#so obviously everybody there knew everybody else very well and instantly grouped up

[good-night-space-kid]

Just spent 4 hours doing the very scary thing of showing up to a hyper specific event all alone and talking to people to try to find a grad school advisor. Very scary and may or may not have been useful!

[maddieinwonder]

A Lesson In Romance #3: The Cast

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, the team figures it out.

A/N: I'm guilty of writing too much Morgan and Garcia but I can't help it — they're so much fun! I think them plus Emily would have the most dramatic reactions to Spencer in a (potential) relationship, though I'm excited to write about the rest too.

(Also, the reference at the end is from Lord of the Rings, because I love Lord of the Rings.)

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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If you've learned anything from rom-coms, it's that every romantic lead needed a supporting cast. Whether they were siblings, parents, or childhood best friends, the main character needed somebody who would drop everything to talk to them — preferably showing up at their doorstep with face masks, nail polish, and a bottle of wine.

In your life right now, you suppose those people would be your teammates from the BAU.

Of course, this hypothetical scenario didn't require your potential love interest to be from work, but let's say for the purposes of the discussion that they were. Then you hoped, at least, that they would have an IQ of 150 or higher and a propensity for wearing mismatched socks.

But you were getting ahead of yourself. You were simply imagining the hypothetical scenario where your life was a rom-com. Hypothetically, you would need a love interest, and hypothetically, you kind of already had one.

“Hey,” Spencer waved you over from across the coffee shop. It wasn’t difficult to spot him when the place was nearly vacant. Everything was slow and quiet this early in the morning, and you weren’t going to make an exception.

“Morning,” you greeted softly as you sat down, relaxing into the smell of freshly roasted coffee and baked goods.

“I already ordered yours.” He smiled, tucking his book away in his messenger bag. “They had bagels this morning. Yours is cream cheese, but mine is strawberry jelly.” He looked overly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but crack a sleepy smile.

You eyed the spread in front of you, before lifting your gaze to meet his. “So your theory that you can predict my taste in desserts seems to be getting better.”

"Yes!" He shout-whispered, silently raising his fists in victory. “I knew I was right.”

You giggled at his overexcitement over something as small as getting your dessert order right. Although, he did once spend ten whole minutes explaining to you why dessert for breakfast was an underrated concept, so you couldn't say this was beyond your expectations for Dr. Spencer Reid.

You propped your head up with your arms, a smile plastered over your face. “Have I ever told you that you’re a weirdo, doctor?” You teased.

“Why, yes. Yes you have.” He replied with a smile, gesturing at you to try the bagel. His own was almost-gone, so they must be good.

And it was. Your eyes fluttered shut as the heavenly combination of carbs and cream woke up your taste buds. It was made even better with a sip of the perfect cup of coffee.

"Perfect," you sighed happily, digging into your breakfast further as Spencer quietly caught you up on the latest news in classical art.

Two weeks ago, you wouldn't have guessed that you would talk to Spencer alone, much less spend your mornings together with him. But as it turned out, a lot could change in a few days.

After the initial awkwardness between you had passed, you found that the two of you shared a lot more interests than interdimensional doctors and space opera. You both loved coffee, obviously, but you also had a mutual love for desserts, classical literature, and history.

It didn't take long for these interests to seep into the weekend, resulting in a suspiciously date-like afternoon with Spencer at his favourite museum. But you tried not to think too much into it. After all, the day had ended with a "see you at work", and not a "would you like to come in?"

Still, your dance between friendship and something more continued to grow wilder as days passed, until it reached a point where it inhabited your every waking thought. The only time it didn't, ironically, was when you were spending time with the person in question and every stray thought seemed to fall away.

Your mornings with him brought a necessary reprieve to the dark realities of this job, and some days you almost had to drag yourself out of your seat, knowing that you were straying from the calm of his company straight into the lion's mouth. But duty always called.

Your sudden hesitance to be apart from the resident genius hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of your team either; ever since the two of you walked into office one morning with matching coffee cups and smiles on your faces.

At first you enjoyed Spencer's company too much to care, but you knew that it was going to bite you back one day. And today seemed to be that day.

You could tell, because the lift doors to the BAU opened to one very determined Penelope Garcia with her arms folded across her chest. "Spit it out, you two," she said sharply without any greeting.

You and Spencer looked at each other, confused, before looking back at Penelope. "Spit out what, Pen?" You asked, a frown starting to form between your eyes.

"You know what I mean!" She squeaked, dropping her stern facade for a brief moment. "Are the two of you dating? The entire team has been dying to know, and I mean, d-y-i-n-g because there's a huge pot of money with my name on it if you are."

"Ah— No— I mean, you think—" Spencer stammered, his face instantly turning beet red in embarrassment, while your face began to grow red for another reason entirely.

"I think what he means is 'no', and what I mean to say is— what do you mean the entire team?" You half-yelled the question, while Penelope raised her hands defensively.

"What I mean, sugar, is that the two of you went from avoiding each other completely, to coming into work together everyday — and I know you spent last weekend together too, because you couldn't stop talking about it the next day at work and everybody noticed." She stated, pushing up her glasses.

"Not to mention, Dr. Reid here started wearing brighter colours subconsciously." She continued with her observations. "I know this, because in the almost four years I've worked with this man, I've never seen him wear anything brighter than violet. Or white. Or beige. But those don't count." She shook her head, getting back to her point.

