#not excited to clean my bathroom tbh but this is how it's gotta be or I'm never gonna do it

[kittlyns]

Took an 1.5 hour walk, got rained on, got home, now I gotta clean my bathroom so I can take a warm, relaxing bath

[jerseyshoresy]

I froth at the mouth over your fics!!!!!

May I please request something where some drunk asshole confronts the reader at MoDeans and hits the reader, then all of the LK crew starts coming over but reader just decks the cunt and lays him out. Wayne already guessing you'd be fine but everyone starts fussing asking questions and shit bur you're cool as a cucumber?

Okay so I'm OBSESSED with this idea of this because uh yeah anything with the LK crew at MoDean's is sure to be fun to write lol. And thank you SO much for your kind words, you're so sweet! I'm glad you like my writing and I'm honored you all trust me to bring your creative vision to life :) much love!! <3 <3

OH! ALSO! This isn't explicitly romantic because I wasn't sure if you were looking for more friendship or romance so it's implied Wayne x reader but it can be read either way tbh. Enjoy!

All Hands on Deck

Implied Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, fighting, mention of blood, Gail being... Gail

Done was another long day of chore'n so you decided to hang out at MoDean's with your best friends, relieved to finally relax in good company. You greeted the group, all of whom already had drinks, and so you ordered yourself one, too, taking a seat at the bar next to Wayne.

"Y/n, how're you now?" he asked, his expression softening ever so slightly when you sat near him.

"Good, and you?"

"Not s' bad."

You smiled. "Glad to hear it."

Everyone was listening intently to Squirrely Dan, who was in the middle of a story about some guy and an ostrich--you weren't all too interested in the details-- so you took the time to peek around the bar, seeing who else from Letterkenny had shown up for the night. The regulars were there, naturally, as were some people you knew from high school. You even spied Jonesy and Reilly who had stopped flirting with women to flirt with each other. You shook your head, enjoying the stereotypical evening with the same people who were always around. Turning your head a little more to the left, though, and you almost choked on your drink. There was some guy you had never seen before, sitting at a table and downing beers like nobody's business.

"Who's that?" you asked Gail when she brought over your drink.

"Dunno," she replied, leaning in closer to you, "but he's from out of town. Heard he's from the city. Montreal."

"Really? Their downtown is pretty nice from what I've heard."

"I'd be happy to show him what a real nice downtown looks like," Gail groaned, gyrating her hips in a way that felt so dirty you had the urge to clean the countertop she was gripping seductively.

"Don't you have customers to serve?" you asked, earning a glare from the bartender.

"Don't you have a tab to pay?"

"Fair enough," you grumbled, taking a sip of your drink. You looked at the man one last time before turning back around in your seat. You were surprised someone from the big city would come all that way to be in Letterkenny, but it didn't matter to you. The guy was spending big money in alcohol consumption and singlehandedly keeping MoDean's in business for the next month, which was great for Gail and even better for you. You tuned into the conversation with your friends, wondering what the next topic at hand was.

"...and that's how I got cow spit in my eye," finished Daryl, earning looks of disgust amongst the group.

"How about you, y/n? How was your day?" inquired Katy.

"It was alright, nothing too interesting," you said. "The most exciting thing to happen to me was hearing some guy's here from Montreal."

Right as you said that, you accidentally made eye contact with the man from Quebec. You quickly averted your gaze, not wanting any trouble.

"So yeah, that's been my day. I'll be right back, I gotta go to the bathroom."

After you did your business, hands washed and dried, you starting making your way back over to your seat. All of a sudden, the screech of a chair being pulled out from under a table caught your attention and in no time, you were face to face with the stranger from the city.

"You got a staring problem?" he snarled, very obviously intoxicated with the way he was slurring his words. "You've been lookin' at me all night and I don' like it."

You went to reply angrily but you couldn't get any words out--the only thing in your mouth at that moment was a a drunk dude's fist. You staggered from the momentum of the swing, your face bleeding profusely, and your mind reeling from the audacity of this city dweller. You heard the chorused yells of the Letterkenny residents, all equally unhappy that the out of towner hurt one of their own. You knew your friends would be over any second to take care of the guy, you could see them running from your peripheral vision, but you wanted a piece of him first. Fueled by anger, you threw a power packed punch right back to the man. In an instant he was knocked out, his unsteady body crumpling to the floor.

"Holy shit, y/n, are you okay?" Katy asked, putting a hand on your back in a soothing manner. Daryl held a clean rag to your nose and mouth to stop the bleeding while Dan pulled out a chair and had you sit in it. You even saw some of the regulars take the man's unconscious body and throw it out behind the dumpster. Throughout the aftermath of the ordeal, though, you realized you never saw Wayne.

"Are you sures you're okays, y/n?" Squirrely Dan questioned.

You laughed. "I appreciate everyone's concern, but there's no reason to fuss. It was just one punch, I'll be fine. You guys go sit, enjoy your drinks. I'll be over in a minute."

They relented, taking in your condition one last time with worried looks before taking up their spots at the bar.

And now here came Wayne.

He stalked up to you, taking a swig of Puppers.

"Fuck, bud, you didn't even give him a chance." Another sip of beer. "I almost feel bad for the guy."

"Yeah," you sighed, "me too."

You enjoyed comfortable silence together for about a minute or so before Wayne spoke up again.

"You know, I didn't rush to your side because I knew you were okay. You're tough."

"I know." You met his eyes, the dingy lights of MoDean's doing nothing to dim their shining deep blue color. "Thanks."

Wayne was a man of little words, and you didn't feel like there were more words to be uttered anyway, but his look said it all. You spied the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as his head turned to the rest of your friends at the bar, already back to smiling and having a good time.

"Yeah," you answered, his question not needing to be asked out loud, "let's go have some fun."

[annakie]

Fixing the House, Chapter 3: All These Things That I've Done

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done (YOU ARE HERE)

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere

Part Ten: Rooms With No View

Part Eleven: Big Bang Room Part A and also Part B!

Part Twelve: We Can Make It On the Outside

Part Thirteen: Mauve Haze Symphony

Part Fourteen (A) - In the Kitchen

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It's been almost a week since my last post and, believe it or not, home renovations continue!

TBH I have a fuzzier memory of what got done when so some of this may be guesses, but it's more or less accurate!

Last post was Thursday morning! All day Thursday the porch was worked on, and by that night, or maybe Friday, it had all the decking on it!

Part One: It was Thursday Yet!

I'd left my car out of the garage that day because I knew they needed to do some work in the garage for the roof and to more easily get to power. That night when I was going to move it back into the garage, my next door neighbor, on the side that already had the fence, came out to talk to me.

She first gushed about how great the front of my house looked. I was so happy and proud! She did tell me that I needed to cut my bushes in the front back, which, I do need to have that done, lol.

I showed her all the work getting done and she was really happy for me. We ended up talking about the fence for the first time, really, and she told me that she disagreed with her husband about putting the "ugly" part of the fence outside, too, but as he built he he told her he wanted to see the pretty side. OK, whatever. It didn't matter now, but it was good to hear. :)

She also told me that back when I had my house broken into in like 2009, her husband saw them leave my house and CHASED THEM! They went two blocks to the apartment complex nearby. He saw what apartment they went into!! He called the police and told them EVERYTHING.

Apparently even with an eyewitness and the EXACT LOCATION OF MY STUFF the police just did not give a fuck to follow up. Man, I wish I'd have known that fifteen years ago when it happened. Just... absolutely infuriating. How fucking useless, cops. NO thank you very much.

Anyway, that was a good time, and the longest conversation we'd ever had.

Part Two: Blurry Happenings on the Weekend.

Either Friday or Saturday, I think Friday, Jose and Maria resumed work on the fence, AND FINISHED IT.

Holy shit, I had a fully enclosed yard. I was SO excited. I was practically giggling.

Here's a picture!

ALL of the junk is cleaned up and the rest of the chain link fence removed, but I'll save a full clean pic for the last update.

The alley side looks SO PRETTY!! And will be prettier when it's stained!

Also awesome is that i have a streetlight there that shines RIGHT into my backyard. It's already nicely lit. But I have plans for more lighting!

Not long after they left and I talked to Joel for awhile, I headed to Home Depot to buy a few things that we needed. Some of it maybe Joel should have paid for but I thought of it and I was there, so I bought the stuff.

First stop was the paint department. I brought the old can of paint for the living room wall and asked for a sample size of that. Turns out there were two colors that had had that same name and number. WHY, BEHR, WHY? I truly couldn't tell which was the right one from the picture. So, I just had them mix them both up. Ugh.

I also brought what I thought was the color I used in my bathroom and had them get me a sample of that because I needed to do some touch-ups. When I got home, I realized that that was actually the color I used for my doors. So I gotta go back and fix that. :p

I bought house numbers that need to go on the back of my fence (city regulation). I bought a new light to replace the porch light that broken. TBH it needed replacing, and I also wanted to make sure I got one I liked so I was fine paying for that. I got a gallon of white paint to paint my garage door, and a painting kit/tape since I didn't have any anymore, it'd been a long time since I painted. Oh, also some nice iron door handles to put on my gates so it'd be easier to pull them closed.

I'd bought a few things online over the week including new cushions for some of my patio furniture. So I when I got home from HD, I broke those out and was absolutely THRILLED to just chill out in my backyard that night for a bit.

I left the patio door open and let Fry and Pemily come hang out on the patio, too, since they now had no way to escape out of the yard. Neither of them are the escaping kind anyway, but I still never felt safe letting them hang out outside much at all, maybe one of them at a time for 2 or 3 minutes. But neither of them are good climbers so they had absolutely no way to get out now. Fry LOVED getting to explore a bit, and Pemily mostly stood near the door or near me, but it was a good experience for them.

I just want to also re-state that the little pole in the middle of the patio will be removed at some point when we no longer need the extra bracing.

I just sipped on my huge mug of water and truly enjoyed my backyard for the first time, pretty much ever, in 21 years of living here.

I believe Saturday while he was working on the fence, the roofers returned and did the first bit of putting the shingles on the patio. They didn't finish, there was some extra work to do at the "crease" where the roof met the Patio, but a good bit of it was done.

This is the pic where you CAN'T see the rest of the work that needed to get done. But most of the junk is removed!

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Part Three: No-Work Sunday

Sunday I visited my parents, and so no work got done.

On Saturday I'd told Joel that I wouldn't be home Sunday because I was going to visit my parents. I said they were leaving and it'd be the last time I'd see them for a few months so I HAD to go. I thought he asked me where they were going, so I said where, which is a several hour drive away. He asked when I'd be back, so I said Sunday evening. Hilariously, he was very confused because what he'd actually asked me is where do they live now, and the answer to that is about an hour away from me. He didn't understand how I'd be driving like 7 hours to visit them and then be back that same evening, lol.

My bad, I didn't listen well enough.

Sunday it also rained for the first time since the week of the storms that kicked off all this work, and we needed it. We wanted to do the fence staining that day while I was out but couldn't happen.

And then it rained Monday. The roofers returned Monday, though, and finished the roof!

We hadn't put a gutter on the back roof, but it was raining when I was home Sunday night it had rained it was clear we needed a gutter. The rain was dripping off the wood facing, and most of it came down hard at the place where the big slant of the roof met the patio roof.

So Joel and I talked about it, and agreed to each pay half to get a gutter put up. It was fair.

Part Four: Odds and Ends

Monday Jose came and took care of a lot of the odds and ends. Fixed the ceiling in the garage... did I mention a roofer also put his foot through the garage? Again, he was fine, but just a second hole in the garage wasn't my favorite thing. But it's fixed, no big deal!

This hole is no longer there.

He fixed the bathroom light that had come loose. This is obviously before it was fixed.

He put the new light outside on the patio against the wall. I need to take a picture of that!

There's a little hole near the patio that needs to be filled in with dirt from elsewhere. I put some cute little solar lights I'd bought around the hole to mark the hazard.

I had bought little cat doors. Buster and Peter had both figured out how to get into the yard again, but I'm sure it's a pain for them. Also, I HAVE to have a window in the fence where the water meter is so that the water department can come by and read the meter, so I'm just putting a cat door there, too. The boys (and hopefully the possum, who I haven't seen since the fence went in) will have an easier way to get in and out.

But we can't put those in, or the gate handles, or the house numbers, up until we can stain the fence. But it rained Sunday and Monday, and last night. So, no stain yet. Tomorrow, probably! I picked the color out just based on a picture, and I like it, and my neighbors like it, so hopefully I'll have pictures soon of it looking great!

The living room hole also got worked on yesterday and today. More spackle went up, and today he came and did the texturing on both the wall and ceiling. Tomorrow I think it all gets painted and it'll be like it never happened!

Part Five: I... Might Get the Power?

Back on Friday, Joel, Jose and I were discussing the porch and Joel suggested that I get a patio light installed in the patio instead of just the light on my house, and maybe an outdoor ceiling fan/light. That was a great idea. I didn't know if I could afford it, though. The budget was already gone, and my reserve savings, which isn't much, was really started to get low, too. But, honestly, I did want that fan and a couple of other things.

The problem was that we can't finish the patio until the wiring is done for any electric stuff going on in it.

I texted Joel's electrician Friday night, he said he'd get back to me but didn't over the weekend. When Joel was there Monday, he called Alberto, the Electrician, for me and he said he'd be by today (Tuesday.)

Tonight, after work I fell asleep on the couch watching Make Some Noise (I was real tired, ok?) Fry woke me up by coming to cuddle with me and it was really sweet. And then the doorbell rang around 6:15pm.

Heeey, it was Arturo! He had been doing a job in Fort Worth and apologized for coming so late. It's cool.

So we went to the patio, and he gave me a price I was shocked at was so low (though I had no idea it would cost, I just figured more than that) to wire things up for the fan and then install it after the porch ceiling was on. He also then whipped out his phone, had me pull up Amazon on mine, and directed me to a really good price on a fan he thought would do the job well. That also cost way less than I'd assumed it would. Awesome.

I also wanted an electric outlet on the patio, since there was none. I pointed out where the washer/dryer was opposite one part of the patio, he said no problem, and gave me the price for that outdoor outlet with a waterproof cover. Fantastic.

Since everything was pretty reasonably priced, I then showed him the master bath, which honestly I haven't really used in years. There is no outlet in there and the shower is a dumb size/shape so I practically only have one bathroom in a 2 bath house. He said he could cheaply put a new outlet next to the lightswitch. GREAT.

And then the big thing. The Office (aka what most people use as their living room.) There is NO LIGHTING in this room. I mean, I have a lamp here on my desk and I put some LED lighting behind the TV but neither of those is much. It seems RIDICULOUS that there's no lighting in this, the room that should be the living room. After some discussion, we settled on what I ALWAYS WANTED, for the last 21 years, some recessed lighting with a dimmer.

I wanted to cry from joy. It's another expense I didn't plan for, but all together the price is VERY reasonable for what I'm getting, way less than I dreamed it would be, and it's resolving several of my biggest gripes about the house, plus upgrading the patio significantly.

Tomorrow Arturo is coming to wire the patio for the fan/light so Jose can get back to finishing the patio, and he'll be back to install everything else when the Patio is ready, so late this week or sometime next week. FINE WITH ME!

Part Six: Conquering the Mountain

I have a terrible confession to make: My garage has been a horrible mess for many years. I tackle it a bit sometimes, but uh... not enough. Honestly, was embarrassing this week every time this week anyone needed to do anything in it. Plenty of space to park the car but uhhh... not much else.

The worst part of it is Laundry Mountain. Really, two mountains. No, there's not pictures of the garage past what you've seen. Very cropped. Honestly haven't put my clothes away in my bedroom in years, it all just gets washed and thrown on Laundry Mountain and I just pick what I want to wear off of/out of the mountain. It's... not great. And has been going on uh...longer than I'm going to admit.

The house itself sometimes gets a bit cluttered (tbh it's on the cluttered side now but I've been decluttering lately and it's gonna get back to organized pretty soon) but nothing like the garage.

It is A Problem.

Joel kind of jokingly scolded me about it and said he could get some guys to come haul all the junk out for a reasonable rate.

I told him maybe, but I needed to get the stuff out that I wanted to keep first.

Tonight, I started tackling the bigger pile of Laundry Mountain.

I threw out two medium-sized trash bags of mostly old, shitty clothes that like, the elastic rotted out of, or were just worn out or stained. Also, just some legit junk mixed in there.

I sorted and bagged up another trash bag of clothes to donate.

And then everything I might want to keep, which, tbh, was way too much, got dumped on my spare bedroom bed. Not the best solution, but it's a good place for it to be so I can sort again in the A/C and be close to where stuff can be put away. I'm thinking of it as one round of easy choices, and then a second round of taking inventory so I can choose the things I REALLY want / have room for and will do a more aggressive sort before putting away what I really want to keep.

I think I made it through about half of the bigger mountain in two hours. The hot water heater & washer/dryer are now completely accessible and the walkway to the door into the house is clear instead of just having a path.

it's a start! I'm proud of me.

TBH there's other reasons I'm proud of me lately that I'm not ready to post about, but maybe someday soon. But that other reason was really feeding into the clutter problem before I tackled it, and now that it's way more under control, getting the house to an amazing state is much easier. All of the work being done is the rest of the motivation I needed.

Anyway, need to head to bed now. Another update probably when all the actual work with Joel, Jose and Arturo is done!

[feuqueerfire]

Spare Me Your Mercy Ep 1 - 5 Live Blogging

Haven't watched a BL in a few months (Sept 13 to be specific) because I've been preoccupied with Dan and Phil (got into them again after a few years lol) and then got super busy oof.

But now... I yearn for the yaoi. Don't have time to watch a full 12 episode series but maybe an 8 ep series that has 3 eps out and is releasing 2eps/week hm. Also, my tiktok FYP doesn't really have BLs/series but lately I get the occasional Spare Me Your Mercy (+ Highschool Frenemy lol) tiktoks, so that has me thinking of this show as well.

This has been one of my most anticipated series, so I really hope it's great, please please please. Last thing I watched was 4 Minutes, which was also highly anticipated + by Sammon and seemed like it had a cool plot and things to say but uhhhhh let me down in the end :/ Hope this one goes better pleaseeee

Ep 1 (Dec 08)

gorgeous atmospheric stylistic beginning

oh no, he juuuust missed seeing his mom alive. Maybe he could've said hi and stuff if the accident didn't happen and he didn't have to do a detour to the hospital

the Nurse is gangster kid's mom from I Will Knock You

ah, 3 days ago. this is possibly what the mystery is, right? Whether our doc is killing the terminally ill patients who want to die? That's what I gathered from the tiktoks lol

Oh, another cancer related death already

who is this director?

I wonder what the nurses know about Dr. Kan. They're looking so suspicious when the captain wants to interview him

aw, Tew (Wasan?) getting to hear about his mom from Dr. Kan

The translations are a bit... ~32:35 when he says "Mom loves/d me a lot" but it translated as "Mom loves you a lot" like huh? no

"Make sure to check thoroughly" um… why does it seem like the Director is asking to possibly frame Kan even if the autopsy doesn't come up with anything

damn, 3 murders already

but this third murder... was it Kan? Like we see Kan in the car watching but then we don't see Kan doing the killing. and then the syringe is left behind?! girl. would Kan be so dumb. and what's up with the net on fire?

