#see that it’s like 4:35AM

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

/lighthearted

what’s it like to not have nightmares multiple times a week. do y’all just live normal style like that. couldn’t be me.

[shy9-29]

Why didn’t you text back? ✮ l.hs ⋆

pairing: idol lee heeseung x reader

wc: 4.7k

synopsis: Your idol boyfriend, Heeseung hasn’t come home in days. You keep telling yourself it’s because he’s just too busy with work, after all, being an idol is hard. You’ve grown worried after no texts or calls after 4 days. He finally comes home, not paying attention to you, constantly demanding for you to do things. You confront him, asking him to do better, and he promises he’ll try.

warning: not proof read, mentions of self harm, death (car accident), swearing, arguing, relationships problems, drinking, passing out, harsh language, idol heeseung, mentions of Jake and Jungwon, sexism

genre: angst, drama, romance

rating: 15+

—

Four long days had passed, and Heeseung hadn't returned home. You reassured yourself not to worry, understanding the demanding nature of an idol's schedule. With a sigh, you accessed the messaging app to check Heeseung's response only to discover your message left on "delivered" for the past three days.

You started to worry more, seeing that your message was left on "delivered" for the past three days. Thinking and worrying about it, you started pacing around the room. "He couldn't even answer a simple text," you muttered to yourself, starting to get frustrated. After pacing around some more, you eventually sat down on the couch, debating whether you should call him.

A pang of resignation echoed through your thoughts, whispering to yourself, "He's not going to answer anyways." With a resigned sigh, you switched to Instagram, where you spotted photos from the celebration party with his members and staff. "Oh," you muttered to yourself, rationalizing the lack of response, attributing it to his busy schedule. "He's probably just enjoying himself and got caught up, that's why he hasn't texted—for four days..."

You couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy as you scrolled through the Instagram feed, seeing photos from the party. "He's probably enjoying himself," you thought to yourself, trying to rationalize the fact that he hadn't responded to you in four days. "He must just have gotten caught up in it all." Despite your efforts to convince yourself that it was no big deal, the longer you looked at the photos, the more it only fueled your growing anxiety.

You continued to check your messages in vain, anxiously refreshing the screen in anticipation. Before long, tiredness overcame you, and you found yourself dozing off on the couch, the clock displaying a late hour of 12:35am. Suddenly, you were jolted awake by the sound of men's voices and commotion near the front door. Blinking sleepily, you stood up to find Heeseung and two other members, Jungwon and Jake, entering the apartment, seemingly unaware of your presence.

Jungwon and Jake were clearly visibly drunken as they stumbled through the doorway, giggling and chatting loudly with Heeseung.

"Shut it you guys," Heeseung hushed, trying to shush them but failing to keep a straight face himself. Jake and Jungwon continued giggling as they stumbled around the apartment. They didn't notice you until they saw you sitting on the couch, looking exhausted and frustrated.

"Jesus-" Jake exclaimed, clearly startled by your unexpected presence. "I didn't know you were here..." Jungwon mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact, feeling guilty. Heeseung seemed to tense up upon seeing you, realizing your displeased expression.

A weary sigh escaped your lips as you slunk back onto the couch in defeat. With their inebriated state, you assumed they would likely forget they had even noticed you in the first place.

Jake spoke up, "Damn, she looks pissed..." Jungwon elbowed him, shushing him. Heeseung couldn't help but notice your weary sigh and defeated slouch on the couch, realizing your annoyance.

Jake and Jungwon continued to stumble around, trying to find something to eat or drink in the kitchen. Their noises and clumsiness were clearly irritating you, especially when you noticed them raiding your cupboards and fridge, helping themselves to your food and drinks.

Heeseung let out a huff and turned to Jake and Jungwon, "What are you doing? We have our own food back at the dorm." Jake responded jokingly, "Yeah, but the food at y/n’s house always tastes better," while Jungwon continued drinking from a bottle of water he had found in the fridge. Heeseung shot them a disapproving look, trying to keep them under control.

The kitchen commotion continued as Jake and Jungwon rummaged through the fridge, laughing and chattering loudly. You sat on the couch, growing increasingly irritable by the minute. After a while, you had had enough and stood up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen.

"For crying out loud. Lower the volume, please," you exclaimed, your irritation evident in your voice. "It's almost 1 am, and a girl is trying to sleep."

You approached Heeseung, your finger jabbing his chest as you voiced your concerns. "And you, of all people, should know better," you added sharply before marching off to the shared bedroom.

Heeseung just stood there silently, watching as you stormed off to the bedroom. His expression was a mix of guilt and annoyance. He knew he was in the wrong but couldn't help feeling a bit defensive. Jake and Jungwon continued to giggle innocently, blissfully unaware of the tension.

A dismissive comment was made by Heeseung, a joking tone in his voice. "She's probably on her time of the month," he quipped, disregarding your frustration as if it were simply a byproduct of hormonal fluctuations.

Jake and Jungwon burst into laughter at Heeseung's comment, finding it hilariously outrageous. "Girls these days huh?" Jake chimed in, trying to brush off your annoyance as well.

Heeseung chuckled, taking a sip from a beer bottle as he leaned against the counter. "Yeah, they're so hormonal sometimes," he joked, earning him further laughter from Jake and Jungwon.

You woke with the dawn, only to find Heeseung lying next to you, reeking of alcohol. With a soft groan, you shook him awake, aware that it was already 7am. Knowing his upcoming comeback was drawing near and that he needed to head to the studio early to practice with his bandmates, you understood the urgency.

Heeseung stirred slowly, groaning at the bright morning light streaming through the window. The smell of alcohol lingered in the room, and you could tell he was struggling to open his eyes. You gently shook his shoulder, attempting to wake him up. "Heeseung, you need to wake up. It's already 7am, and you need to head to the studio for practice," you said, trying to keep your voice soft, yet firm.

Heeseung groaned again, burying his face into the pillow. "Just 5 more minutes..." he mumbled, his words slightly slurred from the drinking the previous night. You knew the importance of his upcoming comeback and practice session, so you continued shaking his shoulder a bit more firmly.

“Hee, wake up,” you urged, only to be met with a snappy retort from Heeseung. "Stop being so dramatic and let me sleep for five more minutes!" he grumbled, rolling further away from you in bed.

—

Frustration welled up within you as Heeseung snapped at you. You couldn’t believe the audacity he had after the night before. "Dramatic?" you repeated, a hint of anger in your voice. "You were out drinking with your members until 1 am, disturbing me in the middle of the night, and now you want to sleep in?"

Heeseung mumbled an incoherent response, clearly still groggy and trying to avoid a confrontation. But you weren't having it. "No, Heeseung," you asserted firmly. "You need to get up. You have a practice session with your bandmates. You're already running late, and you should have woken up hours ago."

Frustration boiled over, and Heeseung abruptly sat up in bed, startling you with his sudden movement. "For fuck sake y/n, I'm up, okay?!" he exclaimed, his tone sharp with annoyance.

Heeseung’s sudden outburst caught you off guard. You recoiled slightly, taken aback by his snappy attitude. But you tried to remain calm, "I’m just reminding you about the practice session," you replied, keeping your voice steady. "And you didn’t text or call me.. it’s been four days.“

Heeseung ran a hand through his messy hair, still visibly annoyed. "Jesus christ, it’s not like I’ve been gone for weeks," he retorted defensively. "I just got caught up with work, like I always do."

Heeseung's expression softened as he offered an apologetic smile, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I promise to do better next time, okay, y/n?" he reassured you before rising from bed. "I love you."

He picked up his scattered belongings from the floor and headed to the bathroom to get ready, leaving you alone in bed.

You smiled slightly, hoping for the best. Perhaps this time was an exception, and Heeseung had truly been too busy. Maybe he would indeed do better in the future, you thought to yourself.

The days passed in a blur, each one bringing fresh waves of anxiety and worry. You found yourself cycling through thoughts of whether to reach out to Heeseung, contemplating different ways to communicate, only to be met with silence.

Day 1. He hasn’t come home. Maybe he’ll come home tomorrow..

Day 2. Should I text him?

Day 3. No response, maybe a call?

Day 4. No response to my text or my calls…

Day 5. No nothing, his members are ignoring me as well.

You genuinely wanted to kill yourself. Were you that annoying to be with? Maybe he’s loosing feelings for you..

As the fifth day arrived, you were left with no response from your texts or calls, and Heeseung's members were also ignoring you. Feeling abandoned and questioning your worth, thoughts of self-harm crept into your mind. You grappled with the notion that perhaps you were an annoying presence in Heeseung's life, causing him to lose interest in you.

Day by day, the void of communication left you feeling more and more helpless. Each day you'd hope to hear back from Heeseung, but the silence only grew louder. The absence of his presence filled you with despair and a deep question of your worth.

Why couldn't he reach out to you? Why couldn't he respond to your texts or calls? Why did it feel like his members were purposely dodging your attempts to contact them? The lack of response from Heeseung and his members only added to your growing pain and insecurities.

The lack of communication continued to weigh heavily on your heart, and the days without any response from Heeseung only amplified your fears. You tried to push down the invasive thought of him possibly cheating, but it continued to gnaw at the back of your mind. Each passing hour and day were a constant battle with yourself, wondering if something more sinister was at play.

Maybe you should just end it. End your life. It would be easier for everyone right? But no, that would be too selfish for you. You know better y/n.

You reminded yourself that it wasn’t a solution to the problem and that it would only cause more pain for those around you. Still, you couldn’t shake off those thoughts. The anxiety and despair continued to build up inside you, making it difficult to see any light at the end of the tunnel.

It had been an entire week since you last heard from Heeseung, and no amount of distractions seemed to bring you comfort. You tried watching videos of him online, hoping to find solace, but even that failed to lift your spirits. Seeking refuge in your friends and family also proved fruitless. Finally, you even attempted a self-care day, but the emptiness within you remained steadfast. No matter what you tried, nothing seemed to work, leaving you feeling more lost than ever before.

The loneliness you felt was all-consuming, like a deep void inside your heart. You yearned for Heeseung's presence, but at the same time, you felt increasingly anxious and frustrated with his absence.

You questioned if he was intentionally ignoring you, or if something else was going on that you weren’t aware of. The mixed emotions twisted into a tangled mess inside your chest, making it difficult to think or breathe.

Heeseung finally returned home around 11pm, shutting the door with a weary thud. Exhausted, he settled onto the couch and nonchalantly requested, "Babe, could you make me a tea?" He then preoccupied himself with his phone, seemingly oblivious to your presence in the kitchen. Your mind raced, wondering why he hadn't even acknowledged you upon arriving home. Frustration and confusion coursed through your veins, creating a whirlwind of emotions.

The audacity he had to come back home and immediately ask you to make him tea, all while being completely indifferent to your feelings, made your blood boil. You stood there in the kitchen, your hands clenching into fists, watching him on the couch, his attention focused solely on his phone. The frustration boiled within you, and you couldn’t hold back your voice any longer.

"Are you serious right now?" you replied, the anger evident in your voice. "You finally come back home after ignoring me for an entire week, and the first thing you do is ask me to make you tea? Like nothing's wrong? Like nothing's changed?"

Heeseung looked up from his phone, finally giving you a glance. His expression was nonchalant, lacking any remorse or apology. He shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "What's the big deal? I’ve been working my ass off, and now I'm thirsty."

You couldn't believe your ears. The indifference in his tone and attitude only fueled the fire of your anger. "Working your ass off? That’s no excuse for not even acknowledging your own partner for an entire week. How can you be so ignorant to my feelings and just brush me off like this? Not even one simple text Hee? Just one!”

Heeseung let out a sigh, clearly annoyed that you were questioning him. "Jesus, y/n, I told you I’ve been busy. I don't have time to deal with your clingy behavior right now. Can you stop being so clingy and just make me the tea y/n?”

You wanted to cry. You wanted to punch him in the face. You wanted to grab that phone out of his hand and throw it on the floor then crush it into pieces.

"Clingy?" you repeated, your voice shaking with anger and disappointment. "Is that really what you think of me? I’m just being a concerned partner, you idiot! And the fact that you can’t even spare me a moment of your time to text or call me is what makes me 'clingy'? How do you not understand how incredibly inconsiderate that is?”

Heeseung's expression hardened, his patience starting to wear thin. "Oh, I’m sorry that I’m not always available to cater to your every need. Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around you, y/n. I’ve got my own life and responsibilities. Can you just shut the fuck up and make the tea? It’s not that hard.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. The disrespect and indifference in his tone made your heart ache. How could he treat you like this?

"So that's what I am to you? Just a needy person who constantly needs your attention? Just someone you can push aside whenever you're bored? What happened to when we first started dating? When you used to make time for me no matter how busy you were? Was that just an act? Did you fake all of it?"

"Can you get off your phone and look at me for once, Lee Heeseung?" Your words echoed with a mixture of determination and frustration, as you used his full name to emphasize your dissatisfaction.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and reluctantly put down his phone, finally giving you his full attention. He looked at you with a mixture of annoyance and irritation, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Happy now?" he said, his voice sharp with annoyance. "Is that what you wanted? To have my undivided attention?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own anger before replying. "Yes, I am happy that I finally have your attention. But not because I’m being needy and clingy, as you so charmingly put it. It’s because you’ve been MIA for a week with not a single message, no update, nothing. And you had the audacity to come home and pretend like nothing is wrong?"

Heeseung shrugged again, his aloofness continuing to grate on your nerves. "I was busy, okay? I had work and other commitments. I didn’t have time to text you every waking moment. Can you stop making such a big deal out of this? It’s exhausting."

Every fiber of your being was alight with anger, your hands instinctively forming tight fists. Your voice rang out in a near demand, "That’s it."

His nonchalant response only added fuel to the flames. "What's it?" he asked casually.

You responded coldly, your words cutting like a knife: "Get out of my house."

His expression faltered for a brief moment, surprise crossing his features before he quickly regained his aloof demeanor. "Your house," he repeated, his voice laced with mockery. "Funny how you’re so quick to kick me out, huh? Where do you want me to go at 11pm with no warning?"

