#okay but. i gotta shower so i can maybe fall asleep before 2am

[southislandwren]

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Brother Knows Best

Anonymous said: 

would you be willing to write a john b twin one where his sister is just super rebellious and has completely changed who she was and he’s worried? just super protective 

Summary: Everyone knew that you were this innocent little girl. You rarely drank, and you almost never smoked or did any kind of drug. That was until Big John went missing. It started your year of spiraling and none of your friends, or even your brother knew how to help you. 

“Just one more drink,” You friend called from beside the gas station you were all sat at. 

“One more drink always turns into too many.” You said with a laugh. 

“Well that’s the fun in it,” She said handing you another beer. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You said taking a large gulp of the beverage.  

A few hours later you were so gone you were seeing multiples of everything you looked at. You never liked to drink, let alone get crossfaded but here you were off your ass. 

“I should probably be going,” You slurred to your friends who just waved a goodbye. 

You started your walk home, but you could barely even stand straight, It was dark and you were sure if you just laid in the grass on the side of the road you’d be alright for the night. You decided that was your best bet and you plopped down into the grass, falling asleep to the feeling of your head spinning in circles. 

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When you woke up you had no recollection of any of the events from the night prior. You felt intoxicated still though, so you were sure you had been drinking. 

“Glad to see you made it home.” John B said sarcastically. 

“Fuck off, JB.” You said, pushing yourself off the couch with a groan. 

“No, you know we had to pull you out of a ditch on the side of the road at 2am last night? How inconsiderate and irresponsible can you be?” John B asked, raising his voice. 

“Yeah, I’m the irresponsible one.” You said with a laugh. 

“What if some random person came and took you, played a little game of cut the girl up and then threw your body else where?” 

“Well then maybe I’d feel better than I do now. Why do you care all of a sudden? You left me to deal with my emotions all by myself for months after dad - dad disappeared. You shut everyone out and when I finally find a way to cope you suddenly don’t want me to “go down that path”. Fuck off John B, don’t act like you fucking care now.” You said, pushing past him and towards the bathroom. 

“That’s not fair. I didn’t shut everyone out, I just kept to myself.” 

“In case you didn’t notice that’s the same thing.” You ended the conversation by slamming the bathroom door. 

Unbeknownst to you, your friends had been sitting on the porch listening to your argument. Entirely siding with John B, they just wanted their friend back who was sweet and kind, and didn’t do self-destructive things. 

After taking a long shower, you got out and started getting ready for another party that you were going to. You pulled on black cutoff shorts with a cropped crotchet tank top. Throwing on a minimal amount of makeup you shrugged and then let your hair air dry into its natural curls. 

“Where you going?” Kie asked curiously as you stepped out of the bathrom and walked into the living room. 

“Party with some friends.” 

“Maybe it’s not such a good idea to go out again, you still look hungover.” John B said. 

“That’s the fun, big brother.” You said with a shrug. 

“It’s fun until you get addicted,” JJ said softly, looking at you carefully. 

“I’ll deal with that when we get there.” 

“I was hoping you’d stay in tonight we have a few things we wanted to go over for restorations of the HMS.” Pope said with a smile. 

“I’ll be back later, we can talk then. They’re expecting me. Speaking of which I gotta go.” You said, checking the time on your phone and then shoving it back into your pocket. 

John B put his head in his hands as he watched you walk out of the Chateau and get in your car. 

John B’s POV 

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. Like I get the urge to party and relax, but she’s turning to drugs and ending up in ditches. I don’t want to have to tell someone my underaged sister needs help with addiction, but that’s where it’s heading.” 

“I get it man, addiction is hard to watch. We’ve tried to warn her, maybe she just needs a heart to heart from you. No bullshit yelling, and blaming each other. You just need to talk it out and go from there.” JJ said. 

I nodded my head and picked up the beer I had been drinking. 

“Why don’t we just have a fire and relax a little bit?” Kie asked, sensing the tension I was radiating. 

“Yeah, I liked that idea.” Pope said with a smile. 

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About an hour into the fire I heard my phone ring. I raised an eyebrow and then moved to pick it up. “Y/N” being written out across the screen. I picked up and instantly heard crying and was concerned. 

“Y/N, hey calm down what’s wrong,” I asked getting up quickly. 

“Please-please come ge-get me,” she sobbed into the phone. 

“Where are you at?” I asked, worriedly. 

“Amelia’s house, ju-just down th-the stree-et from a gas station.” 

“I’ll be there in a second, what happened?” I questioned as I grabbed my keys and got in the van. 

“I-I’ll see you when you get he-here.” She hiccupped before hanging up. 

“Where are you going?” Pope asked. 

“Getting Y/N, she called crying.” I said, watching as worried expressions flashed over my friend’s faces. 

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Y/N’s POV 

I sat under a tree, shaking. Everything had gone too far tonight, too much alcohol, too many people, too many questions about everything. I felt myself spiraling and I was terrified. 

“Hey, you okay?” John B’s voice sounded out. 

My eyes met his, and instantly his face was covered in worry. 

“I just wan-wanna go home.” 

He nodded and helped me stand. Wrapping his arm securely around my shoulder, he led me to the van where I could see all of our friends staring at me worriedly. 

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The next morning I woke up, tucked in my brother’s arms. I looked up to see John B staring down at me. 

“Can we talk about what happened last night?” He asked carefully. 

I nodded my head and sat up. 

“I went into that party so ready to just be carefree. There were guys offering to get me drinks, I was dancing with everyone, and people were wanting to hookup. I didn’t mind anything, but then there was questions about how I was doing and how I was coping with everything. It was like a big slap in the face, I realized I never dealt with anything. Everything was just being buried with all of the parties I was going to. I started feeling myself spiral so I called. I realized you were right and I shouldn’t be coping this way.” You said with a sigh. 

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, but I’m glad you concluded your actions were irresponsible and that they’re the wrong way to cope. I was so worried about you, all of us were. You slowly stopped being the responsible friend who took care of everyone, never drinking to being this completely different person. You slowly stopped caring about your well-being and completely changed who you were. I just wanted my sister back.” John B said, tears welling in his eyes. 

You breathed out a sigh as tears fell onto your cheeks and you embraced your brother. You knew it was going to be a long road to becoming the girl you were before, but you were sure with the help of your brother and your friends you could do it. 

[drabbles-mc]

You Don’t Remember?

EZ Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language (mild)

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This one was a lot of fun. 🥰 Drunk EZ with some light angst and some fluff to wrap it all up. Enjoy, and as always, feel free to shoot me any requests you have! 

You groaned as the sound of your phone vibrating jolted you from your sleep. You blindly groped around your nightstand until your hand found it, forcing your eyes to open to see who the fuck was calling you at this hour. You saw EZ’s name flashing across the screen. Of course. But there was no way you could let the call go to voicemail.

“What, EZ?” you grumbled.

It was loud in the background and you knew that he was partying, “Y/N, I miss you.”

You laughed, forcing yourself to sit upright, “So much that you had to call me at 2AM?”

“Can you come get me?” Your brows furrowed when you heard his question. If he was partying at the clubhouse his trailer was a very short walk away. You wondered where he had ended up. As if he could hear your thoughts, he spoke up, “I’m at the clubhouse. Lights and water are out in my trailer and I really don’t wanna call Pop.”

You laughed, not being able to blame him. Felipe would do anything for his sons, but this wasn’t something that he would be necessarily happy about. You sighed, “Fine. I’ll be there in 20. Grab some clothes to change into…I don’t want your gross party clothes ruining my couch.”

“You’re an angel, Querida.”

You rolled your eyes—he was always such a flirt when he was drunk, “See you in a bit, EZ.”

The two of you were close, you knew that you didn’t need to change out of your pajamas to go and get him. You pulled on a beanie and slipped into your sneakers before heading out the door. The whole drive there you just had to chuckle and shake your head. Sometimes you worried that EZ was going to grow apart from you as he got in deeper with the MC, but if you were his first drunk call at 2 in the morning after a night of partying with the club, you had to have been doing something right.

You rolled into the compound, the music outside filtering into your car. You laughed, shaking your head as EZ came stumbling out of his trailer, clothes balled up in his hands. You left the car running as you opened the door and stepped out to greet him. His smile grew wide when he saw you, wrapping you in an extremely tight hug. You laughed, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull out of it.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled down at you, “Thank you so much.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Thank me in the morning when you’ve got a killer headache.”

You both climbed into your car and EZ melted back into the passenger seat. You put the radio on low to kill the silence as you pulled back out onto the street. As you drove, you felt EZ’s eyes on you. You glanced a quick look at him as you were driving and chuckled to yourself when you saw the starry-eyed way he was staring at you.

“You’re still in your PJ’s, Y/N,” his voice was always a little softer and lighter when he was drunk.

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, because you woke me up at like 2 in the morning, EZ.”

His eyes grew wide, “Are you mad at me?”

You looked over at him for a moment flashed him a smile, “Of course not. I’d always rather have you call me than try to drive or something while you’re drunk. Please don’t think that I’d be mad at you for that. But, it will mean that I am picking you up in my pajamas.”

“We should do pajama parties more often.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “You sleep in your goddamn jeans, EZ. I don’t even think you own pajamas.”

He laughed, turning in the seat to face you, “They are my pajamas, Y/N.”

“Just because you wear them to bed doesn’t mean they’re pajamas,” you glanced at him and couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the way he was staring at you.

A few more minutes passed and you were pulling into your driveway. Your house wasn’t much but it was a safe place for him to crash until whatever was wrong with his trailer got fixed. You hopped out the car and walked around the other side to open his door for him. He stumbled out, leaning slightly onto you for support as he tried to get his footing. The two of you walked up to your front steps, bodies somewhat entwined as you dug around your purse for your house keys.

You pushed the door open and led EZ down the hall to the bathroom, “You can get changed and stuff in here. I’ll grab some blankets and a pillow for you for the couch.”

His arm lingered around you for a little longer than necessary but you didn’t feed into it. You shut the door behind you and walked down to your bedroom to grab some blankets for him. A few minutes later light flooded into the hallway as EZ exited the bathroom. You waved him over, trying not to gawk at him in his tank top and basketball shorts.