Ah, Grandpa Som from the beginning of the ep

Som thinks Dr. Kan's all-black clothes outfit is the spirit possessing him? but he's also quite afraid of Dr. Kan in general it seems

Curious first episode, I'm into it. Wanna watch next ep already rip but will hold off until at least tonight I think.

Okay, the thing is: If Kan has indeed been killing these patients, do they request the when and the how or has he been making these decisions on his own? Like in a tiktok, I think I saw him asking a patient if she fully consents to this + nobody is pressuring her, which I assume is him being asked to assist her in dying. However, would Tew's mother literally ask Kan to end her life the day her son is coming to visit?? hmmm

I would like Kan to be the killer, that's the most exciting

Ep 2 (Dec 11)

…was it Dr Kan who actually killed this old man as well despite his wishes?

i don’t fully get the medallion thief thing tbh

ah, insincere confession from Kan to throw Wasan off ig

I saw a post about how “you fee the same way i do. don’t hide it” “i’m not hiding it” wasn’t about their feelings for each other but about Kan saying Wasan is gay/likes men and Wasan saying I’m not denying that

Kan’s text not translated

Kan and Orn in kahoots

oh i so hope Kan, a doctor who the villagers see as an angel and takes care of patients better than their children, is indeed the killer

ooof only 26 mins watched and now i gotta go to work

Does he possess potassium chloride which he’s throwing out now or what

ah Wasan shows up…

Wasan is revealing info to make Kan think he doesn’t suspect him while he does right? Is Wasan gonna go through the fridge while Kan is busy cleaning up the bathroom

okayyyy yes i love Kan trying to hide things and Wasan trying to find things. cat and mouse

this director of the hospital is confusing who is he what are his motivations. though that’s true in general like for Dr Kan too

ahh what an exciting ending

Watched something on my ipad on my way to work + back after a long time. Fun.

Ep 3 (Dec 11/12)

Ep 4 came out today and I think I saw a tiktok where Wasan's arresting Kan hm we'll see

hmm who is this new character doing a narration? and Boss's idol is Kan hmhmhm

Ah, we learn that KCL can't just be stored by the doctor in their possession, only at the hospital

Boss is in kahoots with Kan and Orn...

Boss managed to play the "I'm dumb" card to throw off his "I'm suspicious" card I guess

they���re getting consent and doing it with the sick person’s knowledge hm perhaps the third dead guy was a different person or smth diff happened

they administered Zapa’s KCL in front of people okayyy so other people know of this i guess? interesting. could there be any possibility that Wasan’s sister knows?

wait. Boss and the Director? also did Boss call the director and not Kan??? or what?

giggling over their convo about their relationship over coffee. Sooooo into their demeanours, especially Wasan’s. but also don’t fully know if Kan is kidding

okay wait so Boss and Director are fucking around (well Director might love Boss who knows but Boss is there for survival) but Boss is indeed working for Kan and Director… might know it’s Kan from previous murders he has committed

oh nooo Wasan’s regrets about his mom

damn did Kan and Wasan get close af or smth, that was just one convo on the mountain

still them cancelling plans is cute somehow

ahhhh accusations

Ep 4 (Dec 13)

this director’s bf story kinda reminds me of Under The Whispering Door which I read last week and also had a side character who has a bf for three years who fell ill and passed away

interesting oppositions about Dr. Kan’s actions. I’m torn and don’t actually know where I stand, especially because of the Canada MAiD system and how it’s not… actually helping but rather just a way to have disabled people/ill people die instead of providing them with a better quality of life

I’m gonna assume the text they didn’t translate is Wasan telling Kan that he saw him leaving the Director’s house by car or smth

Their interactions are so fun because they’re each hiding stuff (well Kan is hiding and Wasan is trying to find out). And I also can’t tell how much they actually like each other vs are just trying to throw the other off/trying to catch the other

i’m a bit confused about the cars like how would the Director’s car be leaving and Kan’s car also be leaving if we assume Kan had Director bound at the back of his car

is this true? director left by himself? hmmmmm

please, the cop questioning Kan being confused as hell when it comes out that Kan and Wasan were together the night before lol

ohhhh Kan probably injected Director, so he drove as fast as he could to the hospital but died almost there

man, that’s so horrid if Kan actually killed the director, i hope it’s true. a doctor who euthanized terminally ill patients with their consent but his head got too big and so killed Nipon without consent and the director to hide his secrets hmhmhm

actually horrid how the phone call names aren’t translated either

ah, we get to see that this email wasn’t actually sent by the director but instead how he was killed

the cops are lyingggg saying they were onto the director and he fled

ah so indeed somebody else killed director and likely they also killed Nipon, it’s not Kan. Boss? since he’s involved and is a man like the nipon murder case suggested? could be Orn but she wasn’t at the directors house when Kan called her

ahh Wasan pointing a gun at the intruder not knowing it’s Kan

Wasan patting down Kan could’ve been a liiiitle more horny tbh lol

“I never thought you would lie to me” is a little too emotional considering their current relationship but sure

ah, that’s the handcuffing. i thought Wasan would have more evidence against Kan to be doing that tbh

bruh how is it half over, should’ve been 10-12 eps frrrr

immediately onto next ep

Ep 5 (Dec 13)

girl the director opposed abortion?

“there’s nothing more truthful than this” well you did euthanize some patients, including perhaps Wasan’s mother who he didn’t get to say goodbye to and has regrets about

long hair? short hair? you can learn blood type from hair?

funny how their relationship seems to swing from accusations of being a murderer/hiding the euthanizations (?) and like… kinda sweet moments lmao. + new introduction of questioning Kan about the other killer

it must be Boss right? said Professor to director and was asking about Kan

oh lol they immediately mention Boss

trying to remember if we know Kan is working with Boss or if I just assumed they were in kahoots because of the KCL thing hm

oh interesting, I guess Boss really did accuse the director of being the murderer because they’re showing the scene and they only tend to do that for real scenes. However, Boss could still be pretending to accuse the Director while he is the killer and also we don’t see how he actually died

not the fucking BDSM gear coming out as proof from Boss that he and the director were involved. If was I dead + being framed for murders (including Kan’s doings) + my bedroom escapades came out? girl i’m haunting you all

interesting to see the show position Boss as the spokesperson for the wrong reasons for euthanasia like how “terminal illness can affect families/healthcare workers and so it’s better the patients are dead” instead of focusing on the actual patients.

nooo the lesbians want to get married before one of them dies of lung cancer

girl don’t KCL someone so soon

please the flirting and teerak you know you’ve hit the jackpot? and i’ll get you another one next year how cute

and talking about Wasan’s mother girl… things are gonna go to shit when the truth comes out

‘give me some time’ ? girl i wanted a kiss (though i knew it wasn’t gonna happen bc i would’ve been spoiled for it by now like i saw some comment about the teerak thing i def cudnt have avoided kiss)

girl what the fuck is that Boss?

nooo the fucker got Urai before she and Cream could get married?

not the fucking pen?! but he probably just left it there previously (not the murder the night before), that feels unsuspicious because we knowwwww that Kan was in this room before. but maybe bc he again lied to Wasan about keeping it safe in the house?

fuckkkk i’m all caught up so i gotta wait more than 4 days till next ep

I'm curious to see:

1) Who is doing the other murders and how they'll be found out. Current theory is obviously Boss since he killed the Director and advocates for euthanasia for patients who are a "burden." I'm also very curious to see if the Doctor who is doing the autopsies has any hand in anything because sometimes she looks so suspicious... I had actually thought she was working with Director on something sinister in the first few eps.

2) How the romance progresses (I'm curious to see more flirting/kisses lol) and also like lowkey where are we in the relationship? How serious is this? Kinda confused because I thought it was kinda lightly treading considering they haven't known each other that long + the accusations and suspicions but the emotional reaction Wasan had about Kan lying was like oh... + Wasan asking Kan to give him more time? idk. also wanna see how they deal with Kan being the reason Wasan's mother likely passed away and all of Wasan's baggage with that.

[deezy1478]

Do you have any wips you're excited about right now?

aw, thank you for asking! tbh anon the seasonal depression has hit the regular depression so motivation is at a record low, but here's something from my old west au that i'd love to be able to eventually finish:

for context: dustin hates his shitty little life in his shitty little town, just going through the motions until a troupe of traveling performers visits and starts putting on little shows in the saloon of an evening; skits and physical comedy etc. this is how he meets jim, talking to him after he's done performing and getting to know him over the following weeks, and dustin's basically like 'hm. is this that happiness i've heard so much about?'

here's a little bit i like from it where jim starts going to the stable dustin works at during the day like ohoho :) fancy seeing you here:

*

Jim walked up to the fence. He was so little it came right up to his chest, but it didn’t stop him from gripping the top beam with his hands and pushing off it so he could swing his legs clean over, kicking up a little eddy of dust as he landed on the other side.

“Gate’s right over there,” said Dustin, pointing four feet to Jim’s right. “Who’re you showin’ off for?”

Jim set his hands to his hips, squinting at him in the sun. “Well… are you impressed?” he asked, and Dustin found damn near everything Jim did impressive but he wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. Not with him looking so pleased with himself.

“Nah – bet I could do it,” he said. “I bet there’s nothin’ at all to half your little tricks.”

Jim made a fancy sweeping gesture to the fence, as if he were ushering a lady into a carriage. Dustin walked up to it and put both his hands on top, pressing down against the old wood and wondering if it would be able to take all the weight he had over Jim. He hopped up and down a few times, leaning more of himself onto it each try but not nearly enough to get the height Jim had – and then there was a sniggering from somewhere behind him.

“Well, I can’t do it with you watchin’ me,” said Dustin, kicking back at Jim’s boots with his heel. Jim skittered out of the way, light as a hare.

“And how will I know you’ve done it if I don’t? Come on, you gotta really go for it – go on. I know you can do it.” His eyes fell to Dustin’s chest, over his shoulder and down his arm to where the fabric was tight across it. “I’ll bet you’re even stronger than you look.”

Dustin felt himself burn across his cheeks and nose. He turned back to the fence and bent his knees, giving an almighty push as he jumped and clearing the top beam with just the barest scuff of his pant leg. He landed a damn sight heavier than Jim had but he landed all the same, and when he turned back to him he found Jim a little slack-jawed.

“Be honest,” said Dustin, folding his arms and trying not to look too proud, “you were hopin’ I’d end up flat on my ass, weren’t you?”

Jim didn’t seem to hear him.

“Do you think you could lift me up?”

*

& while I'm at it I might as well share this snippet i woke up and typed feverishly into an empty document a couple days ago. probably won't end up anywhere but it made me laugh:

“For eighty dollars a ticket you’d think they’d have better fuckin’ toilet paper.” Dustin sat back down and handed Jim his hotdog. “That was half a ply, I swear. Sanded my asshole clean off.”

“Why’re you shitting in public bathrooms?” asked Jim, kicking off an argument that ended up with Dustin mass-texting almost every man in his contacts about where and when they shat, then reading out the responses that agreed with him until the two women sitting in front of them turned around with a synchronised, withering c’mon, dude look.

“Pardon me, ladies.”

“Can’t take you anywhere,” said Jim, who’d been listening silently. Dustin looked down at his smug little face, about to you started it him like an eight-year-old, but there was a tiny drop of ketchup on Jim’s crispy white t-shirt that he didn’t seem to have noticed yet and Dustin felt suddenly at peace.

“You’re pretty,” he said, enjoying the suspicious look Jim gave him as he turned back to the court.

[hauerhoetime]

@hauerhoetime 👋 could you PLEASE some soft billy headcanons, like:

Cuddling

Patching him up after a fight

Surprising him by coming to a basketball game

Helping him after he has been flayed

AHHHH omg you are my first request and you do not understand how excited and grateful I am!! I told all my friends and have been thinking about it since I got it :) Thank you so much I truly appreciate it!! I do have to say though I really struggled with the helping him after he got flayed part so I didnt include headcanons for that I'm sorry :( but I hope you still enjoy the rest of it!!

Headcanons

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: wholesome headcanons of patching Billy up, cuddling with him, and surprising him at his basketball game :)

CUDDLING

- At the start of the relationship Billy would only be the big spoon because he felt like it made him seem stronger

- Later on however he loves being held.

- Tbh though I dont think hes a big fan of spooning in general I think hes more of a laying on top of you with his head on your chest/stomach with his arms wrapped around you kinda guy prove me wrong.

- Lives for your hands playing with his hair during cuddles. Will never ask for it or admit it but you can feel him literally melt into you the moment your fingers touch his scalp.

PATCHING HIM UP

- Ok I have a very specific idea for the first time you patch him up but that I can make a one shot later if yall want 👀👀 just gotta let me know.

- Anywho this man would just show up on your doorstep or outside your window with a black eye and a busted lip.

- He wont talk about it but he just wanted to be around you he doesn't even expect you to patch him up.

- The moment you take him in and pull him to the bathroom to clean his wounds he knows he loves you.

- He probably knew or at least had an inclination that he was falling in love before this moment but as he watches you fumble through the medicine cabinet trying to find something to help he knows that he doesn't want anything more than to spend his life with you.

- Youd sit him on the closed toilet seat and stand in between his legs. Your hand is carefully holding his cheek or grabbing his chin in order to hold him in place.

- His hands are on your hips or the back of your thighs the entire time.

- This fool has heart eyes looking up at you. Hes not smiling but he is looking at your eyes the entire time watching them run across his wounds trying to clean them as carefully as you could.

- After you finished patching him up hed throw a "thanks sweetheart" at you and kiss your forehead with less force than he normally would (mostly because he knew that if he made his lip bleed again youd scold him and he just wanted to be in your arms right now)

SHOWING UP AT HIS GAME

- Youd sneak through the door and sit in the middle of the stands.

- Once he was on the court youd yell out something like "You got this Billy!!" or even just a "Wooo Billy!!"

- He would whip his head towards the stands and the moment his eyes land on you he gets the biggest smile on his face.

- His smile stays for the rest of the game and after every point he scores he looks to you for your approval.

- In the stands you have a matching smile and occasionally you find yourself jumping up and down in celebration and pride.

- After the game you run down to the court and he watches you the entire time.

- Once you get close he opens his arms for you to run right in. He holds you close as you tell him just how proud you are.

- He thanks you for coming and hes just so happy to have a partner that comes to support him.

- Once hes showered and changed he takes you out to dinner. Nothing fancy just a quick dinner and after he drives you home.

- The entire time at dinner hes holding your hand and in the car he hes holding your hand in your lap.

[sleepysnk]

hey hey! i'm back with some stuff for Eren because tbh i really liked this scenario. this kind of makes me happy because i feel like this happens often, and ngl, i see Eren kind of like this? not exactly sure, but i hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

Ditched

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, fluff at the end

A sigh came from Eren's mouth as he leaned up against the wall at the party he was currently at.

He got invited to this party that Reiner was hosting, of course Eren wasn't going to say no to a party, and Reiner being his friend he couldn't necessarily deny it would be bad. Reiner always threw some bangers and knew how to get all kinds of people to come. It was no lie to say Reiner was like a damn celebrity.

Eren on the other hand, wasn't having the greatest time.

He was waiting for someone. More specifically, Mina Carolina.

Eren and Mina had been talking for a few weeks and the two were starting to get to a point where they could reach a serious relationship, and Eren figured he'd invite her to the party. He genuinely liked her, but recently she started acting way different towards Eren. She became more dry and only interested in what Eren had to... offer. His friends explained that maybe she was just going through something, but something in his gut told him that things weren't right.

Here he was now, waiting for about 30 minutes or so. She still hadn't replied, nor showed up. It slightly made Eren's heart feel heavy, he felt like he had his time wasted.

He looked down at his phone, going to her messages.

8:28 <-Eren: hey i'm here

8:35 <-Eren: did you get the address?

8:47 <-Eren: Mina? where are you?

8:51 <-Eren: are you even coming?

9:01 <-Eren: hello??

Read: 9:05 P.M.

Eren clicked his phone off, placing it in his pocket after realizing she most likely wasn't showing up. Another disappointment in a talking stage, he was certain Mina was a nice girl. She was introduced to him Sasha, she never said anything bad about Mina. For one, Sasha always talked Mina up to Eren, but he guessed she wasn't into it anymore.

"Hey Eren! Did she show up?" Connie yelled over the loud music. "We've got some sick jello shots!" he said, smiling excitedly at him.

Eren didn't even feel excitement anymore, he just felt upset. His whole mood just crashed and he wanted nothing but to go home and sleep, maybe a nap would do him some good, or maybe some McDonald's.

"I think I'm gonna head home!" Eren shouted back, looking at Connie.

Connie nodded. "Are you sure?! Did she ditch you or something?!" he asked, looking around to find the black-haired girl who was no where to be seen.

"I guess so!" he yelled, looking at the time on his phone.

Eren felt the fullness of his bladder from the alcohol he consumed. He needed to pee before he leaves or he'll explode.

"Hey where's the bathroom!?" Eren asked, shouting at Connie.

He rubbed the back of his head. "Upstairs! Third door on the left!" he yelled, turning to walk away. "Drive safe by the way!" he added, walking away.

Eren shoved his phone back in his pocket and made his way up the long stairs to find the bathroom, his ears having a slight ring from going further away from the loud music that blasted below him.

As he made his way up the steps, he passed different people drunkenly falling down the stairs, or couples who were eating each other's faces. Making him cringe as he passed by as he heard the soft kissing noises coming from them. Gross.

He passed the multiple doors, hearing soft moans from girls who decided that hooking up with college guys was a good idea, or he heard different people yelling at those who were taking shots or hanging around in those usual smoke circles with marijuana.

"Third door on the left.." Eren said to himself as he stopped in front of the bathroom door which was shut.

The light was on and someone was clearly using it, so he decided to just wait for whoever was in there to come out. Eren kept looking at his phone as he waited, a few people passing by him and heading into the bedrooms. He assumed they were going in there to do the usual.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, Eren was starting to get antsy. Why the hell was someone in the bathroom for this long? He thought the person could be sick or maybe two people decided to go and hookup in the bathroom.

He decided to just knock, approaching the door he used his finger to knock on the door.

"Yo! Open the door! I gotta pee," he said, leaning against it so whoever was in there could hear him.

No response.

He sighed, whoever was in there clearly heard him, because he heard shifting behind the door.

"Look, just open the damn door. A line is going to form soon," Eren said, knocking once again on the door.

No response once again.

Eren decided to just say fuck it and open the door. He hesitated a bit and put his hand on the knob, nobody was really around to see him. He looked around and turned the knob which was unlocked, pushing it open he was faced with a girl.

She was leaning against the sink, a red solo cup next to her. Eren took in her features noticing dark mascara smudged around her eyes, along with tears going down her face.

The girls head snapped towards him. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry... um, I was just in here. Were you trying to come in?" she asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Eren stood there for a moment taking in her appearance. "No don't worry.. um my bad for slamming the door open. I just needed to pee," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why are you crying? If you don't mind me asking," he asked, looking at her puffy eyes.