Without hesitation, you replied acerbically, "Oh, I don't know, perhaps back to your dorm with your members? I'm quite certain they'd be absolutely thrilled for you to stay there."

Heeseung's annoyance turned into a mix of anger and disbelief. "Are you serious? You want me to go back to the dorm? After I’ve been away working my ass off? You’re really kicking me out like this? Are you that pissed at me just because I didn’t text you for a week?"

A tear escaped, betraying your attempt to hold back your emotions. Quickly, you turned away, refusing to let him witness your vulnerability and exhaustion.

Heeseung’s expression softened slightly as he saw the single tear trickle down your cheek, but his annoyance persisted. "Y/n, seriously?" he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Are you really crying over this? It’s not even a big deal."

You spun around to face him, your voice laced with anger and hurt. "It’s not a big deal? It's not a big deal? Do you even realize how it feels to be constantly ignored and put aside by the person you love? To feel like they don't even care about you anymore? You think it's okay to just disappear for a week without a single word, and expect me to act like it’s all fine and dandy?"

Heeseung's eyebrows furrowed, his irritation growing once again. "Oh, here we go with the dramatic bullshit again. I didn't "disappear," y/n. I was working. I had responsibilities that I couldn't ignore."

You clenched your fists, your frustration reaching its peak. "And I’m asking for the bare minimum, Hee. Just a text to let me know you're alive and haven't completely forgotten about my existence. Is that seriously too much to ask for?"

The floodgates of your emotions burst open, spilling your heartache onto the floor. "Do you even love me anymore? Or are you just saying it so I can provide you with food and water, and serve as a source of stress relief at your convenience?"

Heeseung's expression hardened, his annoyance now replaced with anger. "Are you seriously questioning my love for you just because I didn’t text you for a week? Do you think love is measured by how many texts and calls someone sends? Are you really that shallow?"

The pain and anger in your voice echoed through the room as you exclaimed, "This isn't the first time you've done this! Last month you disappeared on me for a whole month! Do you even understand how worried I was? I passed out from worry! But I bet you didn't know that, did you? Because you're so fucking full of yourself!"

Heeseung's eyes widened, genuine surprise taking over his features. "You passed out from worry?" he repeated, his tone shifting from annoyance to shock. "You’re kidding, right? Why didn’t you tell me?"

A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you spoke. "It's hilarious how you're pretending to care now," you spat, the words dripping with derision.

"Y/n-"

"Don’t y/n me!" you cut him off, refusing to give in to the familiarity of your name on his lips.

Heeseung fell silent, his expression a mixture of guilt and defensiveness. He had clearly not expected the conversation to take this turn, and your outburst seemed to have caught him off guard.

"Y/n," he began, his tone softer this time. "I-"

You cut him off again, your anger still burning brightly. “Don’t. Don’t say my name like that. Don’t use that gentle tone with me now. You’ve been ignoring me for a month. A whole two fucking months! I’ve been worried sick, wondering where the hell you even were. And it’s happening again now!”

Heeseung’s defensiveness resurfaced, and he snapped back, "Can you give me a break for five seconds, please? I’ve been working non-stop, y/n, and I just needed some space. I didn’t want you hovering over me every single second, nagging me to text you. I have my own life and responsibilities too, you know."

A frustrated explosion of emotions welled up inside you, manifesting in a stomping of your foot. "Fine! Stay here all you want," you huffed. "I'm going to find somewhere else to stay." Without another word, you snatched up your phone and stormed out of the house, left with no concrete plan nor belongings.

Heeseung called after you, his voice filled with annoyance and concern, "Y/n, where are you going? It's pouring outside!"

However, you were too caught up in your own emotions to listen, your feet carrying you away from the house and into the pouring rain.

The rain soaked your clothes and hair in seconds, but the coldness did little to diminish the fiery anger and hurt that consumed your heart. You continued walking, unsure of where you were headed or what you were going to do. All you knew was that you needed to get away from Heeseung, if only for a moment to gather your thoughts and calm your racing heart.

—

Time passed, and a week had flown by since Heeseung last laid eyes on you. Oddly enough, the absence didn’t weigh heavily on his mind, as he was completely immersed in the preparations for his comeback, engrossed in the company of his members and consumed by their upcoming cochella performance.

Curiously, Heeseung noticed the absence of your usual daily texts and calls. When he checked at home, expecting to find signs of your presence, there was nothing. Inquiring with one of your closest friends yielded no information either. Confusion and a hint of concern began to stir within him.

Heeseung tried to focus on his preparations, but a subtle sense of unease hovered over him as the days passed without any sign or word from you. He had grown accustomed to your regular texts and updates throughout his busy schedule, and the silence was now deafening.

The more time went on, the more concerned he became. His fingers itched to message you, but he held back, wrestling with his own stubbornness and pride.

Heeseung's phone rang, the screen displaying a mysterious number. A young female voice greeted him, asking, "Hello? Is this Lee Heeseung?”

"Speaking. Who is this?"

"A young lady was involved in a car accident a few days ago, and her name is y/n? You were listed as her only emergency contact..."

Heeseung's heart dropped in his chest at the mention of your name. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “A car accident? How bad is it? Is she okay?”

The news grew more dire as the voice continued. "She's currently in a coma," the voice revealed grimly, "She might not survive sir..."

Heeseung felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Coma?" he repeated, his voice hoarse. "What? No, no, that can't be..."

His mind reeled with a flurry of emotions – shock, disbelief, and a deep, painful regret. Why had he let two months slip by without even a thought of you? And now, hearing that you were fighting for your life in a hospital room...

In the background, Heeseung hears an urgent beeping, followed by the panicked mutter of a doctor. "Oh no..." The words hang in the air before the call abruptly ends, leaving him with the name of the hospital and a sense of growing anxiety.

Without hesitation, Heeseung grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. Every cell in his body was filled with dread and guilt. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. Not when he had neglected and ignored you for so long.

As he drove to the hospital, his mind raced with a million questions and regrets. He cursed himself for not reaching out sooner, for letting his pride and stubbornness get in the way.

Without hesitation, Heeseung grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. Every cell in his body was filled with dread and guilt. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. Not when he had neglected and ignored you for so long.

As he drove to the hospital, his mind raced with a million questions and regrets. He cursed himself for not reaching out sooner, for letting his pride and stubbornness get in the way.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he practically sprinted towards the nurses' station, desperation fueling his every step.

"Where is she?" he demanded, his voice strained. "I need to see her. Please."

The doctor's words hit Heeseung like a ton of bricks. "I'm sorry," the doctor said, his voice grave, "We did everything we could, but she didn't make it. The injuries were too severe, and she passed just a few minutes ago."

Heeseung felt a wave of nausea wash over him. No. This couldn't be true. It wasn't supposed to end like this. He had meant to apologize and make things right—to tell you how much you meant to him, how much he had taken you for granted. But now, it was too late.

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everything is embarrassing // izuku midoriya

when he doesn't know how to take control of his life

a/n: 6k+ words lmao i feel crazzzzzy ok bye

19-year-old izuku doesn't have the privilege of hopping around college parties on the weekends or enjoy the “college experience” like his friends do.

he can barely catch a break to breathe.

monday through friday he's in classes from 8:00am to 4:00pm, and for more than half of the week from 6:00pm to 12:00am, he's working at the campus library- simultaneously shelving returns, organizing files, and scrambling to finish his homework. on the weekends, he'll be at his part time job at the local cafe just down the street from his dorm building.

it hasn't been an easy semester for izuku. he's a year behind his friends and he wants nothing more than to be able to walk across that stage with them by the end of their fourth year, but nothing comes easy when you’ve been out of school for a year, no money, have a scholarship on the line, and a single mother at home to make proud.

he's watching the time go by. his eyes darting back and forth between the ticking needle on the analog clock and you sitting at your usual table with your headphones on, attention glued to your textbook, and the tapping of your pencil growing louder by the second.

occasionally, he'd let himself clock out and lock up about 5-10 minutes early if there was no one lingering around on his floor, and all of the day's work had been completed. no one stays as late in the library as you do. it annoys him. 

5-10 minutes is crucial to izuku.

he could get a head-start on his commute back to his dorm. if he walks quickly enough, he'd be back before 12:15am, be ready for bed by 12:35am, and he'd be able to get at least 6 hours of sleep.

if he's lucky.

but you. you were always there until the very last minute- sometimes even past closing.

it's 12:05am. how could anyone be so careless to not keep an eye on the time? can’t you see that it’s only you two left on this floor? did you not hear the 10 minute closing warning on the intercom?

if he wasn't running on a couple hour of sleep, a poor excuse for dinner, and 6 hours worth of brain numbing work, he wouldn't have the nerves to approach you so casually. he'd be replaying what he wanted to say in his head, stumbling over his words, and hope you wouldn't take offense to it.

"the library's closed." he bluntly says, still maintaining a few feet of distance.

you don't hear him or notice his presence at all. you're lost in that textbook and your mind is fumbling through these terms and definitions staring back at you.

izuku blinks once. then twice.

"hey." he starts again, taking a step closer and setting a hand down on the table right above your textbook.

you look up and catch the library worker’s tired eyes. your gaze immediately flickers to the analog clock hung on the wall past his shoulder.

12:12am

“oh shit!” you exclaim, ripping off your headphones. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i lost track of time.”

you slam your textbook shut, rubbing your eyes against the back of your hand. how long had you been at it like this? studying the hours away in your own corner of the library?

“yeah.” izuku breathily chuckles, a sense of relief washing over him as he watches you haphazardly shove your books and papers in your bag. “sorry, i hate to interrupt a good study session, but i’m kinda tired, and if i stay here for another minute, the shelves might start talking to me.”

“god, don’t be sorry. i get it.” you laugh, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “i’m here, like, everyday. i’m sure everyone who works here is sick of me by now.”.

“yeah, me too.” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as you two make your way towards the exit. “here everyday, that is.” he quips, nervously running a hand through his tousled hair.

“look at us, so scholarly.” your voice dripping in sarcasm. you turn your head over your shoulder to meet his eye. “paying so much money for this university to drain us of all joy in life.”

“well, i’m on a scholarship.” izuku mutters. “so i guess i still have some joy left?

“yeah? well that’s actually even worse.” 

“is it?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“you have much more to lose.”

-

the next time you two see each other, he’s knelt over an open filing cabinet, digging through dividers for some sort of paperwork. 

since that night you’ve met, university life has felt a bit less lonely- something about taking a 20 minute walk to your dorm buildings, which happens to be right next to each other, complaining about how terrible of time you’re having adjusting to university life really brings people together.

“hey.” you cough.

izuku looks up to see you sporting a coffee cup in each hand.

“oh. it’s you. hey.”

you hold one out to him, waiting for him to take it, but all he does is give you a blank stare as his eyes flicker between your own and the cup outreached towards him.

“take it.” you chuckle. “i brought it for you. you looked like shit last time i saw you, so...”

the corners of his mouth quirks up into a smile, gingerly accepting the hot cup of coffee.

“...so this is your apology for staying past closing the other night?” he teases.

“oh definitely not.” you scoff. “i’ll be doing it again tonight too, don’t you worry.”

he nods his head, taking a deep swig of the bittersweet coffee. “see you at midnight, then.”

“see you at midnight.” you confirm, sending him a smile as you pull your headphones over your ear and head towards the back of the library where your designated table was waiting for you.

-

at 21-years-old, izuku goes to his first house party. it takes you about a week to convince him to give you one of his saturday nights that he’d usually reserve for studying or catching up on sleep.

“please.” you beg once more. “what are you going to say to your future students? how are you going to say you had the college experience without going to a single party?”

“with a degree?” he chuckles, slinging a rag over his shoulder. “you’re also distracting me. i’m on the clock, and my boss can come back anytime, you know.”

“oh, please.” you roll your eyes. “if toshinori was here, he’d be telling you to put your big boy pants on and get drunk with his favorite customer tonight. and if you agreed the first time i asked, i wouldn’t have to follow you to your second place of employment.”

“i’m sorry, i can’t. maybe next time?”

“please, izuku, just one party. i’ll help you get ready after your shift. we’ll leave anytime you want, but i can guarantee you’ll have so much fun. i promise i’ll never ask you again if you really do end up hating it.”

he can imagine it now- if someone asked him about his college experience, he wouldn’t mention the parties, the professors, or the time spent away from home. he’d talk about you.

izuku has a hard time balancing his life between keeping up with the workload and trying to not let his days blend into a muddy gray, but you had perfectly fit somewhere in between all of the chaos like a fresh breath of air.

izuku was tired, and you were a shot of espresso. how can he say no to you?

“fine.” he sighs in defeat, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter towards you. “but i can’t be out that late, okay? i have to be back here in the morning.”

-

“what the fuck happened?” you slam the door shut behind you, muffling out chatter of the crowd and heavy bass shaking through the walls. 

you twist a wad of toilet paper into a cone before plugging the stream of blood gushing from his nose.

“sorry, sorry, sorry!” he repeats, holding the toilet paper in place with a bewildered look in his eyes. 

“i don’t know what happened,” he starts in a nasally tone “maybe it’s all the smoke in the air or something. i heard that second hand smoke can be really drying for your nasal passages, especially if there’s not a lot of ventilation like in this apartment, i also haven’t been drinking a lot of water today and-”

“aht!” you interrupt, nudging him over with your elbow to rinse your hands off from the bloody residue. “my theory is that your body is shutting down on itself from the lack of proper sleep and nutrition. thoughts?”

izuku pouts. “stop it. i had a protein shake before we came, remember?”

“of course, how could i forget about the most rancid concoction you managed to blend together?” you mutter, wetting a wad of toilet paper and dabbing away the dried blood that had fallen onto his chin and t-shirt.

he cocks an eyebrow at you, holding up the red solo cup containing a questionable blue liquid that you shoved in his hands to hold when his nose started dripping blood. 

“wow, since when were you a chem major? since you know so much about ‘rancid concoctions,’ huh?” he deadpans.