He laughed, “I brought shorts because I know you hate when I sleep in jeans.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “Then maybe we can have more pajama parties in the future,” you stepped in and hugged him, “I put some water and advil on the coffee table for you. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

He squeezed you close to him, taking a deep breath as he rested his head on top of yours, “You’re beautiful.”

Your whole body warmed at the sentiment but the realistic side of you said not to put too much stock into drunk words. You had said you fair share of dumb things while intoxicated, too. You pulled back and smiled at him, “And you’re handsome even when you’re drunk. Goodnight, EZ, give a shout if you need anything.”

You went to walk away but he pulled you back by your arm, pressing his lips against yours and snaking his hand underneath your beanie into your hair. You let yourself melt into it for a few moments before realizing just what was really happening. You slowly pulled back and looked at him, and the smile on his face made your stomach flip.

“Goodnight, Querida,” his voice was tired and he was beginning to mumble, “Thank you for everything.”

You couldn’t force yourself to say anything else as you all but ran off down the hallway, shutting your bedroom door behind you. You leaned back against it, trying to catch your breath as you processed everything that had just happened. You listened against the door for a minute and you were met with complete silence and you assumed that EZ had already fallen asleep.

You crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up over you as you stared up at the ceiling. You had no idea what the next morning was going to be like. What were you supposed to say? Was he going to be the one to bring it up? The thoughts raced around your head until they tired you out enough to fall asleep.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your shower running. You sat up and stretched, trying to gather your thoughts. You still had no idea how to approach the subject of what happened. You were hoping inspiration would hit you when you saw him. You changed into a pair of shorts and a hoodie before heading out towards your kitchen to get breakfast started. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy but you also assumed that in his hungover state he wasn’t going to be in the mood for food that was too complex anyway.

A few minutes later you heard footsteps behind you. You looked over your shoulder at EZ to see what state he was in and you weren’t disappointed. “You feelin’ alright?” you asked with a smile.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled out a chair at your table to sit down, “I’m not feelin’ alright, thanks for asking,” he pressed his fingertips against his temples, “Not gonna lie, I woke up and got very worried because I wasn’t in my trailer,” he laughed, “I do not remember getting here last night.”

Your heart sank but you tried to hide it. You forced a smile, “You don’t remember callin’ my ass up at 2AM to ask me to come and get you?”

He looked over at you and was trying not to laugh as he apologized, “I’m so obnoxious I am so sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile as you brought two plates over to the table, “Don’t be sorry. You weren’t that obnoxious.”

“Did I say anything stupid?”

You contemplated telling him what happened, but if he really forgot maybe it was better for the both of you if you kept it to yourself. You shrugged, “Nothing stupider than some of the shit you say when you’re sober.”

He laughed, rubbing his head again, “You gotta stop talking to my brother. You sound more and more like him all the time.”

“You mentioned last night that you have no water or lights? What’s up with that?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “I don’t know. I called Pop to ask him who I should call and he gave me a couple names. Called one guy and he said he’d be out sometime this weekend to look at what’s going on.”

“You need a place to stay until then?”

“You offering?”

You wanted to backpedal but you also didn’t want to seem like a dick. He didn’t remember what happened and you wished that you could wipe it from your memory but you couldn’t. You didn’t know how to tell him that you might need a couple days of space. You cleared your throat, nodding, “I mean, yea, if you need to crash you know my door is always open for you. Just figured that Angel would’ve offered up his spot.”

“Yea like I’d wanna be crashing with him,” he laughed, “But, um, it would really help me out. I shouldn’t be here more than a couple days.”

You nodded, regretting everything you were doing, “Yea, of course. I always got you,” you paused “I got a couple errands to run today though. So, if you want, I can drop you back at the clubhouse and you can pack some stuff and take your bike back here?”

He nodded, “Sounds good.”

After breakfast you dropped him off at the clubhouse and tossed him your house keys, knowing that he was going to be back before you were. You gave a quick goodbye and took off, needing to go and clear your head. You left EZ in the dust, slightly confused on why things felt just a little bit off.

The rest of the day you managed to find more things to do to keep yourself from having to go home. You wanted to see EZ but you hated living with the fact that he had kissed you, and you had loved it, and he doesn’t remember any of it. You contemplated reaching out to Angel, but you weren’t sure if you were up for that.

You pulled into the driveway and sighed. The lights were on, and EZ’s bike was parked in the driveway. You had a few bags of groceries, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to come home empty-handed without cluing EZ in to the fact that something was wrong.

You walked in, the smell of food instantly hitting you. You walked to the kitchen and saw EZ at the stove. He turned back to you with a smile, “Hey, hope you don’t mind, I kinda helped myself to your food,” he laughed, “But I did make enough for both of us.”

A smile spread across your face without you even thinking about it. The sight of EZ cooking in your kitchen after a long day made your heart swell inside your chest. You lifted up the grocery bags, “Well, good thing I went shopping today.”

You unpacked and put away everything that you had bought, trying not to let yourself get caught up in the domesticity of what was going on around you. You wanted to lock yourself up in your room so that your mind wouldn’t get carried away. This wouldn’t be messing with you so much if he hadn’t kissed you—it would just be two friends spending time together. But he had kissed you, and now it all felt different.

You ate dinner together, and you tried as hard as you could not to act different. But you could tell that EZ was picking up on the fact that something was off. He didn’t say anything about it specifically, but you could tell that he was choosing his words carefully.

At the end of the night you gave him a hug before disappearing into your room, shutting the door firmly behind you. You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. If he was going to be here for a few more nights you didn’t know if you were going to be able to keep it together. You texted Angel, “I need your advice. Can we meet up tomorrow?”

His reply came quickly, “Yea come on down to the clubhouse.”

“Not there.”

“Pop’s shop?”

You sighed with relief, “Yea sounds good.”

The two of you firmed up a time and it helped you be able to fall asleep. Maybe he’d have some insight that would help you navigate the whole situation. After all, no one knew EZ better than his own brother.

EZ left early in the morning. He left a note saying that he had some club stuff to take care of and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t relieved. You called Angel up, “Hey, change of plans. Wanna come over to my house to talk?”

“Uh, yea,” he sounded confused, “Sure. I can be there in like half an hour.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you soon,” you hung up and set about making yourself a cup of coffee while you waited.

You heard a motorcycle rolling into your driveway about thirty minutes later. Angel let himself in and found you sitting at the table in your kitchen, still in your lounge shorts and an old t-shirt. “Hey, Y/N,” he walked over to give you a hug and a kiss on the top of your head, “Everything alright?”

“I need your advice.”

“Shoot.”

“So, I picked your brother up from the clubhouse the other night, and he was…pretty drunk.”

“What’d that motherfucker do?” his whole body tensed up.

You laughed, waving him off, “Relax, nothing terrible. Anyway, he was pretty drunk. And he kissed me. But, Angel, it was a real kiss, a game-changing kiss. The only thing is…well…he woke up the next morning and didn’t remember it,” you buried your face in your hands, “And now I’m left with all these feelings and he’s currently living in my fucking house and he has no idea about any of it. And I know I’ve been off with him and he knows it and I just can’t fucking say anything about it.”

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why can’t you say somethin’?” he looked genuinely confused.

“Because he was blackout drunk, Angel. I don’t wanna make things weird.”

“No offense, Y/N,” he chuckled, “But it sounds like you’re already making things weird. How much weirder can it get if you tell him what happened? Who knows, he’s probably actually into you.”

“You think?” you hadn’t let yourself entertain that thought for too long, not wanting to set yourself up to get disappointed.

He laughed, “He’s not me, you know. He’s got a much more…narrow scope when it comes to hookin’ up with people. I’d find it hard to believe that he would do that to someone he didn’t have some kind of feelings for, even if he was drunk.”

You sat there in silence for a few moments, soaking up everything Angel had just said to you. You sighed, “I gotta talk to him, huh?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea, you do,” he stood up, placing another kiss on top of your head, “You got this. And, if he’s a dumbass about it, call me and I’ll beat him up.”

You laughed, nodding, “Thank you, Angel. For everything.”

“I gotchu,” he shot you a wink before heading out.

You took a couple minutes to catch your breath before reaching for your phone to call EZ and ask him to come home. It rang a couple times before he finally answered. You forced the words out, “Hey, are you…are you gonna be back soon?”

“Umm, I mean, I can come back whenever. It just…it seemed like you needed some space.”

“Can you come back? I need to talk to you.”

You could hear the nerves in his voice, “Yea, I’ll be there in ten.”

He strode through the door, looking around eagerly for you. He saw you sitting on the couch cross-legged with your phone in your lap. You looked up at him and offered a small, nervous smile. He walked over and sat down close to you, fighting the urge to reach out and take your hand in his.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

You nodded, “Uh, yea. I, I think so,” you ran your fingers through your hair nervously, “I just…I know I’ve been acting weird the past couple days.”

“If me staying here is too much, you can say so. I’ll go crash with Pop or Angel.”

You shook your head, “No, no. It’s not that. I just, I’ve been really confused about a couple things,” you took a deep breath, “You know how I picked you up the other night?” you looked over to him and he nodded but didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt you, “When you were saying goodnight to me, you kissed me. And,” you chuckled despite the tears welling up in your eyes, “it was a hell of a kiss, EZ. But then, you…you didn’t fucking remember. And I’ve just been kinda fucked up about it.” You could see it on his face that his heart sank at the sight of you in tears over him. “I just,” you took an unsteady breath, “I need to know what your actual feelings are. Because I really care about you and I…I wouldn’t mind getting kissed by you like that all the time,” you smiled, “But I’m not looking to put you in a weird position either.”

“Jesus, Y/N,” he leaned back against the couch with a laugh, “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I thought I could just forget about it too, but, apparently not.”

He scooted closer to you and finally took your hands in his own, “I’m really sorry that you had to find all of that out while I was drunk,” he shook his head at himself, “I know it wasn’t me at my best. But I really do care about you so much. And I’m pissed that I can’t remember my own first kiss with you but—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. The shock faded out of his body and you felt him relax and lean into you. Just like before, his hand naturally crept up into your hair and you smiled through your kiss. You placed your hand on his side and pulled him closer to you. The heat from his body seeped through your shirt and you never wanted to pull away.

Finally, the two of you had to come up for air. EZ leaned back slightly, his hand falling to rest on your leg. Both of you were smiling, and you could feel your cheeks getting hot and you knew that your whole face was turning red.