She sniffed. "Um.. it's really stupid, especially telling a stranger. I'm sorry, also don't apologize for coming in. I didn't hear you, I'm gonna go now." she said, grabbing her items.

Eren felt guilt washing over him noticing how sad she looked, she had nobody around her. Usually when he found girls crying at parties they were surrounded by their friends, but she was alone. Something about it didn't sit right with Eren, and he wanted to know what was up with her.

"Wait!" Eren said, stopping the girl in her tracks.

She looked back with her brows furrowed. "Huh?" she said.

He looked away and then back at her. "Look I know I may not know you, but you seem really upset right now, and I know how it feels to be alone. If I can, I'd like to know why you're crying in a bathroom." he replied, crossing his arms.

The girl stopped and stood, looking down at the floor. "Um.. well, it's a lot and I feel like it'd just bother you really. I need to call an Uber anyway," she said, going onto her phone. "Thank you really but it'd just burden you," she added.

Eren leaned against the door frame. "You had a shitty night and so did I, least I can do is help you out. Of course no force," he said, shrugging.

She thought for a second. Maybe he was just trying to be nice? He didn't seem like a creep, considering he didn't seem dressed to impress anybody.

"Um sure I guess..." she replied, putting her phone away.

Eren was surprised at her answer. "I need to pee first if you don't mind," he said, smiling a bit.

She felt a small smile grow onto her lips as she moved outside the bathroom. "Take your time," she replied, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom.

Eren finished his business and exited the bathroom. He saw the girl standing outside, she seemed to be in deep thought.

"Let's go," Eren said, taking his keys out of his pocket and heading down the stairs.

The girl slowly followed behind him as he made his way outside, she felt the cooler air hit her skin causing her to shiver. She totally forgot how chilly the air was, rubbing her arms for warmth she stopped noticing the car he walked up to. He had a nice car, tinted windows, freshly clean, he seemed to know how take care of it.

"Hop in," he said, unlocking the passenger side door.

She got in and shut the door, feeling the cool leather of his seats go up against her skin. Making her shiver and goosebumps litter onto her skin.

Eren couldn't help but notice how nervous she seemed, he wasn't a creep. He didn't have bad intentions with her at all, she just seemed to be having a bad night, so he wanted to be of some help. Even if she didn't ever speak to him again.

"I know you're nervous and I know what you're thinking, but trust me I'm not going to do anything bad to you. I just wanted to be a cool person and help you out, since you were crying and you were by yourself." Eren said, breaking the silence between them.

She nodded, swallowing thickly. "I see.. what's your name?" she asked, nodding.

"Eren.. and you?" he asked, turning on the car to heat it up.

"(Y/N)," she replied, putting her seatbelt on as he began to drive his car away from the house.

Her name was pretty to Eren.

"Do you want to get some McDonald's? I don't know about you but food makes me feel better," he said, throwing a smile her way.

(Y/N) looked his way and smiled a bit. "Yeah.. sure, um I can pay for myself," she said, searching through her small purse she had with her.

Eren looked over. "Nah don't worry about it. I can pay for ya," he replied, turning into the McDonald's. "What do you want?" he asked, looking into her (e/c) eyes.

She pondered for a moment on what she wanted. "Chicken nuggets," she replied, giggling a bit.

Eren shot her a toothy smile. "Those are my favorite so I'm gonna get the same," he said, turning to the drive-thru.

He ordered their food and gave the bag to her as he drove to one of the empty parking spaces. She felt a bit more comfortable with him now, he seemed chill. She was starting to trust him, she felt relieved knowing he wasn't trying to do anything weird or dangerous.

Eren looked at her before putting the car in park. "Alright, let's get snacking." he said, removing his seatbelt.

(Y/N) gave the bag to him, moving her body so she was against the door. She removed her seatbelt and watched as Eren tossed her chicken nuggets. She put it on the armrest between them, and watched as he started eating.

"Thank you... for the food," she said, looking up at him.

Eren looked up and nodded. "Oh yeah, no problem! Party food was the worst, I drank too so I wanted something to eat." he replied, taking a sip of his drink.

(Y/N) started to eat her food and the two chatted about things. Getting to know each other, which made her feel a little more comfortable. They actually went to colleges that were close by, and they knew a few of the same people.

"Then this one time I almost poured the chemicals down the drain, and the teacher almost killed me!" Eren said, laughing at the memory. "I never saw a teacher more pissed off than ever," he added, rolling his eyes playfully.

She giggled a bit, looking down at her food. "Duh! That's like, one of the first things you learn in chemistry!" she replied, laughing even more.

He rolled his eyes once again, adjusting his bun. "So what? Sometimes you gotta live on the edge or whatever," he said, looking at the different cars driving past on the road. "Oh! By the way, what's your address? I'm sure you'll want to be home after this," he asked, taking his phone to open Maps.

(Y/N) looked over at him. "Oh! Um.. let me put it in," she replied, taking his phone from him. She felt a bit sad that it had to end, she kind of liked his vibe. He seemed chill and like a cool dude.

She handed his phone back to him after putting her address in. "Alright, you don't live too far. Let's get going," he said, putting his seatbelt on and starting the car.

"Wait!" she said, looking at him.

Eren stopped and furrowed his brows. "What's up? Did I do something?" he asked, nodding at her.

She looked away for a second. "Um.. Eren, do you have to drop me off right now?" she asked, avoiding his gaze.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "I just figured you wanted to be home since it was late, why?" he asked.

(Y/N) sighed. "I just... um, would it be weird if we hung out a little longer? Of course we don't have to," she asked, nodding.

Eren smiled. "No that's not weird at all, just tell me where you wanna go," he said, looking at her.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks seeing his smile, Eren was charming to (Y/N) and even though they just met, she enjoyed talking to him.

"Um.. just take me wherever! We can go anywhere," she replied, putting her seatbelt on.

Eren smirked. "Alright! I know where to go," he replied, putting the car in reverse and driving out of the parking lot.

-

The rest of the car ride was so much fun. Eren and (Y/N) jammed to music, cracked jokes, stopped for ice cream, and even told each other funny stories.

Eren pulled into this clearing on a hill, showing a view of the city and the highway. The lights in the distance gave a perfect view of everything. (Y/N) was surprised seeing such a pretty view, she never knew something like this ever existed. If she knew she'd come up here often, she was always a fan of views, and so was Eren.

"Let's go," Eren said, opening his car door and exiting his car.

(Y/N) followed and stood next to the hood of his car, which Eren was sitting on. She felt a bit awkward and shy in the moment.

"Oh.. my bad, my ass takes a lot of space. You don't have to sit," he said, giving a weak smile.

(Y/N) laughed a bit, climbing to sit next to him. She felt the metal on the back of her legs, causing her to shiver, as well as the cooler air that surrounded her.

"You cold?" Eren asked, looking at the way she was shivering.

She giggled a bit and nodded her head. "Y-Yeah.. my fault for wearing this," she replied, adjusting the skirt she was wearing.

Eren got off the hood of the car and went to the backseat, he grabbed a black cotton blanket he always kept back there. Sometimes before classes he would take a snooze in his car, and he used the blanket for warmth.

"Here.. I uh, take naps before class." he said, handing the blanket to (Y/N).

She reached for it, feeling his fingertips brush against hers, making small sparks come from his touch. His fingers felt.. warm. She wrapped the blanket around her frame, feeling the warmth surrounding her made her feel cozy.

"Thank you.. really, you didn't have to do this." she said, looking over at Eren.

He stared at the city lights. "It's no problem, you looked like you needed some cheering up anyway," he said, bumping his elbow into her arm.

(Y/N) looked into his green eyes which were twinkling in the light. "You never mentioned why your night was shitty," she said, nodding her head at him.

Eren felt the disappointment coming back to him about Mina. "O-Oh! Yeah, uh.. it's a lot really," he said, looking towards the girl. "I can tell you," he added.

She smiled. "I have time," she replied, adjusting herself a bit and wrapping the blanket around her a bit tighter.

Eren sighed, staring at the ground. "I got ditched tonight by a girl who I thought liked me. I was kind of stupid to ignore how she was acting, I guess in a way I should have taken the signs, but I liked her too much. She was supposed to join me tonight at the party but she never showed, so I guess that's the end of that," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

(Y/N) felt bad for him, nobody deserves to have that happen to them. Eren seemed like a nice guy to her as well, she couldn't exactly see why a girl would pass up on him.

"That's really mean... I couldn't imagine being ditched by a guy. I'd probably feel so embarrassed," she said, looking towards him. "How long have you guys been talking?" she asked.

"Three weeks? Almost maybe a month? I was planning on asking her out tonight too but I guess she had other plans," Eren replied, leaning on his elbows.

(Y/N) nodded, staring at the ground.

"Say... you never told me why you were crying, do you wanna talk about it? No force," he asked, leaning up to look at her face.

A frown formed onto her lips thinking about the events that occurred. "Yeah I feel like I need to vent," she replied, putting her knees to her chest.

Eren turned to face her. "Ready when you are," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Her smile grew as he looked at her. "Well um, my boyfriend- well now ex-boyfriend cheated on me a few weeks ago, he hooked up with someone I was close with. My friends brought me to that party to sort of 'let loose' in a way, then they ended up ditching me. I didn't know anybody there, so I just went to the bathroom and broke down." she explained, feeling a few tears well into her eyes.

Eren felt a tug at his heart hearing what she had to say. He couldn't imagine what she was going through right now, especially with her ex.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), those people aren't your friends for sure. You should honestly stop talking to them," he said, crossing his arms.

She laughed a bit, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's just been hard you know? None of them seemed to care when he cheated on me, and they sort of just brushed my problems away." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "It sucks telling you this," she added.

Eren placed his hand on her wrist. "I get it, what you're going through is so difficult. Having people around who don't care are the worst and it sucks seeing you this way, you seem like a really cool girl! Well, from what I've seen anyway. That's besides the point, you're really cool and those people don't deserve you. Your ex is also an asshole too," he said, rolling his eyes.

She smiled a bit at his words. Nobody really said that kind of stuff to her before.

"Same goes to you, you seem like a nice guy, and whoever that girl was who ditched you, she's missing out." (Y/N) said, smiling at him.

Eren chuckled a bit. "I guess in a way we both had a shitty night, but it ended pretty great." he said, looking at the sky.

"Eren... thank you for everything. If you didn't find me in that bathroom I probably would be eating ice cream and sobbing to Twilight right now," she said, laughing a bit.

He smiled. "No problem (Y/N), if I didn't find you I'd probably be at home watching some stupid sports compilation," he said, laughing along with her.

(Y/N) leaned against the windshield. "Do you want to head back?" she asked, looking towards him.

He sat up, stretching a bit. "Yeah sure," he replied, standing up and heading towards the drivers seat of the car.

The two hopped in and drove back to (Y/N)'s apartment, the drive felt long, but their company kept each other in good moods.

Eren pulled into the parking area and looked towards (Y/N). "Tonight was fun," she said, smiling at him.

A smile grew onto his lips. "Yeah it was, you made tonight great." he replied, putting his car in park.

(Y/N) grabbed her stuff. "Well... thank you really, you made me feel a bit better. I appreciate you a ton," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Yeah, no problem at all," he replied, looking towards the front of the building.

He unlocked the car and watched her get out.

"Wait!" Eren said, stopping her in her tracks.

(Y/N) looked back at him. "What's up?" she asked, nodding a bit

Eren grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. "May I.. get your number?" he asked, smiling a bit at her as a blush formed onto his face.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks, taking his phone in her hands. "Of course," she said, smiling as she entered her number into his phone. "Text me tonight, we should facetime." she added, handing his phone back to him.

Eren smiled, taking his phone back. "I'd love that," he replied, smiling again at her.

"See you then, and drive safe!" she said, closing his car door.

He watched as she entered her apartment building, Eren smiled to himself thinking about what happened tonight.

Who knew being ditched would lead to this?

[wizardouxie]

PANTONE 2046 C

Genre: Fluff, #ZoeAppreciationWeek

Pairing: Zouxie

Summary: The Pink Hair Origin Story (alternatively also the Blue Hair Origin Story)

Word Count: 2788

Author's Note: First day of Zoe Appreciation Week! Wanted to participate so have this not so little one shot to showcase our lovely pink haired witch <3

"Wow, the dye came out really nicely," Zoe murmurs as Douxie exits the bathroom, his hair freshly blown dry -- from its tips to the full bangs dipped in a deep yet striking blue. He smiles widely at the quiet compliment and waves over to Archie.

"How does it look Arch?" they ask, though the answer is pretty clear, if Archie's fond gaze is anything to go by. The familiar flies in to nuzzle his face.

"Dashing as ever, Douxie."

Zoe leans back into the couch with content, taking in the beautiful sight that is her best friend. She did really good. The faint buzz of adrenaline lingers on the pads of her fingers. Right, she forgot. That was her first time.

"Are. You. Crazy? I've never even dyed hair before!" the natural brown haired girl hissed. She begrudgingly wiped the bubblegum that had exploded over her lips -- a result from the initial shock when Douxie first made his request. Granted, she felt honored that they would come to her before anyone else, but still! She can't risk ruining his hair, she doesn't have experience, plus the hair salon could totally do it better and-

"I'd rather it be you than anyone else," the wizard confirmed firmly. Zoe turned to the familiar. Surely the cat who lived with this stubborn kid could knock some sense into them. Archie could only provide a shrug in response.

"They're pretty sure about this."

She groaned.

"Fine, fine! But give me a few days unless you want me to pick out the wrong dye and end up with neon green."

[ 1 Week Later ]

Zoe couldn't keep track of just how many hair channels and blogs she'd gone through. She mimicked their hand movements, using cheap wigs and mannequin heads to simulate the experience. Through it all, one voice echoed the same message: "You can't mess this up."

She bought all the necessary tools. Gloves, hair clips, bleach, foil, just to name a few. Oh, and of course the dye -- though you'll be surprised how one can forget the simplest things while getting caught up in trying to memorize everything. Blue, Douxie had asked for. But what kind of blue? Sky blue? Cobalt? Midnight? Which one? She pinched the bridge of her nose before angrily texting the wizard. It went a little something like this:

DOUX: go with whatever you think will look good! i'm fine with anything tbh :]

ZOE: i Hate you so much

DOUX: ??? WHY

ZOE: IDK SHIT ABOUT HAIR DYE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD

DOUX: let's talk about this in person before you electrocute your phone again

ZOE: you won't let me live that down will you

DOUX: you know me so well ;)

She shoved the phone back in her pocket. There's no way she was actually doing this for him.

She was.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked for what would be around the 73rd time. Douxie pulled his face down with both hands.

"Ugh, the answer is still yes, love. I'm not asking you to dye the whole thing, just the front part, bangs and sides."

She rolls her eyes at the nickname and smacks the clean brush against his head. She smiles at the little 'ow' that Douxie lets out with a pout. Hm, cute.

"Alright, but don't start moping around if it doesn't come out the way you wanted it!"

"Nothing that a little magic can't fix if it gets to that point. Which I hardly believe it will."

And now here they are.

Douxie crashes on the couch with Zoe, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden physical touch, but it's never unwelcome. Not when it comes to him.

"You know of all human creations, I gotta say, this one really takes the cake," they start and Zoe snorts.

"You say that about nearly everything."

"Can you blame me?"

She looks at them and no, she really can't. In fact, she finds herself agreeing with him. He looks... really nice. A faint blush spreads over her face; not that it is noticeable by any means -- the two of them happen to have done this dying process starting from the evening to night, so the dim lights in her home do little to highlight her features. This is still her Douxie, lovable guitarist and wizard nerd who cares about everyone. Yet there was something about the hair dye that changed things up a bit. Something good, naturally.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, doing whatever is usually available. Sometimes it's texting, scrolling through social media, or listening to music. Other times it's zoning off and reminiscing about the past.

Zoe decides to go for her phone, unconscious of the way her hand finds its way into Douxie's hair, carding through the locks and untangling them with nimble fingers. It's peaceful. Maybe even a little too peaceful, considering the two of them are adrenaline junkies.

"Douxie, I can hear you thinking..." she begins. It's a common way to start the conversation between them, and oftentimes she's right.

He turns around, her hand still in his hair, but enough to meet her eyes. Their own eyes look serious and her heart sinks. Were they not happy with their hair?

The answer is quite the opposite.

"You ever considered dying your hair too? Maybe we can match."

The untangling stops.

And then the tugging starts.

"Ow ow ow-"

"Hisirdoux Casperan you are a menace to society."

She does though. She considers it for weeks. Of course, Douxie doesn't push; it's her hair at the end of the day, she can do whatever she likes. But after seeing how well she did with the wizard, she kinda felt excited. She definitely can't forget the exhilaration she felt when she saw people compliment Douxie at Benoit's or at the GDT book store. Her heart started beating faster when he looked back at her with a proud smile on his face-- damn that wizard, they told the others that she did it for them, didn't they?

After a few days, a young girl in a cap comes up to her at the record store. Probably from Arcadia High, if her backpack stacked with books is any indication.

"Hi! I'm Claire. Claire Nuñez," the girl starts. Zoe raises an eyebrow in interest.

"Hey Claire. What can I get you?" she asks, raising a flask to her lips. There's no water. Damn.

"Um, it's not really a standard request, but um, I was wondering if you could dye my hair?"

Zoe chokes on her water. Dye her what?

"Kid, are you new here? This is a records store. I can give you the direction to the hair salon it's really not that far."

"No, no, no! It's just, this guy got their hair dyed and I asked if he did it himself and they said you did it for them so I came to you. It's nothing too big! Just a strand really," Claire rambles. She gestures to the invisible front of her hair, currently tucked away behind the cap, outlining it with her fingers. The hedge witch groans.

"That would be Douxie. Now, here's the thing I don't do this for just anyone. Douxie happens to be a close friend so what I did was a little gift for him. I don't even know you, so what do I get out of this?"

Claire pales.

"Uh, $20? I know a full head of hair costs way more but like I said, just a strand..."

Zoe's stomach rumbles in response. She had $5 currently in her wallet which could buy a snack at most. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh, you're lucky I'm hungry. Catch me after my shift is done okay? And I only got one color on me, which is blue, you good with that? Otherwise bring your own."

"Yes of course, of course! Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, now scram if you're not here to buy anything."

"Oh actually, I was wondering if you had anything Papa Skull released recently!"

Curse this girl and her good taste in music.

[ 45 minutes later; 2:00 PM ]

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Claire starts. Zoe waves it off. She doesn't really know why she agreed to this. Well kind of. She wanted to eat. But besides that, she also was curious to see if she could satisfy another "customer". Hair dying was never a profession she had properly considered and right now? It doesn't hurt to entertain a thought.

"Alright so I have the bleach, you'll need to let that set in and keep that before dying the strand you want. We can even add toner to neutralize the color post bleaching if necessary," she lists off. Claire shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary!"

The girl pulls off her cap and surely enough, there's a light blonde lock, similar to Douxie's, just a little lighter. Zoe's impressed.