"You get what I mean— and you," she pointed her pen in your direction, causing you to jump slightly. "You finally stopped doubting yourself as a part of this team. I knew this when you started talking more often during briefings — which I have nothing against, B-T-W, I totally support any effort in self-care and personal growth — but you also stopped shifting in your seat which you used to do when you felt nervous."

Penelope took a deep breath, preparing for the climax. "So all I can assume, is either you've been attending one of the 52 self-help classes that happen every weekend in Virginia, or somebody has been helping you find some serious zen."

"And my money's on the latter because every time you think nobody's watching, you're making eyes at Reid. But you're wrong. Garcia is always watching." She concluded triumphantly, raising one finger to point at herself.

"You might make a good profiler yet, doll." Derek remarked, walking up to the group with a smirk firmly affixed to his face.

"Expert at all things romance, and Cupid of the Behavioural Analysis Unit, Penelope Garcia at your service." She smiled, graciously curtseying to your other teammate.

"I know you're smart like that, babygirl," he grinned, draping his arm around her shoulder, "but you also don't know pretty boy as well as I do, because they aren't in a relationship."

He turned to you questioningly. "Are you?"

"No." You replied, glancing hesitantly at Spencer for his response, but his face simply looked blank with shock.

"See? Now it's time to collect my payout." Derek grinned at the tech analyst, making the motion of raining dollar bills.

Penelope tailed behind him grumpily as he walked into the BAU office, surely to share the "good news" with everybody else.

You hesitated to follow, imagining what teasing and looks would follow regardless of the outcome. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, Spencer gestured back at the empty lift with his head and you smiled, realising what he meant.

"That is the best hypothesis you've had all morning," you said. The two of you shared a laugh as you got back into the lift.

Even behind glass doors, you could hear a muffled "What?!" that you guessed came from Emily. "There's absolutely no way those two aren't together already. Have you seen them?"

There was a brief pause, then a loud groan.

"I know, that's what I told him!" Penelope's high-pitched voice was clear. "You know I'm going to be right about them eventually—"

The lift doors finally closed, blocking out the rest of their conversation. You looked up at Spencer, your gaze meeting his clear hazel eyes. He looked at his watch briefly before saying the next words.

"We've got time. Are you up for second breakfast?" He asked, referencing a movie from a conversation two weeks ago. He remembered. Of course he remembered.

You cleared your throat before replying the next line. "What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper?"

He laughed, and you felt a familiar peace return to you.

Whatever your teammates were yelling about, the two of you could deal with it later. Together.

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[anabsolutetrainwreck]

oh, honey || h. styles

warnings: mentions of sex, kissing

word count: 2.3k

summary: when harry is struck with writer’s block, you come to the rescue and inspire him to write a song, which later becomes known as ‘adore you’...

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t harbouring a crush on a man you’d known for about five years. And for four and half years of that, you found he was the only thing that seemed to occupy your mind. With any crush, it was fun at first. The thrill of being around him brought a new spark to your life. But then, gradually, it became tiresome; the constant butterflies and the overthinking every tiny action began to aggravate you.

You’d had a boyfriend since you met Harry. He loved you and you tried to love him. You knew it wasn’t fair on him, and you felt an ounce of extra guilt every day that relationship went on. You knew it was selfish to paint yourself a mirage of a perfect life with a man you knew you couldn’t love.

The relationship lasted eight months. It had never meant to last that long. At first, it was all fun and games - neither of you took things too seriously. A bit of harmless sex and late nights with red wine and David Attenborough documentaries. But then things took a turn, and he began talking of moving in together and meeting each other’s parents. Your parents would have loved him, you knew that. But what good was that when you didn’t love him?

Eventually, the two of you sat down and decided that maybe it was best if you went your separate ways. It was a mutual decision. And you both agreed that it was fun whilst it lasted. So, this relationship you’d gotten yourself into to get your mind off Harry had ended because you could never love this man the way he wanted you to.

It had been a rough eight months for you. Harry had been in somewhat of a mood with, well, everybody. Mitch concluded that he was probably just stressed with writing for the album and making sure everything was perfect for his debut solo album. But, though nobody necessarily picked up on it at the time, when you announced that you’d broken up with your boyfriend, Harry seemed to be in a much better mood ever since.

So, now, as you walked into the studio, you ran your hands along your jean-clad thighs. It was a desperate attempt to rid your palms of the sweat your nervousness had caused. Sarah had called you and asked if you were free to swing by the studio. She said something about needing a new mind to help Harry. Instantly, you agreed. You would always be there for Harry.

Sat on one of the couches was Harry Styles himself, his hand over his eyes. He was alone, his guitar beside him. A notebook of his lyrics was tossed aside, clearly neglected in tiredness or frustration. “Harry?” you called out, closing the door behind you.

He looked up quickly, startled by the sudden disturbance. “Y/N,” he smiled slightly, sitting up properly. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought you could use some help,” you shrugged, slipping out of your black puffer jacket. “And clearly you need it. Where is everyone?”

“Oh, they went to get some lunch at some place down the road,” he replied.

“And what about you? Aren’t you hungry? You need to eat, Harry.”

“I know. I will, I will. I’m just trying to finish this song, is all.”