“Was it like that?” EZ finally asked with a chuckle.

“Something like that, yea,” you laughed.

“Yea,” EZ pulled you over to you were lying on top of him, “we should definitely be doing this all the time.”

[agathasangel]

you deserve to feel good all the time (sally mckenna x reader)

for anon who requested: “oh okay so me and my overactive imagination have a new autistic reader idea 😅what about reader and her parent(s) goes to Hotel Cortez. her parent(s) aren’t the best, maybe they’re kind of abusive and don’t accept reader because she’s autistic. well, Countess ends up feeding on her parent(s) so reader is left alone. reader finds out and maybe has a meltdown, but Sally is there and surprisingly knows a lot about autism so she’s able to calm reader down and help her through it. reader has to either stay at the hotel or go live somewhere else because her parent(s) were all she had so Sally makes the decision to have reader stay at the hotel and take care of her because obviously she would do a better job than Countess because Sally knows more about how to help someone who’s autistic. and reader ends up bonding with Sally too because of how accepting she was and her parents were never like that. i know this is super specific and you don’t have to do it, but i thought i would share in case you were willing to do it. 😊”

so yeah basically that’s the summary ^^ also this is kind of an AU because the timeline I’m using does not line up with the show at all lol.

Trigger Warnings for meltdowns, death, ableism and mentions of sally’s drug addiction

I myself am autistic (at least according to my therapist) and a lot of these reactions/experiences that the reader has related to her autism are my own or close to my own. Hopefully I do this request justice and do a good job and don’t oversimplify anything.

You ran through the hotel, searching for your parents, but they were nowhere in sight. 

Breathe, you thought to yourself, don’t break down, they’re probably just out getting food or something and didn’t want you bothering them. You just have a couple hours of freedom, you can let yourself enjoy it.

You tried to enjoy the few hours you got to yourself without your parents. Without them mocking the way you talk or walk or move your hands, without them grabbing you with full knowledge of how uncomfortable it makes you. No cracks about how you had to leave college because you “can’t take care of yourself”.

The first words your dad said after you checked into the hotel were “God, it would be so much easier if we had a normal kid, wouldn’t it?”

As if you didn’t have feelings. As if you weren’t a human being who could fucking hear them.

It was 4pm. Your parents didn’t come back.

6pm. Nothing.

10. No sign of them. Neither one answering their phones. Maybe they’re finally abandoning you the way they’ve threatened to for ages.

Midnight. Still nothing.

2am and you started looking again. You couldn’t find anything. 

What happened?

You started to panic and could feel a full-on meltdown coming on.

You tried to be still and silent, but it proved impossible. You began to cry and cry uncontrollably, rocking and hitting your head, unable to stop. You felt like your life was ending. 

Two women showed up beside you. One was older and appeared to be the manager of the hotel, the other was a bit younger, with crimped blond hair and heavy makeup. You barely noticed either of them, however.

The older one touched your back and you screamed. You hated when people touched your back.

“Hey, do you want to take my hand, honey? It’ll be alright, I promise.” said the blonde woman. You obeyed her.

“Wh-Who are you? Where are my parents? Do you know?”

“Your parents... died. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. It was The Countess..” said the older woman.

You couldn’t speak, but you had about a billion questions for the two women. For example, Who the fuck is The Countess?

“You don’t need to speak. Just breathe, okay? In and out, good. Good girl. I’m Sally, by the way. This is Iris. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

You waved, not knowing what to do, completely overwhelmed.

“You know what, it’s late. I’m gonna take her back to my room and have her rest. We’ll deal with the rest of this shit tomorrow when she can talk and isn’t so clearly exhausted,” said Sally.

“I-I.....can..... talk. It’s...okay.” you said, each word making you more spaced out and tired.

“No. You’ve been through too much. I’m taking you up to my room and you’re gonna rest. You don’t have to speak or do anything you don’t want to do.”

You followed Sally, so scared and tired and in need of some damn sleep.

“You’re safe with me. I promise. Here’s, um, the bed. Get some sleep. I’ll be right here if you need anything. The Countess doesn’t want to hurt you either, I think she wanted to- it doesn’t matter now.”

“Who is... The C-Countess?”

“It’s a long story and you likely won’t believe me until you meet her. But it’s alright, you’re safe. I’ll protect you. Can I come over there and hold you?”

You nodded. Sally got on her bed next to you and put an arm around you. You winced as she touched your upper back.

“You don’t like when people touch you there, do you?”

You shook your head no, and she put your arms around your waist instead.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, I understand.”

Sally made you feel more comfortable speaking and you said,

“My parents didn’t understand that. They used to touch me there as much as they could, just to upset me. They laughed at me trying to keep my wet hair off my back when I took a shower. They thought it was funny.”

“What does that feel like to you?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t, like, hurt, but it’s terrible, it makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.”

“Aw, honey...”

“It’s dumb, I’m sorry I’m so sensitive.”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize. You know, you remind me of my baby sister. I loved that girl so much when we were growin’ up. I practically raised her. So God only knows how she turned out as good as she did. Our parents were terrible, they were never there. She was the only one who stayed with me. Until she didn’t.”

“What happened to her?”

“It was all my fault, really. I put her in danger. I sold drugs in the 90s, and I started using when we were living together. She was in school, and I had to find her somewhere safer to live. So I did. She’s okay, very successful actually, and she’s still alive. I’m the one who died young. I miss her.”

“You... died? What? I’m sorry, you-”

“Yes. I’m a ghost, The Countess is a vampire, I think Iris might also be a vampire now too? I don’t know. I know you think I’m crazy now but trust me.”

Sally saw your look of disbelief, then held out her hand and said, “Watch.”

As she spoke her fingers began to disappear and reappear.

“What-”

“I’m a ghost. I can alter the way I’m seen by others, if I want to. I’m surprised other ghosts don’t do it more often really. One time I scared some kid by making all my teeth fall out. It was awesome. I didn’t wanna scare you though. I like you.”

“Thanks?”

“Sorry, I-”

“No, it’s- um, how did you die?”

“Iris fuckin’ pushed me out the window.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“What was your sister like?”

“She was the best. Sweet, talented, sensitive. But people didn’t understand her. I did, though. At least best I could. We only had each other. Our parents didn’t care, the kids at school bullied her relentlessly. I had to protect her. She sometimes had meltdowns like the one you had earlier too-”

“I’m sorry-”

“No! It’s not your fault! You were terrified. Anyone would be. It was pretty intense though, I was worried.”

“Was your sister autistic like me?”

“She was. We didn’t know for sure until after she stopped living with me, but we both kinda knew.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, it’s almost four in the morning, you really gotta get some sleep. Come here.”

You did, and you fell asleep in Sally’s arms.

When you woke up, Sally was still there, as well as another woman, blonde and glamorous. They were arguing.

“What do I do then if you don’t want me to turn her? Kill her-”

“Please don’t hurt her, I can- she-”

Sally noticed you were awake, and saw your scared face.

“It’s okay, no one’s gonna hurt you. I’ll protect you.”

The blonde woman who you assumed was The Countess approached you.

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shook your head no. Sally spoke up for you, intuiting that you must be stressed.

“She can stay with me. I’ll make sure she’s safe. She won’t bother you or anything. She’s sweet and quiet and-”

“Sally, it’s okay. You want her, you keep her.” said The Countess.

“Alright. Thanks. Can you get out of my room now? You’re freaking her out.”

She left without saying a word.

“I’m sorry about that, (y/n). You’re safe here. You can stay as long as you need to. I’ll be here. This is a dangerous place but I’ll make sure you’re safe, alright?”

“Okay.”

You still felt sad. Not about staying with Sally, you liked her, but about the way The Countess talked about you. The way your parents talked about you. 

“Hey. I just want you to know that I don’t see you as some kind of pet or anything. I know that’s what you’re thinking, that’s how people treated my sister sometimes too. It was awful. No, I just want- I just want you to be okay. I want someone to spend time with. it’s awful lonely being a ghost, but I thought maybe if-”

“I understand, Sally. I like you a lot, and I want to stay here. It’s just sad the way most people see me.”

“It isn’t your fault, you know. I need you to know that.”

“I do. You make it easier to feel okay because you’re so nice to me.”

“I’m glad. You deserve to feel good all the time.”

You started to tear up a bit. No one had ever said that to you before. You were always expected to make yourself uncomfortable, speak when you didn’t want to, shut up when you wanted to talk, wear clothes that pinched, let people touch you when it made your skin crawl, and you were still made fun of because still, somehow, none of it was enough. But with Sally you didn’t have to do any of that, and yet you still felt loved by her in a way that you never have been before.

“Aw, hey, don’t cry. You’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure of it. I can’t actually leave the hotel, but I can make sure you get everything you need. Are you a picky eater by any chance?”

“A little bit, but not as much as I used to be.”

“Alright. And you’re good on clothes?”

“I think so.”

“Good. I’ve gotta say, I’m excited. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a real connection to anyone here.”

“You really feel a connection with me?”

“Yes, honey, I do. Do you.... feel the same way?” Sally asked you. She said it as if she was worried you may say no.

“I do, Sally. I really do. I know how it feels to be lonely like you are. It’s how I’ve felt my whole life. Maybe... I...”

“Maybe you’ll learn to love it here. Once you’re comfortable I’ll introduce you to the other ghosts. They’re annoying, but we’re still a family or whatever it is they call it. They’ll like you. I promise.”

You spent the rest of the day in Sally’s room with her, barely talking, not really even needing to talk. She was the one who broke the silence by telling you

“I like this. Just being here.”

“Me too.”

“I want to kiss you. Can I?”

“Yes.”

You had never been kissed before, but you let Sally be your first. You felt so... loved by her as she kissed you and held you lightly by your waist.

You stayed in the hotel with Sally, and it quickly felt more like home than anywhere else you’ve ever lived. You became a part of the family, and you and Sally fell deeper in love. Sally protected you, knowing the dangers of the hotel, and made sure you felt okay. Your meltdowns became far less frequent as you were no longer being forced to be someone you weren’t.