"Well that definitely makes my job easier. Especially since this is my second time."

"Wait, second time?"

"You didn't know?"

"No?"

"Of course Douxie leaves that part out. You want out? I'll pay you back the $20 in four days."

"No, I trust you."

Zoe always believed that she had tough and cold demeanor. Clearly she's doing something wrong if people are finding her trustworthy just by looking at one dye job.

"Alright then, here we go! Don't say I didn't warn you," the witch replies. She wraps the cloth around Claire softly, and pulls up the bowl with the dye in it. With a gloved hand she separates the pale strands from the brown ones. The blue will definitely be more prominent here than it would be with Douxie's. Something tells her that Claire wouldn't mind.

From the looks of Claire's surprise, wonder, and delight, she definitely didn't mind.

"It. Looks. So cool! You're really good at this. Maybe you should start a hair dying salon or something," the girl rattles off. Zoe raises a hand.

"I'm already working two part time jobs so... no. But I'm glad you liked it. The blue looks really good. Stands out well."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Claire repeats, putting back her cap on. A feeling of confusion overcomes Zoe.

"Wait, why are you putting your cap back on? Don't you want to show people?"

"Duh, but um, my mom doesn't know about, uh, all this. You know, councilwoman things."

Zoe's mouth drops, the $20 bill crumpled in her hand. So that's why she didn't go to the hair salon. Nuñez is the councilwoman, so she'd know pretty much everyone in the town. And word spreads pretty fast. In summary: Claire would have gotten caught.

"See ya!"

These kids are going to land her in some serious trouble one day.

With a burger and soda in her tray, Zoe takes a seat and pulls out her phone. That Claire girl though, she's sort of inspiring. Adventurous. Not hesitant in taking chances. And you know Zoe, she absolutely loves the thrills of life. Whether it be hunting magical creatures or refining her usually unpredictable magic. The humans tend to have mellow definition of risk taking, in her opinion, but their examples are fun enough in their own way: crossing the speed limit, riding rollercoasters, anything along those lines. The brunette clicks on a familiar contact and begins typing.

ZOE: which color looks good on me

ZOE: don't ask it's for a stupid job thing

DOUX: which job?

ZOE: WHAT PART OF DON'T ASK

ZOE: hex tech, something for employee uniforms

DOUX: i was going to say pink since it brings out your eyes but if it's for uniforms i dunno, light blue?

ZOE: hm interesting

DOUX: you should just work here at the book store it's chill

ZOE: but then i'd have to deal with you

DOUX: now is that really a bad thing?

DOUX: zoe.

Light blue is definitely a no go, Zoe decides. Too much blue dye going around. But pink, hm she could work with that. It's a pretty bold color and it would compliment her eyes as well as her face in general. A win-win for her.

And as for how far she's willing to go? She decides to go all in. No tips, no ombre, just complete bubblegum hair. Of course this takes a few days to gather the guts.

'You can do it Zoe, just go for the bleach,' she thinks to herself. Her hands shake with nervousness and excitement. Frankly, hunting niffins didn't compare to the rush she's feeling right now. She closes her eyes and brings the brush to her hair.

Well, here goes nothing.

She winces as she feels the tingling sensation, but loads of videos have assured that such symptoms were normal. She continues to work at it, using the foil to make sure she doesn't bleach a part of her hair to death. It's long and strenuous, but she knows the results in the few coming weeks would be worth it.

She doesn't have to worry about Douxie finding out thankfully. Turns out these weeks are essential for Merlin's "To-Do" List. Apparently it was to find Camelot?

"The castle he means. Not the actual kingdom. That's been gone for centuries. Anyways, I'll be back once I actually find it. Dunno how I'll do it and it probably will take me and Arch a month or so, haha. Oh! And if my hirers ask you anything, it's a family emergency."

Hm, whatever. A brief thought of Merlin dying his hair neon green amuses her, before she goes back to watching more hair dye videos. They've become a little addicting nowadays. She's amazed at how often people do it. How do they keep their hair so healthy?

It's been four weeks now and Zoe's eyes stare at the pink concoction in her hand. PANTONE 2046 C. This was the shade that stole her heart in the middle of the hair dye aisle. No other color could compare in the slightest. Even the cashier who packaged her order hummed in approval.

"Nice color! Not many go for it, but it'll suit you for sure."

This time her movements are calculated, not clumsy or fear driven like it used to be. One could even say she's getting the hang of this. Her hair over time changes from platinum blonde to a dark matted pink. She lets it sit for a bit, meanwhile focusing on getting the dye out of her hands. This turns out to be harder than she thought and she sighs. Well, maybe another day.

After washing and blow drying her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. The witch staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. As if she were a new person completely. And she liked it.

The blank stare shifts into a grin and she tugs at her own locks. Goddamn. She looks really good.

And well, Douxie's reaction is priceless to say the least.

DOUX: you said to meet up at the museum where are you

DOUX: i swear if you slept in i'll send archie to knock down everything in your apartment

DOUX: ok no i won't but still it's been a month since we last saw each other come on

DOUX: wait a second

DOUX: you're joking

DOUX: IS THAT??? YOU????

DOUX: IN THE PINK

DOUX: oh fuzzbuckets you look stunning

DOUX: Hello this is Archie. You broke Douxie so could you please finish your conversation with whoever it is you're with and come pick him up? Your hair is absolutely lovely by the way.

ZOE: omfg

ZOE: can't take you guys anywhere

The witch smiles at the girls and nods over to a gaping Douxie and his cat before gracefully exiting the conversation. She approaches her friend and pushes his jaw up with her index finger.

"So I'm assuming you're digging the new look hm?" she teases.

"You have no idea," Douxie responds. A pink tint lighter than the shade of her hair blooms across Zoe's face at the expression of adoration in her best friend's eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together, seeing each other grow and change. And this time, it was a really fun and welcome one.

"I might try this again with a different color some time. You wanna join then?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

It's crazy how all of this came from a chaotic, impulsive research project to help a friend. But honestly Zoe wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe Douxie was right. Of all human creations, this one beats pretty much everything else.

[no-gorms]

Hi Annie! May I request a ficlet with Steve winking at Tony? I just realised I don't remember ever reading a fic where he's the one winking....which seems like a missed opportunity tbh

Hi! I don’tthink this is what you had in mind, but with Endgame reaction stuff goingaround recently, this spontaneously popped up in my brain.

Post-Endgame, everyone lives, Steve/Tony first kiss, feat.Morgan, Bruce, Thor, Natasha. (also on ao3)

+

When Tony told the team that he was thinking of having a few people over at the lake house today, Steve foresaw two possibilities: one, a handful of Avengers crowded on the porch in a rather more cheerful reprise of their time travel proposal of a few weeks ago; two, a full-on party.

They got the party.

Where on earth Tony got the canopies and catering a mere day after the Battle of Earth (as they’re calling it), Steve has no idea, but here they are. Avengers – core, new, ancillaries, allies, friends and loved ones –flood the grounds of Tony’s deceptively rustic home, eating and drinking and laughing and showing off their abilities. Luckily it’s a daytime gathering so alcohol is less an issue thus far; it’s daytime to accommodateMorgan, of course, who declared herself a VVIP earlier and is being bolstered around on Tony’s arm as he introduces her to everyone.

Not that Steve’s been watching them (Tony) walk around and play host, Morgan quietly excited and her father looser and more upbeat that Steve’s seen him in literal years. And even if Steve is watching Tony, it’s only out of concern that Tony not push himself, not after the close call with Thanos, the other close call with the gauntlet, and the freshly accumulated stress of the past five years leading into a one-chance time heist. The episode isn’t even really settled yet, what with the stones under lock and key somewhere in these very grounds, since the compound is a square mile of rubble and very few places on earth are safer than an Avengers tea party slash mosh pit.

Still, it pays to be vigilant. On Tony. Due to his health, and his status as the focal point for today’s gathering.

So Steve tells himself.

He used to be better at papering over his own motivations. If anyone asked, he’d say that he’s distracted from the party by thoughts of tomorrow. There’s still a lot of work to come – rebuilding, networking, accommodating the return of half the world’s population and all its associated complicated trauma – which is so beyond the Avengers’ original purview that they might not even need the team for that. It’s Natasha’s call, anyway. Steve will probably follow her. Clint brought Laura and kids today, but he’ll be leaving tonight. Bruce has his own work elsewhere now. As for Tony, no one knows what the hell he’s going to do next.

Steve certainly doesn’t expect Tony to be approaching him now, with Morgan still making a swing of the crook of Tony’s arm.

“Here you go.” Tony practically tosses a laughing Morgan at Steve. “Free up my hands for me, won’t you?”

“Sure thing,” Steve says, having accepted that he’d never not do anything Tony asks of him ever again. Steve adjusts his grip on Morgan in one arm, and puts his plate down on a nearby table with his free hand. Morgan beams at him, while at the corner of Steve’s eye he just catches Tony’s stuttering smile, as though he hadn’t expected Steve to roll with it.

“You want a drink?” Tony says, eyeing the nearest table spread. “I’m up for refuelling.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Steve says.

“Wasn’t asking you,” Tony says.

Steve raises an eyebrow. “That’s kind of rude.”

“Yeah, rude,” Morgan parrots, while Tony presses an outraged hand to chest. “He wants lemonade.”

“I would like lemonade,” Steve says agreeably.

“Geez, all right, as the lady demands,” Tony says as he bounds off.

“The lemonade’s good?” Steve asks Morgan.

Morgan shrugs. “I don’t know. We can try.”

Steve’s never held Morgan before, or talked to her properly before today, but this feels a natural extension of the rhythm he’s found again with Tony – the focus of shared goals and risks, the ribbing without hurt, the ability to be earnest without mockery – since that fateful day Tony rolled back up to the compound armed with little more than hope and a time travel GPS olive branch. But that’s not entirely right either, because they never had this easy rhythm off the battlefield before. It was only the shattering and its aftermath – and Steve’s learning the hard way that he had so much more to lose in the 21st century than he thought – that they’d found this.

“Are you staying here with your dad tonight?” Steve says. “Or are you going back with your mom?”

“Going,” Morgan says. “Too many people for sleepover.”

“Makes sense,” Steve agrees, looking out on the raucous mass with her. “It’s a lot of people. Do you remember everyone’s names?”

“Yes,” Morgan says, intense and offended. She presses a palm against Steve’s forehead. “Captain Thor.”

“Actually—”

“Captain Thor with the hammer. May I see it? Thank you.”

“You’re not tired of that,” Steve says dryly.

“No.”

“You know you can just ask actual Thor—”

“Captain Thor.”

Steve sighs dramatically, which only prompts Morgan to loop both arms around his neck expectantly. He does a quick surroundings check –Thor’s just a couple of feet away chatting with T’Challa and Hope, and Tony’s coming back over with a paper plate of pizza on one hand and a pair of lemonade bottles gripped in the other – and lifts his free hand.

Physically, it’s very different from the control he exerts on the shield. Mentally, the two are strangely similar, for much like how Steve just knows the shield’s trajectory at each throw, he knows that Mjolnir is coming to him. Today, the hammer sails in a parabolic arc, over the crowd spread over the lawn, and into Steve’s hand. There’s only a minor crackle of electricity in Steve’s hand when it lands, and it says a lot about the people present that barely anyone notices any of this.

Morgan bobs her head silently in approval.

Nearby, Tony huffs under his breath between bites of his pizza. The lemonade bottles are consigned to the table by Steve's plate, though sadly Steve's hands are preoccupied at the moment.

“Which reminds me,” Tony says, “no way that was your first time holding the hammer.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve replies, twirling said hammer on its handle.

“Right.” Tony holds out a mushroom slice to Morgan, who eats it without taking her eyes of the hammer. Tony’s smile is pure fondness, the kind of which sends somewhat intense flips in Steve’s stomach. It doesn’t matter that the smile is for Morgan; it just takes Steve’s breath away that Tony has so much love in him and, no matter that things didn’t shake out too well with Pepper, he still has unconditional outlets for that love. When Tony’s attention shifts to Steve, so does his expression to one of familiar wryness, “You knew exactly how to double-wield the hammer with the shield.”

Steve hums neutrally.

“How long you been messing with the hammer without us knowing, Steve?” Tony says.

“How long, Steve?” Morgan chimes in.

“Just a few times, back when we were in the Tower. Which was wrong of me,” Steve says meaningfully to Morgan. “You shouldn’t keep big things like that from your friends.”

Morgan’s focus is elsewhere, though. She’s twisting her mouth in cheeky thoughtfulness – she definitely got that from Tony – and holds a hand out. Steve obliges, and adjusts his grip on Mjolnir before holding the handle out to her.

Morgan tentatively wraps one hand around the handle. Steve eases his grip to the back of Mjolnir’s head, and subtly moves the hammer along with her.

“Worthy,” Morgan whispers.

Steve, grinning, slants a look over at her father and winks.

Tony startles and drops his pizza slice. Not the ground, which would have been neater, but to his shirt, at which the slice flips and flops while Tony scrambles, flails and fumbles, getting sauce and cheese everywhere, before finally salvaging it by stuffing the whole thing into his mouth.

“Butterfingers,” Morgan says primly.

Tony munches furiously, and does not look at either of them. While his daughter continues to bob Mjolnir against Steve’s hand, Steve’s captivated by the pink at Tony’s neck – a lack of sunscreen, or something else? It cannot be something else, because that would be ludicrous. Except.

“Goddamn,” Tony mutters. His eyes dart around wildly, and only for a mere split-second land on Steve before moving away again. Steve feels a prickle up his spine, along with a sense of anticipation and urgency, though without a clear goal to be seen. He’s seen Tony flustered before, but never like this, never because of him.

“Gotta clean up. You watch the madame, yeah?” Tony clears his throat and starts walking away from them, stiff footsteps towards the house.

Steve watches him go, heart hammering loudly over Morgan’s humming a tune to herself.

A shadow falls over them as Bruce approaches. “Excuse me,” Bruce says. “Hi Morgan, do you want another ride?”

“Yesssss.” Morgan lifts her hands up eagerly.

While Bruce sweeps Morgan up onto a massive bicep, Thor appears by Steve’s other side, a hand immediately clamping around Mjolnir. “I’ll take that.”

“And I,” Natasha says, sliding around all three men to take Steve’s plate from the table, “will take care of this.”

“What?” Steve says.

The three of them pointedly move away from him, focused on and chatting with Morgan as they go. Steve’s head swivels back and forth and back, before a sharp oh sends his limbs into action, pushing him into a quick jog that follows Tony’s path up to the house.

Tony’s already inside, having disappeared behind the front door. The whole house technically isn’t off-limits to guests, but FRIDAY has been pretty stern about who gets to come in (and even then, only because the garden bathrooms are occupied). She doesn’t say a word when Steve enters, though, so he follows the sound of running water to the kitchen, where Tony is washing his hands in the sink.

“Like an amateur, really,” Tony says under his breath.

“Hey,” Steve says, which doesn’t get much of a response beyond Tony’s increasingly furious scrubbing of his hands. “You want me to get a change of shirt for you?”

“Right,” Tony says, “because you know where my wardrobe is.”

Steve’s face grows warm, but he presses on, compelled by Tony’s not immediately kicking him out. “Would you buy that as a poor excuse to explore your house? Which is very nice, by the way.”

Tony mumbles under his breath. Frowning he may be, but he isn’t actually angry. Steve unfortunately knows what Tony’s anger looks like, and this is more embarrassed annoyance. Tony turns off faucet off and scowls when Steve offers him a drying cloth. He still takes it, though, and after drying his hands, dabs it at his stained shirt.

“Be careful,” Steve says, “your arm—”

“Oh my god, you can’t quit!” Tony exclaims. “You do not know how to quit! Wait, I shouldn’t be surprised by that.”

“Are you upset at me? Morgan’s with Bruce, I didn’t abandon her—”

“Why are you like this now?” Tony’s voice is shrill. “Why are you so wonderful now? Morgan can’t get enough of you, which is bad enough, but now the fight’s over and we did what we needed to do, and you’re still so—you’re so…”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says quietly. “I know, I should’ve done better by you from the very start. But I’m trying, I’m really—”

“That’s not what I…” Tony shakes his head, a rapid side-to-side motion as though the man’s deeply rattled and has to express it physically. He sighs, the sound resigned and exasperated; it’s apparently a prelude to his tossing the dry cloth away and launching himself at Steve.

Tony’s lips are warm and soft and taste of tomato sauce. Steve doesn’t kiss back, too shocked as he is by the motion at all, which is over before he can even process it. His mouth tingles with the aftertaste, and the rest of him tingles at the depth of Tony’s wide eyes, filled as they are with hope and fear and surprise. Steve’s heart goes into double-time.

“Uh,” Tony says.

Steve kisses back. His hands find Tony’s cheeks, his palms brushing Tony’s facial hair in holding him close. Tony’s hands come to Steve’s waist, fingers digging in to the muscle as though making sure that he’s really there. Steve presses in, breathing rapidly through his nose as he does, and finds Tony’s mouth hot and wet and open.

In the deepening of the kiss comes a collective cosmic exhale. There will have to be talking later, which may help slow the dizzy, confused, ecstatic whirl that is in Steve’s brain, but that is later. For now he’s been given a gift, and he is not strong enough to not grab at it with both hands.

“Gonna mess up your shirt—” Tony says against Steve’s jaw.

“Priorities,” Steve says sternly. He comes back in for another kiss and Tony hums an agreement against his lips.

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Maltese Falcon Job

leverage 2.15

Hardison (checking phone): Guys, they are ripping through Nate and Tara's cover stories. All their financials are blown. So look, until I know what they know, no credit cards, no debit cards, no ATMs, nothing that can be traced back to us. OK? Cash in hand only.

- - - - -

Nevins (on phone): No, not a safe house. Interpol wants Culpepper someplace off our system. We're taking him to the Governor Hotel.

Nate: OK, that's it. That's where we're gonna hole up.

Tara: The Governor Hotel?

Nate: Yeah.

Tara: The hotel crawling with FBI?

Eliot: FBI and Interpol.

Nate: Yeah, you know, it's the one place in Boston they won't be lookin' for us. Come on, we just gotta get there first

smart

- - - - -

Tara: Oh, thank God! I just stepped out to get the paper and then my door closed behind me and I tried to find a house phone, but you guys don't have those anymore. (drops towel) Oops.

Man: Uh...

(Eliot and Parker look down the hall, then at each other, then down the hall)

parker, g i r l, close your mouth

they were both slightly Into It™ and you can’t change my mind

- - - - -

Hardison: In-room checkout. (sits down on bed with keyboard) OK, look, this means that I have access to the hotel's billing computers. It's a big ol' backdoor in every hotel room in America. (hacks system) As of right now, we've been here for a week, and our reservations are good for another week, courtesy of this man's platinum card, Mr. Ogden Shields, who has spent a lot of time in the adult section of pay-per-view. I mean, did he even leave the room?

Parker: In-de-panties Day?

~ a few moments later ~

(Parker takes keyboard from Hardison’s hands)

Eliot: All right, I'm gonna go get some keys made. I'm goin' to the gym. Make sure I can charge stuff on the room.

