so surprised that my son brought over such a sweet and beautiful young lady!" Kyōtani grumbles a curse under his curse. Your face warmed up. "I'm kinda surprised myself." You admit.

"Same here. Ken has always been weird. Never thought girls would be interested in him." Natsuki says bluntly. "Tsk. And I never thought guys would be into you, guess I was right, huh?" Kyotani counters. The two siblings were caught in a glare off with each other. "I say cut it out, both of you!" Kaori hissed.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about school, and marriage, much to Kyotani's dismay, and just causal convo. There were more compliments about how nice and cute you were from his mom, and some questions from his sister for you like "so how much did my brother pay you to hang out with him?". They had to be one of the most chaotic family you've met, but you did enjoy their company. It was getting late, time for you to head home. Once again, Kyotani walked you home. "Thanks again." You smile softly. "Yeah, sorry about my mom and sister. Must have been exhausting." You shook your head. "They were great. I had a really good time tonight. Make sure you get back home safe ok?" Kyotani nods. "See ya." He turned ad walked away.  You wave before walking inside your home. Your mother still wasn't home, you decided to head up stairs and catch up on your favorite anime.

While watching, your phone dinged. You looked down to see a text from Kyotani.

🐶Mad Puppy🐶 I had a good time too. Night

You smiled and texted back.

You Good night 😊

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[kyber-crystal]

department of matchmaking || s.r

summary: in which you’re asked by aunt may to babysit peter while she’s away at a business conference & steve tags along. peter, being the innocent smol bean he is, tries to get you and the Captain together.

words: ~3.1k

warnings: none, just fluff & a little matchmaking spider-man :) and OH steve’s blue jacket heheh. tony’s your dad in this oop cant resist a stark child. shhh CW never happened bc i’m still in denial 

Peter: Aunt May says she has a couple errands to run so she won't be back until later this afternoon. Can you pick me up? School just ended.

You: Of course!

Peter: Ned and I are planning on building the Lego Death Star tonight. I know you're a sucker for building stuff :)

You: You know me so well, kiddo. I'm definitely in. How could I miss out on our weekly date nights?

Peter: You're the best! See you soon

You: See you!

"Where are you going?"

"May's busy, so I gotta go pick Peter up from school," you explained to Steve as you slung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed the keys to your (Tony's) Audi, sliding your sunglasses on. "We're having one of our weekly Friday movie nights, and he and Ned just got a new Lego set that they want me to help construct. You wanna come along?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

You headed outside to the car together, sticking the keys into the ignition as Steve slid in next to you in the passenger's seat. "I hope you don't have anything else planned for the rest of tonight. We might be there for a while...I know we were gonna see that new action movie in theaters tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"Nope, no plans," he smiled, "I'm free for the rest of this weekend. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's okay."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a bit at his words. 

But you quickly brushed the thought off, knowing the last thing you were supposed to do was fall for someone after you'd just gotten over a nasty breakup.

Soon enough, you pulled up in front of Midtown High School and saw Peter standing with Ned by the curb. You rolled the window down and called out to them. "Hey, boys. Need a ride?"

"My favorite Avenger! Hi!" Ned greeted as he and Peter got into the backseat, strapping their seatbelts on.

"Ouch, I'm offended," Steve placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look hurt. "I thought I was your favorite?"

"Captain America! It's an honor!" he exclaimed. "I've heard so much about you from Peter!"

"Oh, really? I hope he only told you good things?" the super-soldier chuckled.

"Yup!"

"So, how was school?" you glanced back at the two teenagers from the rearview mirror. "Anything interesting happen?"

"No, except they actually served something edible in the cafeteria for lunch today," Peter rolled his eyes. "Which is a first."

You sighed, placing your hand back on the wheel, "School food isn't the best thing ever."

"So uh, I have a question," Ned spoke up as you headed down the street, "are you and Y/N a...thing? ‘Cause I hear a lot of fans are speculating that the kickass agent and America’s golden boy are dating."

"What? No," you and Steve replied in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "No."

"Okay..."

It was mostly quiet for the rest of the car ride back to the apartment. Peter pulled out the keys from his jacket pocket and slid it in the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for the rest of you to come inside.

"So," he breathed out, setting his backpack down by the front door and dusting his hands off. You sat around the sofa together, glancing at the massive Lego set on the coffee table. "Here it is, in all its glory."

"How many pieces is this?" Steve questioned, looking at it in shock.

"Almost 4000."

A buzzing sound from his phone made Peter look down, swiping a few times before unlocking it and scanning over the new notification.

"May has an overnight business conference and she won't be back until tomorrow evening. She wants you to babysit," he explained as he looked up at you.

"Fine by me," you shrugged. "Cap?"

"Sure, why not."

"But I'm 15 and 8 months! I'm not a baby."

"Well, kiddo, I'm 28 and Tony treats me like a baby even though I’m not a baby anymore. Steve's going on 32, and acts like he's 12."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"Arguing like a married couple," Peter coughed, and Ned wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Cute."

"For the last time, we're not a thing," you let out an exasperated sigh, but felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you spoke.

Two hours later you were a little over halfway done with building the Death Star, and fatigue was beginning to catch up with you after you neglected your sleep schedule and pulled three all-nighters in a row bingeing Netflix with Sam.

You let out a yawn as you flipped through the instructions pamphlet, stretching your arms up in the air.

"You tired?" Steve asked. You were too tired to respond, simply leaning into him and closing your eyes.

"You can take her to the guest room. Straight down the hall, then turn right," Peter said as he noticed you'd now fallen asleep on him. "We can continue this after dinner."

Steve scooped you up into his strong arms and carried you down the hall, pushing the door to the guest room open with one hand before carefully setting you down on the bed, tucking you in.

"Sleep tight," he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left.

"Ahem. Now that she's gone," Ned cleared his throat, "time to plan on how we're supposed to get our OTP together!"

"Ned, really-"

"You should ask her out, Cap. I see the way you look at her," Peter raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's clear to everyone how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you. Sam sees it, Mr. Stark sees it, heck, I think May has her suspicions as well because she wouldn't stop talking about how great of a couple you two would be over dinner last night-"

"Look, Peter, I don't think she's ready for a relationship."

"Why not?"

"She just broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. I doubt she'd be willing to date again."

"But you're her best friend! You're literally the perfect man for her!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not taking advantage of someone when they're vulnerable. That isn't right."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his feet up against the coffee table, tossing a spare Lego piece up and down in one hand. "Yeah, I totally believe the great Captain America isn't in love with the great Y/N."

"She's my friend. A teammate."

"Friends with benefits!" Ned chimed in. Steve made a face at this. "No, not like that. I mean that as in, you guys do all the things that regular couples do, except you're not officially a couple. And I think that's big enough of an indication that you should get together for real."

"I'm just waiting for the right time."

"AHA!" both boys shouted. "So you are in love with her!"

"Keep it down!" he scolded. "She's asleep!"

"You didn't deny it this time..."

"Fine, whatever. What do you guys want for dinner? I'll go pick it up."

"Pizza."

"If Y/N asks where I am, just tell her I went to go get the food."

"Okay."

As soon as the door shut behind Steve, Peter and Ned's heads immediately whipped over and they faced each other, exchanging evil grins.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ned practically squealed.

"Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking!"

"Romantic dinner and movie night setup!" both boys whooped and hollered.

"I'll light the candles and get the napkins. May always keeps a stock of scented ones when Y/N comes over because she loves the smell of cherry blossoms."

"...I'll grab the rose petals and tablecloth."

"Rose petals?"

"Mind if I tear apart the flower on your desk?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Also, the regular tall candles are in the cabinet below the sink in the bathroom."

"Yessir."

Twenty minutes later, Steve came back with the pizza in hand, setting the keys on the counter and closing the door, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the scene before him.

"What is going on?"

"We set up a date night for you two because we know you've been working hard this past week and deserved to relax," Peter explained happily. "So, here you go!"

"Peter," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I appreciate your effort, but Y/N isn't ready for a relationship and neither one of us has feelings for the other."

"But you guys deserve a break! After working nonstop you should at least rest or something."

"Alright, alright. I'll go get Y/N. You guys set the pizza on the plates for everyone, okay?"

"Got it."

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, then stretched your arms up into the air, skidding to a halt as you observed the sight before you.

“Wh...what’s going on?”

Peter and Ned grinned from where they sat on the couch, paper plates on their laps. “We thought you deserved a nice break, so we set up a little something for you guys!”

“A romantic dinner? Why...”

"It looks pretty and gives off a relaxing mood. Why else?” Peter laughed nervously. “Now eat!”

“Okay...” you started growing suspicious, but didn’t question it, “alright, then.”

You fell into an awkward silence after that, aside from the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates and drink glasses being set back down on the table. The atmosphere felt heavier than before and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. 

“So, uh...how have you been holding up?” Steve asked you tentatively. He knew the topic of your ex-boyfriend was still that of a rather sensitive one - you’d come storming through the elevator doors and gulped down half a bottle of vodka (you never drank, so this had everyone genuinely worried), before heading upstairs and taking a forty-five minute shower, then afterwards, proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the afternoon. 

When you wouldn’t come down for dinner, he had to carry up your food to you and when you refused to eat, he was the one to force-feed you. When you suddenly broke down sobbing when he asked you if you were alright, he was the one who held you in your arms. He was the one who got you out of bed to bring you downstairs for some fresh air and to interact with the others, and not once during the time he was having to take care of you for, did he question any of your behavior. You were hurting and that was all that mattered. If you were hurting, he was hurting, too.

“It’s been a rough eight weeks...” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you took a sip of wine. “Could be better, but...I’m alright. I just wish I could’ve seen that coming from the moment I went on that blind date with him.”

“What do you mean?” Steve was confused - you’d never mentioned any details of your relationship, you were a very private person, for that matter. You rarely ever opened up to anyone. “I thought you were...”

“Happy? Hell no, I don’t even know why I stayed,” you scoffed as you took another swing of your drink. “It was so easy to fall into a routine. There was this gaping hole in my heart, and...I needed it to be filled somehow. Then Agent Williams comes along, a seemingly perfect new SHIELD recruit, almost everything a girl could possibly want in a man standing right in front of me...how could I not fall for his façade? I didn’t realize it was doomed from the start until about a week into the relationship...but I held my tongue. I knew if I dared to speak up against him, he’d somehow manage to use my words against me, twist everything I said into a whole new lie...he manipulated me, day after day...yet I still didn’t leave because I genuinely believed he’d change. 