“izuku midoriya, are you getting sassy with me?” you scoff, grabbing the cup back from his hands.

“maybe i am.” he presses his lips together to suppress a smirk. “or maybe i’m just making an observation.”

izuku had finally started learning how to bite back. somewhere within the last year, the skittish library worker who you enjoyed pestering had grown the confidence to return your relentless teasing.

you weren’t sure how to take it- how giddy it made you feel and how much more of it you wanted to draw out of him.

to him, it was all a front. he perfected the line delivery with ease, but at the cost of his chest tightening and stomach turning over the sight of your amused smile and lit up eyes. this made him anxious.

you have much more to lose

everytime he sees you, he’s reminded of your very first conversation together when you were first years. he’s acutely aware of how much he has to lose, but if there’s one thing izuku could not bear to risk losing during the worst few years of his life, it was you.

“uh, why are you looking at me like that?” he nervously chuckles, his ears growing hot from trailing your eyes as they glaze over his face.

“i love you.” you smile, the alcohol finally making its way to your head. “a lot.”

izuku’s breathing stops for a moment. his eyes widen, and the nervous giggles continue pouring out as his facade from minutes earlier crumbles completely.

“why are you laughing?” you chuckle, taking a sip from your cup, choking back a grimace.

“i…i don’t know.” he bites his bottom lip, suddenly aware of his nervous habit. “you’re just being a silly drunk right now."

“what? because i said i love you?” you cock your head with a lazy smile “the L-word got your panties in a twist?”

“don’t know what you mean.” he turns his attention back to the mirror, subtly swiping his sweaty palms on his thighs before unplugging the tissue from his nose. 

for the first time in his life, he’s simultaneously grateful and regretful for alcohol. grateful for the red sheen over his face to mask his blush. regretful for the carelessness it caused you with your words. 

he doesn’t have the time or energy to entertain it. that is the one thing he’s certain of. he wouldn’t be good for you- wouldn’t give you the time and attention you deserved. he loves you too. he loves you enough to not say it back.

“it stopped bleeding. i think i’ll have to leave soon, so let’s get back out there, yeah? i’ll make you a better drink, too.”

he shoots you a forced grin before grabbing you by the shoulders and ushering you two back to the party where you reunite with your roommates and mutual friends. you leave your drink in the bathroom.

-

on the day izuku turns 22-years-old, he finds out that he’s on track to graduate with you and his friends. after stepping out for a quick phone call with his academic advisor, he drunkenly cries into your shoulder mid-birthday party (that his boss at the cafe forced him to take the time off to have).

all of the hard work and courses he packed on during his first two years at university finally paid off. though, that doesn't mean he’s gotten any easier on himself.

he quits his job at the library and starts student teaching part time at the local middle school for college credit.

you barely see him now-a-days. more often than not, your texts go unanswered.

izuku is a busy guy.

you miss him. you didn't realize how lonely it felt to walk back to your dorm from the library at midnight by yourself- you haven't felt this way for a while, not since you met izuku. 

you wished he made it easier for you. your feelings for him never subsides, but instead grows into a longing ache. it’ll be like this until graduation. the occasional text message, running into each other in the halls with quick hello and goodbye, coming into his weekend job just to see him for a few reassuring moments- you know you both needed it.

he talks about you to his students a lot- “my best friend,” “someone important to me,” “my support system,” and etc. he’s always referring to you.

he missed seeing you all the time, but it’s all been so hectic for him he hates to admit that you barely cross his mind when he’s in the midst of a busy day. on top of his regular grueling school work, he has to lesson-plan for the days he’s teaching, grade papers, as well as check in with his professors and mentors.

he doesn’t know how he does it.

working in that library was excruciating, but he missed nothing more than the last half hour of his shifts where it’d just be you two, sending shy glances at one another until it hit midnight. he doesn’t even mind the rest of the 6 hour shift where you’re just sitting in the same spot that you always gravitate towards, head in the textbook for him to look up at every now and then.

you tell him you love him for the second time at the end of your graduation party when all of the guests have cleared out of your half empty apartment.

“what?” his eyes go wide, exactly like they did a year ago.

“i love you, izuku.” you ball the sides of your graduation gown, wrinkling the fabric in your hands.

you’re sober this time, which makes it infinitely more painful to say out loud.

his mouth gapes open as if he’s a fish gasping for water. he doesn’t know what to say.

“i have for years.” you fill in the silence, fidgeting with the silky material. “ever since you kicked me out of that fucking library, i think. i don’t know. maybe i’m being stupid, but i can’t help it. i love you, and i need you to know before… you know.”

it’s been three years, and you’ve waited until this night to pour it all out because you knew that in less than 24 hours, you’d be going your separate ways.

in a perfect situation, izuku would tell you that he feels the same. he’d run through an airport to stop you from leaving and beg you to stay with him. you wouldn’t have to go back home. you’d share an apartment. live in the city. start your entry jobs. you’d have time together.

“i’m sorry.” is all he says. “i’m sorry.” he repeats.

tears well in his eyes, and he grabs you by the shoulders to pull you into his chest.

“sheesh, you’re such a crybaby.” you choke out a half chuckle, your eyes running hot now. “don’t be sorry, okay? i get it. i know.”

your arms tightly wrap around izuku’s waist as you two silently sob into one another. his hand runs through your hair, stopping at the nape of your neck to pull you closer.

there’s something much more painful behind this confession to cry about. you’re leaving the city, and you have no reason to stay. for the first time in three years, izuku won’t be within arm’s reach and you’re left with the cold reality of navigating your future without your best friend by your side.

“you know, i..” he begins, pulling you back to look at your face, searching for the right words, or an answer. “it’s not that i don’t feel the same, okay?” 

his cheeks lightly dust over pink. it’s the first time he’s admitted that out loud.

“i know.” you sadly smile, your hand reaching up to wipe away the stray tears left on his cheeks. “we’ll be okay. we worked hard for this, izuku.”

izuku felt like throwing up. he had spent the last three years working himself into the ground with endless all-nighters, black coffees, and missed events to get everything he’s ever wanted for his future, so why does it feel like his world is slipping from between his fingers?

yes, he worked hard, but he wondered if it was all enough?

“i’m going to miss you.” he mutters, connecting your foreheads together. “i already do. you’re everything to me.”

“me more. i’ll miss you more.”

after that night, you don’t see izuku again for a long time. 

izuku jumps into his new position at the local high school in the same school district as the middle school he worked at during his last year of university. he feels a sense of relief everytime he walks into his school building- something that he couldn’t ever say during his years as a student.

you move back home and land an entry job at a startup tech company. it’s boring work, but at least it’s remote and your days don’t mesh into one- you made sure you would never have to go through that again.

you try to stay connected, but work is busy, and you’re both trying to figure out what life is supposed to look like post-grad. occasionally, you’ll send each other a meaningless “thinking of you” message, but you eventually lose contact after a couple of years of trying to plan visits and meet ups- there is just no time. there never was.

-

at 27-years-old, izuku is spending his late afternoon sitting in his empty classroom with one of his students. it’s half an hour past their scheduled parent-teacher conference time, and he’s wondering if he should just reschedule.

“are you sure your mom is coming? did you tell her the right time and date?” izuku sighs, resting his head on a propped elbow.

“duh. what kind of student do you think i am?” they scoff, glancing up at him from their phone.

“judging by your grades, i know exactly the kind of student you are.” he mumbles.

izuku’s trying to not panic, the kid clearly isn’t, but he’s wondering how far back this sets his schedule. he should be starting on the stack of papers to grade by now. he still needs to write out a lesson plan for tomorrow. maybe the kids deserve a movie day? maybe he deserves a movie day.

“don’t freak out.” izuku hears from outside of his door “you’re fine. it’s okay. seriously, chill the fuck out you weren’t interrupting anything, i needed a break anyways. i’m walking in right now. yeah, i’ll let you know how it goes.”

finally.

izuku straightens up, and tightens his tie. he whips open his laptop and pulls up the tabs of grades and assignments to discuss.

“i’m so sorry-” the voice falters at the end as it enters the classroom.

“don’t be, i was just-” izuku glances up from his screen and his throat suddenly closes shut.

5 years later, and the universe leads you back to one another. here. in his classroom.

“izuku midoriya?” you cough out.

for the first time in his life, he doesn’t like the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth. it’s hesitant. it sounds foreign. it makes him question himself for a moment. 

yes? that’s me, right? it’s me, izuku. your izuku.

“what are…uh.. you…here?” he stammers, unable to get the words out.

you take a step forward into the classroom. you could pass out at the sight of him. he still seemed as boyish as ever. maybe a bit broader, and taller, but his hair is still just as wild as it was in university. you can’t help but feel a twinge of insecurity as you wonder if you looked any different as well.

“uh…where’s mom?” your nephew glances back and forth between you two starstrucked at the sight of one another. “we have to look over my grades and stuff, you know.”

“right!” you exclaim. “your mom got caught up at work, so she asked me to come in.” you awkwardly shift in your position, your eyes never leaving izuku’s.

izuku’s face flares up in heat, snapping back into the present as his eyes flicker back towards his student.

“you know what? let’s reschedule that. you can go and i’ll see you tomorrow?” he quickly stands up, knocking over his chair and hitting his knee against his desk in the process.

“really?” they cock an eyebrow at the shift in behavior from the two adults in the room.

“yup! we’re running late and i have a meeting right now, so i’ll just email your mom to reschedule.” he forces a reassuring grin, making his way around his desk. “don’t forget to read over the syllabus to see what’s due, alright?”

“alright, i guess. see you tomorrow then, sensei” they shoot you a questioning side glance as they sling their backpack over their shoulder. “are you taking me home?”

“no.” you say, almost a bit too quickly. “uh, i have some errands to run before your mom gets back home, so you go on ahead i’ll see you at home.”

once your nephew leaves, unsuspecting of the thick line of tension running between his aunt and teacher, izuku quickly rushes over and shuts his door.

“whatareyoudoinghere?” the sentence leaves his mouth in an incoherent string of words. he grabs you by the shoulders and lets his eyes take in your face. every curve, every mark, every wrinkle, old and new.

you feel 19 again. you guess the urge to kiss izuku midoroya never leaves you, after all. 

“my sister just got a new job, so i’m living with her and helping her out with the kids while she adjusts.” you breathlessly stare at him. “i didn’t know you were still in the city.”

of course he’s still here- exactly where you left him after all these years. his grip on your shoulders tightens as a response. he’s scared that if he lets go, you’ll be gone for good, or at least for another 5 years.

“we should catch up.” you smile, grabbing onto his forearms as a warmth crawls up your next “when are you free? i mean, you’re probably really busy, but even a phone call-”

“tonight? how about tonight?” he blurts out. “we can go somewhere?”

izuku reassures himself that it’s fine. the kids can have a movie day, and he’ll spend that time grading papers and catching up on work. the only thing he needs is right in front of him.

seeing your face light up makes him feel nothing but nostalgic euphoria. he never wants to lose this feeling again.

“i’ll text you, then? you still have my number?”

he almost laughs in your face. your text conversation has been pinned to the top since the day you exchanged phone numbers.

“by heart.”

-

“tech? like you work in IT?” izuku’s face scrunches in disgust. he almost spits his drink out. “why the hell would you do that to yourself?”

“shut up!” you rub your face in your hands, snorting out a laugh. “it’s easy, i’m in a senior position, it pays well, and it’s remote. that’s all i care about for now.”

you two meet at a nearby bar. outside of his suit and tie, he looked much younger. he looks like the izuku you knew half a decade ago with his perpetual pink cheeks, slightly too large graphic tee, and red sneakers.

“so you’re now living with your sister… in the city.” he begins, looking into your eyes with a hopeful gleam. “for how long?”

“i’m not sure.” you shrug. “i’m still figuring it out, but my lease back home is up at the end of next month, so either way, i have to see what i want to do by then.”

“you should stay in the city.” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could process them.

“i mean- it’s just, you know, your sister is here, and her kids, and there’s more opportunities and stuff, and your work is remote anyways, and uh-” he stammers, words flowing out in an unstoppable stream.

“-and you’re here?” you tease.

his face flushes red.

“it is a possibility.” you sigh, shooting him a subtle smirk and saving him the embarrassment of coming up with a response. “i don’t know though. my sister wants me to stay too, but it’s a lot to think about.”

“i get it. my mom moved to the city to be near. it was hard for her.” he takes a sip of his drink. “not with me, though! she’s got a townhouse in the outskirts.” he quips.

you laugh. he definitely hasn't changed.

“speaking of, do you want to come back to my apartment? right now?” he shyly asks, avoiding your gaze for a moment.

“right now?” you look down and check the time displayed on your phone.

11:00pm.

“it’s a school night isn’t it?” you cock your head to the side. "i'm surprised you even wanted to meet up this late. thought i'd have to book office hours with you weeks in advance to catch up." you tease

izuku mentally curses at himself for being so forgetful, and so predictable. he doesn’t want this night with you to end, but that 7:00am alarm set for tomorrow morning is inching closer and closer.

“you’re right.” his confidence deflates. “i guess we should get going.”

you two pay your tab and make your way to the exit. you stand facing each other at the corner of the street, taking in each other’s presence once more.

there’s a faint buzzing in your ear from the lamppost hanging above you and your breaths come out in shallow puffs. you don’t know why you’re so nervous all of the sudden. you wish you didn’t have to leave again.

“so, can we do this again? can i see you again?” he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“you think i’d get to see izuku midoriya from beyond the grave and let you get away? for the second time?”

he feels like he could cry right now, so he pulls you in for a hug instead. you haven’t changed at all- not in the ways that matter anyways. his hand falls against the nape of your neck as he presses his cheek against your forehead.

“i missed you.” he mutters into your hair.

“me more.”

before you go your separate ways, i love you sits at the tip of his tongue. he wants to tell you. to finally say back after all of these years, but it somehow doesn’t feel right- not yet at least.