Hardison: I gotcha.

(women moaning on TV)

Parker: Wow, she really wants that car clean.

Hardison: That’s-that's enough of that

parker is baby and hardison wants to protect her from that nastiness

- - - - -

Nate: Why do we care about him?

Hardison: 'Cause he's big on the surplus weapons market.

Eliot: (laughs) That's just a polite way of saying arms dealer.

Tara: His specialty's buying cheap guns from Third World countries and reselling 'em.

- - - - -

Nate: Don't worry about Sterling.

Eliot: Did you just say, "Don't worry about Sterling?"

Nate: Yeah, don't worry about Sterling. What you don't think I can beat Sterling?

Eliot: I think in the last six months, Nate, I've heard you talk about beating the Triads, beating the Russians. All right? Maggie's boyfriend. Huh? How'd that work out? We all said that meet was a bad idea, right? But you got a taste for taking down this Mayor and you can't resist.

Nate: You wanna walk away? Walk away.

Eliot: I'm not walkin' away. It's not my job. My job is to get your back. And, Nate, I'm gonna do it. All the way down. But I need you to do your job.

Nate: And what's that?

Parker: Be Nathan Ford. Be the person we came back for

PARKER BABY she showed emotion I’m so proud of her

- - - - -

(Eliot holds up the piece of paper taken from Bonanno’s house that reads ‘Maltese Falcon’)

Eliot: That's still bugging me, man.

we love to see eliot confiding/leveling with hardison

- - - - -

Parker: Ooh! But, uh, I have mini-bar.

her in the maid outfit with the french accent

+ HER WINK IM GAY

- - - - -

Nate: You help Tara and Parker. I'm gonna stall Sterling.

Hardison: How?

Nate: I'm thinking.

(Sterling gets into an elevator. Nate heads up the stairs, stopping at every floor to push the elevator button. Sterling begins to get irritated when the elevator stops at every floor but never sees Nate, who gets progressively more tired as they go upward)

[Hallway]

(Sterling gets off on the 14th floor. Behind him, Eliot pushes his cart into the elevator. Sterling glances at him but the door closes before he can get a good look. Sterling approaches the door the FBI agents are guarding)

petty and fucking ICONIC I wouldn’t have the stamina for that but neither would nate tbh and honestly he was probably running on pure spite to make that happen and I respect him for that

- - - - -

Parker: Housekeeping!

(she goes inside, pulling her cart in behind her. Once in the room, she finds Tara and Hardison in the window. Hardison is tangled in his line, and Tara is trying to help him)

Hardison: Ow. That's... Stop. Hey, I got this. Stop. I don't need help.

Tara: Clearly you do.

Hardison: I got this. I got this. Go.

LMFAO E V E R Y TIME

we love to see the running bit of hardison utterly FAILING at anything rappelling related

- - - - -

Culpepper: Where are the agents? Where are the agents? There should be two FBI agents standing at the door.

(Eliot walks in with Parker thrown over his shoulder)

Nate: Did you have to?

Eliot: She saw our faces.

Nate: OK. Yeah, put her in the tub with the others.

(Eliot takes her into the bathroom)

- - - - -

eliot can always knock a bitch out with one (1) punch

- - - - -

Sterling: So, I'm gonna make you a deal. You find Kadjic, tie him to the guns, I'll give you a free pass. Just this once, you get to walk away with your record wiped clean.

Nate: My team?

Sterling: They go down. Every last one of 'em. They deserve to go down. They're criminals, Nate. Thieves. So that's the deal. You bring me Kadjic and the guns, and I cut you and you alone loose. Because at the end of the day you're always right. You're not a thief. This is your second chance.

(Sterling picks up the flask and walks away)

this was actually really interesting to see. sterling leveled with nate. he knows nate, knows how he works, thinks he knows who nate really is on the inside. they have a Past™

- - - - -

Nate: Yeah. No. I... I, uh... Listen, I need you to come back. Um... I need you. Uh, I need you.

[Interior Helicopter]

Sophie: No, no, no. Speak up. I'm traveling and...

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Not the team. Me. For me. Not for a con. I just... Listen, I... I don't know who I am anymore, Sophie. And, ah... When, when I was chasing you and everything and we were doing cons, I knew who I was, but not anymore. As crazy as this sounds, I need you to tell me, tell me when I'm goin' too far. I mean, it just... It gets out of control and I just don't know who I am and, and you've always been... .y compass. And, you know, I care about you more than yo-you'll ever know, because I lo... I lo...

lmfao when the signal is lost? tragic

- - - - -

eliot is wearing a flannel in the final scenes

- - - - -

the obama portrait very visible in the background of the government building? we love to see it

- - - - -

eliot DING DONG WE’RE HOME spencer owns my whole (whole) heart

- - - - -

Nate: What are you doing?

Eliot: Countin' all the guys with guns.

Nate: How many?

Eliot: A lot

smart and TOTALLY an eliot thing to do

- - - - -

Parker: Don't worry. No one's ever died going in through an air duct.

Tara: Oh, this is comforting.

Parker: I mean, worst case, you slip and fall. Break your legs. Lay there for days, scratching on the metal. It's like a long, metal coffin with wind. (excited) Let's go!

(Parker runs across the roof)

she’s baby and I love her. never, ever change parker

- - - - -

Computer: Match identified.

Hardison (bending over keyboard): Damn, you finally found something, half-pint?

HE CALLS HIS COMPUTER HALF PINT ??? ICONIC

- - - - -

Hardison: Parker, where are you?

Parker: Sorry, had a buzz from the alarm system, I couldn't hear a... thing. What?

(Parker’s face hardens and she heads for Tara, who is putting the rappelling gear back in the oxygen tank)

Tara: Parker, what's wrong?