“But I was wrong. I was naïve, I stayed because I was so desperate to experience true happiness that I went as far as to stay with someone I knew would do a number on my mental health in the long run. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into HQs one day to drop stuff of for Coulson, to see Williams on top of someone else...in the gym. In the gym...of all places. I only didn’t blast him because I didn’t want to destroy Fury’s property. So I slapped him and left. That’s it. This whole...fling, or whatever the hell you want to call this shitty relationship, lasted only twenty-six days before everything fell apart. God, I’m so stupid - I should’ve known. I was so stupid, I’m such a horrible person for doing what-”

Steve felt his blood boil with anger. Williams had cheated on you - that’s why you’d broken up. All this time he’d been thinking that you simply fell out of love, or maybe ended it on friendlier terms - when in fact, it was anything but.

Nobody deserved to be treated this way, especially you. I could treat you much better, he thought to himself.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching a hand up to wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes. Instead of letting his hand fall back at his side right away, he let it linger there for a moment, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The feeling sent electricity up his fingers. “It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person...he is.”

“Shit, I think our plan’s backfiring,” Peter hissed into Ned’s ear as they watched the scene unfold from the couch. “What the fuck, Ned!”

“Shh! Hold on, they’re having a really deep conversation. Let them be for a second.”

“I was stupid enough to stay, when he was giving off all the wrong signs...I should’ve listened to Tony and Nat. They knew. They knew from the moment we first got together, but I didn’t listen...”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know any better,” he reassured you, absentmindedly taking your hand in his and rubbing circles across your palm, “you just wanted to be happy. To experience that feeling that came along with being in a relationship. Frankly, I think I would’ve done the same thing.”

“And what makes me feel even worse,” your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, “...were my true intentions of staying. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But I realized I’d never achieve that with someone like him...in a way, I was using him too, I guess. Not for my personal gain or anything, not to boost my social status, like he did...he always made a point of walking around and declaring that he had an Avenger girlfriend. But...”

“But what?”

“I knew if I was in a relationship with someone, that’d prevent me from thinking about being with anyone else. Well...that plan failed...horribly.”

“...What are you saying?”

“Of course, I didn’t figure that out until not long ago...but yeah. The heart wants what it wants...and it didn’t want him.”

“Then who was it?”

Your gaze flickered down to your now-intertwined fingers. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “...I think you know who it is, Steve.”

“See!” Ned kicked Peter in the shin as he was in the middle of finishing off his second slice, and he winced. “It’s getting saucy!”

“Ow!” 

“I think we both know,” Steve murmured. 

You let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “I don’t know why I tried pursuing a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill me in the long run. I should’ve known it was you all along, huh? You know me like the back of your hand. For Odin’s sake, you remembered every detail of my SHIELD file, my favorite color, my exact birth date, everything there is to know about me. It’s always been you-”

“...It broke my heart to see you with someone who wasn’t me,” he said quietly.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to feel like I was meddling in your love life. I know you hate it when people do that.”

“Steve-”

“I knew you weren’t as happy as you let on. I shouldn’t have stayed silent...I should’ve at least said something. I was terrified to speak up, thinking that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings-”

“You...you what?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m in love with you.”

Peter let out a squeak. Ned chucked a pillow at him, a giddy look on his face.

“Good news,” you laughed, “because I’m in love with you too.”

“FINALLY!” Ned whooped, unable to contain his excitement for any longer. He and Peter exchanged a fist-bump. “FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! I can’t believe our ship finally sailed! Though I gotta be honest, I had no idea pizza could bring out people’s true feelings like that.”

“We’re geniuses!” Peter squealed, pulling out his phone.. “Oh, wait until Mr. Stark hears about this!”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Peter, don’t you dare c-”

Too late. A buzzing sound came from your phone, alerting you of a new notification, and you unlocked it to see a text from your father. 

Mr. Stank😡: Took you long enough, honey. I expect a grandchild soon.

Mr. Stank😡: But I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t want any other man for you than Capsicle himself.

You let out a loud groan, shoving your phone back into your purse. “Oh, come on.”

A buzzing sound came from Steve’s phone as well, and he took it out of his pocket to take a look. 

Stark: You better not knock her up until after you get married and then leave. I learned that lesson too late. I’m being serious when I’m telling you to treat her right - she hasn’t been the same since her mother walked out all those years ago. You make her happy, though, so I won’t try to intervene.

Stark: But if you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your face. Capiche?

Steve: ...Capiche.

“Ooh! I just got a promotion for telling him about you guys!” Peter clasped his hands together. “I’m joining you on your next group mission!”

“That’s great, Peter!” you congratulated, “but...why would he give you a promotion for...this?”

“Because he’s been waiting for this to happen for the longest time! Oh and also, your food’s getting cold.”

“We could just reheat it. Or...if you guys are still hungry, do you want to go to Olive Garden?” Steve looked over at the two teenage boys. 

“YES.”

“Y/N, what about you?”

“It’s a date,” you winked. You let out a small laugh upon seeing his cheeks flush red.

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First Impressions - YangYang

Warnings: drug usage, cursing, and violence

Credit to the original owners of the images.

GN "Bad Kid" Reader x "Good Kid" YangYang

Soulmate Au: First words to each other

"Y/N, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Song questioned from her position in front of the board.

"Yes ma'am", you said, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes. She looked at you for another moment before her eyes turned back to the notes written on the board, which you had already copied all of them down. You felt a poke in your ribs, your eyes moved over to your right where your friend Andy sat. Before she could speak the bell rang. You instantly moved to put your binder in your bag and waited for Andy to do the same. The two of you quickly walked out and waited in the back of the parking lot for the rest of your friends.

"I swear that woman has it out for you", she says pulling a bag out of her backpack.

"So help me you get us caught-"

"Don't worry", she cut you off, "I'll be careful."

"You better be sharing", Darren said as he walked over motioning for Andy to hurry up. She rolled her eyes and passed him the pipe. He instantly took it and inhaled, handing it to you who did the same.

"How dare you start without us?" Ryder said as he and Bridget joined your group, stealing the pipe from your hands.

"Hey no smoking, you have to drive your cousin home and your aunt will kill you if she finds out your high", Bridget said as she took the pipe from him.

"Speaking of which, where is the little shit?" He said, his eyes moving around the parking lot.

"That reminds me, anybody wanna gimme a ride? My sister has to work so she can't pick me up", you asked the group.

"Yeah sure. I'll need someone to keep me sane after I take Bridget home", Ryder said.

"Trust me. I'm not too happy about riding with you either", a voice said from behind him.

"We'll leave in a few. First, lemme introduce you to the gang. The blue-haired girl is Andy. The one with all of the piercings is Y/N. Green haired dude is Darren and you know Bridget. Guys this is YangYang."

"Sup", Darren told him as he took the pipe from Bridget. YangYang just nodded, it was obvious he was uncomfortable. You felt a bit bad for him, but that didn't stop you from taking another hit before leaving. Bridget got in the passenger seat, leaving you and YangYang in the back. It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at Bridget's. She kissed Ryder and told you all bye before getting out.

"I need gas and snacks, so we're making a pit stop", he said as he pulled back onto the road. He was in and out of the gas station passing you a bag of chips and YangYang a candy bar.

"So I gotta ask. Why do you guys smoke?" YangYang inquired to his cousin after a bit of silence.

"Numbs things a bit. And with it, things hurt less. Y/N is better at describing it", Ryder replied. YangYang turned to you.

"Let it hurt until it can't hurt anymore. That's what it's like without it", you said. He nodded and turned back to look out the window.

"That answer your question?" Ryder glanced in the rearview mirror to look at YangYang, who nodded. The moment the car arrived at his house YangYang thanked his cousin and jumped out of the car.

"Hopefully I don't have to give him a ride again", he said as he backed into the road.

"Eh, he didn't seem that bad."

"Let's just hope he doesn't tell my aunt I'm a stoner", he whispered. You let out a little laugh and continued to talk until you got back home.

------

It became a tradition for Ryder to take you home, and for him to drive YangYang home on Thursdays. It had been a month since the first time you had met him, and he still hadn't talked to you. But you couldn't really blame him, you were the classic "bad kid" that literally got stoned in the school parking lot, and he was the "good kid" that had the perfect record. It still amazed you that he and Ryder were even related at all. Just like the first time you rode together, Ryder had to make a pit stop at the gas station, though this time he was taking much longer. You found yourself growing more and more tired as you waited. It didn't help that you were unable to sleep last night and had smoked some with the group before leaving. You forced yourself to stay awake and pulled out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the temptations of falling asleep.

"Awake and unafraid", YangYang whispered, so low that you almost didn't hear him. Your eyes widened and they moved to your wrist, which was covered by your sleeve. The exact same words were etched into your skin. The words that had been there since your birth and would be the first words your soulmate told you.

"Talk about a plot twist", you mumbled, causing YangYang to laugh.

"I wasn't expecting it either", he admitted

"Wait a second", you said upon realization, "I talked to you the first time we rode with Ryder. You've known for a month that we're soulmates and didn't say anything?"

"Admittedly I was a bit concerned when I figured out that we're mates. But then I realized, things aren't that simple, that I know nothing about you and have no reason to have concerns. But I wasn't sure what to say, so I waited for the right time."

"I hate the fact that is reasonable. Second off, what the heck did you mean by unafraid?" Your torso moving to face him.

"You're unafraid of what others think. And to say what's on your mind. I've noticed that after learning we shared some classes."

"We have classes together?" You asked, your face twisting in surprise.

"Several", he answered with a laugh.

"Dang I'm blind."

"To be fair most times you're stuck in your head. And most likely stoned during class", he responded.

"Okay, you're not wrong on that. But lemme guess, you don't want people to know we're soulmates?" As you asked the question the driver's door opened.

"Hold the phone. Y'all are soulmates?" Ryder asked as he entered the car. Tossing candy at you two. The two of you nodding in response.

"And to answer your question. I'd much rather people know we're soulmates."

"Why though? You're the golden boy and I'm one of the resident stoners", you inquired as you opened up the chocolate.

"Because we're soulmates? The differences will definitely cause some trouble, but we'll be able to get through them", he told you.

"I still can't believe you two are mates", Ryder said as he started the car. The conversation was then put on hold, you assumed it would most likely be continued tomorrow.

---

It was lunchtime when you finally met up with YangYang.

"Sorry I'm late", he said. He dropped his bag onto the floor and sat next to you. He kept his head down and eyes trained on the table.

"You good?" You asked.

"Uh yeah, fine."

"YangYang, you do realize that I can tell your lying, right?" You said as you leaned closer to him. He finally peeked up at you, his eyes were a bit red.

"I hate the fact that I can't lie to you", he said with a slight pout.

"What happened?" You questioned.

His shoulders sagged as he mumbled something incoherently. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Just Blake and Liam being their usual selves." That's when you noticed the scratch on his cheek.

"Woah hold up. They did that?" You could already feel the anger rising in you. YangYang must've seen it in your eyes and began rambling about how it usually is worse, but as your fists clenched in anger he knew he messed up. Instead, he started backtracking, but it was too late, you were already storming out of the cafeteria to behind the gym. You knew the two boys hung out there during lunch, as cliche as it was. You could hear YangYang trailing close behind and begging you not to do anything.