You nodded slightly, sitting down in front of him on the coffee table. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were resting on top of dark bags. “Let me see,” you said, extending your hand.

Slowly, he placed the notebook into your hands. You stared down at the scribbled lyrics. Things were crossed out; things were circled; things were accompanied by little doodles. On the very top of the page, though, was the rushed title (above a few others, which had been crossed out): ADORE YOU. “I’m just gonna put it aside and come back to it,” he sighed. “Wanna get high? It always helps me write music.”

“No, Harry. I don’t want to get high with you. If you leave it, then you’ll never come back to it and nobody will ever get to hear it,” you replied.

“Except you. I want you to hear it,” he said quietly, so quiet, in fact, that you barely heard it.

He wasn’t looking at you, thankfully. At least he wouldn’t see the mix of nerves and excitement at what he’d just muttered. You shifted slightly, placing the notebook down beside you, “Well, then you’ll have to finish it, won’t you?”

Finally, he looked up at you. You felt tiny as his eyes explored your face, drinking in every last inch of your features. A small smile worked its way up onto his face, “I suppose I will.”

So, Harry began projecting his ideas onto you. He explained what the song was about and the kind of things he wanted to write. He sang the chorus to you, and you swore you melted right there and then. Hearing his voice fill the otherwise silent room you were in, with no other intent than to please you, filled your head with all sorts of fantasies. “It’s good, Harry. It’s really good,” you nodded, smiling sweetly at him.

“Obviously not good enough if I can’t think of anything other than the first verse and the chorus,” he groaned, raking his long fingers through his unruly hair.

In a moment of fleeting confidence, you reached out and squeezed Harry’s hand. He looked up at you, his green lagoons of eyes staring directly into your own. “Harry, stop. You’re doing yourself no good thinking like that. No songs start out as the greatest thing ever written; you have to put time and care and effort into them,” you said gently. “Let me help, Harry. I don’t want you to go through this alone.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand in return. He pulled out a pen and stared expectantly at you. You smiled - you were happy he was willing to let you help. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, eager to hear a new outlook on these lyrics he had grown sick of reading over and over again.

“Well,” you began, “it obviously has a sort of ethereal vibe to it. So, summer skies? Like, maybe something about ‘you under summer skies’?”

He nodded slowly, absorbing your suggestion. Until, suddenly, his eyes lit up. You knew the look. You’d seen it many a time before. It was the look he adopted whenever he’d been struck by the perfect slice of inspiration he needed to write an incredible piece of music. “You, Y/N, are a bloody genius! ‘Your wonder under summer skies’,” he grinned.

He scribbled the lyric down desperately. You couldn’t help but admire him as ideas escaped his brain and fell onto the paper before him. He finally looked back up at you, the page now littered with prompts and snippets of lyrics. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver,” he said.

You chuckled, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, you didn’t do anything for my other songs but they exist because of you,” he rushed out, clearly not comprehending his words. “Shit. Sorry, that- that didn’t mean to come out.”

You smirked. You had the power now, after four and a half years of falling in love with Harry Styles and making a massive fool of yourself in front of him. He’d slipped up and now you were in control. “Yeah? What songs did I unknowingly contribute to?” your confidence was rare, especially when it came to things like this, and yet here it was.

Unfortunately for you, Harry’s natural confidence matched your own. A playful grin swept up his features as he said, “Wouldn’t it be more fun for you to listen to the album and figure it out for yourself?”

“Or you could just tell me the titles?” you asked, your tone hopeful.

He hesitated for a moment, his confident smirk faltering for a split second. But, before you had time to say anything else, he said, “There’s this song called Sunflower, Vol. 6. I wrote that because your favourite flowers are sunflowers. And I wrote Cherry because I know you love cherries. And then there’s Golden, because that’s what you are, Y/N. And then there’s Watermelon Sugar because I know that In Watermelon Sugar is your favourite book. And now Adore You, because, I swear to God, Y/N, that’s all I want to do.”

He was rambling and you couldn’t help but smile. Whilst you’d spent your days rambling to your friends about how you were convinced you’d remain single forever if he didn’t happen to fall hopelessly in love with you, it appeared that he’d been writing down all the tiny details about you in his songs. Because it was true: sunflowers were your favourite flowers and cherries were your favourite fruit and In Watermelon Sugar was your favourite book.

He was staring at you now, his eyes searching your face for some sort of a hint on how you were feeling. When you said nothing, your lips parted slightly, he went on, “Hell, I wrote Cherry years ago. I wrote it when you were dating that guy... what was his name?”

“Ollie,” you replied quietly.

He knew what his name was. He never forgot. It had been two years but he’d never forgotten the eight months of hell where he had to watch you cuddle up to him and take him home after your group of friends had gone out for drinks. He didn’t know why he wanted to hear you say his name again. Some sadistic form of self-torture maybe, hearing another boy’s name on your lips. “Yeah, Ollie,” he played it off as if he really had forgotten your ex boyfriend’s name. “I wrote it when you were dating him. And I’ve been sitting on it for two years because I thought if I released it then you would know I’ve been in love with you for four years. But then I just thought ‘you know what, fuck it’, so I’m putting it on the album. And Anna, that was about you. But I’ll never officially release that one. Because I wrote it one night when I was alone and I couldn’t get you out of my head and I needed to tell somebody how I felt about you. Even if that was just a bit of paper. But then I played it to you, do you remember? And you loved it, so I swore to never release it because it felt like I’d confessed to you how I felt.”