(Parker grabs Tara by the throat and pushes her back until she is leaning over the edge of the building)

~~~

Tara: You're really strong.

Parker: Yeah. I hang from buildings with my fingertips.

Tara: It's not what you think. I was setting up a meeting!

Parker: Actually, that was exactly what I was thinking. Bye now.

Tara: Not for myself

- - - - -

ANNIE KROY IS BACK

- - - - -

(Eliot, his hands tied, is being led to some stairs by two goons.)

Man: I'll get the hatch.

(one man moves ahead of Eliot while the other stays behind him. When Eliot doesn’t follow the first man up the stairs, the second pushes him)

Man 2: Come on.

Eliot: Thirteen.

(Eliot and the second man struggle, sending gunfire rifling across the ceiling before the second man is knocked down. The first man comes back and kicks Eliot in the face. Eliot kicks him in return)

Eliot: Come here!

(Eliot swings his hands across the first man’s face, knocking him back)

Eliot: Twelve.

(Eliot knocks the first man out)

Eliot: Eleven.

(Eliot starts up the stairs, but hears someone else coming and waits around a corner. After a brief struggle, he knocks this man out as well and breaks the zip ties on his wrist)

Eliot: Ten. (heads up the stairs

HOOOOO BOY

MARK ME DOWN AS SCARED AND HORNY

also if parker and hardison know what he was doing? they’d be marked down as the same

- - - - -

Tara: All she asked was that I report back to her every now and then. Are we sure this is the fastest way?

Parker: Yeah, look. (looking at car GPS) There's no traffic this way. So, you were spying on us.

Tara: I was not spying. I was an early warning system. Sophie just, she was worried Nate might go off the rails. So, if it ever looked like he was spinning out of control, I was supposed to call and let Sophie lay in a backup plan just in case.

Parker: Yeah. Why not us?

Tara: Because you were too likely to forgive him.

Parker: I suppose gettin’ busted by the FBI and trying to bring down arms dealers while kidnapping a mayor does qualify as out of control.

Tara: So, anyway, I used my contacts to get Sophie set up as a buyer for the guns. You know... You actually had me worried for a second that you were gonna drop me.

Parker (laughs): That is silly

- - - - -

(Hardison is carrying a large monkey wrench and smiling. He hears noises and goes to investigate, seeing Eliot starting up a ladder)

Hardison: Hey. It took you long enough.

Eliot: What?

(Eliot starts toward Hardison, but a man points a gun to his head)

Man: Freeze.

(Eliot grabs the gun and knocks the man out)

Eliot: One.

Hardison: What

hardison if he knew what eliot was doing: hot damn

- - - - -

(the team gathers together. Parker hugs Sophie)

Sophie: Ooh. Parker touching.

Parker: Kinda, yeah.

- - - - -

Eliot: There's not that many ways out of here.

Sophie: Eliot, when I arrange a rescue, I do it properly.

(a helicopter lands on the docks near the ship. The team heads down the stairs, but Nate hesitates, looking down at the blood on his hand from his side. He goes down the ladder to join the team on the lower deck)

- - - - -

Nate: I've destroyed all the evidence the FBI has on Culpepper and Kadjic. You have no photos, no tapes, you don't have anything. You don't have a case on anybody, unless you arrest me. And only me.

Sophie: Nate?

Nate: I agree to turn state's evidence. I testify to what Kadjic told me, how he put the hit on Bonanno. Hell, I'll even give you Bonanno's evidence against the gunrunning.

Eliot: Nate, I can take these guys.

Hardison: It's just ten more yards to the chopper, man.

Nate: Listen, guys. I got you into this mess. This is the only way to get you out.

eliot is still ready to fight for his family no matter what and hardison just wants them to leave because they’re SO CLOSE

- - - - -

Nate: Come here.

(the team moves closer to him)

Nate: You guys are the most honorable people I have ever met in my life. You've become my family. My only family. I won't forget that. (looks at Eliot) Now get 'em on the chopper. Please. Now!

Eliot: Let's go.

(Eliot nudges Parker and she reluctantly heads for the gangplank. Eliot touches Hardison’s arm)

Eliot: Let's go, man.

(Hardison walks away. Eliot hesitates a moment, shaking his head, then follows the others, hesitating at the top of the gangplank near Sterling)

nate trusts eliot, and only eliot, to be the one to be able to get the rest of the team out of there and into the helicopter. he knows eliot and how much he cares for his family and will do anything to make sure they’re safe, and nate is betting on that to get them out of there

eliot has to be the one to make parker and hardison move because they’ll listen to him and also there would be a good chance that they’d try to stay with Nate otherwise

+

his gentle hands leading them away have my whole (whole) heart

- - - - -

(Sophie and Eliot get on the helicopter, Eliot hesitating one last time before getting in)

this hurts eliot so much because he’s the RETRIEVAL SPECIALIST and he’s supposed to get everyone safe and never leave anyone behind I’m-

- - - - -

Agent: Who the hell is this guy?

Sterling: I don't know.

Nate: My name's Nate Ford, and I am a thief.

(more sirens are heard. Nate begins laughing as the helicopter lifts off and more police cars and agents arrive, surrounding Nate and the dock. Nate watches the helicopter fly away)

MAJOR character development for nate this season (2.01 had him refusing that he was a thief and in multiple other episodes in this season)

oh and also, y’all, just like last season, if I had to watch this go down like that with my own two eyes and have that be the end of leverage (because they close every season like it’d be the last) I would have fucking R E V O L T E D

[fortheloveofkuroo]

HAIKYUU AU;

Part 1 Part 2

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

7. Hinata Shouyo

Aweee look at those adorable face TwT

I'm a huge softie for first year tbh like.. WHO DOESN'T.

You know how Hinata supposed to ride his bike trough the mountain for half an hour and nu-uh baby you don't have to do that.

He doesn't mind though, he got his trusty rain coat stored back in his bag.

BUT STILL.

You insist at having the boys staying over night in your house. Watching you and Daichi having an argument it's like watching his parents quarelling.

"What about the others with a far house? Like Hinata, huh?"

DING DING DING! You - 1, Daichi - 0.

Hinata, being the most happy-go-lucky boi he is walks to your house with the most brightest grin.

You two are basically close enough, a lot of the first years really adores you. Because of your motherly side and well, your scary sides sometimes almost scares them more than Daichi's.

But Hinata, boy he is your favorites. He's the most brightest cheerful boy you've ever met and he's just like a baby brother..

To you, at least.

"Na na (Y/n)-senpai, do you have any siblings?" He asked. You nods. "Mhm i have one. He's on junior high. He's about your height." You jokes, knowing so well that Hinata will be pissed about it. And he did, he start complaining and protesting despite the rainy weather.

God you love him so much.

After unlocking the doors, you all entered the house quickly because the weather is just getting more worse. After distributing the towel, you went to bath.

While Hinata and the others busy looking around your house.

"Woaaah.. So this is what a girl's house look like.." he accidentally blurts out his thought. "Well yeah, never see a normal house before?" Tsukishima scoffs.

"Damn it Tsukishima. Shut up!" "Hey don't talk to Tsukki like that!" Yelp Yamaguchi.

After waiting for a bit the boys finally got to shower. Some of the third years showers first so he waits. But his sharp nose picks up something. Something smells delicious. The third years are back from his bath too.

So he follows his instinct and trails the delicious aroma and he ended up in Kitchen. He was about to walk past the Kitchen but then..

His eyes- Oh my for the love of Asahi's beautiful hair. He witness someone's cornering you. He panicks. He saw the gorgeous golden karaage that's been served on the plate and quickly snatch a few of them.

Before any of you could say anything, he bowed so many times and left the kitchen at ungodly speed. Leaving both of you in awkward position.

He was munching the Kaarage only to realized that his face is still in panic state. So he went to the trusty ol' buddy. Kageyama lol.

"What happen? You run into a ghost or somethin? That's what you get for cutting the line dumb-" "Kageyama.. In the kitchen.."

Ah shoot, is he really going to tell him this?

"They were in the kitchen.. They.." But before he could explained, Kageyama already assumed first what he was going to say.. incorrectly.

"Sugawara-san is cornering (Y/n)-san.." he whispered. Maybe his whisper is a tad too loud. Someone might have heard that. Kageyama clench his towel and gets up.

Poor bby tried to stop him but gets thrown away instead. He never know what happen when Kageyama went to the Kitchen. All he want to do now is get to the hot shower and eats.

"Hinata you can go." A voice told him, it was Nishinoya. Hinata thanked him and went to bathroom. Before he can get to the bathroom, he get past the kitchen. Preparing himself to witness another 'intense moment' as he past by.

But he locks eyes with you instead. You eyes was a little gloomy. His heart suddenly got a little pinch when he see your unusual facial expression.

After showering, he went out. Fold his dirty clothes and join the others. Somehow your unusual expression gets him that hard. He hardly can focus on food when you and Sugawara served the main dish.

Of course he still talks and jokes around but you're the only one who noticed that Hinata's not as cheerful when he first enter your house.

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

As usual the two second years that are going after you fights over who's the one who gets to sleep with you.

Untill you pull Hinata from the crowds and grins.

"I choose Hinata, he's like my baby brother so i trust him!" You smiles as you hang your arms on his shoulder. Hinata cannot believe you just did but everyone strangely agrees.

"He's too dumb anyway, he won't do anything weird to (Y/n)-san." Ouch, He heard that.

You leave the door open as you prepare the mattress for him. Ofc he helps too. You two pull the mattress out and prepares it.

"Here's your pillow and blanket. Do you need anything else?" You kindly asked. Hinata shakes his head.

"Kay then, i'll turn off the lights!" Once you cut off the light, the dim room suddenly got so different. You jumped to your bed and wrap yourself in your soft fluffly blanket as you face Hinata's side.

"Hehehe, i feel like sleeping with my brother, it's somehow exciting." You chuckles. Hinata looks up, he tried to find your face in the dim room. Thanks to the moon that unexpectedly shines over you two, you both able to see each others faces.

You're surprised after seeing Hinata's face. He got that serious calm face just like when he about to take over the courts. It sometimes scares you how the loud boy can be so calm yet serious.

"Do i look like that to you, (Y/n)-senpai?" He asked. Sitting right up.

"Huh?"

"Do i really look like your baby brother?" He asked. You jokingly agrees. But when he gets up. You know he's serious now. Oh fuck.

"Did you forget that i'm a boy too?" His fast movement plus the dim room causing you to lower your guards and just in a second, he's already on top of you. Wait how?

"You know.. I saw how Suga-san cornering you like this in the kitchen earlier." He explained. Ah he did witness that.

"Don't treat me like a child, (Y/n)-san. I'm- I'm a man too!" He stated while making a manly face.

You can't help but smiles. Damn, you misunderstand him. You always thought that he just adore you because you're his senpai, turns out you're wrong. He got thus serious yet commited face. And don't forget a lil' flushed cheeks.

"I'm not a kid..." those were his last word before he falls down on your body and fall asleep.

You laughed and hugs him. Hugging him close to your chest.

"Of course you're not, Shouyou.."

8. Tsukishima Kei

Salt boi is here yall

He doesn't bother to say no when you offer him.

"Hah? No thanks. I'm not in the mood for sleepover."

But oh well you insist him to go in the end. And he does.

As expected, Tsukki didn't say much or even complained. Because he kept it inside. Pfft.

"Dang it why do i have to do this?" "i should've decline." "This is just a club, duh." "How many times i have to deal with this bunch of idiots."

"ThIs iS jUst A ClUb"

He places his shoes and went in. Leaving everyone behind and drop himself to your couch.

While everyone are looking at him with the 'what-the-fuck' face and Daichi is ready to beat his ass, but you stopped them.

"It's alright you all. Tsukki is actually visited my house a lot so he gets used to it." You explained and everyone are shooked.

Everyone asked him why did he get to visit your house. He simply shrugs "Our parents are friends with each other."

Everyone never knew that you both are actually childhood friend. Well you and his older brother is. But you consider Tsukki's your childhood friend too because he used to tag along with his older brother and play together with you. Since middle school, he often visits your home. Along with Akiteru.

No one really notice this because of your rare interaction. Sure you often scolds him and talk ti him but no interaction outside the club activity.

While the other are making a ruckus he wondered. "It's been so long after i came here. When was it? Around Junior high i guess? Well, doesn't matter."

"Tsukki! You came here a lot? How come i never know??" Yamaguchi protest. He doesn't believe that his bestfriend is actually close with anyone.

"None of your bussiness Yamaguchi." He simply shut him up and dried his blonde hair.

His eyes wander around your living room. Nothing change since his last visit. He hates to admit it but it brings so much memories.

"Nee-chan, I like you!"

He snaps out. Fuck why is he remembering that now. He takes off his glass and massaged his temple as Hinata rushing back from the kitchen.

It didn't take too long for him to figure out everything because of Hinata's loud whispering. He knows what happen between you and Sugawara in the Kitchen.

It's none of his concern. Or is it?

So he didn't think about it and left to bath. Before he able to enter the bath, you tried to stop him and offer him a clean towel for him but ofc he refuse wdy expect.

Once he shut the door close, gotta admit he kinda hate seeing Sugawara touchy touchy with you. But tch, what's his problem. It's your problem, not his. So what if you date someone from the voleyball club, right?

...Right?

He left the bath feeling a little better and less annoyed. When he's back to the living room he saw how close you are to the senpais. Deep down, it honestly irks him. But oh well.

Just when he place himself infront of the table, you hand him his portion of rice. "Not too much, right? I still remember!" You smiled.

He thanked you then starts to eat. Tsukishima probably is the calmest when eating. While everybody laughs, jokes, and talks he keep quiet and focus on his food. Sure he add a littlr insults here and there but it doesn't distract him from his focus.

You love that side of Tsukishima. If only he can take Voleyball that serious, you thought to yourself.

After cleaning up and washing the dishesh, it's time to sleep.

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

Again, Tsukishima already prepared himself for sleeping anywhere. Anywhere is fine really. He just want to call it a night. Sleeping with you? It's out of his boundaries. He can never do that-

"Tsukishima? You alright?" Your voice snaps him out.

"Huh oh, me?"

"Yeah. You seems spacing out a lot lately." Tsukishima denies, only to realize that he's in your room and no one is around him.

"Wait. Where's everyone?" He wonder. You laughs. "They've gone to sleep. And you should too, Tsukki." You tap his back, giving him a little rub.

After you pulled the mattress out, Tsukishima helps you with the sheet and stuff. He didn't say a word. Is he okay, you always wonder.

"Can you turn the lights off, please?" You ask him. He reach for the lights and turns it off. When darkness hits you. It's like you're in a different room.

10 minute have passed and none of you made any sound. Ony the sound of your body turning over and over and the soft blanket.

"What is it? Can't sleep?" Tsukishima suddenly spoke out. You're kinda surprised a little. But you nods.

"Hey, don't you remember our first sleepover?-" "I didn't. Goodnight." He cuts you off and turns his back on you. Guess he's that tired afterall.

For god sake you've tried to close your eyes arpund hundred thousand times. But it won't. Tsukishima presence is making you hard to behave.

You face him. Looking over his broad back. He grew so fast. You barely stands a chance. You remember how you and him used to compare your height and he beats you. You remember how he used to play with you and Akiteru will suggest a weird yet fun ideas. And how that day, he... confess to you.

You snaps out when you feel a sudden hit in your hand. You look over to him and find his eyes looking at you. "Are you okay? Staring at the ceiling, not blinking for almost a minute now. I'm almost having a heart attack." He said followed with a laugh of yours.

"Sorry, reminiscing old times."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, our old times."

He suddenly became quiet again. You turn over him and rest your head at the corner of the bed. "Why.. Are you avoiding me?" Tsukishima scoffs. "Avoiding you? When?" "3 summers ago. When we're having our first sleepover. And you..."

Your heart and brain are niw deciding whether you should remind him or not. Not noticing your body being so close to the edge and boom.

You fell right trough to his body. What a coincidence right. "What the- Get off me!" He pushed you off. Ouch..

You sits on his bed. Your heart is still aching from him raising his voice. You looks away.

"Do you hate me that much? I tried to talk to you but you never listen." Tsukki looks over to you. His blurry gaze didn't help so he sits right up too and faces you.

"What is your problem? Can't you just sleep quietly?" "I cannot!" "Well then stop bothering me!" ..He might have gone too far.

Is that you've been doing? Bothering him..?

Ah fuck, never knew getting told off like this will hurt your heart that much.

"Fine, Sorry. I'll stop." You climbs up to your bed. Ignoring your aching heart you decided to close your eyes.

Until you feel a warm presence behind you. You know it's him. "What are you-" "Shut up and listen. Don't cut me off and let me finish." He stated. Your silence showing that you agrees.

"I still remember our first sleepover. I remember how we can't sleep untill 2. While Akiteru-nii is sleeping, we talk and jokes until the night goes away. But one thing that i want to forget that night is when i..." he stops for a while, seems lost. His left hand is resting on your waist. You holds his hand. Calming him.

"When i confess to you. I want to erase that memory from my mind but lucky me huh, we met again. So it's a fail." You turn around and cups his face. "..Are you assuming that night that i rejected you, Kei?" He didn't expect this. What the hell?

You chuckles, seeing his clueless face is funny. "You stupid giraffe. It's my first confession dummy. I don't know how to react so i just left you off and sleep without thinking about it. But now that i think about it.." your cheeks heating up. Ah shit.

You two are so close. There's barely any distance left. His arms suddenly pushed you into his hug. Resting your head in his chest.

"In case you want to know. My feelings haven't change a slightest."

9. Yamaguchi Tadashi.

Look at that. You've been blessed by his precious smile.

Cutie didn't want to bother you at first. But Tsukki's joining so why not?

As you already know, the first year are well obsessed? Not really, but all of them put you in a special place in their heart.

Especially for Yamaguchi.

You know his struggle. His pain. His grieve when he failed that pinch serve.

You're the one who calms him down and be there for him. His panic, he almost burst out to tears and he did, he tried to leave but you stopped him and hugs him while he's crying like a baby in your hug.

And of course after that he developed a huge crush on you.

He's amazed on how you're able to handle most of them from the craziest, loudest one to the saltiest and quietest one.

When he step into your house, he barely even realize that his face shows how happy he is. Spending a night in your house, what is this a dream?

'Till he found out that his bestfriend, Tsukishima is your childhood friend. And he never knew anything. At. All.

"Tsukki? You came here a lot? How come i never knew??" And as usual Tsukishima shuts him up

He lost a little bit of his hope. Poor baby :(

You and Yamaguchi is always a good.. friend? I mean you both comfort each other. But being their Senior and their Manager, it's your job right?

But then he heard that Sugawara-senpai is- what? Cornering you? What is going on?

His heart immediately panicks and over-thinking.

It's true that everyone want to have you, but.. He cannot lose. He won't.

For a whole day he keeps himself quiet. More quiet than the usual. From the bath to dinner. And you don't even notice. Weird, usually you notice right away.. But oh well, he can talk to you later, right?

And the time came.

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

His heart jolts up. His chance for talking to you.

He locked eyes with you. Hoping you notice him. But.. You didn't. And in the end, you decided to sleep alone. Shoot. "There goes my chance." He thought.

The coldness in the living room is not comfortable at all. His mind is still going around on you, you, and only you. He need to talk to you. So he made up his mind.

He sloowly make his way to your room. Knocking it lightly to inform you. But no answer. A minute has passed since the last knock went on your door. "She's probably asleep.." But the door's open. And he got a glimpse of you in your bed. Getting sleepy but still a little awake.

Then your eyes met. Yamaguchi squeak and tried to run away. "Wait! Yamaguchi!" And he freezes on the spot. You walk over and opens the door.

"What is it?" Your gentle smile flies is a cure for his worries and thoughts.

"I-I.. But you already asleep, i shouldn't bother you, I'm sorry.."

"No no! It's alright. Come here." You says with a smiles. God his heart feel at ease. He quietly walk closer and enter your room.

He's embarassed and it shows. His fidgety moves and the sweaty palms.

You pull the mini mattress below your bed and Yamaguchi immediately helps you. You both then sits on top of it.

"What is it you want to talk, hm?" You look over to the shy boy. He let out a sigh and then his arms wraps around you. You're quiet a bit surprise seeing him hugs you first. Usually you're the one who hugs him first if he's having a breakdown.

"Let me recharge, senpai.." Yes. You're his source of battery. Being around you or near you giving him energy that will make him last a whole day.

"Sure thing, Tadashi." You ruffles his dark green hair. You can feel his breath tickling your neck. And it's the time. "Okay now, go to sleep-" "No. Wait, don't pull away.. Not yet." He hugs you tighter, not letting you go.

"You're warm, Senpai.. And you look really cute in that pajamas." He whispered to your ears. Causing your face to turns into a blushing mess.

"What the hell Tadashi, when did you learn to sweet talk like this, huh?!" You hit his head lightly.

"Ow! I didn't, i mean it.." the boy green haired boy rubs his head as he snuggles to you.

"I know Tadashi. And it works."

Hey hey hey! FINALLY DONEEE! Oh my enjoy everybody. And remember, stay save!

[fvckyouimaprophet]

Greek myth asks! Artemis, Ares, Hestia, Pegasus, Centaur, Satyr, Winged Sandals, Styx, Athuna, and Troja!

Artemis: What do you first notice about new people?

Hmm, honestly it depends? Voice and hair maybe?

Ares: What’s a big pet peeve of yours?

Ooh, I have a lot of aversion to certain repetitive sounds. But that’s definitely like an overstimulation thing. So if we’re talking about more general pet peeves, I’d say people who can’t clean up after themselves in basic ways. A former roommate’s boyfriend would leave his shoes in the hallway, and I’d trip and fall over them in the middle of the night if I went to the bathroom. Another roommate didn’t know how to throw shit away, and there was a legitimate moat of trash around the trash can. My office was in a WeWork, and I’ve seen people leave their mugs near the sink but not in it. They’re small things, but they’re pretty indicative of a general lack of inconsideration, tbh. 

Hestia: Where do you consider home?

Currently Brooklyn, NY. I love it, but boy does it make me want to pull my hair out sometimes.

Pegasus: Last movie you watched?

Batman Forever. I watched it this weekend, and, as a home of sexual, I gotta say that... I genuinely loved it. 

Centaur: Last book you read?

How to Be an Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi. I read it for my work’s bookclub. Idk. It was fine. It genuinely tries to cover racism from every angle in a very overarching way. It also argues that you can be racist towards whites. Apologies in advance if it’s not my place to say, but it just felt like it had a white audience in mind.

Satyr: Last time you couldn’t stop laughing?

Yesterday maybe? I’ve been watching Community while high, and it’s been a blast.

Winged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends?

Honestly, I’m all about that ~food is a love language~ sort of thing. I love sitting around with food and maybe drinks and just sharing stories. It’s nothing super exciting, but there’s just something about the experience of chilling in your living room at 11pm laughing and talking shit that feels like the Queer Experience.

Styx: How would you like your life to look like in 10 years?

I’d love to work at a queer-specific non-profit in 10 years. I want to be comfortable enough to travel with my partner 2-3 times a year and have a 2-bedroom apartment. We have two cats, and I’m writing plays again and maybe have had one staged in a really low-key way.

Athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be?

My partner was born and raised in NYC, so they’ve already told me that we’re staying here until we die, lol. We’re probably gonna move to GA for a few years to be near my parents, but I honestly don’t have any preference. And NYC is not a bad place to live for the rest of my life.

Troja: What is the craziest thing you wanna do before you die?

I don’t really have any super whacky ambitions. I want to see the northern lights in Iceland at some point. Does that count?

Send me an ask based on Greek mythology.

[sugarxbeanie]

Thank you so much for the tags, @stuff-of-pi and @lemon-astra, this was fun!!

What is the color of your hairbrush? Pink!

A food you never eat? Escargot🤮 I’ll only try it when I finally go to Paris, just to try it authentically, but odds are I probably won’t like it then either lol

Are you typically too hot or too cold? I get too hot easily, but my hands and feet are always cold. So, like @stuff-of-pi said, someone pls cuddle me, but like... in an air-conditioned environment?😂

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Watching The Witcher with my lil sis😊