"Y/N, what's up?" Blake greeted upon seeing you. Before you would've returned the greeting, but now you just grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey what fu-" Liam started, as he moved to you. But you glare turned to him, he immediately paused.

"Wanna tell me what you did to YangYang?" You asked, backing Blake up until he hit the wall.

"Why do you care?" Liam asked.

"One chance to tell me. I might not hit as hard if you answer", your grip tightening.

"Okay we roughhoused a bit, so what?"

"Is this the first time?"

"Yes?" Your right knee jerked up to hit I'm in the stomach. He groaned in pain and would've doubled over had it not been for your hold on him.

"What the hell Y/N?" Liam asked, his eyes widened in shock.

"Shit, fine. We've done it before", Blake panted.

"Oh so now you wanna tell the truth?" You asked rhetorically as your left fist reeled back and connected with his jaw. You dropped him from your hold as you heard Liam rush over to you. His knee made contact with your ribs, but you lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. As his back hit the concrete he let out a huff. You wasted no time on landing the punches. You rolled off of him when Blake attempted to yank you off. Your right foot landed on his chest and he stumbled back after the kick. You stood up, as he hobbled back towards you, and you grabbed onto his hair. He yelped at the pain of you pulling him up by it. You landed a final punch on his cheek and let go before shoving him to the ground where he sputtered up the smallest amount of blood.

"Bully anyone else and you probably won't make it out of the hospital next time. Understand?" You informed them as you moved to stand in front of them. Blake nodded and Liam groaned.

"And tell anyone that if they touch YangYang they're dead. Spread the word that if they mess with my soulmate, I will find them", you told them before grabbing YangYang's hand and walking back to the cafeteria.

"Where were you guys?" Darren asked when you sat back down.

"Had to take care of some assholes. And Andy blacklist Blake and Liam from your selling list." She nodded.

"So what'd they do?" Bridget asked.

"They messed with my mate", you told her as you pulled a blushing YangYang into your arms. Everyone at the table was surprised to say the least, well besides Ryder who was dying of laughter.

----

YangYang had decided to ride with Ryder again, he had asked his cousin to drop the two of you off at a local park. You waved Ryder off as he and Bridget backed out of the parking lot and walked with YangYang to a nearby bench. The two of you didn't get to talk after getting back to the cafeteria and you knew he had something to say about the whole situation.

"Alright, go ahead and say it", you told him. He gave you a confused look.

"That you don't wanna date me after the whole lunch fiasco."

"That's not at all what I was gonna say. I was gonna say that A) next time please give me a warning if you're gonna kick someone's ass. B) that was awesome. And C) let's go on an official date and actually start dating." It was your turn to be confused.

You could feel your eyebrows pull together as you asked him, "You still wanna date me?"

"Uh yeah?"

"Why?" You blurted out, prompting the boy next to you to laugh.

"Well I know you'll always protect me. And you're fun. And my soulmate."

"Well, I didn't expect that." He laughed again and stood up, pulling you with him as he walked to a nearby bakery.

"Now let's go on our first date, soulmate", he winked. You smiled, thinking about how it was definitely gonna be interesting to see everyone's reactions on Monday morning. And how the two of your story plays out, but you're looking forward to it.

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I exhale, turning to look at Nikki where he's laying beside me, a sickly pale tone to his skin, his black hair tangled, his hand that is clinging to mine, covered in tracks, the same appearance as his other hand. 

I can't help but wonder if I bathed him if he'd wake up. He reeks, and he's rough looking, only adding to my guilt. 

Fred gave him a sleeping pill to ease him off of his coke high--he's been freebasing again, just cooking it up in the room's microwave. 

I don't know what the hell to do about him. 

I wish I did. 

Turning over to face him, I brush his bangs out of his eyes, my fingertips lightly dusting over his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes. 

They were supposed to play tonight, but said Nikki came down with the flu and added the show to the second round of U.S. tours lined up for early next year. 

The Nikki I knew would have never put drugs over his music, his fans, and especially not his relationship. 

But, the Nikki I knew also wouldn't have cheated on me…

It's been hard to accept the fact that the Nikki I fell in love with six years ago, isn't around anymore. 

1981

I finish getting my church dress back on, grinning at Nikki as he gets his pants laced back up, the both of us glancing at each other in the back of my car. 

"What's mommy and daddy gonna say when I send their girl back home all turned out?" He asks me, smugly, and I put my heels back on, scoffing. 

"Gee, just come home with me and find out." I shrug. 

"I'll pass." He mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head. 

"Oh, c'mon, I'm sure they'd love you." I nudge him with my elbow. 

"Your mom would piss her granny-panties." He argues, wrinkling his nose a little and I just blink at him. 

"Maybe...but I'm pretty sure my dad would like you." I inform him. 

"Like hell he does." He says to himself and I just let out a breath. 

"So…" I say after a few seconds of silence and he nods a little, awkward tension filling the air around us. 

"...Well." He lets out in the same tone. 

"Good freaking night." I go to open the car door, irritated that he doesn't offer up to hangout and do stuff other than fool around, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks me, getting out next, standing by the driver's door, blocking my way. 

"Nothing. I'll see you later." I mumble, nudging him out of my way, opening my door but he's quickly shutting it before I can. 

"Viv, what's--" 

"--I'm gonna start charging you to sleep with me." I state blatantly and his hazel eyes widen, a shit eating smirk on his lips as he chuckles out, "what?" 

"You'd think since we have sex with each other so often it'd at least make us friends, but all you wanna do when we hangout is screw around and then go do whatever with the guys." I tell him. "And, no, this isn't me being a 'typical girl' and developing feelings for you just because we've had sex. It's me being tired of feeling like I'm just being used to get you off." 

"I'm being used to get you off so it's a win-win, is it not?" 

"You sound like Vince." I snap. "All that's happening is I screw you, you screw me, we leave, and don't talk until we're both horny again." 

"Is that not how this works?" 

"The least we can do is get food afterwards or something." I suggest. 

"...Like a date?" 

I gag at the thought. 

"Ew, no." I tell him and he looks confused. "Like, um...I don't know. But since I don't hate you enough to not hook up with you, anymore, I think we could at least get to know who we're hooking up with a little better."

"Friends with benefits?" He clarifies. 

"No, no, we're not friends." I point out and he let me get in my car. 

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" He throws out and I nod. "Wear something pretty--we're going to McDonald's." He smugly smiles and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh. 

I'm shaking the memory away when there's a knock at the door and I slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake Nikki, slipping my hand from his as my feet hit the hotel carpet. 

I open the door, seeing Mick.

"They wanted us to go ahead and start getting our stuff together to leave." He informs me. "Apparently Guns has some solo shows at some clubs nearby so they're staying behind and we'll back up with them tomorrow night." He informs me and I nod, smiling softly, before he lets out a small breath. "I know you're hurt, and you've got every right to be, but would it not make more sense to file for divorce before you move on, as opposed to moving on before you even really know if you're gonna leave or not?" He asks next, under his breath so Nikki has no way of hearing it. 

"Ask your married girlfriend that before you come at me with it, Mick, alright?" I ask him neutrally, shutting the door in his face before stepping back to the bed, hesitant to wake Nikki up but doing it anyway so we won't be late. 

I wasn't shocked when Mick let on that he knew about Duff and I because, like with me and Nikki, he just knew when something was up.

Looking back, Mick had a point, but at that time he was the last person I wanted to hear it from, because Emi wasn't estranged from her husband, or even on bad terms with him. She was just cheating for whatever reason while her husband stayed in the blissful dark. Mick was "the other woman" therefore he had no place to speak to me about my relationship with Duff.

"Nikki, get up, we gotta get packed." I gently shake him and he groans out. 

"Baby, let me sleep." He mumbles, eyes squeezed closed, face scrunching slightly for a second. 

"We gotta be in L.A. in seven hours, c'mon." I nudge at him again, and his red eyes open, disgruntled, taking a moment before sitting up.

"I did it again last night?" He asks me, rubbing the crust from his eyes as I slip my slippers on. 

"Yep."

"Are they pissed?" 

"They're worried." I inform him. "I'm worried, too." I add, stepping to the door. 

"I'm fine." He says after me.

"Glad to hear it." I open the door, taking a moment to add, "and I'm not 'baby' to you anymore," before leaving. 

I get to my room and get my things packed, being interrupted by a knock at the door. 

When I get it open, Duff is on the other side, wearing nothing but his underwear. 

"I think I left my necklace in here." He tells me and I step aside, watching him grab it from the bedside table before he turns to me and says, "so, you guys are leaving tonight?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I nod. "Gotta go watch Vince walk down the aisle." 

He chuckles and I do, too, realizing how ironic the reality of it is. 

"...Is, um...Nikki okay?" He cautiously questions.

"Yeah." I nod. "I'm sorry I didn't go back to your room last night, I just thought it'd be best if he eased off before I went to bed and then I accidentally fell asleep before I could leave so…" 

"No, no, Viv, it's fine. You still care about him, even though he's shitty sometimes he's still the guy you've been with for the past six years. I'm not upset that you're making sure he's okay." He nods reassuringly. 

Before I can say "okay", there's another knock at my door, and I step to it and open it, Tommy and Vince waiting for me. 

"Ya ready?" Tommy asks, him and Vince both wearing sunglasses. 

"Yeah." I reply, going to zip my suitcase, Tommy following in after me to grab it, taking a double take when he notices Duff. 

"Hey, man."

"Hey." Duff replies, rubbing the back of his neck, before looking to Vince. "Vinnie, you ready to walk down that aisle?" He asks him with a smile.

"Yeah, just so Sharise will stop bitching about wedding details." He responds with a groan in his tone and Duff chuckles. "But her and Skylar are coming back with me for a honeymoon so just be on your best behavior--not that you aren't most times." He adds. 

"Nah, I'll give Slash and Stevie the heads up, though." He assures him. 

"Thanks, dude." Vince says back.

"Alright, see you when we get back." Tommy says, patting at Duff's shoulder. 

"See ya." Duff says to them as they head out. 

"I gotta pee and I'll be down." I lie.

Vince looks at me, oddly, with a small bit of hesitance before he shuts the door and I rub my lips and look at Duff, fumbling with my fingers. 

"You're not breaking up with me already, are you?" He repeats what I asked him before and I smile and shake my head.

"No, no." I grab his hand and tug him closer to me and he kisses my hair, wrapping his arms around me, tightly, and I rest my cheek against his skin. 

"Just have a safe flight, try not to kill anyone." He tells me and I nod.

"I love you." I tell him, looking up at him. 

"I love you, too." He leans down and kisses me, pulling away too soon. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"See you tomorrow night." I agree, taking a mental picture of his soft grin.

The next day was spent scrambling to keep everyone together--especially Nikki--because Sharise deserved one day to be with Vince without a fight...little did I know the only fight that would occur would be between Vince and I, and not him and Nikki, like I feared.