-

a few weeks later, you find yourself sitting in one of izuku’s classroom desks. the top button of his shirt is undone, his sleeves rolled up, and the soft late afternoon sunlight streaming through his window bathes him in gold.

from over your laptop screen, you see izuku mumbling to himself as he reads through essays while twirling a red pen between his fingers. the look of concentration had been plastered to his face since you were students- dark furrowed brows, unblinking eyes, a twinge of anxiety, and tightly pressed lips.

“you’re staring.” he mutters in between his incoherent mumbles.

his eyes snap up to meet yours.

“no i’m not.” you shrug, suppressing a satisfied smile as your eyes return to your own screen.

“I think i’ve gotten pretty good at noticing after spending all those years with you in that library.” he returns the smile, leaning back in his seat. “you don’t stare often, but when you do, you stare loud.”

“says you.” you roll your eyes. “you don’t think i ever noticed the thousand glances every hour?”

his face scrunches in embarrassment. 

“not like i could help myself.” he mutters, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. 

“ditto.” you halfway close your laptop and rest your head on a propped elbow. “but you knew that.”

the air in the room thickens between you two. you’ve been itching to have a conversation with izuku about your last moments before you left the city 5 years ago, but there hasn’t been a good time to bring it up. you weren’t even sure if you should at all.

“i don’t think i ever noticed.”

“noticed what?”

“that you liked me.” he pressed his lips together, nervous to bring up the past. “like that at least. i didn’t have a clue before you took me to that party.”

“how could you?” you breathe out a chuckle. “you were drowning in your work and studies, there was no time to even sleep let alone have anything romantic.”

a beat of silence passes.

“sorry.” he mutters.

“don’t be.” you shrug. "i loved you enough for the both of us. you were my best friend, and i wouldn’t change anything. maybe i would’ve forced you to take more naps, though.” you chuckle.

he doesn’t like the past tense termage of this conversation. it makes him feel a bit nauseous thinking that he really did lose it all, even with you here in front of him.

“i told you i felt the same, didn’t i?”

“mmm.. i guess so.” you mutter. “but it’s different. it was a goodbye.”

“i’m sorry.” he says again, with a pout this time.

“stop that.” you launch your pen in his direction, bouncing off of the chalk board behind him. “i’m here now. you’re here. you’re still my best friend. everything’s the same, except we’re a little bit older and have 5 years to catch up on. isn’t that enough?”

you two danced around the conversation for a few more minutes before returning to your work in silence. there was no clear answer as to where your feelings for each other stand now, but he feels just as sick as he did the day of the grad party.

but isn’t that enough? to just have you here now?

on a saturday night in his apartment, just days before you have to go home and sort out your living situation, izuku tells you he loves you for the first time.

you’re staring at him, unsure if maybe you heard him wrong or if it was the television in the background.

“huh?” your mouth gapes open. “what’d you say?”

“i..i love you.” his voice shakes as the words leave his mouth. “i love you, okay?”

for a split second, there’s a sequence of images that flash through his mind. his body would learn to wake up at 6:55am every morning despite his alarm being set for 7:00am. he sees you peacefully sleeping next to him, and he can’t bring himself to let that alarm go off and disturb you.

he’d start the coffee pot- enough for two, obviously. maybe he’d leave a nice note for you to start your day off with. maybe a grocery list if you’re up for the trip, but you’d insist that you go to the market together on the weekend. you’re very distracting, and he knows this, but you’d somehow always meet at the dining room table or his classroom to do work together. 

he’d come home to you softly singing in the kitchen while making dinner. every now and then, he’d surprise you with flowers when he comes home from work, but he’ll brush it off and say it’s “for the apartment” just out of pure nerves. movie nights. falling asleep on the couch together. waking up in the afternoon with a split second of panic- but it’s the weekend and he doesn’t have a class to get to. he’d see the sunlight pool against your face as you slowly wake up from your slumber with fluttering eyelashes. he’d kiss you in that unsuspecting moment. he’d say he loves you with every breath leaving his lungs. he’d always have time for you.

“izuku.” you sadly smile, turning over to the stove and extinguishing the flame. “you don’t have to do this, you know?”

his heart sinks to his stomach.

“i know- no it’s not like that.” he stammers. “it’s because.. i’m saying it because…”

he makes his way around the kitchen island to you, firmly gripping your shoulders. he wants to make sure you hear this from him properly. after all of these years.

“because i love you, and i think i alway have.” he bites his bottom lip. “and i think i always will, and you’re here, and i’m here, and i know it’s hard because i kind of really messed things up in university, but to be honest, i regret everything because yeah i love my job and i’m doing okay now, but i lost you for 5 years and thought i’d never get to see you again and i should've-”

he stops himself when he sees his reflection in your eyes. he’s doing it again- the rambling.

“sorry.” he mutters. “but do you…do you understand?” he almost pleads.

“i understand.” you nod your head, a long exhale following your reply.

for a moment, you’re 22 again, and the tears in his eyes threatening to spill over are no longer apologetic, but now hopeful.

you can’t help but pull him into a hug, running your hand up and down his back as he sniffs back his tears.

“always such a crybaby, izuku.” you muffle into his shoulder. “i love you, too. you know that.”

“i feel so stupid.” he chokes out. “5 years is so long, and i feel like i blacked out for the entirety of that time and now that you’re back, i’m alive and can't do it without you again.”

he pulls away, looking back at you with furrowed brows and tear stained cheeks.

“please stay in the city. please.” 

your eyes widen at the request- the same request you wished left his lips all those years ago.

“you want me to stay?”

“selfishly, yes.” he bites down on his bottom lip. “here. with me.”

you take a moment and let your eyes wander around the apartment. you eye the half cooked dinner on the stove, the pile of unopened mail sitting on the counter, the row of dead plants lining the living room window.

izuku follows your eyes. he knows you’d settle in nicely, almost like the final piece in a puzzle. he feels it in his gut. he also feels the panic bubbling in his stomach the longer your gaze lingers at the chaos behind him.

“is that too fast?” he breaks the silence. “sorry. i don’t mean to jump from ‘i love you’ to ‘move in with me’ in the same night.” he awkwardly laughs, releasing you from his grip. “uh, maybe we’ll talk more about that after dinner.”

his face burns into a bright red- snapping out of his love dazed state and back into the reality where he just confessed to his best friend on a random night in.

“maybe after dinner, you can give me a proper tour of the place?” 

for the first time in izuku's life, he feels content knowing that time passes and the world continues to turn.

with you, it feels a bit gentler.

with you, it's worth it.

-

bonus ssrryy i have to be indulgent lmao:

the first time izuku kisses you, you're on your way back from a late night outing from the bars with his coworkers where he introduces you as his partner for the first time.

"you sure you're okay?" he laughs as you rub your hand against the back of his neck from the passenger seat.

"super peachy, zuku." you hiccup, twirling a green curl between your fingers. "a few drinks got nothing on me."

izuku presses his lip into a wobbly smile.

from his peripheral, he feels your stare burning into his side profile, only making him more nervous by the second. he thinks about teasing you and calling it out for a moment, but he remains silent for the rest of the drive back home.

izuku parks the car, shutting off the engine and letting the overhead light dimly illuminated the space between you two.

he leans over to meet your eyes and rests his elbow over the center console, taking a second to silently debrief from the night's social outing.

"thanks for coming out with me." he whispers, reaching down and shyly interlocking his index finger with yours.

"i love a good excuse to drink." you laugh, leaning in and letting your foreheads connect.

izuku only had a single drink several hours ago, but he suddenly blacks out. with his other hands, he reaches up and tips your chin up and lock his lips with yours.

it takes you off guard, but you don't hesitate to reach up and rest your hand on the side of his neck.

when izuku pulls away, his breathing is heavy and face grows red. your finger remains interlocked.

"um. i love you." he coughs, briefly meeting your gaze before darting away. "uh, sorry i should have asked" he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"i love you, izuku midoriya." you say in a teasing tone, leaning further over the center console and into the driver's seat.

izuku leans away until his back hits the soft interior of the car door.

"uh, we should.. we should go in? right?" he starts, eyes widening as you inch closer.

you reach over and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him into you.

"yeah, we should." you say before crashing your lips into his, feeling him accept the defeat with a nervous laugh as he lets his hands find the soft skin of your cheek and warmth of your neck.

[sttoru]

Toji x reader kids first nightmare

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff.

“ugh,” toji groans as his peaceful slumber was interrupted by small cries. it was currently 4:35am and the two of you were cuddled up underneath the blankets after putting megumi to bed a couple hours earlier. toji’s beefy arms were tightly wrapped around your bare figure, his vision blurry and his voice hoarse from the lack of rest once abruptly awoken. you started to stir too, however toji quickly soothes you back to sleep;

“ssh, ssh, i’ll take care of ‘m.” you were usually the one who instantly rushed over to your son during the night and it made your husband feel bad. you already do so much around the house, the least he could do in return was take over this simple task.

toji gets up with a quiet yawn, scratching his head as he tries to find his boxers somewhere on the floor. he manages to spot them scattered near the bed along with your own pile of clothes; “comin’..” toji grumbles, almost stumbling over his own feet while hurriedly pulling up his boxers.

the soft, weak cries of the little baby were at their loudest in the nursery. megumi was in his crib, hands aimlessly flailing around, cheeks red and tears staining both his face and bedsheets. toji’s heart ached at the sight once the lights flickered on.

“i gotta say—y’re breaking my heart there, kid.” the man sighs deeply and reaches down to lift megumi up in his (hopefully) consoling embrace. he’s seen others have nightmares before, his wife being an example, but there’s something about seeing a child—his child—in distress that makes him doubt himself as a dad. he doesn’t have any experience with kids and it showed in specific moments like these. he has no clue on how to handle a child who just got awoken from a bad dream. though, as always, he tries.

“shhh,” shushing is a simple first step that anyone could think of; “it’s okay, daddy’s here,” reassuring the little one of his presence is a decent second step, although there’s no guarantee megumi could understand. toji’s mind was working overtime as he tried to recall the methods you used to help megumi quiet down

he eventually decides to simply sit on the nearby rocking chair, leaning back against it while carefully swaying his son back and forth. his lips were brushing against megumi’s ear to whisper sweet, reassuring things in hopes it would calm the kid.

“must’ve been scary, hm?” toji mumbles, hand gently patting the back of megumi’s head. the baby was still crying, however the volume and intensity of the sobs had decreased greatly the moment he was in his dad’s arms;

“i know.. i know, shhh.” toji continues after placing megumi’s little body close to his bare chest, the chair still moving back and forth slowly—the motions being calming for both father and son.

a couple minutes pass by and megumi was finally back asleep on toji’s torso; it seemed like hearing his dad’s breathing and voice was more than enough to soothe his nerves. toji had his big hands placed securely on megumi’s body, head held low to kiss his son’s forehead as his own eyes started to droop.

“g’night..”

before toji even realised, he had started to doze off as well. he made sure to hold his son tightly—cuddling up to the tiny boy in an attempt to keep him safe and sound from any bad nightmares.

“..love you.”

[whitefeathers]

sorry that noncon namgyu got me like hes gen perfect for that...

do you think he would low-key manipulate thanos into a noncon threesome w a pretty girl...

hes literally the most sadistic mfer alive the non con fics pretty much write themselves, im so glad other people see it too !!

tags: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. non con, manipulation, dark!nam-gyu, date r*pe and drugging, small blurb

I think he would definitely manipulate Thanos into a threesome. He’d manipulate you into it, too.

Nam-gyu meets you at a club and mocks your innocence to pressure you into smoking weed, making you smoke far too much for your tolerance to handle. It has you spaced out and pliant, enough for him to take you back to his place without a commotion. You’re pretty like this, but Nam-gyu is focused on making you worse, giving you water laced with date rape for your cotton mouth to have you completely out of it. You accept it without question, mumbling a giggled thank you before falling back onto his huge bed and giggling some more.

Nam-gyu grabs his phone off the dresser, next to the empty water bottle, and texts Thanos.

4:34AM: dude, i just brought a chick back from pentagon n shes begging for a threesome.

4:34AM: u down?

Thanos’ reply comes as quick as Nam-gyu knew it would.

4:35AM: bro im so down. i’ll b there in 10. high as shit tho lol.

It’s fine, Nam-gyu thinks.

So are you.

[bra1nr0tnramblez]

Current Bra1nR0t: 4/29/24 5:35AM - 5:46AM

TW: This Bra1nR0t account will most definitely contain smut as I'm literally about to write about it, I wont tolerate hate comments, just leave if you don't like what you see.

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Think1ng Ab0ut:

Masochist Katsuki Bakugo under you, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as you wrap your cold hands around his throat, progressively choking him harder, grinning as you push your knee against his hardening cock.

Katsuki whimpering as his cock grows swollen and a deep shade of red from your teasing, him begging you to touch him as you continue to dig your knee deeper against his cock.

Katsuki rutting against your knee as you tell him to make himself cum, his flushed face as it contorts realizing he can't cum without you partaking in his pleasure.

Katsuki moaning loudly as the bed frame rocks against the wall, any neighbor in a two mile radius able to hear his moans.

Katsukis hole swallowing your cock whole as you push it inside him with ease, him being excessively lubed up from your lubed up fingers practially fucking him.

Katsuki cumming the moment you dig your nails into his waist, murmuring praises into his ear on how good he was, how pretty his body was, all red and desperate more, how his physique aligned with your desires perfectly, his almost feminine waist as you grip it harder, feeling how small it is.

[vikspretty]

message in a bottle

you and spencer are best friends, but you both want more

masterlist

pairing: spencer reid x reader

tags: intern tech analyst! reader, no use of y/n, literal taylor lyrics as speech, academic inaccuracies (im british), rushed ending (and all throughout tbh), not proofread (it's 4:35am), season 5 reid, boyband hair reid, fluff!!!

notes: bro. the amount of times i rewrote this before i finally settled on the idea i actually liked. and as i write these notes before actually writing out the fic listning to this song im getting more ideas. hopefully this one is quite a bit longer.

wc: 1,550

"I'm reachin' for you, terrified, 'Cause you could be the one that I love, I could be the one that you dream of, Message in a bottle is all I can do, Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you" - Taylor Swift's 'Message in a Bottle (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

It was clear to everyone that there was something between you and the BAU's resident genius. So clear infact, that even the two of you knew it. Many times your brain had danced on the idea of confessing, or even just going up to Spencer and asking for sure if he liked you, but you already had that confirmation from Morgan through a voice message he had sent you of Spencer admitting his feelings one time when they had gone out.