What’s your favorite candy bar? Three Musketeers!

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yep, a few! Most notably a few Nats baseball games and a Packers football game.

What is the last thing you said out loud? “You good?” (I heard a thud in my sister’s room but she just tripped over nothing lol)

What is your favorite ice cream? Peanut butter and chocolate😋

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water, gotta stay hydrated!

Do you like your wallet? Yeah! I actually got a new one like a month ago, it’s small, black, and pretty compact, unlike my old one.

What was the last thing you ate? A fortune cookie🥠

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Tbh all the days sort of blend together during quarantine, so I can’t remember exactly when it was, but I bought a new pair of blue ripped mom jeans recently, and I love them sm

The latest sporting event you watched? Ngl, I can’t remember the last one I watched.

What’s your favorite popcorn flavor? If we’re talking classic popcorn flavors, just butter and salt🍿

Who was the last person you sent a text message to? My friend Kira

Ever go camping? Not outside of my backyard haha

Do you take vitamins? Yep, Flintstone Vitamins with iron, cuz ya girl’s borderline anemic. Thanks, periods.

Do you go to church every Sunday? Nope, I’m an atheist lol

Do you have a tan? No, and I usually don’t cuz I don’t tan very well

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Depends. If we’re talking the stereotypical, lower quality versions of each, I’d say Chinese food.

Do you drink your soda with a straw? No, I drink it straight out of the can/bottle, I’m not a heathen😂

What color socks do you usually wear? Black

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? Usually a few over, yeah. Only 5 or more over on the interstate to keep up with traffic or when I’m in a big rush.

What terrifies you? Being unimportant, unloved, unsuccessful, and unhappy in life

Look to your left. What do you see? My room’s giant ass window to our front yard and the bottom of our cul de sac

What chore do you hate? Cleaning my sister and I’s bathroom vanity🤢

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Steve Irwin, one of the counselors from my international summer camp, and Brenton Thwaites lmao

What’s your favorite soda? Cream soda🍺

Do you go in a fast food place, or just hit the drive thru? Usually just the drive thru!

Favorite cut of beef? Filet mignon

Who’s the last person you talked to? My sister

Last song you listened to? “Toss a Coin to Your Witcher” from The Witcher (can you tell I’m obsessed?😂)

Last book you read? If we’re talking the last book I read in its entirety, that would be Red, White, and Royal Blue❤️ (another one of my obsessions - I’d highly recommend it)

Favorite day of the week? Saturdays are my personal day where I can do what I want, but I like Fridays because they’re exciting. I don’t think I can choose lol

Can you say the alphabet backwards? I mean, probably? But it would take some effort and it would be pretty slow.

How do you like your coffee? My regular daily coffee has cream and sugar, but when I get coffee while I’m out, I usually go for mocha of some sort, be it a frappuccino, iced coffee, latte, etc.

Favorite pair of shoes? My Doc Martens, ofc🖤

At what time do you normally go to bed? During quarantine and over the summer, 12:30-1. During the school year, 12ish.

At what time do you usually get up? During quarantine/over the summer, I usually get OUT of bed at 10:00ish. During the school year, around 7:30.

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? Sunrises🌅

How many blankets are on your bed? Three!

Describe your kitchen plates. Our usual ones are ceramic with various leaves, berries, and other fruit painted on them.

Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? As someone who is 17 and has consumed very little alcohol, I’m gonna have to say no, not yet lol

Do you play cards? Yeah, occasionally! Poker’s fun, but I also really love games like Caps and Spit.

What color is your car? White🤍

Can you change a tire? ...theoretically. In reality... probably not😂

What is your favorite state/providence? New York, baby!🏙

Favorite job you’ve ever had? None so far, cuz I don’t count my last “job” as a real job anyways. Who knows when I’ll find one now, with corona and all😬

How did you get your biggest scar? I tried to jump the curb with my bike while going pretty fast and didn’t pull it up high enough, so I flew off and tried to break my fall on my elbow lol.

What did you do today that made someone else happy? I think I’ve done well on my exams so far (I had my third one today), somehow including Calc, which I’m still kinda shook about lmao. I think it’s made my whole family happy just cuz I’ve been stressing over all of it for so long.

I nominate @ravenclaw-has-claws @asktheboywholived @sirussly @askyourlocalhufflepuff @ask-dromeda @prettylestrange @hannahsbadnailart and anybody else who wants to answer these random questions!!

[talkingismylifewrites]

So I saw in one of your replies you came up with a mob boss au. Would you ever write it and put it on A03 cos I would LOVE to read it. Also please say John's the mobster who's like "if you mess with Roger you'll die" so a rival gang kidnap Roger to blackmail John. But then Roger turns out to be trained in combat and beats the shit out them all and escapes and when John hears he's just like "I fucking warned you not to mess with him!"

okay this is a) a long time coming and b) was born from me watching all of narcos in like...a week

in fact, it legit started with me texting lo “maybe i’ve been watching too much narcos but.....” 

okay so our story begins with the knowledge that roger’s dad ran the mob

like roger is his heir and his son and his dad is the Big Kingpin

john’s dad is a shitty little lackey who has waaaaaaay too many debts so he grew up in the mob?? but lower ranks

and john sorta started getting involved when he was like 10 or so bc no one looks twice at the nicely groomed white kid right? and his dad was Desperate

and like he and roger had this whole Star Crossed Lovers shit bc a) roger was Not Allowed to be Gay and b) they weren’t ever supposed to have even met like completely different pay grades

BUT roger overheard him arguing with his dad over a better way to do a job that would be less dangerous and way harder to track but he got brushed off with a “the boss is always right you don’t argue john it’ll get you killed”

but rog was like.... shit no that’s WAY better

and ended up dropping a few lines to find out who this kid is cause... he’s smart and smart goes far right

like u gotta look Out for the smart ones, he knows that, his dad taught him that

(with backhands and cruel fists while teaching him chess, that one night in the barrel when he fucked up a simple plan when he was 13...)

(like rog is smart he’s just not Great at compartmentalization. so his plans start out great but go off the railed as he gets excited/pissed off) but like johns smart he picks up when he’s suddenly being tailed and is like Ok What Did I Do to one of them

and the guy panics and takes him straight to roger who is like..... how did u fuck up a simple tail, Jesus Christ

but yeah like he and john end up having a sort of clandestine friendship of sorts? in which roger essentially brings half baked plans to him and john Fixes them

which sorta turns into mutual pining

john is like this is my angry mob boss son best friend and roger’s like this is my evil genius best friend who kills people

but yeah basically roger’s dad keeps beating him when things go wrong, even if its not his fault

John is observant okay he was noticing the direct correlation between roger “getting jumped” and plans going wrong

So when it’s one of his??? That goes tits up (and tbh it wasn’t even like a bad screw up they just had a witness who was taken care of the next day) and roger like slinks into Johns apartment/office with the break down for John and his eyes is swollen completely close and he’s got a fat lip the size of a strawberry John immediately is ready for murder

And roger never admits it’s his dad???? who’s beating him???

because Taylors Should Be Better

Because why would he? It’s embarrassing but also it’s happened his whole life it’s expected of a mob bosses son (think the Baba Yaga scene in John wick 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻)

which then turns into john pounding him into the mattress and promising no one will Ever land a hand on him again when he turns up one time with a battered to hell face because something went Wrong on one of the plans (which. extra emotional effect bc it was one of johns)

and like a month later roger’s dad is mysteriously found shot dead

cuz John mentally is like okay. Plan Ides of March is a go. Moving it up three years he’s getting taken out tomorrow

And John KILLS ROGER’S DAD IN COLD FUCKING BLOOD

the only??? person??? roger would EVER take that from is his dad

like johns heard the stories about roger taking out men twice his size yeah? but roger never has any defensive wounds on his hand

John knows that roger can and will defend himself

He’s seen him in action

But he never raises a hand against his dad when he straight up could kill him with one hand tied behind his back

so john figures it out and a month later roger’s dad is dead 

and now they need a leader?? another boss

and they look to roger, but roger is like no

he knows himself well enough, he is not strong enough in terms of planning and plotting, he’s a good action man but not strategist

that’s john

so roger steps aside and is like john is going to run the show

obvi there’s a power void and there’s basically civil war but with roger’s ruthlessness and john’s genius they fucking take all the little fractions down and they take them down HARD

john sits on his throne with roger standing over his shoulder, knuckles bloodied and grin wicked

and everyone knows if you fuck with roger??? you fuck with john

and vice versa

once, roger got shot on a mission and it was like, the one time?? john loans him out for a plan that wasn’t his

and he’s fine it’s just a graze but John and him in their bathroom and Johns like hyper focused on cleaning the wound and he furious and harsh and is like you fucking dumbass did no one teach you to duck?? You fool you dumb piece of shit

and roger just gently cradles john’s face in his hands and lifts his head to look at him and kisses him so gently and he’s like it’s okay, i’m fine, i’m here

and john’s like you are never going on any raid or plan or anything that i have not PERSONALLY vetted 

the next day, the guy who’s plan it was is sniveling and apologizing on his knees in front of John and Roger; it was an accident, he says

and johns like “it’s okay. i understand, these things happen.”

and then just blank eyed shoots him in the femur

“these things just happen, you understand?”

roger just smiles from behind him, doesn’t even flinch in the aftermath

john and roger rule with an iron fist until one day things go tits up

and roger ends up taking the fall for john, and he gets sent to jail

john, in retaliation, goes on the warpath

Because he’s totally turned around the family business they’ve gone more corporate and it’s more like s legit business now?? They still kill people and rob and shit but they’re not monsters or criminals

And they give money back into the neighborhood and shit and donate to charity and kiss babies blah blah blah

But the authorities are like we need to show our strength against these villains so Rogers looking at like 25years to life

And John just kinda is like okay cool I can fix this

And it’s the biggest campaign ever he’s got the best lawyers on retainer he’s blackmailing people left and right he’s buying witnesses and finding loopholes like he’s fucking working the system and he’s gonna get roger out even if it kills him because in his eyes it was His Fault

Roger is like your honor clearly there’s been some sort of mistake

Because the only thing that places him there is a grainy cell phone video and a witness that’s not exactly clean

So like the case isn’t solid

But it’s enough for a trial like most of it is circumstantial

And John is like I would kill the whole world for you and Rogers like sounds excessive but same

the difference between roger and john is that john would kill the whole world for roger after sitting down and planning the whole thing for several weeks. roger would kill the whole world for john and not remember doing it after (though still probably not regret it)

Roger would act first think later

And John would be like oh I planned it all out two years ago in the shower

Just in case

so roger gets sent to jail and john just...looses it

like he has to get yanked off of miami when the verdict is read of two years sentencing because its not technically miami’s fault??? its just shitty

and meanwhile, roger is getting dragged off to jail and he’s like don’t worry, babe, it’s gonna be fine

(it both is and isn’t)

roger shows up in jail and within a week he’s running the joint, he’s got lackeys and he’s paid off the guards and its basically a vacation

meanwhile john is just burning his competition to the ground, he’s making people rue the day they ever crossed him

(they TOTALLY get conjugal visits that last longer than uhhhh usual)

bc you betcha ass they’d be So fucking possessive of one another. like roger rules that prison with an iron fist 

anyways, miami appeals on the basis of circumstantial, and he basically proves that legit ANYONE else could have done it and this is clearly railroading and obviously roger is innocent

and after 8 months, he walks

when he gets out???? john is there to pick him up

they drive off to a safe house outside of the city and they had wicked crazy dangerous hot sex and its just insanity

and when they come back??? 

its like people know to just flee when they see them

john, mob boss and kingpin, and roger his dangerous and beautiful second in command 

also freddie is roger’s bff, miami is their lawyer, and crystal is roger’s bodyguard who always gets into more trouble than roger but he once took a bullet for roger so he’s chill

ps anyone tries to kidnap roger??? gets dealt with a) by roger and if roger manages to let them get away then b) john. you’d rather be dealt with by roger, and not john

[amehanaaa]

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

The Nalu fluff makes my heart squeeze. This has gotta be my favorite chapter just because of that reason tbh.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story! You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. (Also can be read here.)

Chapter 7 – Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 Words: 4713 Summary: Lucy and Natsu are determined to take the necessary steps to fulfill their lifetime dreams. Little do they know, they have both given themselves 10 days to achieve it. 

Lucy nearly forgets where she is the next morning. Her eyes open to a spinning ceiling fan as she lies on her back. Because of the weight next to her, she is caught in the middle of the bed.

She wants to stretch her arms in the air but is pressed down on the firm mattress. She hears sleep-induced mumbles beside her. While she turns her head to the sound, she has to suppress her yelp.

Natsu’s face is centimeters away, securely trapping her with a protective arm draped over her waist. She isn’t sure if it’s worth moving since it’d probably wake him up. However, the urge to empty her bladder is too much to ignore.

Little by little, she attempts to shift to the side of the bed. If she is careful enough, his arm should slide off her waist. Her leg loosely dangles off the bed when she hears him stir. She freezes and sneaks a glance at him, but it’s too late.

“Running away?” Natsu asks, his deep voice soaked in seven hours of sleep. He sets her free by using his hands to rub his eyes. Once he’s finished, he sends her a gentle smile.

Lucy’s heart has never softened faster. Although he has the worst bedhead she has ever seen, his sweet smile is enough to make up for it.

“Your eyes are lighter in the morning,” she says with her voice also rougher than usual.

“Yours are, too.” He reaches over and pokes her forehead, causing her to giggle.

“I don’t remember the last time I didn’t wake up to an alarm,” she admits.

“Same, actually,” he agrees. “Should we look at the time?”

Lucy lifts her head to look over Natsu and at the clock. As her eyes read the time, she presses her lips together and shakes her head.

“Do I want to know?” he asks.

“You don’t,” she responds. Now that her bladder is about to burst, she sits up and stretches her arms above her head.

Natsu watches her, noticing how the sunlight sparkles across her skin. He feels the desire to reach out and touch her but doesn’t get the chance due to her scampering away.

By the time she is back from the bathroom, he has already made the bed. After taking his own look at the clock and reading that it’s almost eleven, he didn’t want to waste any more time.

“Oh, thanks,” she says after seeing the bed.

“No problem.” He holds onto a stack of his clothes. “You can get dressed in here. Once we’re ready, we can get breakfast somewhere.”

“More like lunch,” she comments.

Natsu chuckles. “Yeah, that sounds better, anyway.”

After he closes the door, Lucy reaches for her phone to check for the weather. However, as she turns on her phone, she is met with a flood of text messages from Levy, emails from Erza, and social media notifications.

“It’s going fine,” Lucy texts Levy back. “I’ll tell you everything when I get back.”

She ignores Levy’s immediate responses while getting dressed. She wants to remind Levy that it was her idea for them to have quality time without distractions, but she decides to not reply.

“You can come in,” Lucy calls out once Natsu knocks on the door.

Once he enters the room, the two stare at one another for a few seconds. They simultaneously release a laugh.

“How did we end up matching?” he asks with amusement.

She shrugs with her own entertained smile. Lucy wears a baby blue blouse while Natsu wears a baby blue t-shirt. They also both wear dark pants; they look more like a couple than ever before.

“We can leave now.” He beckons her to follow him downstairs.

“Wait, Natsu,” she stops him. “Do you think we could leave our phones here?”

She isn’t sure how he’s going to react as he pauses. Her eyes follow him as he takes his phone out of his pocket and tosses it on the bed. She grins and does the same.

“As long as one of us has a watch, we’ll be fine,” Natsu says as they go downstairs.

The air feels fresh on their skin when they step outside. Even though they’re still in Magnolia, the weather here is much cooler.

“We’re not far from the beach,” Natsu explains, answering her thoughts.

“I’ve never been on this side of Magnolia,” Lucy admits.

“You’re in for a treat, then,” he responds as he hops on the bike. “I haven’t been around in a while, so some parts will be new to me, too.”

Joining him on the bike, they move at a much more relaxed speed. Natsu does it on purpose, so they can take in their surroundings as they drive. It’s not long until they enter a parking lot to a diner.

“You love diners, don’t you?” she points out as he parks.

“I’m old-fashioned, remember? This diner is the reason why it’s my favorite.”

Lucy’s expectations instantly increase as they open the door to the diner. The entrance bell has only rung twice when Natsu is recognized by the workers.

“Welcome back, Natsu,” a waitress approaches them with a warm smile. “Who is this you have with you?”

“Hey, Mirajane. This is Lucy.”

Lucy mindlessly blinks as she connect gazes with the waitress. She is blown away by how stunning she is.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Lucy eventually returns to her senses. She gives Mirajane a handshake, glancing at Natsu to already find him nodding.

“Go ahead.” He waves her off. “Ask her all the questions you have. I’ll get us a table.”

“Thanks.” Lucy can’t hold back her excitement. “How long have you been working here, Mirajane?”

“Almost ten years now,” she responds, reflecting on the number as she speaks. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The number also catches Lucy by surprise. “How old are you?” she blurts out.

“I turn 28 at the end of this year,” Mirajane answers. “I started working here as soon as I graduated high school. I needed to look after my siblings instead of going to college.”

“How many siblings do you have?” Lucy asks.

“I have a younger brother and sister.” Mirajane’s eyes light up as she mentions them. “They’ve already finished school, but I decided to just stay and work here. Lisanna lives with me, anyway.”

Lucy pauses, recognizing the name from a few days ago. She searches her memories until she remembers that it was Gray who said that name—she is the one who Natsu broke up with in college. At the time, Lucy didn’t care too much. But now, she can’t help but wonder about his past life.

“Do you want to do anything else?” Lucy questions before her mind wanders too far away.

Mirajane hums, tapping her cheek in thought. “That’d be nice. I haven’t thought much about it, since I love Lisanna too much to move away.”

“There’s plenty of work in Magnolia,” Lucy tells her. “Would you ever want to do modeling?”

“I’ve considered that, actually,” Mirajane nods. “How did you know that? Did Natsu tell you?”

“No, I just thought it’d suit you,” Lucy assures. “I’m sure an opportunity for you to model will come up if it’s meant to be.”

“I receive that!” Mirajane proclaims. “I should look into it. Thank you for taking the time to get to know me, Lucy. I need to go back to working now.”

“Thank you for letting me ask you questions.” Lucy sends her a smile. With a wave, she joins Natsu at the table.

“I’ll never understand your interest in strangers,” he scoffs as she slides into the booth.

“There’s too much to not be interested in,” she shoots back.

She directs her eyes to read the single menu that they share. Although the words for Natsu are upside down, he doesn’t mind. He already knows exactly what he wants.

“The sandwiches here are better than the other diner we went to,” he mentions, hesitating before he finishes. “All of them have meat in them, though.”

“I want to try them,” she responds, causing him to lift a brow.

“You don’t have to—”

“I don’t care if it messes with my digestion,” she interrupts him. “I want to try them.”

Natsu nods in understanding. Lucy looks up to send him an assuring smile, stopping for just a second. As the sunlight pours through the windows diner and illuminates his features, her heart squeezes. He’s beautiful.

She clenches her fists under the table. If there’s anything that she wants to do right now, it is to come clean with everything—from white lies to blatant lies. She wants to tell him that this is the real her. The girl who cares for others, wants to try everything, and isn’t as self-centered as he has seen her to be.

But most of all, she wants to apologize for everything she has put him through.

However, she forces herself to swallow back her apologies. It would be best to tell him once the ten days are over. That way, there wouldn’t be a reason to see each other again. With that in mind, Lucy decides it would be best to cherish these next three days.

Soon enough, Mirajane sets two plates on the table. Natsu and Lucy send her a grateful smile before digging in.

“Wow,” Lucy gasps as soon as she takes her first bite. “This chicken sandwich is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he says in between bites. “I used to come here all the time in college.”

“With Lisanna?” she asks before she can stop herself.

Natsu pauses mid-chew. He slowly begins to nod. “Yeah, it was our weekly thing to do together. Mirajane would give us discounts after a certain time.”

Lucy takes another bite of her sandwich. It’s easy to slip into jealousy, but she prevents herself from doing so. She wants to not only know Natsu’s past, but also understand it—just like she would with anyone else.

“Did you always get the Italian?” she asks.

“I used to get something different every night,” Natsu answers. “But once I met the Italian, I couldn’t go back.”

A laugh escapes Lucy’s lips. “It’s definitely one of the best.”

There’s a beat of silence between them as they eat their sandwiches.

“How do you always do that?” Natsu asks randomly.  

“Do what?” Lucy tilts her head curiously.

“When you ask questions, you never judge the person’s answers.” Natsu’s eyes swirl with admiration as he speaks. “You always make the person feel accepted by your follow up responses.”

Heat crawl up her neck at the affirmation. “I-I’m just curious about everyone.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Natsu guarantees. “I really appreciate that of you.”

Lucy can’t help but avert her gaze back to her sandwich. She raises her eyes when he speaks up again.  

“How about we check out the pier after this?”

“Let’s do it. When was the last time you went?”

“At least three years ago. I’m sure a lot has changed.”

Both of them are eager to head towards the pier, so they speed up their eating. Once they have finished their meal, Lucy makes sure to leave a generous tip on the table for Mirajane.

As they cruise to the pier, they can feel the breeze of the ocean. Even better, the pier is only occupied by a handful of middle-aged women out on early afternoon walks. This gives Natsu and Lucy plenty of space to drive around.

They eventually stop at a bench that faces the water. Setting the bike on park, the two sit and gaze at the water.

“I feel like I can stare at the water for hours,” Natsu reveals, his eyes settled on the waves crashing against nearby rocks.

“It’s so refreshing,” Lucy breathes out. “I can hardly believe we’re still in Magnolia.”

They continue to view the soothing ocean, basking in a comfortable silence. They’re both relieved neither of them brought their phones.

Knowing herself, Lucy would want to take plenty of pictures. Knowing himself, Natsu would ask a question about the ocean that would cause him to search up some facts.

Without their phones, they have no choice but to focus on the present moment in front of them. Neither of them can remember what it was like to simply be like this.

“Hey,” Lucy speaks up after a while. “Why don’t you teach me how to ride your motorcycle?”

Natsu laughs before he can stop himself. “You think you could?”

“It’s like riding a bike, right?” she remarks, standing up from the bench and examining the bike.

“That’s your first mistake.” He places his hands on his hips and stares at her mindless pokes at parts of the bike. “It took me months until I got the rhythm of riding it.”

“Because of your motion sickness?” Lucy cracks a grin.

Natsu gapes at her. “Who told you—Oh, wait. How do you even remember someone told you that at the station?”

She sends him an oblivious shrug. “Well, I don’t have any problems with motion sickness. And I’m open to new experiences. Let’s try it!”

“No one will ever understand,” Natsu grumbles while patting the bike seat. “Let’s just practice sitting on it. I’ll go behind you.”

Lucy swings her right leg over the bike and wraps her hands around the handlebars. Now that it’s in front of her, she feels intimidated. But what makes her feel safe is Natsu’s chest behind her.

“The clutch is on your left and the brake is on your right,” he explains by pointing at each handlebar.