"Okay," I straighten her veil, examining her dress one last time as she hands me my bouquet, "you look beautiful, Sharise." I assure her and she continues nitpicking possible flaws in the mirror. 

"I know we're already married so this is just a vow renewal or whatever but I'm nervous." She admits to me, fanning at herself a little. 

"There's no reason to be." I tell her. 

"Where's Sky?" 

"With your parents." 

"Where's Tansy?" 

"Getting her dress on." 

"Where's Nikki?"

"In the bathroom." 

"In the bathroom or shooting up?" 

"In the bathroom. Tommy's on smack watch." 

"Okay." She lets out a breath, trying to calm down. "Vince...is he--"

"He's ready to walk when you are." As I say this, the door opens and Nikki and Tansy come in.

"Sharise, the wedding party's waiting for you." Tansy tells her a little shakily. 

I think she's beginning to withdrawal. 

"Alright. Okay." Sharise inhales and exhales. 

"You got this." I promise her. 

"You're right." She nods and I help her with her dress as she heads to the door. 

Nikki, Tommy, Mick, and a couple other guys I've never met that are good friends of Sharise and Vince are wearing their tuxes with a hot pink sash, to match the bridesmaids knee length, hot pink dresses with black tull underlying the skirt. 

We file into line, Nikki and getting in front of Sharise since she's appointed me with Matron of honor. 

"You showered." I mumble to Nikki, impressed. 

"Tommy threatened to spray me off with a water hose. I didn't feel like being cold." He mumbles and I scoff as the music starts, the doors opening to lead outside, where we have to walk down stone stairs to meet in a spacious courtyard. 

"I'm getting war flashbacks." He says next once it's our turn to start walking. 

"From our wedding, yeah, me freaking too." I reply in a hiss. 

"I was gonna say from Tommy's wedding but sure." He scoffs bitterly. 

"Just don't leave this one every fifteen minutes to slip into the bathroom and shoot up." I ignore his comment, the arm that my hand is looped through tenses up and I can feel him glaring at me through his sunglasses. 

"Don't be a fucking bitch." He tells me as we step down the stairs and approach the guests, seeing Vince and the other groomsmen and bridesmaids waiting for us. 

"Little late for that." I point out. 

"And our wedding wasn't even that bad, Viv." He randomly cuts back to our initial back and forth and I fake a smile for the crowd, speaking through my teeth to reply, "Wish I could say the same for the months to follow it." 

We separate at the alter, and I push my feelings aside when I look to see Sharise stepping down the stairs, looking stunning as ever. 

When she gets down here, I'm straightening the back of her dress as she takes Vince's hands. 

The ceremony doesn't take very long, and once the reception comes and all the pictures are done with being taken, I'm ready to get out of this dress--but it's not ready for me to get out of it.

I grind my teeth, dreading asking this bastard for help, but I know he's got his knife and the zipper of my dress is stuck. 

"Nikki," I tap at his shoulder as he downs another glass of wine. 

"What?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Can you help me get out of this dress?" I ask him and he suddenly bursts into laughter. 

"I'd rather fuck a pot of boiling hot oil than fuck you." He tells me. 

"No, asshole, I mean literally help me get this off because the zipper is stuck." I explain. 

"Oh." He says, turning me to look at it. "Yeah, I guess." He stands up and I head to the bathroom as he pulls his pocket knife from his pocket.

Once we get to the bathroom, I'm pulling my arms from the sleeves the best I can before I look at him. 

"Just go to sawing away here." I point to the seam that's three-fourths zipped. 

He starts cutting at it, and it soon gets looser and looser to the point there should be plenty of room to finish pushing it down my hips...and I would if his hands weren't steadily holding at my bare sides, his eyes on my back as I look at him in the mirror and wait for him to snap back into reality. 

He never does, and I'm forced to clear my throat to whisk the tension away. 

"Um, I got it from here." I tell him, hinting that his hands on my skin aren't needed.

He just looks at me in the mirror and holds at them tighter, making me go to hit at the tops of his hands, only I realize this is one of the few moments he probably finds peace in because he can pretend, even for a second, that everything isn't screwed sideways. 

I just rest my palms over his hands, making eye contact with him in the mirror, looking us over, and I smile sadly, realizing we won't ever be those people again. 

After his moment is finished, he's gently patting my sides before taking a step back and putting his knife back into his pocket. 

"Thanks, again." I say to him before he goes. "No problem." He mumbles, stepping out. 

I rush back to the bridal suite to avoid being seen half naked, to change into a more comfortable dress.

As soon as I shut the door, I turn around and see Vince nursing a beer, and I jump. 

"Jesus, Vince!" I snap at him, taking a deep breath and he rolls his eyes for a second. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him, peeling the dress down my legs, not caring that he's getting an eyeful of me in nothing but skimpy panties since he's seen me completely naked in the pictures of me that Nikki's shown off to him. 

"Hiding from my in laws." He replies, taking another sip of beer. 

"You're not supposed to be drinking." I remind him.

"Who's gonna tell them?" He asks me, raising his brows. 

"Doesn't matter if the state doesn't know--God knows. That's who you'll have to answer to in the end." 

"Oh-Oh, my fuck." He chuckles out, his tongue swiping the inside of his bottom lip. 

"What? You think standing before God and being confronted with the fact you're still drinking after killing your friend in a drunk driving accident is funny?" I hiss at him.

 "I think the bible warns against becoming a drunkard but doesn't it also say, "you must not commit adultery'?" 

My heart pounds in my chest, my eyes wide, and he stands up from his spot on the fluffy parlor chair. 

"So you can give me shit about killing Razzle and still drinking, but every time the sweat on Duff's back dries after he's done fucking you, it's just another nail being hammered into Nikki's coffin, once he finds out." He says, pointing at me with the hand holding at his bottle. "And that blood's gonna be on your hands." He adds. "Not mine." 

[bodyswapmischief]

Gaining A New Year's Resolution

"Dude what the fuck are you eating." I say to my roommate.

"A salad? ... why?" He puzzledly responds.

"Nothing it just surprising... I never thought I would see the day were you at a salad." I say while being amused.

My roommate laughs along with me. "Yeah it’s for my New Year's resolution to lose weight."

"New Year's resolutions?" I choke.

"Yeah, it's a goal you make at the beginning of the year..." he starts to explain.

"I know what a New Year's resolution is. I can't believe your stupid enough to have one." I laugh.

"Hey, there's gotta be something you what to change or learn this year." He blushes.

"No, I'm already perfect," I flex. " See this body it's already perfect. And, I don't need to set a goal to accomplish something. If I want to do it, I just do it."

"Well we all can't be perfect like you," he says as he is starting to get annoyed.

"And you really think your gonna lose weight, this year." I ask.

"Yeah, why are you being such an asshole?" He aggressively says.

"What I'm just being realistic. Do you know how many New Year's resolution are broken, let alone in the first month. Working at a gym, I see this all the time. Your just setting yourself up for failure. Then your going to get depressed, eat your feelings, and gain even more weights." I explain.

"Wow, your such an asshole. Why do you gotta be so negative. I guess in your world nobody can ever change. What are you sacred that if I lose weight I will be hotter than you? Watch, I'm going to lose this weight." He yells.

"Oh yeah, this coming from the guy that has been stuffing his face non stop, since Halloween. And, yeah, I'm soooo jealous of your ability to eat 3 large pizzas in one sitting. I mean besides your appetite, you lack the willpower or motivation to make this goal a reality. You give up whenever something gets hard." I snap back.

"Fuck you! Remember you made me do this. Amittere et lucra. Amittere et Lucra. AMITTERE ET LUCRA..." He keeps repeating. My vision starts to black out.

Suddenly I wake up. "Your an asshole," my roommate yells. He bumps into me as he walks past me. A static shock hit both our bodies. He then slams the door to his room. What the fuck was he yelling about, I think to myself.

It looked like we were talking to each other but, I can't remember our conversation. Damn, I was going to go to the gym but, whatever we were arguing about got me tired. Missing today won't kill me. Plus, I have to go their tomorrow to meet up with my clients, anyways.

My stomach growls. Damn, I'm starving. I’m to tired to cook. I'll just order a pizza or two. Wait, when was the last time I ate pizza?

[A Few Weeks Later]

Fuck, today was embarrassing. First, every single one of my clients asked if I was okay. At first I didn't know what they were talking about. Finally my favorite client straight up told be I was getting fat.

I know my abs are gone. My pecs have become smaller and soft. And, I lost definition in my legs, back, and arms. But, I wouldn't say I was fat. I still look hot. So, I just lied and said I was bulking up.

And, if that wasn't bad. I got a new client today. He was very overweight. Usually, I have to actually show new clients how to do the workouts properly. So, for the first couple of seasons I work out with them, instead of just supervising them. But, today I could barely keep up, myself. But, that happens. I mean come on I haven’t worked out for a while. Working out is to hard and tiring.

After work my boss told me that the new client requested working with someone else. And, some of my clients have been complaining about my behavior lately. So, what if I've been eating hamburgers on the job, they go well with my morning milkshakes. And, I've been tired lately so, sorry that I've been sleeping in the break room instead of supervising my clients. And, what if I can lift heavy weights anymore or stay on a treadmill for 1 minute, without hyperventilating.

Long story short, I was fired. Well, I've always been good at cooking so, maybe I'll get a job at a restaurant.

And then, holy shit has my roommate lost a lot of weight abnormally fast. His beer belly is long gone and so are his boobs. Now he's walking around shirtless showing of his pecs and biceps. His abs are starting to come in. I know I have been acting like I don't care about the weight I'm gaining but, around him I feel so insecure about my body. I've stopped walking around shirtless and I'm so jealous of his body.

To make matters worst, we swapped clothes. It was embarrassing but, it saved us both a lot of money. His clothes were getting way to big for him. And as the days have gone by, he has been filling out my clothes nicely. My clothes were either become to tight or just showed off how fat I was getting. I still don't really fit into my roommates old clothes but, he says I should grow into them. And as they days past, they are starting to fit better.

But, I wouldn't admit that to him. He's been acting like an asshole every since he lost weight. He makes fun of what I eat and how much I eat. He like pointing out how fat I'm getting. He keeps saying if I don't watch out, I'm going to out grow his old clothes. See how arrogant he is. Like he knows how fat I'm going to get.

I could lose weight at anytime. I just don't need to yet. I may not be fit. But, I'm still hot, right? Dad bods are a thing, right? And, if I do become fat, I can always make a New Year's resolution next year to lose weight. So, I shouldn't be worried or should I? And, why do I keep feeling like I should remember something from that fight me and my roommate had, a few weeks ago?

[fortheloveofkuroo]

HAIKYUU AU:

Part 1 Part 3

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

4. Nishinoya Yuu

Yea boi he's excited.