At first, the thing you had found frightening was the fact that your best friend liked you. You didn't know what you were supposed to do with that information. But the more you thought about it, the more you realised that what actually frightens you is the fact that those feelings are reciprocated ten-fold, you just weren't sure on how you felt about them being out in the open to him -- and so, you found other ways to show your feelings. You wanted to ensure that Spencer knew you cared for him more than a normal friend did, but you also wanted to make sure that it could still be played off as a friendly gesture if anyone asked or if he was to find someone else.

You always thought Spencer was beautiful, both in the way he acted and especially the way he looked. When he had come in slightly late to a briefing with a brand new hair cut, it's safe to say you were hypnotized. Then when Hotch made his comment about Spencer's new haircut making him look like a boyband member, you could see Morgan's face waiting for your comment, as you had many times mentioned about how certain boyband members were attractive. But you couldn't pull your eyes from Spencer. He hadn't noticed, but when it was your turn to make a comment on the case, you were tongue-tied, stumbling over your words. This then prompted Spencer to later pull you to the side to ask if you were okay because for you to stutter in front of people like that was an extremely rare occurrence.

Realising you definitely wanted more out of yours and Spencer's relationship, you went for leaving him more obvious hints. You wanted to make sure he knew what you meant by your gifts so you'd write flirty notes and leave them on the front pages of books you'd give him, or attach little comments to the cups of coffee you'd buy him. You were sure this would work, but then work took over.

As an intern, you had certain times when you weren't in the office helping Garcia out and were instead in classes and study sessions to prepare for exams. Usually, you would try your best to help Garcia and the team from her office while also studying there, however, you had your biggest, most important one coming up, and Hotch had given you the time off to allow you to focus on it, ensuring you that the team would be just fine without you for a few weeks.

At the beginning of this break, you'd study in your apartment and Spencer would come over with take-out to help where he could and to just keep you company, you studying while he read on your couch. However, the team had been called to Las Vegas on a gruelling case, so times for you and Spencer to talk were very limited. Even when they got back, Spencer had vaguely mentioned that he had seen his mother while in Vegas and wanted to see if he could get her into another programme. You still had about a week to your exam so studying became more frequent and time to talk and hangout with Spencer became very sparse, sometimes going days without talking at all.

Eventually, your exam had passed and so came the long wait for your result. You were back at the BAU, and even though they had hit a dry spell of cases, paperwork and training did not. The mornings would drag, but when it would come to lunch, you and Spencer had decided to take it together everyday, often heading to a local cafe for an hour to talk and just have a break.

On a seemingly endless workday, a day where you didn't get a chance to stop for lunch, there was a knock at the door of yours and Garcia's shared office.

As the door opened, you both looked up, your smile immediately widening at the view of your best friend holding a tea and a bag of what you assumed was something from a bakery the two of you had found a while back.

"To what do we owe the pleasure Doctor?" Garcia's teasing tone was unmissable as she gave you a side look with a smirk, knowing exactly what had prompted the visit.

"Well, someone, skipped out on me for lunch today so I decided to bring it here, and don't worry I got you some too Garcia."

Garcia took her food and made it seem like she went back to work but in reality she was watching as you and Spencer chatted.

Spencer soon left to get back to his own pile of paperwork and you watched the door a few seconds too long after he left, your daze only breaking at the sound of Garcia's voice. "Girl. You need to tell him, I know you said you were leaving him hints but I don't think he got them, I think you need to be clear and just tell him."

The only word going through your head was 'disaster'. Not in the terms of your relationship, but in the terms of you knew you were going to go through with it and risk everything.

At the end of the work day you made sure to be ready to leave for when Spencer also would be leaving. Running a little to catch up to him by the elevator you shouted his name. "Spence, hey."

"Hi, you didn't have to run, I would've waited for you." He said, laughing a little as you regained your breath now on the elevator.

"Yeah yeah, anyway, movie night?"

Spencer's smile grew even wider than it already was as he nodded and followed you to your car when you got to the parking lot.

It took a while for you to finally gain the courage to confess. In your head as you left the BAU, you had told yourself to do it as soon as you arrived at your apartment, but that nagging part of your brain told you to be a little selfish and enjoy what could be the last few hours of normalcy between the two of you if this were to go downhill.

Two movies later and Chinese take-out on your coffee table, you turned to Spencer.

"You could be the one that I love."

There was silence.

You weren't sure why you had phrased it like that, knowing Spencer would be confused, and this was evident in his face: his eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he finished chewing his food, turning to you.

"And I could be the one that you dream of."

You cringed inwardly at yourself again, willing yourself to just express your feelings normally, but just as you went to speak again, Spencer beat you to it. "You're already the one I dream of. My every thought is consumed by you. I've noticed your hints, pretty girl, all of them, the notes, the extra gifts, which by the way, I love but you really do not need to be spending that much on me, I know how much limited book editions cost and you've bought me five in the past two months. Anyway. I am in love with you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but you seemed to have a lot of work and I wanted to make sure I wouldn't add to that if those 'hints' turned out to just be friendly."

You were stunned, and your lack of response seemed to invite Spencer to continue.

"You are the one that I love. You have been for a long time. I think I've spent more time being in love with you than I have just thinking of you as a friend."

Stupidly, instead of saying anything, you just looked down at your lap. You didn't know what to say. You weren't entirely sure what you were expecting to come out of your 'confession', but Spencer's words were not an expectation in any of your many thoughts of how this would play out.

"Please say something, if I've got it wrong, please let me know so that I can leave-"

The idea of him leaving seemed to pull you from your stun. "No! Please don't leave. I'm sorry, I just never expected you to say anything like that. I played this all out in my head so many times but I never expected you to think of me that way. I am so unbelievably happy and in love with you Dr. Spencer Reid."

Cringing at the use of his full titled name, he muttered out a "Shush you," as he cupped your cheek, pulling you into his lips.

Your message in a bottle got to it's destination.

i won't lie, this is so rushed and i actually kind of hate how it turned out, but it is 4:31am and i am tired but i just really wanted to get this out. at least it's longer than my last two fics. i might come back and edit it but for now, here it is. either way, i hope you enjoyed and please send requests, the people i can write for are in my masterlist!

dividers by @cafekitsune

thank you for reading!

[callitwh4ty0uwant]

Summer nights!

Summary; Y/n discovers that her family has offered her and the Pogues the summer at the beach house… and of course the group had to accept that offer.

Florida!!! Masterlist: Summer masterlist!

jj Maybank x fem! Reader

Warnings - smoking, feelings, JJ being an asshole, sexual innuendos, swearing, alcohol, unestablished relationship, angst, fluff.

Outerbanks was beautiful to say the least, she had a beautiful house, amazing friends and an amazing view to look at, no she didn’t mean the sunset and sunrise she saw ever morning she meant JJ Maybank, gorgeous, dumb blonde, flirt, and amazing abs.

But it was days like these she loved seeing JJ shirtless out on his board surfing, with John B, the girl had some news to share, but she could not Keep her eyes off of the blonde boy that was walking out from the water towards her, Sarah, pope and Kiara.

“Okay so..uh.. I..” she trailed on as the boy sat down beside her “my dad says, he can’t make it this year so my family isn’t going, but he offered us to go to our beach house in Florida this year for the full summer” she said making the two girls eyes go wide as the jumped up im excitement “so what do you say!” She asked making the girls nod in agreement.

“Yes!” The two girls brought the girl into a hug squeezing her “when do we leave!” Sarah asked “Sunday” she spoke making the girls squeal in excitement.

But Sunday came quicker than expected, she wasn’t complaining though, she loved her friends and that beach house with her whole heart.

The suitcases were tough to fit in, as the group piled into her car the airport was the next stop as it was 4:35am in the morning and she was tired as hell to drive all that way to Florida.

The plane ride journey was rough JJ had insisted to sit next to her, which was odd cuz he had never shown that much interest in her before. Turns out the big tough guy he claimed to be was scared of flying, she talked him through it though.

“I need to piss, and a coffee” she said as the group got off the plane and made their way to baggage claim “brb” she said after spotting the toilets.

After finishing her business she walked back out spotting the group, with her bags and drinks “for you m’lady” JJ said handing her the coffee with a smile on his face “thank you kind sir” she laughed putting on a British accent that was half-assed

After getting the car that was already pre-booked for the summer they made their way to the beach house, she was so excited to show her friends her happy place, if someone asked what she thought was home? She would always go back to this place in her mind, even when she was sad or upset.

“Home sweet home” she said as she pulled up into the driveway. They got out of the BMW the Pogues stood infront of it admiring the big house that stood in front of them “and why didn’t you invite us sooner?” John B exclaimed as he took the multiple suitcases out of the trunk.

“Never crossed my mind” she shrugged pulling on her suitcases to the front porch “we’re gonna have to double up by the way not enough rooms, it looks gigantic but there’s only three bedrooms upstairs” she spoke as the Pogues came up behind her as she unlocked the door.

“I call my parents bedroom!” She yelled as they rushed upstairs noticing JJ standing behind her “guess I’m stuck with you then.. huh?” She laughed as he followed up upstairs “what do you mean stuck with me” he laughed placing his hand on his chest in offence as he opened the double bedroom doors that led to her parents bedroom.

“God y/n this is room is bigger than my house” he mumbled as he threw himself on the California king bed “my parents like treat themselves when their on vacation, I have king bed” she said tiredly copying JJ as she left the suitcases at the door.

“This room makes the house look bigger than it actually is, it was so expensive for only three bedrooms” she groaned pulling herself up “and I swear to god JJ if you pull any of your shenanigans” she pulled her self up from the bed removing the pillow from behind his head “I will make you sleep on the couch” she said while smacking his face with the soft fabric.

“Now I’m gonna go get a bikini on while you unpack your shit okay?” She said as he gave her one of his charming smiles as she dragged her suitcases to the bathroom, a funny warm feeling over taking her body as she laid the suitcase out.

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“KIE, SARAH, WE HAVE TO GO TO THE STORE TO GET FOOD!” The girl said poking her head out the bedroom making the girls groan as the jet-lag was taking over all of them “c’mon!” She yelled as they followed her downstairs and back into the car.

The drive was short to the nearest Walmart picking out alcohol, and whatever junk food they could find, making sure to pick up sunscreen, and more cosmetics products. Not that they needed anymore anyways, their cart was full as they pushed it to check-out.

Five bags, is what they left with “I think we left with more than what we needed” she laughed as they pulled up back to the beach house “time to get this par-ty started!” Sarah jumped as they made their way inside spotting the boys lounging on the sofa.

The boys had jumped as soon as they saw the six-packs of beer being took out the bag and placed on the kitchen island.

The bathing suit she had put on before the girls left was handy as she slid her shorts off, she could a familiar pair of eyes on her as she slid the glass door open the warm air hitting her body as she looking around the familiar scenery.

She took a deep breath smelling the fresh salty air as she heard John B jump into the pool, pope jumping in next, she shook her head a smile appearing on her face as she was next to jump in.

“I hate saying this, but I can’t believe how much I missed this place” she said swimming over to the clear glass edge of the pool that looked out onto the beach “this place is so beautiful” Kiara said making the other Pogues agree.

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THE NIGHT HAD SLOWLY CAME AND THE SUN WAS SETTING AS THE POGUES LOUNGED IN THE HOT TUB laughing at whatever joke john B had made, the group was drunk but she wasn’t to drunk to notice JJ’s lingering gaze on her as he made his was closer to her everytime he got back into the hot tub after going out to get another beer.

“I genuinely can’t believe you ever complained about this place y/n” pope said making the girl roll her eyes “it’s even worse with family, believe me” her head falling back “anyways” she sleepily said “im gon’ call it a night” she said standing up almost falling over in the process, JJ’s hand catching hers as she got out.

“Me too, this one’s heavily intoxicated” he laughed “so are you” she hit his bare chest as she got out “let’s get you to bed” he said pulling her inside “ ‘m too sleepy” she slurred as she made her way upstairs.

“How am I more drunk than you?” She drunkenly laughed as she opened the door to the bedroom “‘m going for a shower” she huffed making her away into bathroom “g’night Jay” she slurred.

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Masterlist



[inameating]

talking about types of deodorant/perfume/cologne tokyo ghoul characters would wear because i thought about it for too long from the hours of 4:41AM to approximately 5:35AM on december 25th 2024. and that’s true im not making it up

i’ll start with the Quinx cus they’re easy.

ginshi. ginshi ginshi ginshi. u know that kind of foul boys’ locker room smell where it’s like sweat and whatever god awful cologne they spray in there like febreeze?? ginshi smells of that cologne.. with all the love in the world. but i feel like he wouldn’t load it on he’d put on a normal amount like a normal boy … so you’d get used to it. like you’d come to go ‘oh there’s ginshi smells here’ but you’d say it fondly

saiko probably likes those yummy cake perfumes… i just think she’d like them . i think they’re called gourmand but idrk. the type of stuff you’d get for your 9 year old niece for her birthday, it has unicorns and stuff all over the bottle , but more grown up (ie no unicorns but bigger cost) . or maybe saiko still uses the unicorns one that she has from when she was tiny . you wouldn’t know

mutsuki you smell like clean linen or sea salt or something. one of those bottles with the picture of the sea and the sand on the front that looks all serene and that but on one of the least serene fellas i have ever encountered . maybe some lemon and lime in there …

urie u probably smell the fucking same … 😡 cis people always stealing from us transgenders i see… /j . but no urie probably smells of SWEAT BLOOD and TEARS you’d hate to be around him.

yeah that whatever that is

haise probably smells like how those 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 gifs look . flowery and powdery and you’d probably choke to death if he hugged you. haise smells of grandma . haise is grandma . ❤️

hsiao is a difficult one bcos at one point i feel like she’d buy those ‘MANLY EPIC MONSTER TRUCK COLOGNE’s just because . at the same time i think she’d like that kind of wet grass after rain smell . maybe both . one on weekdays one on weekends

touma i’m gonna be fr i don’t know probably like rich people stuff umm his uncle dead guys idk much about touma

shinsanpei aura

guys i looked at his wiki help he realy is arson they/them i support goddamn! anyways aura probably smells offf ummmm idk nerd shit this bro likes magic tricks idk what magicians wear

that’s all i’ll do another one of these maybe

byebye

[galaxygurlll]

Project Fear x Y/n Schroeder - Prologue

Reader is Alex’s younger sister (same age as Dakota) and best friends with Tanner, Chelsea, and Dakota and everyone else. Reader does get scared easily, but takes a challenge like a champ, most of the time. Some places affect her more than others and she does have her moments where she doesn’t know if she can continue but does with everyone else’s help. She has the most trouble with getting badly targeted at the Prison locations and can’t figure out if that’s a good or bad thing but at hospitals, she seems to be the most liked by the spirits and ghosts there. She does become the most vulnerable at times though. She also appears as a regular on Sam and Colby’s channel, but that’s when she’s not on the road, filming with her group.