Lucy concentrates as best as she can as Natsu continues explaining the rest of the motorcycle. She didn’t think it was going to be this detailed, but she decides to take this as a learning moment.

“Do you think you understand?” He double-checks. “I can re-explain everything if you need me to.”

“No, I think I got it,” she assures him. “The shifting gears part seems difficult, but we’ll give it a try.”

“I trust you, Luce,” he responds.

The nickname causes Lucy to turn over her shoulder with a smile. Hearing it for the second time sounds just as sweet as the first. His encouragement is also enough to make her more at ease.

Natsu returns her smile with a nod. “Try it now.”

Lucy takes a deep, steady breath to return her focus on the bike. She moves slowly, mentally reciting all of his directions. The bike rumbles beneath them as she turns on the engine.

She isn’t sure if it’s going to end up in a disaster, but she gently releases the clutch and lets the bike roll forward. She holds her breath as they begin to move.

“You’re a natural!” Natsu encourages her, the wind skimming across their skin.

“I’ve always wanted to do this!” Lucy proclaims in delight.

She drives from one side of the pier to the other, but she suddenly realizes she doesn’t know how to turn. Before she creates the disaster that she fears, she calmly brings the bike to a stop.

“Why did you stop?” he asks.

“I don’t know how to turn.” She tries to hide her disappointment. She is sure that Natsu won’t want to continue teaching her.

“Well, we have all day for you to learn.”

Natsu’s words cause the edges of Lucy’s lips to rise into a grin. She doesn’t know if she has ever taken a day with someone to simply spend their time together. It’s more freeing than she thought it could be.

Throughout the rest of the afternoon, the two focus on getting comfortable enough on the bike to coast around. Surprisingly, Lucy is a natural. She learns fast enough to even bring them to a nearby ice cream stand.

“Ready for your next challenge?” Natsu offers as they finish their waffle cones.

Lucy raises a brow. “What?”

“Drive us back home.”

Her eyes widen, but she catches the keys that he flings to her. Normally, she wouldn’t feel ready to drive a vehicle that she just learned how to maneuver. However, the power of spontaneity is too strong to resist.

Just like that, she is driving them back. It’s golden hour, which allows their skin to shimmer with the evening sky. It isn’t long until Lucy rolls into the driveway and smoothly parks the bike.

“Looks like you’ll be driving us back to central Magnolia tomorrow,” Natsu teases her as he hops off.

“That’s definitely not happening!” she exclaims.

The two can already feel their flushed skin as they enter the home. The comforting smell envelops Lucy again, but she has enough control to push back her tears. They find Grandeeny in the living room playing with Wendy.

“Did you two have a good day?” Grandeeny asks, noticing their permanent smiles.

“Natsu taught me how to ride his motorcycle,” Lucy replies.

“And she’s a natural,” Natsu adds. “I was totally surprised!”

Lucy playfully jabs her elbow into his chest, both of them softly laughing.

“Well, why don’t you freshen up before dinner?” Grandeeny suggests.

Natsu and Lucy don’t need to be asked twice. Spending the last several hours at the pier, both of them received enough sun for them to notice their crisp skin.

“You can shower first,” Lucy tells him, staying in the living room.

“Thanks,” Natsu says while hiking up the stairs.

“You know,” Grandeeny begins. She stands up and approaches Lucy to gently hug her. “Natsu has never looked so happy with someone before.”

Lucy can feel warmth and love and kindness radiating from Grandeeny. In response, she remains still with her arms limp by her sides; it takes everything in her to return the hug. As they separate, she gives Grandeeny a tight smile.

“I’m going to go upstairs.” Lucy’s voice comes out like a whisper. “Excuse me.”

Closing the bedroom door and kicking off her shoes, she sits on the edge of the bed. A multitude of feelings swell inside of her—regret for putting herself in this situation, sadness for what she will do to Natsu’s family, and desire for all of this to be real.

She can sense these feelings are going to explode, so she quickly pulls out her journal to express all of her emotions. In the back of her mind, she knows she can use these notes for the article. But in reality, her notes sound mediocre at this point.

Lucy doesn’t realize how frantically she is writing until Natsu comes in and tilts his head at her. She looks up at him, noticing his slightly damp hair. Before she admires him too much, she lets out a sigh and shuts her journal.

“What’s up?” he asks while joining at the edge of the bed.

She presses her lips together, collecting her thoughts. She said yesterday it wasn’t time yet, but she realizes now that she doesn’t even know what that meant in the first place. Quite frankly, she still has no idea what time it is currently.

“I love everything about this home,” she says softly. “The way it smells, your family, the way we get to eat dinner together… It’s so sweet. And you know what? Grandeeny hugged me just now. And she really hugged me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Natsu remarks. “Why aren’t smiling about it? Try and smile.”

Lucy shakes her head. “It won’t be genuine if I smile.”

He pokes her cheek several times. “Try it.”

She turns to him, forcing a smile that clearly isn’t convincing. The expression causes Natsu to tilt his head back, releasing a honeyed laugh.

“Yeah, that could have been better.”

Lucy can’t help but join his laughter. Once they become quiet, they gaze at one another for a few moments.

She notices that his cheeks are still pink from the sun. Natsu notices that she earned some new freckles. A familiar sense of electricity ignites between them. The bed creaks at Natsu’s weight as he leans forward.

Time is at a standstill as their lips seem to melt into each other’s. Lucy feels flutters in her stomach. Natsu’s heart pounds in his throat.

It’s a kiss that seems to make up for lost time. Perhaps from the time they met, or after the first night, or the third night, or all of the nights since then. Right now, this is a real kiss.

Before they can get too far, a round of knocks sound on the door. They jerk apart, which causes Natsu to almost fall off the bed. Lucy giggles as he stands up to open the door.

“Dinner is almost ready,” Igneel says. He peeks his head in, noticing their tinted cheeks. “Were you two starting to—”

“No!” Natsu and Lucy shout at the same time. This doesn’t help plead their case as Igneel’s lips form a smirk.

“Well, make it quick,” Igneel waves them off and goes back downstairs.

Natsu scoffs, looking over at his shoulder at Lucy. As they connect gazes, they can’t stop themselves from smiling.

“I’ll tell them you’re showering,” he assures her. “Come down when you’re ready.”

“Okay, thanks.” She sends him a thankful nod.

With that, Natsu closes the door behind him. In response, Lucy rubs her cheeks for a moment. Before she bursts with joy, she quickly grabs her clothes and makes her way to the shower.

After showering and drying her hair, she goes downstairs to find the family still eating at the table outside.

“Strawberries,” Natsu says simply as she sits down next to him.

“Thank you for the meal,” Lucy tells Igneel.

“Anytime,” Igneel responds with a wide grin.

Warmth settles inside of Lucy’s chest as they eat together. As she listens to the kids talk about their school days, Igneel and Grandeeny about their days, and her day told by Natsu, she feels completely fulfilled by their love.

“I have a question,” Lucy mentions after a while, directing her focus to Igneel and Grandeeny. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh, here we go,” Natsu nearly groans. “I’m going to get some water.”

“Igneel was known throughout our small town for being the biggest womanizer of all time,” Grandeeny starts.  

Lucy’s eyes light up, knowing that the story will be just as special as she imagined. She hangs off Grandeeny’s every word, occasionally hearing Igneel’s side of the story. Throughout the time they tell the story, Lucy notices Natsu go inside several times to heat up a bowl of instant yakisoba and bring it back outside.

By the time Grandeeny and Igneel have finished their love story, three empty bowls are stacked on the table, the kids have been put to bed, and Natsu is almost snoring in his seat.

“Incredible,” Lucy breathes out in awe.

“It’s as amazing as a mundane life can get,” Igneel shrugs.

“That’s why it’s amazing,” Lucy insists. “The simplicity of your relationship is what makes it so special.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” Grandeeny replies with an appreciative smile. “It is pretty special, then.”

Lucy nods, leaning over to run a hand through Natsu’s hair. He opens his eyes at the feeling and locks eyes with her. “How long was I out?”

“Long enough to miss the whole story,” she responds.

“He has heard it more times than we’ve told it, I’m sure,” Igneel remarks while standing up from his seat. “Well, Lucy, it was great having this talk with you. We need to head to bed now, though.”

“Thank you for taking the time to tell me,” Lucy says with as much sincerity as she can offer. “It really means a lot.”

“Let’s do it again sometime,” Grandeeny assures.

The four stand up from their chairs and return inside. They turn off the lights as they go, exchanging a few goodnights before entering their bedrooms.

Since it’s late, Lucy is expecting Natsu to go straight to sleep after they brush their teeth. She is surprised to find him awake and sitting against the bedframe.

“What was life like for you when you were younger?” he asks.

Lucy pauses at the question before joining him on the bed. She sits crisscrossed, also leaning against the bedframe. “Why do you ask?”

“I feel like you should be asked some questions every once in a while.”

Another wave of warmth scatters across her skin. It’s rare for anyone to intentionally ask her questions since she’s usually the one asking. Now that Natsu wants to return the gesture, she feels incredibly loved.

“I grew up with two incredible parents,” she begins. “We used to do everything together. They were my rock until I was 15. They passed away on a plane crash for a business trip.

“After that, I moved in with my best friend. We used to read books all the time, but I felt like they started to get similar after a while. That’s why I began to write, because I had too many ideas that weren’t being written.”

“Have you always had an interest in people?” Natsu asks.

“I’m not sure, actually,” she replies with a hum. “It just came natural to me to ask other people questions. It’s important to me that everyone understands each other. I don’t like the idea of having a grudge against someone.”

“Forgiveness,” Natsu mentions.

Lucy smiles as she nods. “It’s a difficult process, but it’s possible.”

“How have your past relationships been like?”

The question causes Lucy to pause again, although she isn’t sure why. Not that she’s ashamed, but she wants to commit to being honest with Natsu for the rest of their time together.

“I’ve never had a relationship longer than a year,” Lucy reveals. “I was too focused on my studies in college, so I didn’t make time for one. But even then, I wanted to feel like I belonged to someone’s heart.”

“Wow,” he replies, almost dumbfounded.

“I’ve never shared a bed with a guy before,” she admits. “I’ve never met my boyfriend’s parents, either.”

Lucy doesn’t realize that she said boyfriend, but Natsu catches it as soon as it leaves her lips. Since she isn’t aware of it, he decides to not bring it up.

“You’re really brave for coming here,” he tells her.

“We’re determined to work things out, remember?” she reminds him. “If that means being uncomfortable, then I’m okay with that.”

Natsu reaches over to hold her hand. Their hands are warm as they intertwine, settling in her lap.

“I want to kiss you,” he mumbles.

“Then kiss me,” she whispers back.

The bed creaks again as they both lean forward. It starts as a delicate, butterfly kiss. Heads titled, Natsu can feel her heated body underneath him. Lucy can feel his protective body hovering over her. It is slow and soft, comforting in ways that words could never be.

This isn’t the moment and place for the passion that dwells within them. They both know that, so they eventually pull away, stealing a few chaste kisses before actually separating. They shyly peek at one another.

“I think that was the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had,” Natsu blurts out.

A laugh escapes her tingling lips. It is almost as if they are inexperienced teenagers who are out late together. It’s refreshing.

“We should probably go to sleep so we can say goodbye to Igneel and Grandeeny in the morning,” Lucy says.

Natsu checks the time, finding that it’s already past midnight. He knows that he could have endless conversations with her, but he keeps them to himself for now. With that, he reaches for the lamp.

Although it’s dark, they can still make out their eyes in the moonlight. Just for a moment, they quietly breathe before slowly inching closer to each other in the middle of the bed. Lucy is surprised at how comfortably they cuddle.

“Even if you did share a bed with someone before,” Natsu mentions. “Their body wouldn’t overheat like mine.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a valid assumption,” she replies, allowing her eyes to close. “Goodnight, Natsu.”

“Goodnight, Luce.”

With the ghost of his lips pressing against her forehead, they drift into dreams that somehow feel less real than their experiences from today.

[twaeilmoon]

XMAS SPECIAL🎄🎉: ATTRACTED TO YOU [YUTA]

Available on my masterlist for other member

SUMMARY: Sometimes, neighbourhood can be a good place to find love.

WARNING: BAD GRAMMAR, MISPELLING/TYPOS, CURSES.

There he was again, cleaning his house yard. What a coincidence. Everytime you go out he will always be outside too, doing some errand on his house. That's what you love. Let's say that it's easy for you to quitely spying him. Yuta, your next door boy was way too good looking that he always succeed on shaking you heart. Not just that, he is nice too. A nice neighbor so far.

There was a family living next to you before he came and take over the house. Those previous neighbours you had before always drive you up to the wall as they don't know how to even make the resident live peacefully. They shouts and laughs histerically almost every night that everybody couldn't even sleep well. What an annoying neighbour you ever had. Now that someone better in advance has move in, you feel better with a bonus of his manner and good looking face. You love it when he shot you his wide smiles and have a small chit-chat even for a shirt time everytime he saw you going out from house. He oftenly makes your heat drop because of his softness.

"Oh, hi y/n! Have a nice day". Shoot! He saw you. Your heart starts to faster up it's pace. Yuta was watering his flower. You never know someone, a single man maybe, keeps plants at home and taking care of it so well. His plants grow up so well than yours. "Oh, hi. You too", you couragingly give him a smile back although you could feel your lips was trembling while saying back. "You're going somewhere?", he asked while pouring water to his plants.

"No. I'm just.. going to put this away", you lift up a plastic bag you was holding. You've jusf clean up some piles of papers that you have in your room so you're going to throw away some useless paper out. He nodded as he saw the plastic bag. "Winter is coming so I need to take care of my plants before snows falling down. I don't want them to froze later", he slightly laughed. You nodded as he stated his plans before winter. Yuta has a good knowledge on most of housekeeping stuffs better than you do. 'What a good husband material', that's what you always thought about him.

"Uhh, I guess we have to talk later? I need some more works to do actually", you shyly said. You don't want to cut off the starting part of your conversation with him but how can you stay being shy and trembling in front of him? Something will for sure happend if you stay this way. "Oh, okay then. Talk to you later", he bid you a small goodbye. You shot him one last smile before turning on your heels to head back into your house until you hear him call you back. You turned back to him, expecting him to say something.

"If you don't mind we can have some tea together sometimes. You know we can have some talks too. Why don't you come over if you have time?", he suggested. Never once in your life getting invite by a neighbour. Actually, there was plenty times back then when you was staying at your parent house. Well, it was back on your childhood days though. A really long time ago. You nodded in agreement, happy to accept the invitation. Great, you get to know each other soon. "That's pretty good idea. I'll make it when I'm free", you modestly said. "Okay then. See you other time", he bid you goodbye for the second time and you walked back into your house.

--

Good timing. It's your day off and you have nothing to do. So, you decided to go next door. Hopefully, Yuta will be free too. You don't want to bother him if he got some work to do. You never have a plan to be such an annoying disrespectful neighbour. Not after what your previous neighbour has done. You got enough of it.

Wearing just a casual outfits that you usually wear at home, you went to his house next door. You pressed his bell hoping that he's at home and free. It was relieving to see him show up, opening the door. "Hi. Come in", he greeted as he move aside to let you come in. The moment you step in into his house, you never expect him to have such a great place that he lives in. It was clean and tidy, as if it wasn't a solo man. Well, as for now he is solo since he doesn't have wife and family. But who knows if he already got girlfriend?

"Woah.. You really live in this perfect house alone? Everything is so fine and clean. Do you have maids? You live with them? You're from rich family?", you asked him lots of questions only to have him giggle on you. You frowned as to his sudden giggles. "I never expect you to have such a talkactive mouth, y/n. Now that I'm slowly getting to know you", he said while still giggling. You pouted. For his information, you also never expect him to ever act this way. He never speak like this before although he's the one who always talk to you first.

"What? Um.. I don't know. I'm getting excited maybe?", you rubbed your nape. Yuta smiled to your cute behaviour. "I don't have any maids. And yes, I live alone in this house. One more important thing, I'm not from a rich family, Miss y/n. I work myself to have some money for my life and I keep my house clean by myself. All by myself", he lead you to the cozy living room. He motioned you to have a sit on his expensive-lookin couch as he take a sit too. "Ah.. I see", you mumbled, enough for him to hear you.

"Oh wait. I'm going to make some tea and then i'll come back. Just make yourself at home", he smiled before heading to his kitchen. You nodded, patiently keeping yourself comfortable and steady. You look around, observing the surrounding. You envy him for having such a nice plave to live in. You've been living in the resident for years, way much longer than him who've just move in 3 years ago but he already turn this house into such a private paradise. "He must be living in a good life", you mumbled to yourself.

"You okay?", Yuta asked as he came back with a tray of tea cups and teapot in his hand. He looks so husband material at this point. You can't ever denied that anymore. "Yea I'm fine. Just kinda impressed of your house. It's so nice", you awkwardly smile. "Nothing much. I just want to live in a good comfortable house. To be honest, I'm kinda lazy to do housekeeping though. But gotta do it since I don'f want to live in messy", he said, putting down everything that he got in his hand.

You nodded, completely understanding him. Still, your house can't compete him. Yuta poured hot tea into two tea cups carefully. Why do he looks so perfect doing all this stuff? No wonder your feelings toward him keep on growing. "So how long already you've been living here?", he started the conversation by asking a question. "Quite long already. Maybe almost 5 years? The first time I move in to the next door the previous neighbour was quite bad actually. They're way too loud ", you told him about the previous neighbour. He suddenly got his eyes widened.

"What do you mean 'theyre way too loud'? You mean.. when they're doing stuff.. you know?", this time, his words got your eyes widened in surprise. "No no! Why did you thinking that way?! Oh my god..", you hid your face into your hands, feeling embarrased that your words got him thinking in other way. He laughed out so loud that makes you feel more unconfident to show up your face. "Oh god you're okay? Sorry sorry. I didn't meant it but I thought that's what you actually mean. I was wrong so sorry. But still it's good to see your cute side. You're cute when you're acting this way", he said while laughing . He might die due to out of breath because he was laughing so hard that he might lose his breathing.

"Stop it! You're bad! This is not funny, Yuta!", you smacked his shoulder using one of your hand while the other one still covering your already red face. "Ouch! Sorry sorry! Stop it! It hurts!", he beg but still laughing like crazy. And that was the first moment where you both get closer to each other even more.

--

It was already late night when Yuta send you a text. You just got out from the bathroom, brushing your teeth before going to sleep. You laid on the bed, unlocking your phone password to check for his message.

"Y/n I can't sleepㅠㅠ"

You smiled upon reading his text. He's getting silly  day by day. Sometimes he'd just call you when you're at work just to mumbled silly sweet things to you.

"What? So you want me to put you to sleep?"

You replied him playfully. Just to see what he's going to say.

"Yea. Seems like that I guess? :D"

Just like your expectation, his reply will always be something silly but cute. As you was about to type a reply to him, there was another new message from an unknown number. You frowned as you don't have any idea as to who could it be. The text says:

"Hey, babe. It's been a long time now. I really miss you. You miss me too right? I know it"

"What the hell?", you angrily mumbled. What an annoying person he is disturbing someone at this hour? "This must be a scam", you deleted the message before going back to reply Yuta.

"Alright~ I'll help. But hey there's an unknown number just send me a text calling me babe and he said that he missed me. Who the heck is that person though?"

You tap the send button before you find out that there was another text from the same previous unknown number coming in. You opened the text again in annoyance just to read something even more mad.

"I know you're ignoring me. I'm Taeyong so no need to scare. Can you come out for awhile? I'm outside of your house babe~"

"Shit", you cursed under your breath.

He's crazy. Yes, he's your ex-boyfriend. So he need to act as an ex and know his place as an ex. Why the hell did he come to you house at this hour, suddenly messaging you weirdly and all? You quickly type a new message to Yuta.

"Maybe just a wrong number person? Tbh I've been receiving lots of that stuff to these days. So annoying"

"It's my ex, Taeyong."

You don't want to be bother by this dork anymore. So, you're going to just go out and ends everything, forever. You look through your window and hell, he was really there. What was he thinking about?

"Y/n babe! I really miss you so much", you could see Taeyong walking closer to you wide his arm widely open, ready to hug you. He doesn't seems like he was drunk. It's just that he's acting crazy. "Go away, Taeyong. You ended it. We have nothing to do anymore. So let's just not meet again", you hug yourself as you feel imsecure. "But why? I love you y/n", he pouted. "It's already midnight. You should go back home. I don't love you and I don't want to see you again", you said, hoping that he will go. "Don't be like this. I'm here because I miss you. I want you back y/n", he step closer to you and you back away. "No Taeyong! Go away before I call the cops!", you half yelled. "But I don't want to go. I just want you. I really miss you", he came even closer. You shake your head, telling him to stop being crazy.

As you was keep backing away from him, someone's hand scoops your back. Their hands on your shoulders, bringing you closer to them. What a surprise, it's Yuta.

"Stop. You better go away", he said to Taeyong who was already stop from getting closer as he saw Yuta. Taeyong smirked evilly. "Who are you? You're the one who better fuck off. She's my girlfriend", his face suddenly changed into a cold one. "She's not. I'm her boyfriend now. Forget it and go home dude. It's late already. She needs to sleep", Yuta gently said. Woah, is this really a man's fight? Taeyong smiled sarcastically. "What? You're her boyfriend? Is that true babe?".

You don't want to give any response but as to get rid from an even worst thing from happening, you take the option to just have some words. "Ye-yes. He-he is.. my boyfriend Taeyong. You can't say that i'm yours anymore..", your face down to the ground, no wanting to see his face. You can hear Taeyong's small laugh of disatisfaction. "Okay", you lift up your face to see him shrugging before leaving. Finally.

"Wow.. that was crazy. Are you okay?", Yuta asked, smiling. You nodded. To his shock, you punch his chest that makes him wince in slight pain. "What?", he asked, laughing. "Why did you say that I'm your girlfriend? Can't you just made up other story? Like you're my bestfriend or something and you need to protect me because my dad told you to?!", you cover up you face with your hand. "Why? I think by saying that you're my girlfriend is easier and simple. Then why don't you be my real girlfriend?", he asked as if it was a joke. You face him even with your red face. "Is that how you're going to propose me?", you playfully shot back him with question. He smiled before patting your head, making your hairs in mess. Yuta then pulled you into a tight hug. "Y/n. Would you be my girlfriend?", he whispered into your ear closely that his hot breath tickles you. "Yes. Id' like to", you smiled and burried your face into his chest. "I love you. For a long time ago", he whispered again.

Both of you didn't break the hug until one of his hand let you go while the other one still on you. "Y/n, look. It snows!", he told you, voice full of ecitement.You look up and yes, snows starts to fall down that moment. You lift your hand, waiting for the snow to fall into your hand. "Do you know that couples who watch the first snows falls down together will stay long last for a looooooong time?", he asked while tightly holding both of your shoulders. You looked at him and shook your head.

"We're going to last forever?", you asked him, looking deep into his eyes. Yuta nodded his head. "Let's go inside and wear something warm and then go back to sleep", he said, leading you to your house. "You wanna stay in my house tonight?", you asked him, curious as he was following you to your house.

"Why not?"

"No way Yuta"

"By the way, how did you know I'm going out to see Taeyong?"

"I didn't get any reply so I thing somethings went wrong. So I go out to check on you"