[bnha-imagines-all-around]

Nightmares (Mirio Togata headcanons)

Warnings: Season 4 spoilers (!!!), angst, fluff, the sound of the author crying

Request: “ I love your writing and think you're amazing! Keep up the great work! Here's my request: I was wondering if you could do a one shot or some headcannons where the reader helps calm down Mirio Togata after he has a nightmare about losing his quirk in his fight to save Eri? And they help him realize it's okay to be venerable and he realizes how much he loves them. Maybe they fall asleep together? You dont have to write this but I just thought I would ask anyway.Thank you and have a great day! 😁☀️ “

Author’s note: AHHH my heart omg these headcanons hurt my heart in the best way I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s kinda long (again) and kinda reads like a one-shot (again). Feel free to give feedback and/or SEND IN YOUR REQUESTS! PLEASE, I’LL GLADLY WRITE THEM! :D

- So you and Mirio were best of friends, and you two were also in the same class which made life easier. You had been in love with him for a long, LONG time but hadn’t yet had the chance to confess your feelings to him yet.

- When the Heights Alliance student residences went up, you and Mirio ended up being assigned to neighboring rooms, which made your life that much better because Mirio??? Literal sunshine personified??? As a neighbor??? Absolutely amazing. 

- You and him didn’t even lock your doors anymore because the two of you were literally ALWAYS spending time together, bouncing from one room to the other. 

- You’d even fallen asleep on his bed a couple times, but you never spent the night over with Mirio because you always woke up after a bit and apologized before saying good night and going back to your room before crashing.

- You guys had movie nights together all the time (along with Nejire and Tamaki every now and then), you would always hang out with each other and you would help Mirio out with his homework (except most of the time you’d both end up giggling madly and not really get much work done), you guys did literally almost everything together.

- Though what you never knew was that Mirio always felt a bit disappointed whenever you had to leave; he really liked being around you. He just really liked you. Although he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that yet.

- Mirio also startled you waaay more than once by accidentally permeating through the wall into your room out of nowhere. The guy would just suddenly slip through your wall, and given that he was always naked, you would let out a yelp before covering your eyes and getting him a towel.

- Once, he even did it when you had just gotten out of the shower and, boy, was that a moment.

- “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry (Y/N)!” Mirio exclaimed, immediately covering his eyes are turning to face the other way, his face turning bright red as you let out a startled shriek. Thankfully, you had had a towel wrapped around your body, but that didn’t make the situation any less awkward as you had to get him a towel, too.

- Mirio would tease you lightly about it later on, chuckling as he did so, “You know, (Y/N), it’s usually just me who ends up naked, but I gotta say, both of us ending up naked in the same room was one heck of a surprise!”

- “Oh, shut it, Mirio,” You’d reply, punching him lightly in the arm while the two of you both giggled, your cheeks turning bright red.

- All in all, you and Mirio were always together, always happy and having a good time doing absolute anything and everything together whenever possible. 

- At least, that’s how it was before Eri’s rescue. Before everything changed.

- You hadn’t been with Mirio when he was shot with a Quirk-destroying bullet, but you had heard all about what had happened, and you could clearly see the consequences.

- Mirio was outwardly very smiley and positive despite the fact that he had lost the Quirk he had trained and fought so hard to perfect, as well as the fact that he had lost his mentor, Sir Nighteye. 

- However, you knew that Mirio was suffering. You knew that he wasn’t really all smiles and positivity, not after everything he’d gone through. 

- You still spent time with him, although now there were fewer laughs between the two of you, and overall the feeling was much more somber, more serious. You knew Mirio was grieving, but you didn’t know what you could do to help.

- The poor boy looked absolutely exhausted; the shadows under his eyes were extremely dark and his eyes had lost their shine. Mirio looked like a ghost of his former self more with each passing day and it was hurting your heart. You felt so helpless.

- “Mirio... please, I want to help. Let me help. There’s gotta be something I can do to help...” You pleaded with him one day, mustering up the courage to gently place your hand on his cheek, your thumb stroking his skin oh-so-lightly.

- “It’s okay, (Y/N)... honestly, I’m okay. I just... I need to keep smiling. Sir wouldn’t want me to be sad, not if I’m going to be as great a hero as he saw,” Mirio replied, with a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes appearing on his lips. He leaned into your touch gently, his eyes closing for a split second before he withdrew, looking down at you, “I’ll be okay, (Y/N). Don’t worry about me.”

- “I’ll always worry about you, Mirio. You’re my best friend and I... I care about you. I want to help,” You replied, feeling crestfallen. But Mirio didn’t say a word after that, so you just nodded and wished him goodnight, looking down at your feet as you went into your room.

- The fact that Mirio was so clearly not okay but was refusing your help hit you like a sucker punch to the gut; you so desperately wanted to help him but he didn’t seem to want to let you help him. 

- It got to the point where you yourself were losing sleep over it, and you started having some late nights yourself. You would lay in bed, just staring at the ceiling, or sit on the windowsill, gazing out onto the school grounds as the hours ticked by; 1am, 2am, 3am, time flew by.

- Then, suddenly, one night, you heard a noise that made you jump. It sounded like a cry, one filled with fear and sadness. Your ears perked up and you jumped to your feet, listening carefully. Another cry rang out, and your heart dropped down to your feet; the cry had come from next door. Mirio’s room.

- You quickly ran out of your room and, within moments, you found yourself outside of Mirio’s door just as another cry pierced the quiet of the night. Your heart jolted in your chest as you confirmed your suspicions; the cries were coming from Mirio’s room. From Mirio. Even in his sleep, he was suffering. 

- You tried the doorknob gently, and you were surprised to find that the door opened before you. Without a further moment’s hesitation, you slipped inside and closed the door behind you before racing over to the bed.

- In the moonlight, you could see that Mirio was curled up in his bed. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his blonde hair was tussled and messy, and his bed sheets were all tangled up around his body as he writhed in his sleep as though in excruciating pain. 

- Your heart twisted painfully in your chest as Mirio cried out once again, the words filled with pain and fear and sadness unlike you’d ever heard before; “NO! NO!”

- You quickly leaned down and placed your hands on Mirio’s arms, shaking him gently as you tried to rouse him from the nightmare he was trapped in, “Mirio! Mirio! Wake up! Mirio, please! Wake up!”

- You shook him harder, your voice quivering slightly as you tried not to break down into tears yourself. You had to wake him, you had to help him. 

- Suddenly, Mirio’s eyes shot wide open and he sat up, his chest heaving as he looked around frantically, trying to figure out what was happening. His sudden motion startled you and you fell backwards onto the floor with a loud “THUMP!”. 

- “(Y/N)? W-What are you doing here? W-What-?” Mirio panted, looking confused and slightly terrified as he gazed at you, trying to make sense of the situation.

- You quickly got up and sat down next to Mirio on the bed. You stayed silent, but then you reached over and wrapped your arms around Mirio in a tight hug, with no intent of letting go any time soon.

- Mirio took a few seconds before returning the embrace, although you could feel the poor boy trembling violently as he did so. His breathing was ragged and you could tell he was trying so hard to calm himself. It hurt your heart.

- “Mirio, it’s okay,” You spoke gently, “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay. It was a nightmare.”

- The room was silent, until suddenly, Mirio began to speak. His voice quivered as he spoke, “I-I was at th-the Shie Hassaikai compound again... Eri... I-I jumped in fr-front of her, I-, the bullet, it... it destroyed my quirk. I c-can’t st-stop reliving it, (Y/N). I-It won’t let m-me be... And Sir Nighteye, o-oh God...” 

- Mirio sniffled quietly, trying hard to stop more tears from slipping down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry, (Y/N)... I didn’t me-mean to wake you. It was j-just a ni-nightmare...”

- You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Words began to spill from your mouth before you had the chance to even think about them.

- “Don’t you apologize. I was already awake, anyways, but don’t you dare apologize to me, Mirio. You’re going through so much right now. Anybody would be hurting, including the best Pro heros out there, after going through what you’ve gone through. I know you’re hurting, Mirio. I see it in your face, in your eyes. You can’t hide it from me. Losing your quirk, losing Sir Nighteye, everything that’s happened to you... You’re grieving. That’s normal, Mirio. You’ve gone through so much... it’s okay to be vulnerable, to fall apart. It’s okay to not be okay.”

- You just kept holding Mirio, speaking gently to him all the while, and you could suddenly feel him burying his face into the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you as you felt hot tears dripping onto your skin. Mirio was crying in your arms.

- You just held Mirio tighter, and even gathered the courage to gently kiss the side of his head as you did so. As the young man sobbed in your arms, you just tried to focus on being there for him now and tried to ignore the feeling of your heart simultaneously breaking and racing in your chest.

- It was unknown to you just how much time had passed as you held Mirio, but you didn’t care. You just held him and rubbed his back and gently kissed his hair silently until the young man cried himself out. You had finally managed to do something to help him.

- Eventually, Mirio finally drew back, and you could at least see his face, his tear-stained cheeks, his puffy and reddened eyes, but he didn’t let go of you for a second. 

- You looked back at him and brought a hand up to brush his hair away from his face before you did the bravest thing you’d ever done, all hero work included; you pressed a gentle kiss to Mirio’s forehead, letting your lips rest there for a moment before pulling back.

- “S-Stay with me, (Y/N)?... Will you stay with me?... Please?...” 

- The plea slipped from Mirio’s lips so softly that you almost didn’t hear him, but your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you registered what he had said. You smiled at Mirio, before replying back just as softly, “Always.”

- Mirio untangled himself from his bed sheets, sniffling quietly as he did so, before scooting over to make enough space for you to lay down next to him, which is exactly what you did; you crawled in under the covers and laid down so that you were facing Mirio.

- You suddenly felt a bit shy, as you didn’t know what to do or what Mirio wanted, but thankfully, this time Mirio made the first move. 

- He reached over and wrapped his arm around your waist before pulling you close enough so that your head rested on his chest. You wrapped your arm back around him, reciprocating his embrace as you snuggled closer to him. You felt Mirio’s legs entangle with your own, and you felt your heart racing in your chest. 

- Your heart was beating so loud that you were certain Mirio could hear it, so instead you tried to redirect your focus on listening to his heart beating in his chest. 