As you listened to him ramble away about all of these songs he’d written about you and how much you clearly meant to him, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d dreamed of Harry confessing how much he, well, adored you. And you’d only ever thought it would be an occurrence in your fantastical dreams, and yet here he was, staring back at you, rambling on about how much he loved you. “Wait, Harry,” you spoke up, “isn’t ‘watermelon sugar’ something to do with oral sex?”

You chuckled as he flushed, “That’s besides the point.”

“And what is the point?”

“That I’m in love with you and, I pray to God, you’re in love with me back.”

Overwhelmed with joy, you couldn’t help but throw yourself at Harry. The feeling of his hands around your waist in a way that wasn’t just a slightly prolonged hug goodbye after a night out or a slightly overly flirtatious gesture of Harry’s felt electric. Harry’s hands on you in a way that was meant to be a moment of appreciation shared between two lovers was how it was always supposed to be.

After so long of knowing one another, falling for each other and sharing life changing moments, everything was finally slipping into place. You’d been there when One Direction first began their hiatus. You’d been there when he cut his hair off. You’d been there when he went to Jamaica to write his first solo album. You’d been there, albeit your eyes were shut most of the time, when he was dangling a thousand feet in the air for the Sign of the Times music video shoot. He’d been there when you finished university. He’d been there when you lost your mum. He’d been there when your sister had her first child. He’d been your date to your brother’s wedding. All of these things, and you couldn’t help but feel they mounted to this very moment.

You pulled your head back, admiring his face for a moment. Your arms were around his neck and everything just felt... right. His smile was bright and his eyes were full of nothing but loving joy. Without another moment’s hesitation, your lips were on his. You weren’t sure who leaned forward, but all you knew was that this was what you’d been waiting for for almost five years. And, now you were here, showing Harry how much you loved him, the wait seemed worth it. “We’ve got so much time to make up for,” he whispered.

“Good thing we’ve got all the time in the world then, isn’t it?”

He grinned, embracing your body. All he’d wanted to do for four years was to praise it. And now he finally had the chance to. That was until the two of you heard a voice behind you, “We only left for lunch!”

[robincantfunction]

requested: yes/no(requests are open)

word count: 1201

warnings: slight mentions of racism nothing detailed in anyway at all though(mentions the black family as racists)swearing, one sex reference

lemme know if i missed any.

summary: fred and y/n are in a popular band together, and they're dating. the ships get too much and they have to tell their fans. but during an interview someone questions y/n about her racist family. but luckily fred is there for her, her hero. her lover boy.

song prompt 2: lvr boy - awfultune (i have to be honest i didn't really stick too much to it, but i had this idea so we are gonna go with it.

a/n: this is a modern au- the band is kinda supposed to give maneskin vibes but idk, although lvr boy isn't the best example of that-

toujours pur. one of the most popular bands globally, they were so frequently spoken about by all age groups, and just all people to be honest. they really were great. there music varied so much in genre, there was always something for everybody. the bandmates where what really made people love the band- on top of their killer vocals and riffs and just talent in general, their interviews, their youtube videos, their instagram lives, all of it made the public see what amazing people they truly were. fred weasley (lead guitarist) george weasley (rythm guitarist) y/n black (lead vocalist and ukulele player) harry potter (bass player) hermione granger (pianist) ron weasley (drummer) ginny weasley (acoustic guitarist). that summed up to a lot of gingers and a lot of talent. after endless obliviousness and shipping, ron and hermione finally got together- much to the fandoms satisfaction. harry and ginny were frequently shipped, but once ginny came out they started shipping her with luna, a known friend of the band. it was fun to both y/n and fred at first, all their friends were being almost nagged to get with the people they so obviously liked. it wasn't a safely guarded secret that fred and y/n were an item, they just never directly stated it. i mean what was the point? they loved each other, why vocalize it to the world? but then it happened. the tweets, the instagram posts, the tiktoks, every social media platform had to know if the hand holding, the cheek kisses, the 'i love you's', and the loving looks were all just out of friendship- or something much more. it was still fun initially, watching people try and figure out their relationship, but then it was brought into the interviews and the livestreams.

"why don't you guys just tell them? its so obvious anyway, and it's not like your hiding it." george asked after the band attempted a livestream, but ended it when the only comments were about fred and y/n. "why is it their business?" she responded softly. she wasn't wrong, but everyone except fred was still confused. "we know it's not. but come on, we're not gonna force you to do anything you're not comfortable with but it would stop all of that" ginny said, pointing to the livestream set up they have at the end of her sentence. fred and y/n knew they were right, but they were so comfortable how they were, they didn't want their relationship to be completely demolished. it was the last thing they wanted. and the last thing that either of them saw coming, but they were still cautious. "we have a couple interviews tomorrow, tell them or don't tell them. but it would be a good chance." both of them instantly knew what the other was thinking. the time has come. they're gonna tell them.