Yuu have been always a fan of yours. Sure he loves Shimizu Kiyoko more than anyone (expect Tanaka lmao) But you, you're just so different that you shines in his eyes.

"Sleepover at (Y/n)'s home?! Not Bad!"

He is excited as hell.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Is your house bigg?" He excitedly asks. "Well, you'll see." You answered.

He cannot calm down geez. Unlike Asahi, who's nervous as hell he's very excited and everybody can tell.

"You guys can dry yourselves here, i'll shower first and prepare your dinner!"

Something about seeing your domestic self seems very unusual to him. He's not used to you who's not yelling and controlling people in the Gym.

You seems very famous for your strictness to the boys. But they're not complaining though.

He waits (strangely) patiently and being his usual self, with Tanaka he guards the bathroom.

"We, as a real gentlemen we have to guard our lady from danger. Especially when she's in her vulnerable state." Nishinoya explained. Tanaka answered with his nods.

Ofc you can hear everything from inside. "OI YOU TWO GET OUT FROM THE DOOR!" you opened the door, with bathrope on and wet hair.

Ofc these two guys arestunned. "Omg (Y/n), you're actually so hot-" "GET OUT!" you kicked both of them to the living room and quickly change to your clothes.

Doesn't took too long before you finished cooking dinner with Sugawara and bring them to table.

They all eat so much. You barely eats. That's alright, they worked so hard. It must be tough for them.

This guardian deity noticed that you don't eat much. So he gave a few portion of his Karaage to you. Without you even noticing.

"Eh,? I'm sure i finished mine though." You wondered. Nishinoya grins, "It seems like the Kaarage fairy likes you, (Y/n)!" Followed by cheering from Hinata asking if Kaarage fairy is real or not.

You know it's from him. It's not rare for Nishinoya sharing his food but it warms your heart.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted before Sugawara holds himself. "No you're not! I don't trust you!"

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

Omg the chaos. You had enough for some point.

"Geez! I'll sleep by myself. Don't make a ruckus and Good night." You snaps while closing the door. Leaving some of them guilty.

You can't lie that you feel a little upset. Maybe you're tired. Yeah, you're prolly tired. You're gonna apologize to everyone in the morning.

It's been hours since you turn off the light. Hell it's already midnight and you can't seems to fall asleep. You're mentally and physically tired but your eyes don't want to close even an inch.

So you left your room. Moving around a little hoping you'll get (even) more tired. You move slowly, making sure you don't make so much noise that loud enough to wake everybody.

A glass of water is enough to calm yourself down right? Nah it's not. You're still hungry.

"Psst. Hey."

You turn your head around, a boy with dark drown locks and a little golden blonde highlight on his bangs. It's undoubtly him.

"Noya? You haven't sleep yet?" You whispered to him. He shakes his head, but both of your movement is too loud for the first year that ate sleeping in the living room so you dragged him somewhere else.

Should you bring him to your room? Dang it but you're still upset. So you dragged him outside to terrace. Letting go of his hand as you two sits.

"Why are you still up?" Noya shrugs. "I don't know. How about you?" You shrugs back. "Idk. Prolly-" your stomach suddenly shrieks, cutting your words and Nishinoya cannot help but laugh.

"D-Don't laugh! You'll wake everybody!" You hit his arm as he coughs. "Um, wait here 'kay" he left. You have no idea what he's planning but oh well.

You hug your knees as you looks up, the sky is so clear. Thanks to the rain and storm earlier.

You nose picks up something. A savory delicious smell coming from inside the house. Wait is this his plan?

Not so long, Noya came back with two noodle cups. He gave one to you and place himself right next to you. He only give you a grin before you two busy enjoying your instant noodle.

Not only your stomach but your heart warms up now. It's the little silence that you two in.

You smiled. After putting your cup of noodle away you chuckles.

Nishinoya confused. "What? You still hungry??"

You shakes you head, "I just don't remember keeping instant cup noodles though.." "Oh it was mine. I brought spare food everywhere, because y'know i eat a lot." Nishinoya grins.

You thanked him as you ruffles his golden bangs. And your hand quickly got snatch from his head before you know it you already cornered between him and the cold concrete wall behind you.

Is this what kabedon looks like?

He slowly release your hand and apologize. Very ashamed of what he have done. He excuse himself but you stopped him.

"...Stay for a while."

God how can he say no?

Being in the same grade as you provide him with a lots of opportunities. Not only he can see you everyday outside the club activity, he's given the opportunity of interacting with you because you two are in the same class ans apparently, you sat beside him.

He nods and sits back while you quietly watch over his side profile. Damn, you never knew that Nishinoya is actually.. Pretty good-looking.

"Sorry, i acted without thinking earlier."

"Nah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Also, gotta admit though, you look cool with your hair down, Noya."

You can tell he's surprised. A girl? Tell him he looks cool? What? In? The? World? Is? Happening???

It seems like the cold air and the full stomach is now making you drowsy. Noya notices this, he grabs your hand and leads you to your room.

"There there. Sleep tight kay?" He spoke as he cover your whole body with blanket. It's warm.

But it's not enough.

"Hnnh.. Noya, cold." You whine.

"Haa?? Then what do you want me to do? Cuddle you up?" He jokes. Well suprisingly you nods.

Noya shocked, but why not right? He smiles as he enters the soft blanket of yours and sighed.

"Fine i'll spoon you."

5. Tanaka Ryuunosuke

OMF THE CHAOS

He's literally dreading to go to your house.

"Oh shit nvm Kiyoko-san is number one- ...but sleepover at (Y/n)-san's house though, BUT KIYOKO-SAN!! B-But (Y/n)-san.."

Yeah that's what his mind probably looks like. He obviously loves Kiyoko but heck, when you appear infront of him. It's like another flower has bloom.

He swear to himself that he only devotes himself to Shimizu Kiyoko and not do anything weird but protect you as Karasuno's manager and that's it.

But when he enters your house, and seeing everybody so relaxed, he thinks "heh why not?"

Especially when he saw you getting out from the shower. He feels like he just cameback fro a long day at work and his wife is serving him-

WAIT NO THINK OF SHIMIZU KIYOKO.

Dang it, he hates himself. He can't pick. He loves Kiyoko so much but you.. You keep disturbing him.

And ofc you don't even know that this is what's going on. You only think that Tanaka loves Shimizu-senpai so it's cool he acts very defensive to the managers especially when they're outside the school.

But why is so nervous yet so happy when he sees you?

You cameback from the kitchen, placing the dinner on the table with Suga-san helping you out.

The entire scenario of you being his wife serving him right after he cameback from his work is very vivid.

He shakes his heaed as he stuff and chomps down his rice. Secretly stealing a gaze over your direction. Everybody's attention is slightly moves towards you too.

The way you eat, the way you speak, the way you smiles..

He ignores those all and focus on his meal and moves his focus elsewhere by teasing another member whose embarassed or flustered just because they're in your house.

But he's secretly overwhelmed too.

And not so long it's sleeping time.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I'LL DO IT!" "NO YOU DUMBASS! STOP COCKBLOCKING ME TANAKA!" "STOP IT YOU TWOO!!!"

Sugawara was quick to respond. But you already sighs and shakes your head. "Nevermind i'll sleep by myself.. Goodnight Guys."

Shit. He felt guilty now.

He tried to erase his feeling of guilty away, Nishinoya and the others are very quick to fall asleep. They left him alone. Awake in the darkness.

He can't sleep with this guilty feeling on his chest. As a true man, he must deal with his problem straight away.

So he brace himself and lightly knock on your door.

No answer. "Shit, she's probably already asleep. I should just wait untill tomorrow-" and the door opens.

Revealing you with a sleepy face and messy hair. So you did already sleepy.

"S-SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT. PLEASE GO BACK TO SLE-" "Tanaka shhh.. Not so loud.." you yawns as you rubs your eyes.

"It's fine, what is it? I'm awake now." You smiles. He want to say something. Tanaka is a simple guy, if something is interrupting him, he will told you immediately.

"No ah.. I'm sorry (Y/n)-san. You should probably go back to sleep-" "Geez.. Be quite!" A shout suddenly startled both of you. Causing you to quickly drags Tanaka inside and shutting the door.

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

Man, Tanaka Ryuunosuke is stop working.

He's inside your room, he always wonder what a girl's room looks like. (His Onee-san's room is a very different one in his perspective)

"Hellooo? Earth to Tanaka? Ya there?" You wave your hand infront of him as you tap his bald head.

"A-Ah yes! It's.. I want to apologize about earlier." "Huh? Oh, that's alright. I was just tired so a little ruckus kinda bugs me. But that's okay, i'm sorry too for sounding so annoyed, eheh."

Your awkward pure genuine smile moves his heart.

He smiles. Is that it? Is this his choice?

"Say (Y/n)-san.." "Geez Tanaka drop the suffix. We're in the same year." You protest. Tanaka awkwardly chuckles and nods.

"What is it?" You wonder. Anticipating an answer from a boy who's sitting infront of you.

"Do you.. Have someone in your mind?" He looks down. Didn't even that brave to look at your eye. Untill he feels a little thud in his shoulder. He looks up..

You fell asleep on his shoulder. Oh my God.

The panic.

He's panicking inside and it shows. You, who's now asleep and sound on his shoulder suddenly slides to his lap.

He quickly carry you to the bed and tugs you in.

"This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad"

Poor boy lol.

But one things he notices, your hand.. It won't let go of his hand. Even though he relase your hand, you kept looking for his hand.

"How adorable," he think to himself.

"...Don't leave."

"..I won't. Because, i think i love you.."

6. Kageyama Tobio

Honestly, this boi can't behave himself when he's near you.

HE ADORES YOU AWWW.

Y'know ya boi Tobio never really cares about the outside world of voleyball. So he never notice any stuff that's going around even if A LOT of girls in his class are crushing on him.

In the middle school everybody seems so distant from him because of his past attitude, but he's willing to change when he came to Karasuno and boom, he met you.

What a spark of fireworks.

So now his world revolves around two things. Voleyball, and you.

Kageyama doesn't want to bother you, so he decline. But his poor self didn't bring umbrella. He already made up his mind that he'll sprint to home untill he (accidentally) heard your quarel with Daichi.

Well, why not?

So this boy tags along, and being the polite boy he is he behave SO POLITE IT HURTS YOUR EYES.

"Jesus Kageyama, you don't have to be so polite." You laughs as the other members starting to notice. Kageyama's forehead form a confused expression.

He's actually pretty quiet and calm in your house. Your house remind him a lot of his Grandma's house. The atmosphere, and the living room is practically almost identical.

He tried to enjoy the moment but ofc Hinata Boge will annoy tf outta him.

When you distribute the towels, something struck your mind and he snaps you out of it.

"(Y/n)-senpai? Is anything wrong?" You shakes your head and gave him a thumbs up, i forming everything's fine. He's happy with the little interaction that you're both having.