- “Thank you, (Y/N). You’re my best friend, and I can’t thank you enough for always being there for me. Thank you for staying with me,” Mirio suddenly whispered, and you just looked up at his face and smiled gently as you replied, “Of course, Mirio. I meant what I said earlier; I care for you, and I will always be here for you. I promise. Now, let’s get some sleep, yeah? We both need it, but you most of all. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

- At that, for the first time in weeks, Mirio gave you a small smile that was genuine and reached his eyes. You snuggled in closer to him, and Mirio let out a sigh as he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head before resting his head on yours, “Goodnight, (Y/N).” “Goodnight, Mirio.”.

- A comfortable silence filled the room, but it still felt like there was something wanting desperately to be said. However, both you and Mirio were far too exhausted to do anything about it then.

- Despite both of you being completely exhausted, you fell asleep much sooner than Mirio did. That was because Mirio couldn’t stop thinking about you and looking down at your peaceful expression as you slept in his arms.

- Mirio couldn’t believe what had happened that night. Part of him almost wanted to feel embarrassed that you had found him like that, and another part genuinely felt bad about the whole situation, but the biggest part of him was glad you found him and were there for him. For the first time in weeks, he genuinely felt better. And it was because of you.

- As Mirio looked down at your face, he could feel his heart swelling in his chest before he came to a startling realization, almost as though he had been struck by lightning; he was in love with you. And not just a little bit in love with you; he was absolutely, head-over-heels, truly, madly, deeply in love with you. 

- He knew he really liked you before, but Mirio had never really realized that it was actually so much more than that. You were so much more than his best friend; you were his favorite person, his partner, and... you were the love of his life. 

- Mirio had been in the middle of loving you before he had even realized he had begun. He was in love with his best friend, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

- So, as his lids began to feel heavy once again, Mirio gave one last loving gaze at your peaceful, sleeping face, pressed one more tender kiss to your brow and whispered, “Goodnight, (Y/N). Thank you for everything. Sleep well. I love you.”

- And at last, after many weeks of exhaustion and suffering, Mirio finally fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, with the love of his life fast asleep in his arms, his heart and mind finally at rest and a small smile on his face.

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Like We Used To: 11

A/N: Don’t hate me yet!!! 

Remember, this story will only continue based on demand. So don’t forget to like and message me what do you think. Any guesses on what’s going to happen? Theories? Etc?

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Elizabeth shot her head towards Harry to see if he was joking. His face was straight and serious. She laughed, scrubbing another dish, “What? I can’t come with you.”

“Why not?” He asked, “You said it yourself, you can work from home. Why not take it on the road with me?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Please?” Harry smiled, hands clasped like he was begging, “It’ll be fun! Come on, I just got to see you again. I don’t want you to leave now.”

Elizabeth stared into his eyes, searching for words. This whole week felt like it had come straight from a cheesy romantic comedy. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to go. Not only to spend more time with Harry, but also to see what his whole world was like now. But she couldn’t avoid her real life forever. She’s been living in this fairy-tale life for long enough.

“Harry,” Elizabeth sighed, “I can’t. I’m sorry.” When she saw the disappointment on his face she tried to explain herself, “It’s not that I don’t want to go, because I do. And I appreciate the offer, but I can’t just drop my whole life on a whim for you. I’m still not entirely sure what’s even going on between us and I don’t think you know, either. We needed this weekend to reconnect, but I also think that it was easy for us to get caught up in the moment when we’re forced to see each other twenty-four hours a day for almost three days. We need the time apart to figure out what we really want out of this.”

Harry listened intently. Taking in every word Elizabeth said. She was right, and he knew it. His body language relaxed and he finally said, jokingly, “Okay, but you’re not just saying this because I was bad in bed, right?”

Elizabeth laughed, chucking the wet sponge she was using to wash the dishes at him, “No, you jackass. It’s not because you were bad in bed.”

“Right, because that would be absurd.  I’m obviously great in bed.”

“The best,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes sarcastically.

The two of them finished the dishes, grabbed a pack of oreos, and headed up to Elizabeth’s room to talk more. They had shared a whole sleeve of oreos before they noticed that it was nearly 2AM. 

“Ok, take these cookies away from me before I eat the rest of the pack,” Elizabeth shoved the box to Harry.

“I probably would have eaten the entire sleeve by myself if you weren’t here to stop me,” He admitted.

Elizabeth chuckled, “Alright, you. Get out now. I need to go to bed.”

“What? No sleepover again? But it’s our last night,” Harry pouted, standing up from the bed.

Elizabeth walked him to the door and opened it, “Absolutely not.”

“Not even a goodnight kiss?”

She shook her head, “I don’t see any candles or rose petals.”

“Fine,” he stood, leaning in the doorway and smirking at her, “but you’re still wearing my shirt and I’d like it back.”

“Fine,” she conceded, mimicking his smirk, slowly untying the ends of the shirt and slipping it off, exposing her breasts.

She let Harry ogle her chest for a moment before shoving the shirt in his arms and closing the door in his face. Pleased with herself and his reaction, Elizabeth smiled and made her way back to her bag to grab another sleeping top. There was a thud on the door and Harry’s soft voice on the other side groaned, “Tease!”

It was pretty hard for Elizabeth to fall asleep that night, knowing it was her last night seeing Harry for the foreseeable future. Harry kept reassuring her that he was going to be back in her life for good, but she honestly didn’t know how well that promise would hold up when he got back to his normal routine. He had told her how busy he could get at times, especially when preparing for a new album.

Elizabeth was only able to get maybe about 3 hours of sleep before her alarm started blaring. It was 7 AM and everyone had to be out of the house by 10. She stumbled to the bathroom, took a quick shower, let her hair air dry while she threw on a minimal amount of makeup and got dressed into high-waisted light grey sweats, a black cropped top, and layered it with an oversized flannel.[x] It was an hour and a half car ride back home, so she wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

After throwing the rest of her belongings into her duffel bag, Elizabeth headed down to the kitchen when Kate was, pouring herself a coffee. She walked over to her best friend, engulfing her into a warm hug. Wordlessly, Kate reciprocated and they started lightly swaying, letting the memories of this weekend soak in. Her best friends had gotten married after twelve years together, and she saw their entire journey. Elizabeth felt incredibly grateful for that. Once they pulled apart, Elizabeth grabbed herself a mug to pour herself some coffee, noticing everyone else, aside from Daisy, on the patio eating breakfast. Harry and Matt were sitting next to each other, laughing. They had gotten along really well ever since the incident at the club last night. They somehow bonded over each other’s heroism and protection of Elizabeth.

“Are you excited for your honeymoon?” Elizabeth asked Kate.

“Beyond! We’ve got a whole itinerary planned. A week of sun, snorkeling, and site seeing, and relaxation.”

Elizabeth smiled sweetly at her friend, “I’m excited for you. You both definitely deserve this getaway.”

The two continued their conversation with the rest of their friends on the patio. Daisy eventually joined them and before they finished, cleaned up, and went to grab their belongings as it was time to go. Elizabeth was doing a last minute sweep of her room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything when there was a light knocking sound. She turned to see Harry standing in the door frame, his black duffel bag hanging from his one shoulder, and her lacy blue bra dangling from his finger, a smirk plastered on his face.

He walked in, handing it over to Elizabeth who was blushing. “Found it under the bed,” Harry said.

“Thanks! Would have been upset if I lost that. It’s my favorite bra.”

“Mine, too,” he winked as she shoved it in her bag.

“Shut up,” she laughed, standing up straight. “Ready?”

He nodded and they both headed out front, joining the rest of their friends who were packing the cars. Lewis and Kate were headed straight to the airport from here so they were in a car by themselves. Celeste, Daisy, and Edward all lived fairly close to each other, so they rode in Edward’s car, and Matt would be taking Elizabeth home. Everyone was crowding around, saying their final goodbyes, Harry nodded for her to talk privately. Elizabeth walked towards Matt’s car and they both leaned against the side.

Harry smiled, sadly, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I feel like you’re breaking up with me or something,” Elizabeth joked, laughing.

He grinned, raising an eyebrow, “You know you could still come with me.”

“I know. But I gotta get home.”

Harry nodded, frowning, “Ok. Well, just so you know, this was probably the best weekend I’ve had in a long time because of you.”

Elizabeth smiled up at him, feeling a pull on her heart strings, “Yeah, we had a lot of fun.”

“Ready to go?” Matt called out to Elizabeth, nodding a farewell to Harry before getting in his car and starting up the engine.

Elizabeth turned back to Harry and gave him a sad smile, “Well, thanks for everything, Lost Boy,” and wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist.

Harry put his arms around her shoulders and squeezed her tighter, kissing the top of her head and staying like that for a minute before pulling apart. “Bye, Lizzy.”

She grinned at him one more time before getting in the passenger seat and watching his figure get smaller and smaller as they drove away, until she could no longer see him. 

Matt did his best to make the car ride home more enjoyable, and to be honest, there were moments where she would forget about her sadness to be leaving. But when she finally got to her house and was left alone, Elizabeth found herself drowning in all of the memories from the past three days. It had been the most eventful weekend of her whole entire life. She wanted to rewind time and keep reliving it.

Trying to stay productive and keep her mind off of things, Elizabeth decided to unpack her bag. She went through and put all of her hair supplies and makeup away, organized her jewelry, and draped her bridesmaid's dress on a chair, telling herself she would get it dry cleaned at some point this week. When she was going through her dirty clothes, she found the black hoodie that Harry had let her borrow the night of her dare. She clutched it, smiling at the memory before slipping it back on. It still had that slightly spicy scent of his cologne on it.

Every time Elizabeth’s phone lit up, her heart raced, hoping it would be Harry. But as the sun began to set and she still hadn’t gotten a text or a call from him, she began to doubt herself. Maybe he was still on the road. Maybe he was busy. Or maybe he had time to think on the drive back that she wasn’t what he wanted, after all. The clock turned to 11 PM, and Elizabeth laid down in her bed, defeated. Her heart sank. 