the next day were all sitting in front of an interviewer, and then another one, and then another one. and finally this one. "so, i know your name has never really been spoken about" the interviewer said, the band nodded "so what's with the band name?" everyone looked at y/n. she chuckled slightly and started explaining "so most of my family, not good people. they were pretty commonly associated with a racist organisation. like i said, not good people. well they have this family tree, personally i've only seen it once. me and my dad don't go to the family home often. it gives us the heebie geebies and they hate us. well anyway, the family tree says toujours pur, always pure. so i thought i'd mock them and suggested it as a band name. trust me, i've received many a message about it. they aren't happy." everyone chuckled, if y/n was one thing it was spiteful. "so just out of interest, has the band received any backlash about your family?" the entire band shifted in their seats, if there was one thing y/n rarely talked about it was her family. and fred was preparing to go into protective boyfriend mode. she shook her head "um, no not really." the guy looked somewhat hurt "oh. so racist family isn't something your fans have a problem with?" ok this guy was obviously being bitter, but before fred could say anything y/n jumped in "family by blood. not by nature. the only thing that correlates me with them is dna, and clearly they drew the short straw because they're missing some necessary brain cells. i'm not my 'family'. so no. i don't get backlash for something people who i've only ever had one conversation with did." the rest of the interview was very awkward. like, very.

"ok one last one and then we're done for the day" lily (their self appointed manager- not that anyone minded, she was a life saver) said, sending a sympathetic smile to y/n "i'm not doing it." everyone frowned, but understood somewhat. "y/n/n, love, one more. we'll tell them we're shagging like they want and then bounce" that made her chuckle, he always managed to that "lovely description of our relationship dear" everyone started laughing at the two. "ok. but if one more thing gets said about the fucking black family i swear to shit i will start throwing things."

the last interview was a lot more smooth. especially when fred held y/n's hand the entire time. that didn't go unnoticed by the interviewer, who commented on it a few minutes after she sat down. "so, fred and y/n. i know you to are" she paused and cleared her throat, whilst looking at their hands "close. and i know you're probably sick of hearing this but, what are you?" they chuckled a little "um... we're sorta dating" the interviewer smiled, and so did fred and y/n. it felt good to say it out loud. "i have to ask you, really quickly. is fred weasley your lover boy?" she asked, referencing their latest single "lvr boy". it was well known that y/n wrote the majority of their songs- specifically the slower bedroom artist vibe songs. y/n nodded sheepishly, never actually admitting that directly to the group no matter how obvious. "my room mate now owes me a tenner, thank you" everyone laughed, this was ok. she was ok.

"i'm sorry about earlier, love." she sighed "it's ok." he shrugged "no it's not. that was fucked up" both of their features softened "i was ok. i am ok. because you were there. and because you're here." they kissed "y'know 'm sorry bout your name. i know people give you shit for it" she pecked his lips again "don't worry about it." he shook his head "why didn't your dad take remus's name?" they both looked at each other "cause a name shouldn't be a burden. and with the person yuo love, it eases it all y'know. they don't care when they have each other." he smiled "can't wait till you have my name" he didn't mean to say it, panic evident in his eyes she smiled a genuinely happy smile "me neither" and she put her head in his chest.

he was her lover boy.

he owned her heart.

he owned her heart like no one else did.

she was always his.

[rin-archives]

Like We Always Do | Kim Sunwoo

Inspired by always and the vlive videos he has listening to keshi

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo & Female reader AU: Collegeboy!Sunwoo Word count: 1,851 Warnings: FWB relationship, mention of alcohol, drinking, mention of having sex (but not describing it) Genre: I don't really know what this is lol feel free to give it a genre? Author's Note: Initially I had a plot but while I was proof reading, the plot didn't match anymore lol I hope you enjoy reading it though!

You didn't know what to expect when college started for you. You didn't expect to meet your two best friends, Changmin and Chanhee. You didn't expect to meet their group of friends, especially Kim Sunwoo.

He wasn't the approachable type unlike the rest. Though you had difficulty reaching out to Younghoon at first, but you later realized that he was as crazy as your best friends were, especially if he was with Chanhee. They bicker a lot.

Jacob, Eric and Kevin became your second group of best friends. Especially when your classes didn't have Changmin or Chanhee, you'd either have one of the three instead. But you weren't always so lucky to have classes with them either. When you had physical education, you were alone. You got acquainted with your classmates in that class, all except one. Kim Sunwoo.

Whenever it's that class, he acts like he hasn't seen you before. He would avoid eye contact with you, he wouldn't stand next to you or near you which you thought was very rude. He even asked if he could switch partners with someone else when your teacher asked you to stretch in pairs. But that didn't work, so for the rest of that school year you were stuck with him as your stretching partner.

Finals was getting closer and that made you a home body. You didn't meet with any of your friends, and they didn't meet with you either since everybody wanted to try hard for the finals. Your studying was going smoothly until you had to work on your physical education finals project. Your finals project was to create a video about different ways to exercise at home. When the topic was given, you already had ideas, you just needed to execute them on video. "Now that we got the topic out of the way, I’ll be assigning your partners. Remember, this should be a team effort. This is either a pass or fail grading."

Your mind went blank. Especially when your professor said that you would be paired up with someone. You were praying to all the gods that you knew to be paired with anyone except Sunwoo. But it seemed the gods weren't in your favor.