That's just enough for him.

It's almost his turn to shower, some of the member that showered first already back, and Hinata decided to go ahead and shower first. Taking over Kageyama's turn and leaving him behind.

He was about to chase after him but Daichi pulls him back. "Don't make any ruckus." He advised Kageyama.

But Hinata strangely came back with a pale face. As if he runs to a ghost or something.

"Oi what happened? You run to a ghost or something?" He asked, mocking him.

Hinata face turns to serious yet doubtfull. Oh shit something serious must have happened. Kageyama nudge him. "What happened?"

Hinata gulps, "... I saw Suga-san and (Y/n)-senpai in the kitchen.. They were.." Kageyama scoffs. "Yea they were cooking. What else they should be doing, huh?"

"No! Listen.. They were.. Ugh.. S-Suga-san.. Cornered (Y/n)-senpai.." Hinata whispered to him. Kageyama's heart almost stopped. So it's true.

A while ago, while he was practicing his jump serve, his ear caught something rather interesting. The third years were discussing about the managers. Including you.

"How about (Y/n)?" Daichi asked. "Aaah, i think everyone in the team atleast have a crush on her though. I mean ofc i had a crush on her, who wouldn't?" Sugawara jokes. Bur Asahi agreed too.

What? So he against the senpais too?

And the first years and second years too. Wow you sure are popular.

He gets up, clenching his towel between his fist and walked to the kitchen. While Hinata tried to hold him but poor guy he gets thrown away :(

Once he stepped to the Kitchen, he saw you and Suga. But both of you are blushing. Shit, he doesn't want to admit this but he think Hinata's not telling a lie.

"Oh Kageyama? The bathroom's that way." Sugawara's finger gesture over the bathroom and helped you with the meal. He can see a glistened of rivalry in his kouhai's eyes.

"Thanks." As Kageyama shuts the door. He curse to himself. Now he have to compete with Sugawara too? Not only the setter position but.. Girls too?

He spent his showering session by collecting himself. He must not show any emotion of upsetness. Then he gets out and surprise surprise he bumped into Sugawara.

The silence between them omg.

"Excuse me-" "Hinata told you, didn't he?"

"Shit. He knew. Now play dumb Tobio."

"H-Huh? What did you say, Suga-san?" He lies. Sugawara know from the start that Hinata will run to Kageyama and spill everything. And Kageyama Tobio is bad at lying.

"You know, that me and (Y/n)-" "Food's ready!! Everybody let's gather aroundd!" His words were cut off by Daichi's announcement.

The whole dinner session are spent well, Kageyama's usual quarell with Hinata about the food and you being so wholesome and kind about it.

But the way you and Sugawara's movement after that kitchen incident keeps bothering his mind. What if Sugawara..

And dinners ended. It's turn to sleep now. He's kind off sleepy already because of his routine. So after the room division, he will go straight to bed, he think.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

What

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted. But he gets hold back by Sugawara. No no no. He cannot let anyone especially Sugawara to sleep with you.

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

"Let's go to the distributed room first and see, who's the one left. He gets to stay with (Y/n)-senpai." Kageyama proposes. Actually not a bad idea.

At first everyone doesn't want to take their place but their tired body forces them too. One by one, they all collapsed on the futon or matresss once they saw one. And that left us with Sugawara and Kageyama.

"You should choose, (Y/n)." Sugawara smiles.

Kageyama's almost lost because of his consciousness running out. He's THAT sleepy yall.

"Well then, i think i'll pick.." "Sugawara! There's one spot left here!" Before you can decide, (again) Daichi interrupts. And Kageyama's eyes almost rolled back because of his sleepiness.

"Fine then. Goodnight (Y/n), Kageyama." Sugawara smile as you both walk back to your room. Holding back his emotion.

You told Kageyama to wait and prepare his bed. You feel sorry for him, he must be so tired and yet he still force himself to fully awake.

"There, Kageyama. You can sleep now- Ehhh!" Whaddya know sis, he falls down. Face first to the matrass luckily not the floor.

You chuckles a little. This boy is very adorable. You know how he adores you when you help hin with his set practice. You ran your fingers trough his jet black hair, combing his hair.

"...Nyam, i like you.. (Y/n)-senpai..."

WOW. Didn't expect someone will confess to you trough sleep talking but sure i guess. A little laugh burst from you lips. Cheeks a lil' warm.

"Sweet dreams, Tobio.."

Part 3 coming upp~

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The Heart of Mine-

Miles Fairchild × Reader

Chapter Five: The Warning

Chapter Six: The Nightmare

Word Count 2,071

Warning: Angst, mentions of death and blood, fluff at the end.

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You are in a very deep sleep. Dreaming a dream that feels so real. It is just you and Miles in the mansion and every room is pitch black. You can't see and you can't feel. You scream and scream for Miles but he doesn't answer. You make it to the east wing of the house and that is where Miles is. He is laying on the ground, unresponsive. You move and shove him but he isn't waking up. You roll him over so that you can see his face and when you do, you see a massive spider crawling out of his mouth.

You scream and try to help him but it is no use, he is already gone. You try and try to wake yourself up but you can't. Why can't you wake up?! You run to the corner of the room and huddle yourself into a ball and cry. Why can't I wake up!? 

Miles "BABY!? BABY!! WAKE UP! WAKE UP" 

Your eyes open and you see Miles shaking your shoulders to wake you, "Wh- WHAT!?"

Miles "Baby..you're awake!! Look at me, look at me! Breathe!" He grabs your face so that you stop freaking out and looking at your surroundings. 

"Oh my god!" You yank Miles into your chest and hold him tight. You have never had such a dream that felt that real before. You hold him as close to you as you possibly can, feeling like if you let go that he would disappear. Flora comes running into the room.

Flora "WHAT IS ALL THE SCREAMING!?"

Miles "She-Y/n had a nightmare, Flora. Everything is fine. Go back to bed okay?" 

Flora "Can I do something to help?"

"You can give me a hug, lovebug." She runs to you and hugs you long and hard. You are so glad to be awake from that nightmare. 

Flora "What was the dream? You were screaming so loud."

"I...I can't talk about it yet, sweety. How about in the morning I will tell you all about it okay?"

Flora "Okay. Are you sure that you are okay?"

"Yes. I'm up now, I'm fine. Go back to bed, I love you."

Flora "I love you too. Good night, Miles."

Miles "Good night." Flora leaves the room and you pull Miles into you again. You are so grateful to have him in your arms right now. 

Miles "Babe...what happened? You were screaming..and crying in your sleep! I was shoving you to wake you up but you wouldn't wake up! I even slapped you and nothing...what happened?"

"It..it felt so real Miles."

Miles "Tell me."

"It was just me and you and everything was black. I couldn't find you for the longest time but when I did, you were on the floor. You weren't responding so I rolled you over and-"

Miles "what?"

"There was a sp-spider crawling out of your mouth! When the spider was out, you were...bleeding. Miles you were gone and I lost you. I couldn't save you, I couldn't do anything so I crawled to the corner and screamed. It-it felt so real."

Miles kisses you to stop you from telling him anymore, "It was just a dream, okay? I am right here babe. I'm not going anywhere."

"I-I can't go back to sleep..I can't fall back into that dream Miles-"

Miles "It's fine. We can stay up the rest of the night if you need to."

"Can you just hold me? Please?"

Miles "Of course, come here." He moves you so that you are completely on top of him. "Better?"

"Mmhmm keep talking, please. I wanna hear your voice." He held you close and tight in his arms. He let you cry out the last of your tears and rubbed small circles around your back to try and calm you. He talked to you about anything and everything. He told you endless stories about his childhood, his parents and his friends. You feel your eyelids grow heavier and heavier as he continues to talk. Soon, you drifted off to sleep.

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By the morning, your head was pounding. Your eyes were puffy and your voice was raspy from screaming and crying. Miles woke up before you to bring you some medicine and a glass of water to help a bit. 

Miles "Here, this will help."

"Thanks. I feel terrible."

Miles "It's alright babe, you'll feel better later on during the day. Just give yourself some time, you went through a lot last night."

"Yeah. Shit…"

Miles "What?"

"Flora. I told her that I would tell her in the morning."

Miles "Y/n, you don't have to tell her if you can't. I'm sure that she will understand."

"I'll probably just tell her the minor details and not what really happened."

Miles "Okay. Do you wanna get some food?" You agree and you stumble to the kitchen where Mrs. Grose and Flora are.

Mrs. Grose "My god, what happened to you last night? You look like you got ran over by a bus!"

"Thanks Mrs. Grose...good morning too you too."

Miles "She had a bad nightmare, try to be more sensitive." 

Flora "Did you fall back asleep?"

"Yeah, but not for a while. It was a long night."

Miles "Yeah but all of it wasn't bad.." you remembered the night that you and Miles shared before you both fell asleep. It was so passionate, so amazing.

"Yeah, I loved that part of the night but not the dream." 

Flora "Will you tell me now?" You nod and tell her some of the events that took part in your dream. You leave out the part where her brother dies because you didn't want to put that vision in her head. "Wow...no wonder you were screaming."

"Yeah. I'm alright now, so don't worry."

Mrs. Grose "I guess the warning put your mind in a dark place, Y/n. Try not to think about the bad and focus on the good."

"Yeah, you are right. It is hard not to worry when your life is in danger constantly.."

Mrs. Grose "I won't let anything happen, Y/n. It is because of me that he is after you so it is my duty to protect."

Miles "Haven't I told you before? You've done enough."

Mrs. Grose "I don't need to protect her, Miles. Hell I could do what Quint asks of me but I will not. I choose to protect her."

Flora "Well...I'm bored." You can't help but chuckle at her way of breaking the tension. 

"What do you wanna do today?"

Flora "Anything!!!"

"Miles...any suggestions?"

Miles "Hmmm...we could go out for some ice cream-"

Mrs. Grose "NO!"

"What?"

Mrs. Grose "NO..You aren't allowed to leave."

"What are you talking about? It's just to get ice cream.."

Mrs. Grose "No..Flora especially isn't allowed to leave, isn't that right Flora." All she does is put her head down and shakes her head yes.

"Flora...is there something that you need to tell m-"

Mrs. Grose "Y/n..she isn't leaving this house. And that is final." 

"Miles?"

Miles "We will figure something else out to do."

"Why isn't she allowed?"

Miles "She put in her head that if she leaves those gates that the same thing that happened to our parents will happen to her."

"Oh my god."

Miles "Yeah. I've tried to talk her out of that mindset but it hasn't worked so far."

"Why would she do that to a seven year old girl?"

Miles "Because she is an old lady that has fucking issues!" You take a deep breath and pull Flora onto your lap.

"Hey, what would you like to do today?"

Flora "Can we go horseback riding?!" Your heartbeat starts to race inside of your chest. You remember that the last time that you went horseback riding, you were thrown off of your horse.

Miles "Flora...you know what happened last time."