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[7hyuns]

nct as doms or subs

obviously excluding the members who aren’t legal i’m not Gross 

a/n; again i have to add a read more because this got. long oops

taeil; 

overall;

probably a power bottom ? or a lowkey switch

he’s so mysterious i just ??

i’d say he isn’t bossy

but he’s nowhere near passive

too stressed to be a dom

is probably not into many kinks

he might find some of yours a lil weird tbh

so i guess overall i’d say,, he doesn’t really want there to be roles

unless he’s particularly feeling something that day u know

kinks; 

getting respected

being listened to

he’s probably got a few wack ones lmao

like. something really out there

u have one discussion about kinks and you’d say something like

“choking’s hot i guess”

and he’d be like “haha yeah i like fire play”

and you would have to figure out a valid reaction to that

aftercare; 

eh just going to sleep

doesn’t really need much

he probably wants a drink or something

but then he wants to cuddle and sleep

unless you’re sweaty and then u have to take a shower

johnny; 

overall;

ok so there is a dom line of nct

and johnny is part of that so

obviously a dom

not too much into pain kinks but he’d indulge you

would probably give a lot of warnings before punishments

enjoys humiliation a ton

intimidating and knows it

so confident ? and sure of himself ? you would never get away with anything

“i know what i’m doing” ok sure johnny go off i guess

knows your kinks before you do to be honest

kinks;

daddy (receiving)

probably a thigh kink tbh

mocking (giving)

anything that makes him more of a dom

likes brats tbh

lingerie (on u)

punishments; 

is WACK

usually he’d praise you quite a lot

but during punishments he wouldn’t even speak

like. good luck getting him to make any noise

a lot of degrading

doesn’t usually do anything besides spanking

occasional denial but he usually sticks to the basics loll

aftercare; 

really soft

lots of hand holding??

gives you lil forehead kisses as he tidies you up

probably just gives you one of his shirts to sleep in

but if you don’t wanna sleep?? neither does he !

he would watch movies with you/attempt at cooking for you

wants you to feel happy and light-hearted before you fall asleep

so lots and lots of joking around together

taeyong; 

overall;

a complete sub

the cutest most obedient sub to ever live

but he still has a pain kink

and he hates being a brat/disobedient

so he’d just want you to indulge the pain kink without him having to act out lol

is a little whiny!!! but that’s not like a brat thing that’s just a him thing

lives for praises omg

one compliment and he will do anything for u  

kinks; 

is into some weird shit

probably has a mistress kink

pain ! (receiving)

choking (receiving)

praise (receiving)

worship (giving)

hair pulling (receiving)

knife play (receiving)

restriction and bondage (receiving for both)

punishments; 

literally never needs them loll 

aftercare;

give him lots of nose kisses !!

play with his hair while he gets his breath back

u gotta find cute or funny videos for him to watch too otherwise he gets bored

especially if it’s been more intense and you need to do more

doesn’t like to feel dirty so he’ll probably need to shower

most of the time him showering means he wants you to change the sheets while he does

overall it’s just about getting tidy and then sleeping with him

yuta;

overall; 

part of the nct dom line

into some kinky shit

how he acts/wants you to act is really depending on his mood

if he’s in one of his good and joking moods then it won’t be intense

it’ll still be rough but u know

and he’d find it more amusing if you were a brat when he’s in that mood

but if he’s in a bad mood then he’s gonna be Rude

he’d just want you to behave lol

and everything would immediately be 10x more intense

not even mildly he’s into voyeurism

kinks;

bondage (giving)

threesomes (only occasionally!! and it couldn’t be anyone you’d see again or he’d get jealous lmao)

body worship (giving)

worship (receiving)

roleplay

strip teases (giving and receiving)

voyeurism

light sadism  

punishments; 

ok so he barely ever just sticks to spanking

the punishment would change depending on what it’s for

so if you were just being a brat he’d commit completely to orgasm denial

if he was in a particularly good mood then it’d just be overstimulation

humiliation!!! he’d want you to literally beg for Anything because he finds it funny

also i think a big thing for yuta would be public teasing

especially if you made him jealous

and he wouldn’t even be subtle like he doesn’t care if people find out because “that’s up to you”

aftercare; 

an actual angel

always asks what you want him to do

and he’d do anything unless it was you just wanting to sleep

like. no. not allowed

his main points would be; getting you to drink/eat something, making sure you’re clean, making sure you feel okay overall

but if at any point you’re just like “idk i kinda want ice cream but it’s 2am”

then!! it’s time to go on a drive and get you ur ice cream

will literally go to every length to make sure you’re happy before you sleep 

kun; 

overall;

no more discourse he’s a dom

not in the dom line of nct because he’s not a Big Dom

but he still is one stop overlooking this

pls don’t be a brat for him he can’t be bothered

might find it amusing for like five minutes but any longer and he’s just disinterested

it might not even a kink thing it might just be a natural thing for him honestly

if you ever did something wrong he wouldn’t tell you

it’s up to you to figure it out !  

kinks; 

maybe a daddy kink

oral (giving and receiving)

light power play

still wants it to be intimate so hand holding is a big yes from him

hair pulling (giving)

praise (giving and receiving)

bitch kissing is his kink! he will give you a hundred thousand kisses like it’s his brand

punishments; 

tbh he isn’t too into them

but if he knows you like them he’s happy to indulge it

isn’t big on spanking

but he does like overstimulation!! maybe not even just as a punishment

he’d still praise you though!!!!!  

aftercare; 

i think kun’s probably quite intense so aftercare is a definite

lots of soft kisses

plays with your hair while you get your breath back

makes you something cute to eat like pancakes or smthn  

wants you to drink a lot!!!

re-dresses you in cute lil pyjamas

waits for you to fall asleep before he does

doyoung; 

overall;

part of the nct dom line

a sadist

isn’t very into brats at all really

would not like not being listened to at all

u know that one look he always gives jungwoo?? yah he’d look at you like that a lot too (is it jealousy? is it anger? is it just him checking you out? who can tell?)

speaking of which, he is the most jealous person in the entire world

will literally punish u for the smallest things?? and then he’d come up with some Dumb excuse like “uh well i personally think that your disinterest of avengers (infinity war, part one) back when we saw it last month was very rude of you”

like. that’s it. that’s doyoung summarised as a dom

kinks; 

pain (giving)

pain (giving)

did i mention he has a pain kink

extremely submissive people

would probably want his kinks to go out of the bedroom

anything that makes him more of a dom tbh

restraint (giving)

marking (giving)

vocal command (giving)

punishments; 

rip it’s been nice

he’s so mean

degrading !

his pain kink gets. even bigger

bondage is a punishment with him

spanking but he makes you count and thank him

orgasm denial and then overstimulation

will literally outright mock you for whatever he’s punishing you for

if you don’t behave as he wants you to during the punishment:

he’s even worse! good luck ever sitting down for the next month of ur life

but if you do behave ! he is your biggest fan !!

lots and lots of light praise (calling you a good girl would be his biggest form of praise lmao)

aftercare; 

is soft at heart

a lot of praise

pretty much just him complimenting you for a few minutes lol

has you take a shower/bath because he’s Mean and you’d need to

forehead kisses !!

cleans up while you wash but if you asked him to stay his heart would literally zoom

knows your most comfortable clothes to sleep in and tumbles them to make them warm for u

would really just wanna sleep but if you wanted to watch a movie or something he would

even clingier than usual!! lots of cuddles

overall he’s just sleepy and really Soft  

ten;

overall;

a sub !

a complete brat but still a sub

the biggest tease

lives for being punished and making you mad

would attempt to power bottom occasionally but it wouldn’t work

that v live where he said “i’m a good boy, though”

what u are ten is a liar

he would be so difficult to deal with

gets off on provoking u tbh

he would try every single kink that exists !  

kinks;

bondage (receiving)

provoking doms is his biggest kink

overstimulation (receiving)

praise (receiving)

pain (receiving)

punishments (receiving)

dressing fancy

strip teases (giving)

marking (receiving)

punishments; 

it’d be impossible to find one

because none of them are even vaguely bad for him

spanking? he has a pain kink

orgasm denial? it just makes him feel better whenever you give up

overstimulation? he’d be adamant that “that cannot ever be counted as a punishment”

bondage? good luck, it’s one of his biggest kinks

being stoic with him? he thinks it’s attractive

blindfolds? considers it as trying a new kink

but ! you do eventually find one to make him freak out and behave

literally just threaten to not get him off at all and he’s a certified Good Boy

aftercare;

boy is whiny

but in a cuter way than before

wants at least 100 kisses

but also needs a moment or two alone to just calm down

so you’d take that minute to tidy up and maybe get a bath ready

just so he can feel clean !!

wants candy. like if there isn’t any guess you gotta go on a road-trip ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

then he’d fall asleep pretty quick honestly

jaehyun; 

overall; 

dom line of nct has a new member oof

mean dom

maybe a lil vicious

would take the lead on everything

pretty stoic and wouldn’t really tell you what he’s into

intimidating !

probably stoic during as well

isn’t super kinky but has set kinks already

has the classic colour code system u know

always, always leaving hickies like u better either ignore the weird looks people gonna give u or invest in a collection of turtle necks  

kinks; 

mocking (giving)

is the definition of the “sweet in the streets, freak in the sheets” meme

light degradation (giving) (would feel a lil bit bad afterwards)

pet names pet names pet names

dirty talk (giving only)

orgasm denial (giving)

overstimulation (giving)

anything that shows off physical strength

choking (giving)

lingerie (but specifically pastel coloured sets)

punishments; 

i mean it just isn’t fun

he’s mean

degrading that he’ll definitely feel bad for later

probably just sticks to spanking ?

doesn’t say very much aha lol haha

makes you count and apologise

wants u to hold his hand whenever he either overstimulates/denies you just so he can know you’re definitely ok  

aftercare; 

wow you really struck out with mr jung jaehyun  

he will literally go above and beyond to make you feel nice before you sleep

you want cuddles? what else does he have arms for !

you just wanna sleep? he’s got comfy pyjamas and warm sheets for u to curl into !

you want cooked food? he’s turning the oven on !

you want a milkshake from a specific fast food place? vroom vroom time 2 go !

maybe you just wanna take a quick shower? he’s got ur towels out and tumbled them to make them warmer

literally. aftercare with him might be the best part about dating him overall man he’s so great 

winwin; 

overall; 

to be honest

if i’m honest

he’s a switch

doesn’t really have a set preference on being a top or bottom

but when he was the sub he’d always end up getting impatient and just being a power bottom

doesn’t like feeling out of control so

he’d wanna have some control even if he was being the sub

like i would say he’s just a dom

but i do think he’d like to sub sometimes

although he does want people to think he’s a complete sub

and then he’d switch and you’d be ??? confusion

kinks; 

dirty talk (giving)

restraining (giving and receiving)

choking (giving)

hair pulling (receiving)

body worship (receiving)