Days after the announcement, he went to your apartment as you guys arranged in class. As much as you wanted to meet up outside or in a cafe, Sunwoo thought it would be much better if there weren't any people so you could brainstorm peacefully. He had a point, and he offered his place, but you didn't want to take any chances. So, now here you both are, brainstorming in the living room with snacks and a few cans of root beer.

"How flexible are you?" sunwoo asked, very randomly at that. "Um, I don't know? I mean, I did gymnastics when I was younger, but I didn't continue that anymore. Why?" you were nervous to ask for the reason, but it could have something to do with the project. "I thought about doing yoga. It's one way of exercising, plus it comes with meditation and a whole lot of core work to do some poses. So, I thought, why not do this?" he pushed his laptop monitor to you and showed you, his research. A couple of tabs were open that had different videos about yoga and a few articles about it were open too. People who knew Sunwoo thought that he wasn't a very good student, and that's what you honestly thought as your first impression of him. That impression you had though is long gone. You saw how serious he was while researching and compiling all your resources together. When he said he'll give you his part of the project, he delivered. When you both decided to work on the video at his place, you initially thought he'd turn you down in an instant, but he didn't. He cleaned up his place a bit on the day of the shooting and even prepared some yoga mats he borrowed from his sister.

From morning till late afternoon, you guys were working on the project; creating a script, thinking about yoga poses you'll both be doing and individually while one of you explains, and editing your first draft. Working with Sunwoo was productive. Surprised? You were too. He was the one who took the initiative on editing the video while you take a rest. "You can take a nap on my bed. I’ll work out here in the living room." he offered. It was a sweet offer, but you turned him down gently and said that you'll help him edit, even if you weren't the one using the laptop.

An hour later, you fell asleep without knowing. Sunwoo stretched his arms and legs then looked over to you only to see you asleep. Your head on the arm rest, while your legs were curled up to your chest. He figured you'd be uncomfortable, so he gently took your legs and placed them on his lap after removing his laptop that was previously there. He saved the video before closing it shut and eventually, he too fell asleep.

5 hours later, you woke up. Still feeling groggy but you managed to sit up to stretch an arm and rub your eyes. You looked to your right and noticed your legs on Sunwoo's lap. You blushed instantly and thought about removing them, but you didn't want to startle him. You checked the time on your watch, and it was almost 11pm. You needed to go if you wanted to catch the last bus ride back to your place, but you didn't have the heart to wake him up. Moving an inch closer, you took this opportunity to look at sleeping figure...and admire it in between.

You noticed how his nose was perfectly pointed and how his lips were so plump that you suddenly started wondering what it would feel like to be kissed by him. Startled by your own thoughts, you lightly shook your head and let out a small chuckle. People have always talked about how Sunwoo wasn't partner material for projects, but he was the exact opposite. He contributed a lot than you expected, and you were thankful to have a partner like him.

For the next few days, your schedule would have Sunwoo in it. Even after finals week, you would hang out whenever you were both free. When your final grades were given out, both of you passed and you wanted to celebrate with him. Only if he was up for it. "What do you have in mind then?" he asked. "Hmm, well, what do you do when you want to celebrate?"

"Stay home." he chuckled when he saw you rolled your eyes. "I’m serious!"

"I’m serious too. I just stay home. I only go out when the guys want to hang out." you sighed, crossing your arms and pouting. He found that cute, but he wouldn't tell you that obviously. "Come over to my place. We can watch a movie, have dinner and dessert." it didn't sound like a suggestion and an invitation. It felt like he was really telling you to come over, which you didn't mind since you've been there a couple of times during and after finals week.

After your last class, Sunwoo waited for you by the school entrance. Both of you went to the convenience store first buying some snacks and drinks (this time you went for alcoholic drinks) in case after dessert you'd get hungry. Arriving at his place, he told you to make yourself comfortable like always. You plopped yourself down on his couch, removing your cardigan and placing them on the arm rest. Sunwoo was in the kitchen preparing your instant dinner and taking out a bottle of soju.

A bottle of soju turned into bottles. The movie that he put on was dismissed, just playing in the background while you both take turns drinking as you played spin the bottle. It's usually fun with more than two people but you guys were having the time of your lives. It started out as a wholesome round, telling each other secrets you've never told your closest friends and such. Until Sunwoo started becoming flirty with you. You went with it at first thinking that he wasn't serious in doing it, but the more his actions got bolder, the more you started to realize that he was really hitting on you. Was it the alcohol? You can't really blame it on the alcohol. Was it the game you were playing? That's not it either, for sure.

"Are you flirting with me?" you boldly asked when the bottle pointed at you.

"What if I am?" he gave a small smirk.

"You better be responsible for doing it, mister." you said with a joking tone.

He let out a chuckle, you did the same and silence came into the room. You were just gazing into each other’s eyes, both showing a flirty smile, not realizing that Sunwoo have moved closer. Your cheeks were heating up. He probably saw a faint blush on your cheeks when he moved closer to you.

Slowly, he continued to move but this time he sat in front of you. You looked down on the ground and saw his hand slowly approaching yours to lace both your fingers together. Your cheeks were burning up. You didn't want to look at him because you were getting nervous, anxious and shy. But he made you. He lifted your head by putting his index finger and thumb under your chin, his eyes found yours and you couldn't help but stare back at him. Should you say something? Should you do something? You were starting to panic that you did something not like your character.

You kissed him.