Flora "I know but it has been so long since we last rideddd!!"

"Uhh okay. Let's do it, go on. Get your shoes on." 

Flora "YAY!!" She runs off and you stand up to run after her.

Miles "Babe...what are you doin'?"

"She wants to, Miles. She can't leave the house, this is the funnest thing that she can do."

Miles "But you got hurt!"

"I know but I love her, I know that you do too babe. If it starts to feel off...I'll get off immediately, okay?"

Miles "You are riding with me then."

"Flora can ride by herself?"

Miles "Yeah, before you came along it was just me and her for a long time. She rode her horse and I rode mine. She knows what to do."

"O-okay."

…

Miles' horse is way larger than Flora's white horse, so he helps you up and then gets up after you.

Miles "You good Flora?"

Flora "Yeah!! Let's go!!" You laugh in his back and lean your head up against him.

"She loves this."

Miles "I know she does..she's been riding ever since she could walk."

"You're kidding!"

Miles "Nope. This is what she loves." You nod and watch Flora laugh as she rides off into the distance. The sun is shining and the breeze is warm and comforting.

"Mmm I needed this."

Miles "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Just us and Flora, outside and enjoying the weather as best as we can...it's nice."

Miles "Yeah...I love you babe."

"I love you too."

You rode with them until nightfell struck and you had no choice but to go inside. The temperature dropped and you all were in spring clothes. 

Miles "Come on, Flora! We gotta go in."

Flora "Uhhh okayy."

"Don't pout, lovebug. We can ride again tomorrow if you want too."

Flora "Promise??"

"Promise, promise."

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Your headache came back as soon as you stepped foot inside of the house. It's like the energy inside is draining you. You take off your boots and lay down on the couch. You shut your eyes for a split second before Flora pounces on you.

"Oww!" She giggles and puts her head on your chest.

Miles "Flora...easy."

Flora "Read to me?" You think about it for a moment and finally agree. Miles looks at you like, what the hell? But you just shrug your shoulders and get drug into Flora's room.

"Same book tonight?"

Flora "Nope! A new one!" She hands you a book with colorful flowers on it and crawls into bed. You start reading when she cuts you off. "Are you really okay?"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

Flora "Just...when you come inside you act like...dead." Oh my God she noticed..

"My headache just came back, sweetheart. You know how headaches are don't you?"

Flora "Yeahh they suck."

You chuckle and give her a kiss on the forehead, "See? I'm good. Come on, it's past your bedtime.."

…

Miles is in bed waiting for you to come join him. His hair is messy and his clothes are changed into comfortable ones. When he sees you, his whole face lights up.

"Hey."

Miles "Hey, is she asleep?"

"Yeah. She is worried about me, Miles."

Miles "What are you talking about?"

"She asked me if I was okay...she told me that I looked like I'm dead...when I came in from the ride, it felt like the life was sucked out of me. Miles..she is noticing." Miles gets up from the bed and walks over to you, cupping your cheeks into his hands.

Miles "She just loves you, Y/n. She doesn't want to see you be sad or worried."

"I try so hard not to let her see me when I am stressed or...worried. It's just hard sometimes."

Miles "I know. Babe...you don't need to worry, you aren't going anywhere and neither am I." 

"Yeah.." He sees the doubt in your eyes and places a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. 

Miles "Please don't worry, okay?"

"I will try...another kiss?" He chuckles and pulls you in for another kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he moves his arms around your hips. He swiftly picks you up and places you on the bed. You giggle in the kiss and you melt under his touch.

Miles "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

Miles "mmm not possible."

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Jason Todd: Paint Job

A/N: Here we go again :)

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"Oh my god, is this symbol painted on your bike?"

"Of all things, that's what you pick up on?!" The vigilante yelled back in an exasperated yet distracted tone, evidently frustrated as he released his sleeping hold on the final thug.

"I wouldn't have if it wasn't so bad - it's all over the headlight. You do this with your helmet on or something?" You wittily responded, standing from your crouching position in front of his motorcycle.

"I don't have to explain myself to you now run along and stay out of trouble!" Red Hood waved you off, at this point simply wanting to get on with the rest of his night.

"Ooooh, look whose getting defensive - how 'bout you bring it to my shop, (L/n) Autos, tomorrow night once I'm closed and I'll give it a custom paint job free of charge, think of it as a..." Your hands rested on your hips as you drifted off toward the end of your statement apparently in thought. The way your brows furrowed was quite cute actually.

"A thanks for saving your life?" The vigilante cockily finished for you once getting on his bike, but you shook your head and sassily shot him down.

"Ew, no. An upgrade, I mean wow."

"Rude, so ungrateful nowadays." The tone was unbelievably sarcastic and you knew he was rolling his eyes under the helmet but you couldn't care less, only folding your arms and responding with a dead tone.

"Uh Huh, I'll see you tomorrow 11pm. Got it?" You called after him, the male speeding off into the night - maybe Mrs C keeping you late had its meanings. God that mysterious woman...

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In honesty you didn't think he'd show up, or if he'd even heard you after he'd raced off. Maybe you should've thanked him for preventing those assholes from robbing you instead of insulting his ride yet you stayed up after closing just in case.

A diligent knock brought you back to reality, the sound of clanging metal echoing through your workshop as you heaved open the massive entrance door. There stood your knight in leather armour, helmet still covering his identity as he leaned against the wall.

"That offer still open?"

"For that atrocity, hell yes." You internally winced at your inability to be kind to your saviour but breathed a sigh of relief when he laughed and handed you his keys.

"How long do you want it?"

"Hmm, give me a week."

"Whatever you want doll." And with that he was gone, off grappling across Gothams skyline with nothing but effortless beauty.

.

It had been a taxing week without his baby, but hopefully you didn't disappoint - Jason creaked open the door to your unique workshop, immediately noticing his newly designed motorcycle and it took his breath away.

"Woah..."

He walked around it admiringly, fingers delicately tracing your beautiful handiwork as he went, still unable to comprehend that this masterpiece was once his bike before coming to a stop at the station a metre or two away and inspecting your handwritten checklist.

Red Hoods ‘Thank You’:

• Matte Black = nice finish

• Red line detailing throughout cuz the guy likes red apparently.

• Detachable symbol, nicely painted

• Fixed engine -> more efficient

• Customised weaponry

• Taunt Hood about upgrades

A content laugh escaped him at the mocking words, you truly hadn't changed since he'd been gone and it only made him miss you more - where were you anyway??? He'd carefully scanned the area, finding your sleeping form curled up on the couch and shaking his head he made his way over, stopping in front of you with an amused expression only faltering when he took in your appearance. A red hoodie draped your figure - his hoodie, the sleeves reached the joints of your fingers and it was now stained with motor oil over the time you'd worked in it but honestly you rocked it better than he ever did. He’d given it to you when you were walking through Gothams back alleys together, yourself smugly complaining about the dropping temperatures before Jason had mercilessly thrown it at you rather than admit he cared about your wellbeing as his closest friend. It didn’t stop you from taunting him about his feelings though.

It was apparent you'd attempted to wait up for him so you could check off the last thing on your list but had failed to do so, it was rather late and you'd clearly worked hard on his ride that day. Jason knew he shouldn't wake you, and he couldn't handle making conversation knowing you wore what was once his, that you hadn't forgotten him. Instead he covered you with the fluffy blanket folded over the arm and left $500 on the table beside the takeout bag marked with 'C's Diner', memories of that place came flooding back and he'd silently decided to take Roy there that week. Muttering a thanks before leaving, Red Hood took his bike and left little evidence of ever being there at all.

.

The scent of the 60’s themed diner was always pleasant, it was a common occurrence for you to stop by after working late. It reminded you of Jason, and the elderly owner remembered you two well considering the liveliness you both once brought and honestly that charming woman was basically a parental figure in your life. Although she always has a suspiciously omniscience aura about her - Nanny McPhee incarnate as you and your lost friend had joked when you were children.

Unbeknownst to you, Jason remembered this place too though he regularly avoided it until tonight and ensured to drag Roy along with him out of convenience. The pair sat in a booth discussing Jason's bike upgrades when a mug of hot cocoa was set in front of Jason much to his confusion.

"Excuse me, I'm pretty sure I didn't order this."

"Ah, it's on the house. Mrs Cayce’s orders." The (h/c) waitress who Jason knew wasn't an employee proudly winked, saluting the elderly owner who waved over to him.

"Hey uh... do I know you at all? Just you seem familiar and Mrs Cayce clearly does..."

"Nope, don't think so, I would've remembered a beauty like you." The ravenette shrugged, you nodded walking back over the counter to converse with the owner once more.

Roy gave his partner a questioning glance, the sudden realisation and content smile briefly crossing Jason's features had him worried.

"Damn... Mrs C remembers me, I was hoping she'd forget. A friend and I used to come in here on the regular before the whole death thing, sometimes even help out and we would always order this."

"I didn't know Jaybird, sorry... But for the record this is the best diner we've been to in a while and I get if you don't wanna talk about it - but woah who was the waitress, d’ya think she’s single?" His partner questioned, gaze lazily drifting over to your laughing form.

"That was the miracle responsible for my bike, but (Y/n) doesn't work he-"

"Really?! EXCUSE ME?" Roy abruptly cut his best friend off, ensuring his wave caught your attention - eyes practically sparkling after hearing that information.

"What the fuck was that?! Don't, it's more conplicat-" Jason grabbed Roys offending arm, pinning it down to the table with his hushed warning.

"Despite me bringing over the drink earlier, I'm not actually a waitress here so you might wanna call -"

"(Y/n)! They're nice boys who probably wanted to talk to a beautiful lady, would you be polite for once in your life?" Mrs Cayce's words caused you to wince, your 'motherly scolding' spurring a frustrated sigh but in the end the judgments always brought you not necessarily what you wanted but what you needed.

"... How can I help you sir?" It was incredibly forced, as was the brief uninterested smile you gave them and the low but polite tone.

"I'm Roy and this is Jason. I was wondering if you could take a look at my ride if that's okay? The Red Hoods' or whoever’s is pretty sweet and he gave all credit to you." Admittedly, they noticed the positive change in demeanour at the mention of mechanics as Roy continued his request.

"Seriously?! He did?! Yes, 100 times yes! I’d lo- wait... Jason... as in Jason Jason? I do know you, don't I?" You were on the verge of squealing before that name registered, how the face matched your memories of your long lost friend and almost immediately your attention focused solely on the ravenette in front of you.

"..."

His silence wasn't considered useful, although his signature guilty expression gave it away, the awkwardly sheepish smirk he always wore when he knew you were right, his facial features were more mature and he was more handsome than you remembered - though you'd wished he'd never died in the first place. In fact you didn't even give a second thought to how he was sitting before you, instead trusting in the happiness he always blessed you with when in his presence.