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-Few weeks prior-

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Dakota Laden 💛

Hello y/n!!

So, you know how Destination Fear is sadly no longer around? Well, good news... we're putting it on YouTube and calling it Project Fear!!! I've already talked to the others and they've all said that they're in. So now, we wait on you.

No pressure though, just wanted to let you know and ask if you're interested in coming back? If so, let me know and I'll give you more information.

Anyways, that's all!

Dak 😄

Sent at 12:56am

Seen at 4:11am

Y/n Schroeder 😆

Hey Dak!

Sorry for late reply, rough night so I just got/read your message about starting up 'Project Fear' on YouTube. I reckon this is a really good idea!

So yeah, I'm in for sure!! Good to know the others have also agreed otherwise I would be a bit more hesitant.

Can't wait!!

Y/n 💛

Sent at 4:28am

Seen at 7:09am

Dakota Laden 💛

Yes! Yay! I'll send you through more information now and I'll let the others know that you've agreed! Also, rough night? You good?

Sent at 7:12am

Dakota Laden 💛

Alright! I told them and sent you the info! Also, you can give small hints on your socials, but don't make it too obvious, we want to surprise people, girl!

Sent at 7:28am

Seen at 7:29am

Y/n Schroeder 😆

Cooool! I'll message them now and I'll put a subtitle hint up on Insta. I already have an "amazing" spot in mind!! But, all in all, I swear Dakota Laden, if I see something too real, I will hit you, on the head, repetitively. I'm being serious. And yeah, I'm all good.

Sent at 7:33am

Seen at 7:35am

Dakota Laden 💛

Believe me, I know! But, now I'm scared for your location girl. And alright, just checking.

Sent at 7:36am

Seen at 7:38am

Y/n Schroeder 😆

Don't be and thanks! Anywho, I'm gonna go get breakfast then head to the gym for a morning workout. I'm about to book a flight over to you as well since that was in the info if that's alright?

Sent at 7:45am

Seen at 7:50am

Dakota Laden 💛

Ofc girl! Now go!!!

Sent at 7:53am

Seen at 7:55am

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y/n_schroeder Going on a trip to go visit some people!

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alexschroeder4 Hey sis! Does this happen to be me, tanner_wiseman and dakotaladen7? Pinned ❤️ by author

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y/n_schroeder Who knows alexschroeder4, maybe 🤔

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alexschroeder4 Hmmm... ❤️ by author

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dakotaladen7 Wonder who? y/n_schroeder, do you even remember what time your flight is? Pinned ❤️ by author

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y/n_schroeder Okay, wow dakotalanden, rude... definitely didn't just have to check 😆

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dakotaladen7 😆 Of course you did! ❤️ by author

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chelsealaden Woah! Plane trip? By yourself? Aren't you scared of them? Pinned ❤️ by author

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y/n_schroeder chelsealaden 🤫 They don't need to know that! But yes, first trip alone on a plane!!

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chelsealaden Oops! Sorry y/n/n! Good luck!!! ❤️ by author

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tanner_wiseman Well, can't wait to see where you end up y/n/n! 😁 Pinned ❤️ by author

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y/n_schroeder Can't wait either!

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Profile picture is like Dakota's, but instead, it's y/n

Y/n Schroeder

She/her

Producer/Editor/Swimmer/Author/Photographer/Paranormal expert & explorer

27 years old, born on 9/10/1995 - Libra

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-Plane landed-

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Upon exiting the sliding doors leading to the pick-up, she hears her name and, tiredly, looks over to see three people barreling towards her. Just a second before crashing into her, she realises that this is Alex, Tanner, and Dakota. She squeals into the hug and they separate with the boys taking her luggage and she carries her backpack on her left shoulder.

Tanner and Dakota walk in front with Alex and y/n behind as the boys catch up with y/n and she does the same with them. They reach the car and hop in, Tanner driving with Alex in passenger since Dakota wanted to talk with y/n and catch her up on more things for the trip that was happening in a few weeks time.

Y/n was so excited to be back at this, and, she could not wait to plan her location but she does know, that the others will probably be really annoyed at her choice. Hm.

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Next chapter

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/galaxygurlll

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A/n: Now transferring this story over! Four more parts are already written and will be moved over!

[barkovsasha]

i can absolutely believe they won but like i also can't believe i just got to witness that. it is 4:35am and i am exhausted and so wired but i just got to see the florida panthers win their first ever stanley cup, the first ever finnish captain to win the cup, multiple players, both new and old to the nhl, win their first cup. the amount of love i have for this team is immense and i don't imagine it ever shrinking and i love every one of you for making this such a fun and exciting experience to be a part of 🫶

[chlorinecake]

ੈ♡ “do you actually hate me? so, enemies to lovers?”

🧩 N.RK 🐈‍⬛

pairing: flirtatious!stranger!riki x tsundere!fem!reader 🍵

synopsis: after calling the mysterious airport boy’s phone number, you’re left to make a decision that could quite possibly change everything between you two

cw: language, mentions of food, lots of teasing, crack, ft. riki’s big sister [Konon]

wc: 1.9k — part 1 ✈️ & part 2 💌 & part 4 🥟

You stared at the yellow sticky note in your hand, reading Riki’s letter for what felt like the hundredth time. By now, you had fully memorized his number, but you still glanced at it as you typed the series of digits onto your phone.

Boop, the dial tone sang eerily.

“Hello,” the cheerful speaker said from the other side of the phone.

“Hey, this is ____ from the airport. I just wanted to say thank you for returning my…item,” you chuckled.

“Uhh, I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.”

“Oh,” you almost frowned, “then who is this?”

“This is Café Royale on Olive Street. Wait, what did you say your name was again?”

“____.”

“Ok, cool! We were told to expect a call from you! You have a table for two reserved at 8:30am with Mr. Riki N.“

“I do? I mean, is he there now?” You asked, looking at the time that currently read 8:19am.

Ding.

“Yeah, he just came in,” the call cut out.

After getting dressed in casual apparel, you arrived at the café around 8:35am, spotting Riki and the female cashier chatting things up. He whipped his head at the sound of the door bell chiming, smiling at the sight of you.

“Wow,” he remarked, taking in your frame.

“Skipping straight to the corny stuff, I see,” you teased, sticking your hands in your pockets.

“No? I’m just surprised you actually showed up,” he said as the waitress made her way over.

You weren’t too sure why Riki wanted to meet with you so soon. Though, it surprised you how much thought he put into arranging everything.

“Hello again! Feel free to check out some of our options and see what you like before ordering,” she chirped, looking back and forth between you and him. “He’s my little brother, by the way, so don’t try anything fast unless you wanna be scalped,” she snapped, passing you a menu.

You didn’t really know how to respond to that, so you just stayed quiet, following Riki’s lead as he guided you to the reserved table by your hand.

His grip was protective yet gentle, you felt like you could hold his hand forev-

What am I saying, you thought to yourself.

He pulled out your chair before sitting beside you, propping his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers.

“That’s Konon, my older sister. She wasn’t trying to threaten you. Just think of it as a friendly warning,” he nodded as if accepting it himself.

“I understand,” you smiled, analyzing the menu. “You two look very alike. Do you have similar personalities, too?”

He giggled, “We have similar interests, but different character’s. She’s obviously the cold type when it comes to meeting new people. I’m more…”

“Flirty,” you answered, meeting his eyes.

“So I’ve been told,” he hummed.

The waitress came over to your table with a note and pen in hand, “Alrighty, kid’s. What can I get ya?”

“I’ll have a matcha boba smoothie,” you answered plainly, suddenly becoming shy in front of his sister.

“And for the gentleman?”

“I’d like a matcha latte, with a sharing platter of chocolate filled shortbread cookies…and maybe a few breakfast bagel bites… ooh! With fresh strawberries on the side, microwaved please.”

Konon didn’t bother writing down his order, tucking the notepad in her apron pocket. “Fantastic! I’ll be back with your order in just a few minutes,” she said sarcastically, side-eying Riki as she walked away.

A different waiter brought out your order, placing a wooden platter down on the table, along with a few napkins.

“Thank you,” you and Riki said in unison, bowing his head slightly.

You immediately took a sip of your boba, a few drops of the sugary green liquid dripped from the straw, seeping through your top.

How lovely.

“Uhhh,” you looked down at your chest, the imprint of your bra starting to show.

“Looks like you’ve got a hole in your lip,” he teased, moving a thumb to wipe the drink from your mouth and then tasting it himself. “Hmm, she never makes it that good for me,” he pouted, using a few napkins to wipe at your chest.

You could feel your face growing hotter as he continued to dab at the stain, your mind still stuck on the image of him tasting the tea from your mouth with his thumb.

What was this boy doing to your heart?

“Gosh, Riki, maybe if you stopped thinking about my melons, the universe would stop drawing attention to them!” You raised your voice at him accusingly, swatted his hand away from you. Luckily, Konon had her back turned and didn’t notice the commotion.

“I can’t believe you just called your boobs melons,” he judged. “Did you give each one it’s own name, too?”

“You’re a foreign breed, Riki,” you said, failing to get the green out of your shirt.

He sighed, “Here.” Looking up to face him, your eyes darted to the view of his abs that poked from underneath his shirt. “What’re you doing,” you asked, trying to mask how you were literally just checking him out.

He took off his hoodie, revealing the white tee he wore underneath. Running a hand through his bleached hair, he handed you the hoodie to cover your stained shirt.

“Riki, you don’t have to do that.”

“No, it’s alright,” he smiled, snaking your head through the hole.

You still had to get used to his strange personality, but you were growing more and more fond of it with every second that passed.

“What do you think?” He asked, sitting back down before flashing you a shit eating grin.

“What do I think of what?”

“The way I smell? I’m sure you took a whiff. Weirdo.”

Ouch. You never would’ve thought getting a taste of your own medicine would be so painful.

You paused in thought, “Well, it smells a little off, actually. Like reptilian eggs and ear wax, but I’ll get over it, I guess,” you teased back, eliciting a fit of laughter from him.

He was hysterical, hair tussling all over his head as his body followed the sounds he made. It’s not that Riki found your joke all that funny, but it was how small you looked in his hoodie that really tickled him. He let out a sigh, reattaining his composure.

“Can you pass me a few cookies?”

You nodded, handing him three.

“Excuse me? I’m a cookie short, ma’am.”

You scoffed. “What’re you talking about?”

“I asked for a few cookies? You only gave me three.”

“Yeah, because a few IS three.”

“Okay, everybody knows a few is four. A throuple is three”

“Throuple sounds so dumb. And for the record, a couple is two, a few is three, nobody knows what four is, and a handful is five, because you have five fingers.”

“I’m sure I could hold a lot more than five cookies in one hand, just saying.”

“That’s not the point, Riki!”

“Whatever, ____,” he shook his head, taking a bite of the crisp cookie. “Words aren’t a valid way to measure numbers anyway.”

“Change the subject or I’m leaving.”

He rolled his eyes, dipping one of his cookies into the warm green latte. “Have you ever experienced a ghost poop before?”

You choked on your boba. “A what?”

“A ghost poop. It’s when you feel the urge to poop but you don’t actually have to poop, so like, it’s just your butthole going through the motions of pooping but you’re not actually pooping? I know you know what I’m talking about.”

You shook your head in horror, offended that he brought up such a thing while you were eating. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What? You told me to change the subject!” He defended, picking up one of the mushy strawberries before savoring the tartness in his mouth, reaching to add a cookie to the mix.

You blinked at him. “I hate you.”

He moved the biscuit from his face, “Wait, like… actually?”

“Yes, actually.”

“No, I mean like deadass?”

“Actually, deadass, for real, no cap, whatever,” you exaggerated, picking with a loose thread of his hoodie.

He finally bit into the cookie, munching and nodding at your response. “Hmm. So, enemies to lovers?”

“I’d rather die.”

“Woah, that’s a pretty big step, ____, but if you’re ready for that kind of commitment, so am I.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a smile wavering over his features. “Can I call you ‘baby’?”

“I don’t think you should order caffeinated drinks anymore.”

“As a soon to be legal adult, I’m allowed to enjoy as much caffeine as I please.”

“So- wait, how are you qualified to work as a tsa agent if you’re a minor?” You asked curiously, trying one of the cookies yourself.

“Don’t you know my last name?”

You swallowed, “Obviously not.”

“Well, my father owns the airline organization you went to the other day. I’ve been working as an agent since I my sixteenth birthday, but before, he had me on window cleaning duty a few days a week. He says it’s his way of making me into a ‘good-for-something man.’ Working with him has its perks though.”

Riki Nishimura, you pieced together in your mind. A name that sounded so lovely on the tongue and so fresh in the mind. Why was he so dreamy?