You kissed him so abruptly that you didn't even had the chance to close your eyes, like how they kiss in the movies. You were about to pull yourself back but Sunwoo pulled you closer; he cupped your face, slightly tilting his head to kiss you better. You were melting. Your eyes shut slowly, and that kiss evolved to something else that involved getting in bed, getting naked and a lot of moaning.

Whatever you guys did that night, kept happening. Your friends didn't know but your best friends surely did. You couldn't hide it from them. But they told you to be careful. Being friends with benefits with someone is tricky. As Chanhee said, "There will always be someone that will fall in love in this kind of relationship." but that wasn't you.

That really wasn't you, because right after you graduated university, you went abroad. Sunwoo knew and you said goodbye to him. You didn't keep your plans a secret and neither did he.

He would always think about you though. Remembering the first time you met, your finals project, your first time in bed with him and your continued relationship as friends with benefits. He wished that he could turn back time and go back to those days.

Like we always do.

[nyxravessnow]

Rambly Patalliro stage review

Stage Patalliro 2021 Foggy London Airport Arc Review

Today I finally managed to see the delays of the first and last day of the new 2021 Patalliro stage.

Overall, I will rate this show as a 9 out of 10.

I don't know if I'm giddy just because I watched the show today and have been really looking forward to it, and especially since I didn't enjoy the last 2.5D show I was looking forward to I might be projecting a bit onto this show. But I did enjoy every second of this show and can’t wait to buy the dvd.

While there were things, I was very nervous about for this show, I was also very excited as a lot of actors I really love are in the show.

 I just wanna say anything I say about negative fan reaction is of course not most fans. Most fans stayed quiet and just did what they wanted, I’m just talking about a few fans whose comments I have seen floating about. 

I was very nervous about the hostility to the new cast which I felt was unwarranted. Obviously, this wasn’t from most fans but was just from a very small amount of them. Hostility to the company and how they handled the graduation of the previous cost and the handling of the bringing in of the new cast is completely justified. However, this new cast is full of people who truly love the show and were very excited to be in it and no one had seen them on stage as those characters and so I feel like hostility towards them was undue.

The main reason this made me nervous was that I was worried if the show was bad the director and the company would not be the ones blamed but the actors who merely were doing their best in roles they were cast in. 

I am so glad to say that I believe the show was fantastic. I believe that they lived up to the legacy of the previous cast and have started a good new tradition for their next shows and any cast that follows them.

One thing that really shocked me but also spoke to me about how this show most likely wouldn’t have happened without a new cast, was Kato Ryo Crying out of happiness on the final day of the show. Kato Ryo is known for never breaking character and not breaking down on stage which shows how much this show means to him. He was truly happy to be on the stage performing as Patalliro again, and it did seem as if he had also bonded to this new cast as Dai instantly went to give him a hug which he returned. He spoke about how it was amazing they could make it to the final performance as he didn’t think they’d even make it to a first one. I believe it is not too far-fetched to say that he might be referring to the fact that Nelke and the 2.5d association mostly likely said that they would not continue the show with Tsune onboard. As before Kato Ryo said he would only continue the show if the cast didn’t change and that seemed like a serious change.

I have seen comments that Maaya-sensei didn’t like the new cast and that he was completely unaware of the change in casting which I would be very surprised by. 2.5d shows have to sign off for new shows with the creator of the original and also you could see that Maaya-sensei’s family had bonded the new cast greatly. Giving the show a standing ovation and kept waving to the cast on the final night.

I know the re cast is a very difficult topic for people who likes the old cast and don't want to see a new cost, for people who liked the old cast and are willing to see the new cast, for people who didn't see much of the old cast but excited for the new cast or for people who like the new actors coming in and so getting into Patalliro for the first time. 

I believe that as long as you are not attacking anyone your thoughts and feelings are completely valid and if you only liked the show for the previous cast then you have every right to just ignore the new shows and just watch the three amazing instalments from the old cast. You are valid and I hope you have a lovely day/week and hope that this awful situation (covid and the such) isn’t being too bad to you.

 In my opinion if this show was the result of the recast, and that if it hadn't happened we wouldn't have gotten another show, then I'm very glad it happened because I think this show was excellent and another fantastic instalment under the name of Patalliro stage. Under the cut I will include a spoilered review of the stage but before then I just wanted to say some of my basic thoughts for anyone who doesn't want to be spoiled for what is in the show.

 Acting: All the acting was fantastic. There wasn't a single actor who I wasn't entranced by and I was enthralled and engaged the entire show. I think every actor performed their roles perfectly and to the best of their abilities.

 Singing: Obviously the big stand out for singing in this show was the transgender actress Nakamura Ataru as she was hired for her singing voice, her being a professional singer. However, I think everybody performed extremely well. I continue to be a little frustrated with the use of recorded singing for everybody except for Ataru, as I believe the music they have on it is too loud and it makes it harder to hear a lot of the singers and I also feel it's not necessary to record the songs as all of them are professional actors who can definitely sing on stage. That being said, I fell in love with every single song in the show and thought they were all amazing.