"Fuck you nerd." Instantly you'd excitedly tackled him to the booth cushion regardless of your contrasting vocabulary, his arm wrapped around your waist whilst the other grabbed the back of the booth for stability since you'd almost pinned him to the seat.

"Rude much?" He abruptly commented, a playful undertone to his voice.

"Give me a break, you're supposed to be dead! I don’t know how or why but it's me Jason, we've always told each other everything..."

"I know, I didn't want to put you through anymore pain."

"You were a pain that I enjoyed having dumbass." Your tone was soft, more meaningful than he'd expected and it encouraged him to tell you everything.

"(Y/n) I-"

"Save the explanation for later, let me just enjoy your company for now and then I gotta show you my place! I managed to get my own mechanic shop and I fixed up Red Hoods bike - the Red Hood! God I have so much to tell you!" Despite knowing the excited tone you held was technically for him, he had no intentions of telling you who he was just yet, after all he was more than content to have you in his life again rather than longing for more of your time when saving your dumb ass under his alias.

That was the only reason he'd come to your garage that night, to enjoy your familiar company a little longer, if it were anyone else he wouldn't have bothered but for you? He'd still do anything for you.

"Me too doll, for a start this is Roy Harper..."

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The owner Mrs Cayce carefully studied the scene, towel drying off your favourite mug as she continued to watch with a small smirk on her features and mysterious glint in her eyes.

"Why, it's about time you finally brought those two together isn't it Universe? Better late than never I suppose - but don’t you start any love triangle business ya hear?"

[addictofsupernatural]

You Can Tell Me Anything

Jughead Jones x reader

Author Note: This is taken place during season one when everything was simpler.

(I don't remember these episodes perfectly so I'm sorry if I miss some things)

Summary: Jughead is trying hard to make sure you don't know that he's homeless, but sooner or later you find out.

Word Count: 1888

Jughead was beyond mad. They were going to close down the drive in, his job. His home. Of course nobody else could know that, especially not you.

Jughead's had a crush on you for a while. You were just always so happy and ready to help. You helped Jughead with the blue and gold, as well as solving mysteries that you guys got yourselves into. You were the only one who understood his references.

The last thing he wanted to feel like was The Help. He didn't want you to see him as a loser or helpless. Not that you would, but Jughead couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Jughead angrily climbed over you in the booth. All of you stared at him. "They're going to shut down the drive-in."

"What?" You said, the only one who seemed to care. Betty had switched sides the squish in with Veronica and Kevin. The three of them knew of your crush on Jughead Jones, and were reading to help anyway they could.

"Closing down the Twighlight Drive-In is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale, no, the American dream. As the great Quentin Tarantino used to say-"

"Please, no more Quentin Tarantino references." Kevin said.

"What? I'm pissed. And not just because I'm losing my job, but because the drive in should mean something to Riverdale. People should be trying to save it!"

You slide over your plate to Jughead, and he starts eating your fries. "Well, in the new age of Netflix, who would go to drive-ins anymore?"

"People who want to buy crack." Kevin bluntly says.

"Kev." You say, nodding to Jughead.

"And cinematics and car enthusiasts!" Jughead argues. "Am I right y/n/n?"

"Yup." Nodding your head.

"Also, you guys should come to closing night." He says sadly. "I was thinking American Graffiti, or is that too obvious?"

"Oh, I would love anything starring Audrey Hepburn." Veronica said, with Kevin nodding in agreement.

"Y/n, what do you think?" Kevin asks.

"Mm, maybe Rebel Without a Cause?" Jughead smiles at you.

"I'll be right back." Betty says, getting up when seeing Archie, his dad, and the music teacher.

"Betty wait!" You said, knowing that it was about the weird relationship of the two. You and Jughead shared a look. He knew too.

Betty said something, and her and Archie went outside. Jughead slouched as he stared out the window to watch, and you leaned on him, putting your hand on his chest to watch as well. Veronica then went out to see what was going on.

"What was it like before she came here?" Kevin asked. "I honestly can't remember."

"Huh." You say. Kevin nodded his head.

You and Jughead were passing out flyers for the closing night at the drive-in. "Why didn't you guys give me a heads up?" Archie asked.

"I am, by nature, an objector." Not saying anything to neither you nor Betty was the most moral decision I could make."

"And you?"

"I try not to associate myself with stuff like this." You explain. "Don't get me wrong, I'm nosey and I like to know things about other people, but I physically stay out of drama."

Jughead smiled at that. "And that's what keeps the blue and gold running." You smiled back.

"Could you guys just please let me know if Betty does anything crazy?"

After school you both went to the mayor's office. "I'm sorry, but the Twighlight Drive-In has become a hangout for gang members and transients. The deal is done. Andrews Construction is scheduled to destroy it on Monday."

Jughead was beginning to panic. It was happening too fast, and he didn't know where he was going to go if the drive-in really would be gone. "Mayor McCoy, when I was a kid my family and I would always go. We couldn't afford tickets for everyone, so Jellybean and I would hide in the trunk, then come out when the car was parked. It's like my home."

Jughead felt hot under your gaze. He shifted in his seat, wanting nothing more than for you to have not have heard that. "That's a sweet sentiment, Mr. Jones, but the future of Riverdale is at stake here."

"And isn't Riverdale the town of warm, fuzzy memories?" You spoke up. "I mean, might as well get rid of Pop's for the 50's theme. Riverdale thrives on the fact that it's a place where people build times to remember with their families."

"Look, I'd love to help you both, but the deal is done. You should find out who they are to get some answers."

"Thank you for your time." You said.

Next was Andrews Construction site. "Mayor McCoy says that you have a contract to tear down the drive-in." Jughead said quietly. There was something about Archie's father that made anyone, especially Jughead, calm down. Fred Andrews was a respected man.

"I do. Look, I'm sorry guys. I love the drive-in too."

"Mr. Andrews," you said. "Just give us one week to track the man who bought the land."

"And convince them not to demolish this holy house of cinema." Jughead said angrily.

"Jug, y/n/n, this is a big contract for me and my guys."

Jughead was staring intensely at Fred, before softening his features. He didn't move. "Y/n could you wait outside?" He asked quietly.

You looked at Jughead, confused, then at Fred. He nodded his head for you to go. "Okay." You responded.

"You put one Jones out of work, and now another, huh?"

He sighed. "Jug, your dad was stealing equipment. I had to let him go."

Jughead scoffs. "Right. You're just doing what you had to, just like now. Later." He averted eye contact. Although he was mad, he knew it wasn't Fred's fault.

He found you sitting on the steps waiting for him. "You okay?"

He kept on walking. "He's not gonna do it."

You caught up to him and grabbed his hand, bringing him to a halt. "That's not what I asked." You quietly said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's whatever. I gotta go get everything ready for closing night. See you tomorrow." And with that he walked off.

You then went from gift store to gift store, trying to find Jughead something that he'd like. You wanted to make him feel better. You knew that his sadness wouldn't completely go away from the Twilight Drive-In, but it could probably lessen. And that was your goal.

You went to the back of the drive-in, where Rebel Without a Cause was playing from. You knocked on the door. Jughead poked his head out of the door. "Y/n, what're you doing here?"

You smiled. "I came to see if we could watch the movie back here together."

"I would, but there's a lot of tapes and equipment to organize. Sorry." Jughead hated the words coming out of his mouth. Of course he wanted to watch the movie with you. Of course he wanted to be with you alone, especially right now. He wanted you to make him feel better. But he couldn't have you see the bed.

Your smile faded. "Oh. Okay. Well, could you come out here for a second then? I want to give you something."

He went outside and closed the door. He gave you a teasing smile. "Is it the deed to this place?"

You laughed. "I wish. It's, uh," you raised your hand, showing a Bates Motel key chain with the circular chain around your index finger. "Tada."

He stared at it. He didn't know how to react. You knew him so well. "What? You don't like it? I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better and-"

"What? No! Uh, no, it's not that." He put on a tiny smile. "It's just, thank you. It means a lot."

You went up to him and hugged him, loving the warmth resonating off of him. He was shocked for a second, before coming back to his senses and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Course Jug. You're my best friend." You pulled away and out your hands on each cheek. "Alright. C'mon, where's that smile I love so much?" He looked away and did his dorky smile that made your cheeks heat up. "There it is." You then slipped out of his hold. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." And with that you left.

Jughead watched you leave, then looking down at the key chain in his hand. As he went back inside and packed his things, he hooked the key chain onto his backpack zipper, sighing as he looked at it.

The next three days Jughead was sleeping in the janitor closet at Riverdale High. It was perfect. He had his sleeping bag, and they had showers and bathrooms. You just couldn't find out.

That was until the fourth day. Archie had caught him. "Jug, what are you doing here so early?"

He put on a fake smile. "Just using this school's amazing state-of-the-art facility."

"No, seriously, what are you doing here?" So he showed his where he was sleeping. He explained that this was his living ever since the drive-in was closed. "I'll be back. I'm going to talk to my dad about you staying with us."

After some arguing, Jughead reluctantly agreed. "But Archie, you can't tell anyone about this. Especially not y/n." Knowing of his friend's crush, he nodded his head. He then headed out of the school, getting his phone out of his pocket to send you some texts.

The was a knock on the closet door. Jughead let out a laugh. "Archie you don't have to knock, it's not like this is my room or anything."

The door opened, you leaning against the door frame with a bag in hand. Jughead's smile immediately came off. "Can I come in?" You quietly asked.

"He told you?!" He stood.

"Please don't be mad at him!" You quickly said, going in and shutting the door. "I'm glad he did. Why didn't you tell me about this Jug?"

"You think I'm proud of this? I'm living in a closet. I use the school showers. I'm pathetic y/n."

"No you're not, Juggy. You You should've just told someone. You could've gotten help!" You huffed, putting the bag in your hand down. "I really didn't think you had a big ego. You should know that I don't care about where you're living, or if things are going bad. You just need to talk to me."

He scoffed, then looking at the bag. He was still angry, but curiosity got the better of him. "What's in the bag?"

You breathed out a humorless laugh. "Pop's. Eggs and bacon. I also stopped by a liquor store and got chocolate milk."

"For me?"

"For us." You looked back at him, his expression still looking angry. "What? Getting drinks separately was cheaper, and I like YooHoo okay? I figured I could make you feel better and save some money at the same time but I guess I was wrong and-"

He cut you off with a kiss. It surprised you at first, but you soon returned it. You cupped his face with his hands finding your waist. When he pulled away for air he kept your faces close. He looked downwards, and you smiled wide. It happened. It finally happened. You had just kissed Jughead.

"Aw, c'mon Jug." You stroked your thumb at his cheek. "Where's that smile that I love so much?" He looked to the side and gave you a big goofy smile. "There it is."

The door then opened and Archie saw the both of us in each other's embrace. "Oh. Sorry should I have knocked?"

Author Note: In case you were wondering this is what I pictured Jughead's goofy smile would be like.