“Does he pay you?”

“Pfft, no. He lets me travel once a month, instead.”

“No way. Where’ve you been?”

“Uhhh, the Philippines, Japan, of course, because I have relatives out there, Australia, Spain, South Korea, Brazil, Poland, Canada-”

“Paris?”

He paused for a moment. “No, actually. I was never really captivated by the place. Not until I met you, that is.”

What the? That was such a direct comment! Does he find you “captivating?”

He dug into his leather shoulder bag, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you.

“You’re really the old fashioned letter and notes type, huh?”

“Yes, and you love that about me,” he winked, “among others things, I’m sure.”

You scoffed, “Like what?”

“Well,” he began, leaning back in his chair with folded arms, showing off his toned muscles. “I’m mysterious.”

“Mysterious?”

“Mhm,” he nodded confidently, “And attractive.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I always say silly things that you find endearing.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Rik-”

“You’re in love with my name.”

You wanted to kick him for how flustered you suddenly felt.

He continued from your silence, “You say it all the time like you’re scared to forget it. Like I’m gonna walk away if you don’t keep calling me.”

You dusted a few crumbs from your hands over the table. “Would you?” you asked, meeting his piercing eyes.

“Would I what?”

“Walk away.”

He leaned forward, looking down at the empty mug before him.

“Maybe if you were to reject my offer,” he finished, gleaming at the sealed envelope that sat on your side of the table.

Biting a lip with anticipation, you tore an end of the white rectangle, revealing what was inside:

A plane ticket.

To Paris, France.

With Riki.

Tomorrow!

You shook your head in disbelief, meeting his desperate yet patient features.

“I… this is… Riki-”

“See? There you go saying my name again,” he set his hand over yours, “I’m right here, ____. All you have to do is say yes.”

You took a deep breath, trying to rationalize between your heart that screamed yes and your mind that howled no. It’s not like you didn’t trust him, but you still weren’t sure how you felt about him yet, and something like this could change everything between you two. From a cute stranger that gave you hell at the airport to potentially travelling the world with him.

What do you say?

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Online Matchup 4

Summery: Y/N makes a trip back home last minute, ruining Jason's plan for a breakfast date, but that won't stop him from coming up with a different plan.

Warning: swearing, talk of surgery, Jason's being a sweetheart, fluff

A/n: this is becoming one of my comfort fics to write, and I can't be mad about it. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Feedbacks always welcome

Words: 3097

Ao3

Series master list

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October 8

Jason (6:40am) Good morning How are you this beautiful morning?

Y/N Why in the everloving fuck are you awake at six in the morning?

Jason Aren’t you a potty mouth in the early mornings Someone should teach you a lesson

Y/N It’s to early for anything right now

Jason’s May I remind you, that you’re awake this early too

Y/N My sister decided it was the perfect time to call me Apparently it couldn’t wait until I was awake enough to call her back And now I can’t sleep

Jason Everything okay?

Y/N Define okay?

Jason It’s your dad isn’t it?

Y/N Yeah I don’t know, I don’t want to talk about it

Jason Fair enough

Y/N Now answer my question

Jason Demanding Wanted to know how you were doing after last night

Y/N Better now that I’ve slept I wish I could sleep longer tho Though my eyes hurt and it feels like I have a hangover

Jason Consequences of crying before bed

Y/N Make it go away

Jason Wanna meet for breakfast? Y/N?

Y/N (8:35am) Oh, sorry I fell asleep

Jason Uh huh It has nothing to do with the fact that I asked if you wanted to go for breakfast

Y/n Mm don’t know what you’re talking about And isn’t there a rule where a guy has to wait a least three days Before you ask the girl out again

Jason Apparently My brother advised me the same thing But since I could care less what he thinks about my relationship I have decided to ignore him and take the plunge and ask you anyways Besides he barely listens to his own advice So to each their own I guess

Y/N Why do I get the feeling that you ignore your brother a lot

Jason Couldn’t tell you So, breakfast?

Y/N Uh, wish I could But I have a train to catch 

Jason Where’s it going?

Y/N Metropolis 

Jason You're going home? Why so sudden?

Y/n The call with my sister? Apparently my dad is having surgery and my mom wants everyone there until he’s done Don’t know why I have to go, by the time I’m there it’ll probably be over

Jason Yikes What’s the surgery for?

Y/N Dunno, something to do with something? I’m not sure, I was half asleep when she called And she used that to her advantage and got me to agree to go home today

Jason Don’t you have class tomorrow?

Y/N Not until the afternoon

Jason Work?

Y/n Not until Tuesday 

Jason Huh

Y/n Yup tbh I rather spend my Sunday with you then go home But it’s family and I can’t say no to my sister

Jason I get that family’s first But I would choose you over my family

Y/n … You can’t just say that!

Jason But flustering you is becoming my favourite past time

Y/n Get a new one!

Jason Nah, don’t think I will Okay, so no breakfast How about I drop you off at the station?

Y/N Tempting But if you do, then I’ll miss the train Because I wanna kiss your stupid face And besides, I’m almost there

Jason My face isn’t stupid … You wanna kiss me? Colour me flattered

Y/n I rescind my statement 

Jason Can’t do that, it’s in writing Hold on, when you said you were sleeping You were actually packing, weren’t you?

Y/N Guilty I’m sorry I’ve spent thirty minutes debating on whether or not to ditch my family for you

Jason But in the end you’re ditching me Feels like your running from something I see how it is

Y/N I’m sorry D: I’m not running away or anything 

Jason It’s okay, really I’m not mad or anything Okay, maybe a little disappointed But he’s your dad and you don’t know when’s the next time you see him So it’s okay, don’t feel bad I’ll wait around until your back And I know your not, I just took the joke too far and I’m sorry

Y/n I’m still sorry

Jason Can I call you?

Y/N Uhhhhhhh Give me a minute 

Jason Take as much time as you need I can wait

Y/n Sweet of you But I needed to find a seat first And then my headphones

Jason So You’re good now?

Y/n Yup

It didn’t take more than a second before your phone rang after you sent the message.

“I thought you wanted to call?” you answered, moving your phone so Jason could see your face. He shrugged, shooting you a smile.

“Wanted to see your pretty face is all,” he said, and you could feel your face heat up at the compliment. Averting your eyes, you sink in your seat, trying to hide your face in your sweater. “Awe, is this what you look like when you get flustered? There’s no way I can't stop flustering you now. If this is what your reaction is going to be every time I do.”

“I’m hanging up now,” you mumbled into your sweater, and wondered if he heard that. Judging by the smile he gave you, he did.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You called my face pretty and you wanted to kiss it,” he said. That made you come out of your sweater and glared at him.

“I think I said stupid face,” you corrected, “you have a stupid face.”

“That you want to kiss,” Jason pointed out with a smile. You stuck out your tongue at him, making him laugh. “How’s the train ride?”

You shrugged, shifting in your seat trying to get comfortable. “A train ride I guess. We just left the station and it’ll be two hours until we get to Metropolis? My butts gonna hurt once I get there.”

“Gotta walk around once in a while,” Jason reminded, “did you bring anything for the ride?”

“Yeah, homework I still need to finish, my sketchbook and some books I’ve been meaning to read.”

“Sounds like a party,” Jason joked. You huffed out a laugh.

“Oh yeah, real life of the party over here.” 

Before either of you could continue, you faintly heard a door slamming open and closing before hearing a faint call of Jason! You promised me breakfast! From what you could make out, it was a female voice and you pushed down the bout of jealousy that came from nowhere. You didn’t have the right to be jealous. Jason wasn’t yours, he was his own person and you two weren’t seeing each other officially. He was free to do what he pleased. Still, you couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

You watched as Jason scowled, and turned towards the voice. “Yeah, give me a minute I’m on the phone.”

You schooled your features and raised an eyebrow as he turned back to his phone. “You already had breakfast plans, yet you still tried to make them with me? Wow Jason, didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m not a two timing bitch,” he clarified and you blanched at the statement. Damn, and you thought you hid it well. “And like I said before, I’d ditch my family for you any day of the week without question.”

“Aw Jason, you’d ditch your own sister! I see how it is,” the female voice said. Jason made a face as a blond haired girl came into frame, hanging off of Jason’s shoulders. Her nose pressed into his cheek and she smiled. “Tell me how you really feel, Jason.”

“Okay, I will,” he said, shoving her off, “you’re an annoying little shit.” She laughed and turned towards the phone. She was pretty, you had to admit.

“Oh, Tim’s right. You are cute,” she said, and you pulled your sweater over your mouth, trying to keep a laugh in as Jason looked offended.

“Steph!” he yelled, shoving her face out of frame. “Go away.”

“No, you promised me breakfast last night, and I demand pancakes,” she said, coming back in, shoving Jason out of frame as she did so. She turned to you and smiled. “Hello, I’m Jason’s sister Stephanie. You must be Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard virtually nothing about you.”

“And I’m trying to keep it that way,” he grunted, pushing her away. The two fought until finally they settled with Stephanie leaning on his shoulder. “How’d you even know their name?”

“Tim,” she answered. You raised your eyebrow in question. “He gets bored when he has nothing to do. And he decided to snoop around Jason’s life.”

“Well I’ll try not to be offended,” you said, though you furrowed your brows in concern. “Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so,” Stephanie hummed, “not unless you have something to hide.”

“Do you have something to hide?” Jason pressed, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. You puffed out your cheeks and looked away.

“Oooh you do,” Stephanie sang, “tell us before we find out from Tim.”

“Tim needs to mind his own fucking business,” you muttered to yourself, causing Jason to laugh. “And no, I have nothing to hide. Lived a pretty boring life.”

“Don’t know, you tried killing your sister once,” Jason mused. 

“I didn’t try on purpose! I pushed her off the deck into the lake,” you corrected, “and my dad got to her before anything could happen. Man, he was pissed. I feared for my life that day. I’ve never known fear until I saw the look he gave me.” You shuddered at the memory.

“How old were you?” Stephanie asked, worry laced in her words. You shrugged, staring at the corner of your phone, avoiding their gaze.

“Ten I think? Could be younger, I don’t know. Thought it would be funny, and it was until it wasn’t.”

“Did he hurt you?” Jason asked, you shook your head and moved your gaze to him.

“No. But the way he looked, he wanted to. If we were alone he probably would have. I booked it into the car and hid there until we went home. Then I hid in my room for the rest of the day.”

“Yikes. Why was he so mad? Bruce wouldn’t have been if we did something like that.”

“That’s because we knew how to take care of ourselves and we knew how to swim,” Jason pointed out.

“And he probably doesn’t have favourites,” you chimed in. You hummed in thought, ignoring the worried looks the two siblings were giving you. “But he doesn’t strike me as picking a favourite among his kids, unless he’s really good at hiding it. But no parent is that good at hiding that.”

“Have experience, do you?” Jason asked, you only hummed not wanting to elaborate. You aren’t sure how, but what was supposed to be a lighthearted conversation turned sour. You scrunched up your nose as a thought occurred to you. If it was this easy to talk to both Jason and Stephanie, you were afraid how the rest of his family would be. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“What you guys are having for breakfast,” you said instead of you voicing your thoughts.

“Ooh yes. I did come here for breakfast,” Stephanie said, as if she had forgotten the reason for being here. She turned to him and poked his cheek. “Make me pancakes with bacon and ham and eggs and everything.”

“How can you eat so much and not gain anything,” Jason grumbled as he moved off the couch and towards the kitchen. Stephanie shifted slightly so she was more centered to the camera.

“I work out,” she simply said with a shrug. Jason grumbled something, and since he was too far away you couldn’t hear what he said. “So, how’d you meet Jason anyways? Tim won’t say and Jason doesn’t want to talk about you when asked.”

“That’s because you pester me so much that I don’t want to talk about them,” Jason called, “and you don’t have to answer anything you want too, Y/N. Don’t let Stephanie bully you into answering questions.”

“It’s okay, Jason, I don’t mind. I know what it’s like to have siblings,” you said with a smile. “We met online. Started talking a few weeks back and haven’t stopped since.”

“Ah, you guys are still new,” Stephanie mused, “that means you can still back out before you guys get too serious.” You laughed at the same time Jason yelled hey! “Kidding, I’m kidding. I haven’t seen Jason happy in awhile. Please stick around, he’s more bearable when he’s happy.”

You watched as Jason stalked towards her, and plucked the phone from her. “If all you came here for was to make fun of me, you can go home without your food.”

“Noooo, Jason I’m sorry,” you heard Stephanie whine. And you couldn't be sure, but you saw Stephanie grovel a little bit on the floor. Although Stephanie couldn’t see Jason’s expression, you could and smiled at the little smile he shot you.

“Then go take a shower, you stink,” he said, and she was quick to race to the bathroom. “Your clothes are still here from last time!” he called and set the phone down so watch him as he prepared breakfast. “Sorry about her. I completely forgot she was coming over today.”

“No worries,” you dismissed, watching in awe as Jason cut up some vegetables with ease. “She was fun to talk to.”

“Prefer her over me, huh?”

“Nope. I like you more,” you said. “Where’d you learn how to cook?”

“Alfred taught me when I was young, and I kept going afterwards. Found it helped me when things got too stressed,” he explained. “Stress cooking is a lot healthier than other ways to deal.”

“I get that,” you mused, “I stress clean.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he grunted. He stopped for a moment and looked towards you; eyes narrowed. “Did you have breakfast this morning?” You bit the top of your lip and avoided looking at him. “Y/N,” Jason said in warning.

“It was too early to eat!” you cracked, “I had a coffee and that was it.” Jason shook his head, going back to his food.

“I hope you eat something soon.”

“I packed some snacks. But they’re nothing compared to what you’re making for breakfast.”

 “Well next time actually eat something or else I’ll just have to come over and cook for you.”

“That a threat?”

“No, more like a promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said with a smile. 

“Stop flirting and cook me my food!” Stephanie yelled after the quickest shower you have ever seen someone take. 

“So fucking demanding,” Jason grunted as you laughed.