VOCAL COMMAND (giving never receiving)  

punishments; 

let me start by saying that winwin would not ever under any circumstances be punished

like. he won’t accept this

he likes being lightly overstimulated and maybe occasionally having you scratch at his back

but punishments are a No from him

however! he would lowkey like to punish u

likes spanking but it’s just eh for him

he ! really ! loves ! orgasm ! denial !

it would just make him feel so in control and powerful

and like he wouldn’t have a voyeurism kink

but he would use it as a lil bit of a punishment for u sometimes

aftercare; 

honestly not much

you’re both tired and sweaty

so you’d take a shower together

probably wear cute pyjama sets

and then either make a lil snack for you to have while you watch something

or just go straight to sleep

he just doesn’t see a point going overboard if you’re both tired lol 

jungwoo; 

overall; 

cute lil sub

probably a little let’s be honest

a well-behaved sub anyway!!

still a tease but he’s cute so you’d overlook it

loves it whenever you’d be possessive over him !

a lil bit mischievous (verging on being a brat sometimes,,)

but he’d flirt his way out of it we already know

pouts when he’s in trouble but he doesn’t actually dislike it

doesn’t really like it when you’re actually mad at him ?

but he does enjoy being manhandled

he does also have a small pain kink but not if he’s being punished

kinks;

praise (receiving)

worship (giving)

light hair pulling (receiving)

vocal command (receiving)

pet names (especially baby boy)

light to medium pain (receiving)

kisses !! he loves kisses !! they’re literally a Kink for him

give him two (2) kisses and he will do anything for u  

punishments; 

would most likely never need them

but if he did he’d only like a few of them

public teasing is fun for him because he gets all flustered and he’d look really cute !

orgasm denial is nice but he doesn’t really like overstimulation!!!

also. bondage would be a punishment for him just because he loves being able to touch u

but he likes spanking only if you hold his hand and praise him

aftercare;

ok to be honest he probably has a specific plushie that he has for aftercare

wants to be pampered

give him all the kisses!! play with his hair!! do a facemask with him!! put some lip-balm on him!!

wants to watch a movie before he goes to sleep just so he has some time to talk to you

doesn’t really wanna shower but would occasionally take a bath with you

if u don’t make him cute lil snacks that u know he likes then what’s the point

probably wants a juice box or something instead of water he’s a Baby

needs to be cuddled for a while too

would need you to tell him to go to bed otherwise he’d just fall asleep wherever he’s watching the movie

lucas; 

overall; 

i,, honestly don’t think he’s a dom

i mean i don’t think he’s a sub either

or a switch

i just don’t think he really gets into the roles??

might occasionally be a little rough but not really. as a dom

i know he comes off like a confident lowkey intimidating flirty boy

but,, he isn’t just that,,

he’d just want it to be nice for you :((

can be a little intense

but it isn’t a kink thing lol he’s just greasy

and it’s even worse when he’s being romantic !

he’d give you ten compliments a minute bro he goes off

kinks; 

now don’t get me wrong just because he’s romantic doesn’t mean he doesn’t have kinks

teasing ! especially in public he’d find it so funny

but he’d also find it amusing if you did to him

make-out sessions are a must for him,,, every time

oral (giving and receiving)

hand holding!

worship (giving and receiving)

hair pulling (giving and receiving)

dirty talk (giving and receiving)

punishments; 

there wouldn’t be any for either of you!!

aftercare; 

really just cuddling

maybe watching something together

and eating something nice that he got earlier

makes sure you both drink something!!

wants to see you in his shirt though

does the greasy “wanna take a shower together,,”

mark;

overall; 

he’s a dom go away

might start off as a slight switch just because he’d follow along with what u want at first

but as he gets more comfortable it’s over for us bitches

would be mean and verging on stoic

snaps all the time ! he would be so Angry

if u tease him even once he would have an absolute meltdown?? like whom ?? what is the reason?? I am in Charge?? what do u want ?

wants you to mess up so he has an excuse to be extra mean  

like you’d be chilled out and then he’d just say something like “so,, what do u think of jaehyun”

and you wouldn’t really think about it so you’d just say “i like him he’s funny lol”

but mark would,, “do u think he’s hot”

and you would know what he’s trying to do but you still don’t know how to get out of it,, ur like,, “I guess,,,”

but then mark would pull a 180 and be like “so u think he’s ugly”

and ur like “no!!”

“so u think he’s hot” 

kinks; 

worship (receiving)

is manhandling a kink (giving)

choking (giving)

pain (giving)

maybe wants a small power struggle but only when he can be bothered (he’ll always win but that isn’t the point)

hair pulling (giving)

honestly anything that’s verging on violent

vocal command (giving)

begging/whining (receiving)

his biggest kink is just being listened to like

punishments; 

mark lee,, is just rude

like he thrives on punishments

spanking is his go to and he wants you to go the full mile and count/apologise/and then thank him

overstimulation is fun for him because he feels Powerful

orgasm denial is another go to just because he knows you don’t like it

blindfolds are a punishment too

only occasionally though because he clearly likes eye contact

lots of degrading  

aftercare; 

high fives you and says “that was great bro”

no but there isn’t really much to it for him,,

he’s tired ! he wants to sleep

checks to make sure you aren’t hurt

makes sure you’re feeling ok

and then you cuddle and sleep

if there’s anything wrong (example; if you’ve got split skin or anything then he’ll clean them up and put cream on them) then he’ll take care of it

but overall he just wants to sleep lol 

[softforcal]

the roommate|AU is EVERYTHING! pretty pls continue it with Michael

continuation of this post. Cal. Ash. Luke.

Dating roommate!au Michael

-okay so you’d always felt close to Michael, after all, he’s the one who offered you the apartment.

-playing video games together a lot

-him teaching you how to play if you’re not really a video game person

-going to talk to him in his room while he’s playing something online, as far as you can see they’re in the waiting room before the game starts so he has time to talk. you can hear his friends in the background and one of them is like “oooh is that you’re hot roommate!?” someone else says “ask her out already!”

-Michael fumbles to turn the sound off and turns to you, blushing hardcore.

-”your gaming friends know about me?” you tease.

-”sorry you had to hear that.” Michael says, still blushing.

-you ask him the thing you wanted to ask and you turn to leave then stop, turning back and leaning on the doorframe, “so when are you going to ask me out?”

-he almost falls out of his chair

-he’s a stuttering mess but ends up being like, “tonight maybe? i mean unless you’re busy, you’re probably busy-” “tonight works.” “yeah?” “yeah.”

-you close the door but hear his friends screaming in the background

-”did you just get Michael to ask you out?” Ashton asks. you shrug. he lets out a long sigh, “finally, we’ve been trying to get him to ask you out for ages.” Calum nods, “that was smooth.”

-you and Michael both want opinions on your outfits for the date so Luke, Cal and Ash go from your room to his back and forth with each outfit change

-finally Ashton is just like “you’re both freaking out way too much. you’re roommates, you’ve both seen each other in sweatpants, when you’re sick, hell, you’ve walked in on Michael naked in the bathroom one morning already. it doesn’t matter. you both look great just go on your stupid date already!”

-i mean true tho

-you end up just walking around and ending up in a park somewhere just sitting on a bench and talking

-its like almost any other hang out until he’s like “can i kiss you?”

-you nod and he just grabs you face

-its a soft kiss, the type of kiss that sucks the air from your lungs and makes you dizzy, the kiss where you pull away smiling and giggling, feeling giddy like its your first kiss in the world

-”wow.” “you can say that again.”

-when you both stand up you grab each others hands, more giggling because its the weirdest thing. when something that feels so right has been under your nose without you realizing it. its crazy

-you never really realized it before but he looks at you with such adoration

-knowing that this boy loves you

-going back home and ending up playing video games

-”look Y/N i took a bullet for you.” “We both died.” “yeah but i died first, i can’t control what happens after im dead!”

-”you look so intense when you play video games.” “intense about you!” “that doesn’t make any sense.” “so?”

-watching something on his computer while in his bed and you end up falling asleep cuddled against him

-he’s so soft for you and he doesn’t want to wake you up

-waking up in the morning next to him and his hair is sticking up every way but he’s still so pretty

-pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he wakes up with a smile

-”am i dreaming?” “no.” “good.”

-staying in bed forever just talking

-”i’m so glad i bumped into you that day.” “me too.”

-”god what if you never moved in. what if that never happened? life would be so different.”

-”it feels like divine intervention or something.” “like fate?” “yeah. fate.”

-”we should get up.” “no, just a few more minutes. i don’t want to let you go.”

-because your rooms are next to each others no one notices you both leaving from Michaels room.

-but they do notice the staring and the smiling and the blushing

-Ashton is the one who is finally just like, “what’s going on with you two?” but that sly grin on his face tells you he’s already guessed it, besides they all know you went on the date

-Michael is all blushy about it

-i feel like out of all of them, Michael probably needs to most alone time? (maybe Cal but idk) but Michael is down with you two hanging out and not necessarily talking

-chilling on his bed while he games and you’re on your computer or your phone

-playing music while you chill and if its a song you both love you’ll put down your electronics and sing together

-you’re just so comfortable being together

-silences aren’t awkward

-”you dyed your hair red!” “yeah i wanted it to reflect my mood.” “aw baby are you mad? are you okay?” “shit… it was supposed to be red for in love.”

-he tries so hard

-so fam i dunno i’ve read a lot os smut where Michael is a power dom and shit but i’ve also read the soft stuff so i’d say roommate!michael is probably into the softer stuff with someone he really truly loves but has the capacity to be hella dom (especially into toys) if his partner is

-yeah he loves electronics

-so he’d be the kinky asshole who gives you vibrating panties

-could you imagine wearing them at work because he’s literally the floor above the coffee shop and he forgets he has the remote and accidentally sets in on high

-okay might have to write that smut now because damn thats an idea

-wow. i have to take a break writing this after that whole vibrating panty thing, maybe a cold shower cuz damn

-does he really accidentally set in on high though or is that just an excuse he tells you? ;)

-he comes down to visit you sometimes and plays around on his phone at a table, smiling at you a lot

-”i knew it would be him, he was the OG roommate.” “they literally bumped into each other right outside work.” “fuck, it could have been me if i’d had a shift that day.”