“I should let you go so you can focus on the food instead of getting distracted,” you mused.

“But you’re the only kind of distraction I’d like,” he said, and you heard Stephanie gag. Laughing, you shook your head, trying to keep from blushing. “Okay maybe you’re right. Or otherwise, I’m going to throw Steph out the window.”

“Ha! I would like to see you try!”

Jason rolled his eyes and flicked them towards you. “Let me know when you’re there?”

“I can do that.”

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Y/N (11:30 am) Ugh, I hate train rides

Jason Could have flown

Y/N Yeah but train tickets are cheaper

Jason True Made it in one piece?

Y/N Yup Now I’m making my way to the hospital

Jason Someone picking you up?

Y/n Nah, I’m taking the bus Need the extra time before I get there

Jason I get that 

Y/n How was breakfast?

Jason Good Though it would be better if it was you

Y/n Stoooooooopppppppp

Jason Never I’m sorry about Steph, we can be a handful sometimes

Y/n No worries, I like her Is the rest of your family that energetic?

Jason Some yeah, the rest are just tamed

Y/n Sounds fun

Jason Oh yeah, the best

Y/n I can hear the sincerity from here 

Jason Almost to the hospital?

Y/n Yeah I gotta go

Jason Tell me how it goes

Y/N (2:40 pm) I shouldn’t have come Why did I say yes?

Jason Because you were sleep deprived and you can’t say no to your sister Also because your dads in the hospital 

Y/n Right He’s fine by they way, now he’s just recovering Doctors say they did what they could and he’ll be out of here in a couple of days

Jason Figured out what the surgery was about?

Y/N Nope and at this point I’m too afraid to ask

Jason Wow Why do you have regrets?

Y/n I don’t know how or why But somehow my sister figured out I was seeing someone Or at least talking to someone and kept pestering me until I told them I’ve been bamboozled 

Jason Guess I’m not your dirty little secret anymore huh

Y/n Guess it wasn’t meant to be Oh well can’t be helped

Jason So now that your dads fine, you coming home?

Y/n No Somehow I have been convinced to stay the night and take the morning train in the morning Which sucks, I already bought my ticket for tonight 

Jason That’s rough buddy

Y/n Can’t be helped I guess Now I get to play 20 questions 

Jason But at least you get to spend time with your family

Y/n True

Jason you know, if you want I can drive up there and take the train with you

Y/N That is very sweet of you and very tempting But you have work and I don’t want to inconvenience you

Jason You’re not an inconvenience If anything, you’d be doing me a favour I have the day off tomorrow and I’ve been meaning to do something I’m not very good at doing nothing

Y/N What about your bike?

Jason When I said drive, I meant the loosely I’d take the train or fly Or I can drive us back I have a car too, you know

Y/N Where would you stay?

Jason I have a friend living there that I’ve been meaning to visit Plus we can go for breakfast tomorrow before making the trip back

Y/N Very tempting But ultimately I’m not going to tell you what to do It’d be your choice

Jason See you in the morning then

[ask-games-galore]

(OOC POST) AGG CUP RULES

Ok so here's, the rules for the upcoming tournament. If you have any questions, please contact @elpendrive or @ask-games-galore through DMs.

Please read the rules below before applying to the tournament.

EDIT (Nov 10th 24 2:35am GMT): For the sake of balancing, all Pokémon should be set to Level 100

EDIT (Nov 10th 24 6:21am GMT): Updated the rule regarding team sizes.

Battle Rules & Regulations

The tournament will be played in Pokémon Showdown's National Dex AG format.

Due to the format's limitations, Dynamaxing or Gigantamaxing will not be present. Every other battle gimmick is fair game.

All Pokémon must be set to Level 100

Due to how Wonder Guard works, Terastallizing Shedinja is strictly prohibited.

Each game will consist of a single elimiation match.

The amount of Pokémon each player must take to battle is equal to the number of Pokémon on the team of the player with the least Pokémon*

At the end of a game, either player must report to @ask-games-galore or @elpendrive with a replay of the battle.

All replays, team sheets and results will be made public.

There is no prize.

*For example, if A has 6 mons and B has 4, A must use only 4 Pokémon to match B during his battle.

Teambuilding

As stated previously, all teams will be built on National Dex AG

All teams must have at least three (3) Pokémon, up to six (6)

Due to my inability to change Pokémon Showdown's code, Fakémon will not be allowed.

If your muse is a sentient Pokémon or an Eeby Deeby, they may also take part in the tournament by being an active combatant.

To know if a Pokémon can be used in this tournament, ask yourself the following questions:

Is this Pokémon trusting of/under the ownership of my Muse or one of their friends?

Is this Pokémon in any condition to actually battle?

Would this Pokémon be alright with battling?

If the answer to all the questions above is "Yes", then you may use the Pokémon in your team.

Do

Ask questions about the tournament! If you aren't sure about something, feel free to DM @ask-games-galore or @elpendrive to ask for help!

Check team sheets once they're made public! Everyone can see every submitted team, so use that to your advantage.

Discuss things with your opponent before starting a match. Communication is key, after all!

Don't

Alter your team composition or movesets after the tournament has started. Unless there was an actual mistake by your part you'd like to change last minute, that is.

Be an asshole. Any form of harassment, bad manners or unsportsmanlike conduct will not be tolerated.

Apply multiple times for multiple Muses. One application per player pls.

Try to be a smartass. You can't just say you can do something cuz it's not banned by the rules. Use some common sense and don't be an asshole.

(The Absence Of) Canon Compliance

This is not intended to be 100% canon accurate. If you want to make each Pokémon in your party match your Muse's team down to the last EV point, then feel free to do it! If you want to add a Mega to your team despite your Muse not even knowing what Mega Evolution is, then feel free to do it! The only thing required to match is the Pokémon's species.

Whether the AGG Cup is canon to your Rotomblr blog's story or not is completely up to you. Whether it was via simulated battles, Union Circle, or any other method you may think of. And if you don't want it to have an impact on your Muse's story, then feel free to consider this non-canon!

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Day 4: Prank/gift

@convexweek

Hehee different style of writing :D

03:47, 8 / 20 / 24

‘Ok, I think it’s recording… Scar, say something!’

‘Uh- oh- ok- Um- With a woof and purr and baby was born! Catdog! Catdoog! Alone in the world without a little Catdog!’

‘And now let’s see if that recorded…’

02:37AM 8 / 21 / 24

‘This is the first official recording of Cub’s dream journal, kindly gifted to me by Scar uhh… it would've been yesterday at this point, yeah, we spent a little too long on birthday drinks. Scar’s passed out on the bed next to me, he’s not going to wake up for a very long time… you might pick up on his snoring. So, I’m about to start try and fall asleep, but I’ll start recording now so I can hear anything in the night. Scar did say I sleeptalk sometimes, so we can see if he’s lying about that… anyway, I’ll just put the recording stick there, and try to sleep… Scar… move your arm man… dude…’

…

10:35AM 

‘Oh! His new recordy thingy is going- oh, sorry, Cub… excuse me… yes, hello, future Cub, this is Scar speaking and- AH- yep- that crash, future Cub, was me falling off the bed… anyway! I currently feel terrible, but we did have a lot of fun last night. You’re still fast asleep… look at your little sleepy face, you’re so cute, Cubby Wubby, yes you are… look at your sleepy-’

‘Scar…?’

‘Ah! Oh! Good morning Cub! Good morning! How was your sleep? For the dream stick of amoyzingness and wonder?’

‘Dude, I had the weirdest dream… get this, so… there was a space colony, but it was entirely run by space cats. And they were telling me, dude, the space cats in my dream?’

‘Yeah?’

‘They’re real. And they warned me that they’re coming to Earth soon to check out all our stuff. And they were communicating via dream that they were arriving soon…’

‘There are space cat aliens?!’

‘There are space cat aliens… I’ll tell you more over breakfast, once I’ve switched this off…’ 

03:51AM 9 / 15 / 24

‘What is this device here that the Humans have left, my fellow cat alien, Mr Fluffy?’

‘It appears to be some kind of primitive recording device, ship captain Meowy Mews. The humans will be aware of our presence! Including this one here!’

‘Use your magic yarn ball to deactivate it! Quick!’

‘Hello? What’s going on?’

‘Aaaah! The human is awake! Run away! Run awaaay!’

01:35AM 9 / 21 / 24

‘Shh! Quiet Finnie! We don't want Cub to wake up! We’re here to make contact with intergalactic cats!’

‘Mrrow?’

‘I know, Finnie! Cub got visited by cat aliens! I heard it on the Dream Recorder I gave him! After he had a dream about them! And we’re here to befriend them, if they're nice alien cats, and let them know they're very welcome here in Hermitcraft!’

…

‘Ah, there we go, nice and cozy for our lookout tonight… we’ll stay a couple hours, and then leave when it gets early.’

03:51AM 10 / 1 / 25

‘Mr Fluffy! Be careful in there! You may wake the human again!’.

‘The human is deep in comatosic sleepness, Captain Meowy Mews! We will be fine!’

‘Mr Fluffy! You left fur on their paper technology!’

‘The books, Captain Meowy Mews? I’m sorry! We should take some to gain more knowledge! This human must know so much about this land and of the universe than is known in the Intergalactic Cat Empire!’

‘We cannot steal their stuff like evil car aliens! We must leave a gift in exchange. Something they won't notice is alien, like the crystal of infinite cat food! Farewell sleeping human! I hope you use this magic wisely!’

02:27AM 10 / 3 / 25

‘Oh! Look Katy Bee! It’s the crystal of infinite cat food that the cat aliens left as a gift! It’s so pretty! Though… technically the aliens gave it to Cub so he would forgive them for stealing his books. But those books were ones I gave him, and they’ve been here a while… hopefully we make contact with Mr Fluffy and Captain Meowy Mews tonight.  Anyway, let’s snuggle here and wait a bit…’

03:13 10 / 23 / 24

‘We must thank the humans, for these wonderful books!’

‘Is that why we’re giving them a magic crystal that means all cats will do what you say and love you endlessly, Captain Meowy Mews?’

‘Indeed! And for the human who left the note saying they want to know if they can gift us with an entire cooked fish and a pile of treats in exchange for meeting us with uh- Cub the most wonderful amoyzing human ever-  we must assure them that the intergalactic cat empire graciously accepts this offer and the chance to meet with such a lovely pair of humans!’

‘Now, let’s leave before this one wakes up!’

05:51 10 / 27 / 24

‘Scar? What’s going on?’

‘Uhh- nothing! Nothing! I just uhh… left something here.’

‘Why are you sleeping on my floor- dude, are you trying to prank me?’

‘No! I’m here to meet the alien cats!’

‘The aliens cats?

‘Meow Meow and Furry!’

‘You mean Captain Meowy Mews and Mr Fluffy?’

‘You know they’re here, Cub?! Why haven't you been taking any of your magical cat related artefacts! They’re amoyzing, Cub! Ever since I got the crystal of infinite cat food, I’ve never had to refill their bowls again!’

‘I- uhh, thought you would appreciate them more?’

‘Oh! Why thank you Cub! They also said we could meet them, but they didn’t say when, so I’m upping my efforts to be up in time for them! Do you want to join me, Cub? In waiting for the Intergalactic Cat Empire to appear?’

‘Have you got cake?’

‘Of course I have cake, Cub! What kind of man do you take me for? Not having cake… Jeez Louise…’

‘Alright… I’ll consider.’

‘These are wonderful, wonderful cat aliens, Cub! Why must you sound so uncertain about making their acquaintance? Wait, are they secretly evil? Have you already met them. Wait a minute! Wait just a minute there, mister! Are you lying about the aliens? Did you invent them?’

‘There is a possibility I realised you were listening to me talking about my dreams and decided to start entertaining you.’

‘Cub! You silly goose, I thought it was all real! You mean there's no Intergalactic Cat Empire?’

‘Now, I’m not saying that. The universe is a very big place, Scar.’

‘True true… But- hang on, if there aren't aliens, then why does the crystal of infinite cat food work?’

‘Magic, Scar. Magic. Now, come on. Get some sleep. You’ve lost enough waiting for aliens. The bed’s big enough for two.’

‘You’ve been losing enough sleep imitating aliens, Cub!’

‘It’s not that much. I’m not staying for hours waiting for them to arrive.’

‘Well… shut up! And budge over. You’re hogging all the blankets Cub…’

‘I’m not!’

‘Yes you are!’

‘Hey! Oh, fine… goodnight, Scar.’

‘Goodnight, Cub.’

[meangirlstobin]

steve and robin’s perfect day together:

10:00am: get breakfast at a diner (split their meals in half to share) (robin always gets orange juice and complains because her mouth tastes like toothpaste)

10:45am: talk really loudly about their personal lives (a little quieter about robin’s crush)

11:00am: get asked to leave the diner

11:35am: hangout in robin’s room to read magazines and gossip

12:40pm: take a nap in robin’s bed

1:57pm: wake up

2:00pm: bicker

2:10pm: have lunch with the buckley’s (robin mom gives steve some of her homemade soap that he will Not be using 💜)

3:00pm: go to the gas station to get snacks

3:20pm: go on a little drive (windows down, music UP)

3:22pm: bicker

3:50pm: pull over to sit on the hood of steve’s car and talk

4:40pm: grocery shopping (take turns pushing each other in the cart) (steve gets some of his shopping for free bc the grocery store ladies love him)

5:35pm: go back to steve’s house so he can cut her bangs in his bathroom

6:00pm: make dinner (no casualties!) (tastes good-ish)

7:15pm: bicker for so long they end up missing the showing of the movie they were going to see

7:30pm: lay on steve’s bedroom floor and listen to music

9:27pm: fierce rock paper scissors battle to decide who gets to shower first (robin wins, steve looks at her like 🥺 but she holds firm)

9:35pm: take turns showering (robin uses her mom’s soap and so much of steve’s shampoo)

10:36pm: steve’s skincare routine (robin ransacks his drawers for clothes while he’s distracted)

11:00pm: sleep :) (steve ends up on the floor bc robin starfishes)