-he calls you kitten

-dont fight me on this. kitten. princess. sweetheart. kill me now.

-he’s so understanding. like if you have issues like depression or anxiety you bet your ass this guy is HERE for YOU

-chocolate? CHECK

-”wanna talk about it babe?” CHECK

-”aw honey come cuddle, let me make you feel better.” CHECK

-”i bought you this flower because i know it’s your favourite.” CHECK

-okay so you always use to share a bathroom but now… it gets even better

-and the best part is none of the other guys have to know how often you go to bone town because they don’t share the bathroom with you two

-i feel like he’d be down for shower sex

-his eyes going so wide the first time one of you almost slips and dies but laughing it off… however he will not fuck up like that again (goes and buys a non slip shower mat)

-he loves nudity, so coming out of the shower sometimes and he’s just there like “i missed you.” “come on Michael you wanted to see my boobs.” “well yeah, i love your boobs.”

-or you brushing your teeth and he comes out of the shower and hugs you and gets you all wet… in more ways than one *wink wonk bitches

-sharing hoodies

-being that couple that goes to the gas station at 2AM for candy in onesies

-god its like i’m trying to pimp myself out to Michael and i am swerving into this boys lane like a motherfucker right now. i gotta stop. what a BAE

[artikgato]

Souyowrimo Day 9

Prompt list here!

Also, this one is a crossover with Persona 5, but you don’t need to have played Persona 5 at all to understand it. It’s mostly just the setting. Also also, this one leads into the prompt for tomorrow!

You can read the rest of my prompts here!

Souyowrimo Day 9 - Coffee Shop

Yosuke liked his job - most days. Well, that was inaccurate and unfair to Leblanc, when he phrased it like that. Yosuke liked his job, but he didn’t always like the customers. It didn’t help that it had been a long day of classes that had seen him out the door of his nearby apartment at 6:30 this morning. And he had no-one but himself to blame for the fact that he’d procrastinated and had been up until nearly 2am working on a paper, and had also had a pop quiz sprang on him in one of his other classes.

And now he was having to listen to three old men bicker about the economy, and politics, and oh, isn’t it a shame that Shido had turned out to be so corrupt and awful? He didn’t normally mind political talk or whatever - it was easy enough to tune out - but these guys had been at this for hours. At least he could take solace in the fact that his boss looked just as annoyed if not somehow moreso with the old guys. For some reason, Sakura-san really seemed to hate it when people brought up Shido, and tonight was no exception. But, he’d told Yosuke one day, customers were customers, and money was money. So Yosuke just put on his biggest, fakest customer service smile when one of the men asked, loudly and rudely, for a refill.

Man, he was tired.

Sakura-san was frowning at him when he returned to the employees’ side of the bar and set down the coffee pot.

“You look beat, Hanamura. Why don’t you take off early today?” he asked. Yosuke considered it, he really did, but he had a good reason for working here, after all. Valentines Day was coming up soon and he was saving up for something special.

“I am tired,” he started, “but I can make it to close, Boss. I promise.”

“Okay,” Sakura-san said, with a frown. “But you need to take care of yourself, you know.” Yosuke chuckled.

“I know, I know,” he replied, with a grin that was nothing like his fake, plastic customer service grin. He went to the sink and started scrubbing at coffee mugs and curry plates, for lack of anything else to do.

(This one is getting a little long, so I’ll put the rest under a cut!)

At first, he’d been kind of bothered by Sakura-san’s incessant mother-henning of him, but he needed this job and it wasn’t like that was the worst possible thing ever. If he was being honest, being in the city far away from his parents had kind of made him miss them, and Sakura-san was a little bit like a father figure. Plus, he’d come to realize that Sakura-san just treated anybody significantly younger than him that way. He’d realized that when he’d gotten to witness him interacting with his daughter, Futaba, and all of her friends. In a group or individually, he treated them all like he was their dad, and they all just accepted it. Even the two girls that were in their first year of university. He’d asked Futaba about it one day, and she had just mumbled something about someone named Akira and thieves, before scurrying away. Well, it wasn’t his business, anyway.

“Hey, kid! Another refill!” one of the old guys shouted at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He huffed and started to dry his hands, but was intercepted by Sakura-san.

“I’ll get it. You keep washing,” he said, and Yosuke nodded.

Most of the time, Leblanc was nice and quiet, even when it was full of people. Maybe when there were other customers around, the more opinionated ones were more likely to be quiet? Whatever the reason was, Yosuke preferred it when Leblanc was busy. So when the bell above the door chimed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Welcome,” Sakura-san greeted. Yosuke couldn’t see what was going on because he was determinedly cleaning a particularly stained mug. Once he was done, he reasoned, he’d see what kind of customer had come in, but until then it seemed like Sakura-san had it under control. He heard Sakura-san say something to the customer, but couldn’t quite make it out over a suddenly loud complaint from one of the old men in the corner booth. He frowned and scrubbed a little harder in response.

“Working hard, I see,” said a very familiar voice, and Yosuke nearly jumped and dropped the mug back into the soapy water. He looked up to see Souji leaning against the wall beside the sink, grinning at him. He couldn’t help the smile that lit up his face.

“Partner!” he exclaimed, not caring at all if his outburst startled the customers. “Did you finish early at your job?” He dropped the mug back into the sink, carefully, and grabbed at the towel to dry his hands.

“We ran out of flowers,” Souji replied, and Yosuke raised an eyebrow in response. Souji chuckled. “No, really. Some rich guy came in and bought a huge bouquet at the beginning of my shift, and we ran out pretty quickly after that. Valentines coming up, and all that.”

“Wow,” Yosuke replied. He finally finished drying his hands and, after checking to make sure there weren’t any stains on his apron, he grabbed his boyfriend in a big hug. Souji laughed.

“Did you miss me that much? You just saw me at lunch,” he teased, but he hugged him back, of course. They pulled away, and Yosuke rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I guess I won’t spontaneously hug you from now on,” he replied. He looked over at Sakura-san behind the bar, who only gave him a nod. “So, do you want some coffee? Or maybe curry?”

“Both of those sound amazing,” Souji replied, following Yosuke over to the bar. Souji took a seat at one of the stools, while Yosuke got to work preparing the coffee. “So, what are you making for me today?”

“Blue Mountain?” Yosuke asked, and when Souji nodded, he grabbed the beans off of the shelf.

“Just don’t put any ‘love’ into it today,” Sakura-san instructed, and Yosuke blushed, embarrassed.

“I’ll make it just like you taught me, Sir,” he replied, and Souji laughed. Soon enough, Yosuke had taken off his apron and was sitting down across from Souji at one of the booths, two steaming plates of curry and mugs of coffee in front of them. The old guys were still at the corner booth, but they’d quieted down a little, talking in more indoor voices.

“The curry is good, as always, Sakura-san,” Souji complimented. “You’ll have to let me try making it sometime!”

“If Yosuke manages to learn it, he can teach you,” Sakurai-san replied, wiping down the bar. Yosuke shrugged, a little sheepish.

“I’m trying,” he replied. They ate their dinner in relative silence, then paid and left after a bit. Yosuke hadn’t made it to closing time after all, but he didn’t mind, so much.

They lived nearby, which was why working at Leblanc was such a great job for Yosuke. The public baths were also very close, another bonus. It had been a while since they’d gone to the baths together, actually. Yosuke usually went right after work, while Souji had to catch the train to get there from his job.

The walk to the baths was nice, if a bit cold. It hadn’t been exceptionally cold today, even for February, but the temperature dropped pretty quickly after dark. Yosuke sighed.

“Man, I can’t wait for it to be summer again. It bums me out that it gets dark so early in the winter,” he complained.

“At least we don’t have daylight savings time here. My parents are in America right now and they’ve been complaining about that since November,” Souji said. The rest of the walk passed in companionable silence. There weren’t as many people out on the streets of Yongen-Jaya tonight. They were all huddled indoors, just inside the grocery store or the theater.

“So we both got to leave work early,” Souji started, as they entered the bathhouse. “And we’ve already had dinner.”

“Yeah?” Yosuke asked. Souji smirked at him.

“That means we’ll have time for...other things,” he said. Yosuke blushed, but looked a little sheepish.

“I’ll try but...I gotta be honest, Partner, I’m exhausted. I may need you to keep me from falling asleep in the bath.” Souji looked disappointed, but understanding.

“You were up really late working on that paper…” he trailed off, and Yosuke felt like crap. Of the two of them, Yosuke was definitely the one with more of a sex drive. He was often the one that initiated things, and while Souji was always glad to go along with it...it wasn’t all that often that Souji brought it up first. And now Yosuke was too tired, because of his own stupid habit of procrastinating. Damn it. He sighed and frowned through taking off his clothes and rinsing off in the shower, and still felt bad when he settled into the bath beside Souji. Souji reached over and poked him.

“Hey, stop that. Don’t feel bad, all right? If you’re tired, it’s important that you rest,” he admonished. Yosuke sighed.

“Yeah, but-” Yosuke started to protest, but Souji leaned into him, making him stop talking and grab the edge of the tub to keep balanced. He shot Souji a dirty look, only to find him grinning at him.

“You told me to keep you awake,” he said, and Yosuke sighed.

“I wasn’t asleep!” he protested.

“You’d have to be half asleep to think that I might be disappointed in you for being tired,” Souji replied, and Yosuke pouted.

“Yeah, but…” Yosuke protested again, watching to make sure that Souji wasn’t going to bump him again. “How often do we have extra time like this? I can sleep later.”

“Yosuke, it’s not going to be fun for either of us if you keep having to stop to yawn, or if you doze off in the middle of...you know,” Souji admonished, lowering his voice a little. There were only a couple of salarymen in the bath with them, all the way on the other side of the tub, but even still he didn’t want to disturb them. Yosuke sighed.

“That’s fair,” he finally allowed. “Okay then...how about this? I’ll get a lot of sleep tonight, and on Sunday we can stay in all day.” They had been planning on going to see a new exhibit at the planetarium, but the idea of staying inside all warm and cozy with Souji was beginning to sound more and more appealing.

“Sounds good,” Souji replied. They soaked for a while longer, eventually prying themselves out of the tub and heading home. Yosuke still felt a little bad, but as soon as he laid down on the bed, he dozed off immediately. Souji had to wake him up to remind him that he needed to change into pajamas.