 Directing: I think a lot of very very wise decisions were made about this show. I was worried this show would either reflect too much on the previous cast or just not mention them at all and pretend it didn't happen. Luckily the stage did neither. I will get into more specifics and my spoiler review, but I think they handled it very well with having stuff for new fans, old fans and fans who would be irritated by seeing knew actors continue on jokes that previous actors started. In regards to other sides of the directing, I believe it was same as always, very good for the type of show it is. The comedy was very good but due to only having seen two shows I can't say how much was the directing and how much were the actors just being funny, because this is a very funny cast.

 Casting: I believe every actor in this stage was perfect for their roles. This may be a controversial opinion but after seeing Dai and Yuuya act opposite each other I am very glad that Sana wasn’t brought back. They couldn't continue to have Tsune in the show as 2.5D does not have the kind of reputation yet where they can have an actor who has committed crimes in their shows and back him for if he ever did something again then it could do a lot of damage to the industry. Nelke and the 2.5d association are companies and in order to keep putting on shows and paying actors and all the staff they need money. And to have money, they need a clean reputation, at least while it’s still relatively low in popularity. I do not wish Tsune ill at all, I think he is an excellent actor, and I really hope that he does continue acting but I completely understand why he was not cast in this show again and why that led to a recast of most of the cast. I think that Sana was excellent as Maraich in every way he embodied the character. But having been in quite a few previous shows together Yuuya and Dai already had excellent chemistry, and I think it would have been quite odd to see Sana as Maraich acting opposite a different Bancoran. I can't imagine any actor having better chemistry with Dai’s Maraich than Yuuya’s Bancoran and visa versa. And I really hope that with the end of lockdown and quarantine, and everything calming down a lot in terms of physical contact on stages they will be able to show the bond between their Maraich and Bancoran even more. (They didn’t actually kiss, converse to what I’ve seen some people reporting about how Nelke wanted to pretend everything was fine by making them kiss.)

 Well enough on them, the Tamanegi. I think all of them were completely perfect for their roles and they all handled it with enough seriousness to make the comedy different enough from the past cast and therefore make it their own but also for it to actually be funny. I cannot wait to see this group in more shows together and see how much funnier they can become. My only slight complaint, and it is very slight, is that one of the Tamanegi is 19 years old, therefore underage, and it made me slightly uncomfortable when he took his shirt off. as I am now an adult watching the show. Having not been an adult when I watched the previous two, I do rather approach it with different eyes and that was something that I wasn't very comfortable with but I do understand that everybody isn't me and it would have been a bit strange if only one of them didn't take their top off.

 Other cast members included Damian, the Maaya man and Ataru the ‘singing princess’. Again, all three of them were amazing, I was especially impressed with Shouta as Damien as I believe he carriage the emotion that came with that role excellently. Knowing what kind of personality Shouta has off stage, it still makes it slightly weird for me to see him playing less-good characters but I cannot fault his acting. I will cover the other two cast members in my spoiler review.

 Anything else: I think the staging was excellent, prop work was very good and they obviously worked very hard on this show.

 That will do it for my spoiler free review underneath I will get into a lot more detail on things that I liked, disliked or just wanted to comment on.

 If you're stopping reading here thank you very much for reading and I really recommend if you weren't sure about this cast and weren’t sure how much they'd put into these roles and how much they would love them I can assure you that these roles have been trusted to people who really love this show and are working very hard. If you are considering getting the DVD but aren’t sure, I really recommend that you do get it if you like Patalliro and don’t just want to see only the old cast.

 If you have any more specific questions about the show, I will be happy to answer them so just drop me an ask.

Spoilers under cut (Warning, it is very long)

God, where to even begin. This show was so good. They combined old stage Patalliro, with new directing, a new cast, and a really interesting arc. I'm going to separate my review into story, acting, singing/songs and directing, as well as mentioning some extra stuff that I might think of at the end.

 I will illustrate bits I’m saying with pics but pics cannot do this show justice. And I’ve bolded where I begin each section so it’s more easy to find.

 So first, the story. As someone who doesn't know the exact intricacies of this arc, I do know roughly what happens I just couldn't remember all the specifics, I think the show was set out in a very non confusing way compared to other Patalliro content. They did make the story a lot more linear and wasn’t showing stuff that happened at the same time as other things too much which can sometimes hurt my brain. Even with all the flashbacks and flashforwards I felt it was really easy to keep track of what was happening when. The story had a very clear and defined beginning, middle and end, and I just thought it was very well done.

 Acting, with occasional dips into directing and story when appropriate. As I said before the acting was amazing. I had chills, the entire scene with Damien, Maraich and Bancoran. I think they balanced the comedy and tension very well and didn’t try to undercut all the serious scenes with comedy which is my main complaint with a lot of gag manga/anime/stages. Except during Maraich’s more emotional song where one of the Tamanegi was still wearing bdsm gear which I thought was a bit hmmm. I’m not rly gonna cover Kato Ryo bc he just is Patalliro at this point.

Maraich and Bancoran, despite having very few scenes actually talking to each other, had undeniable chemistry. Dai and Yuuya, sold me on them being a couple immediately with the way they looked at each other and how they held each other. Their final scene before the end together where Maraich lay in a hospital bed and Bancoran was clutching his hand gave me so many emotions (First night he held his hand and final night he kissed him). I was 100% sold on how much they cared about each other, even if they might fight a lot in the end no one will ever love the other more than they do, and I think that that is what makes this couple so special. They have a true unconditional love for each other and they would, quite literally in Maraich’s case, throw themselves on a bomb for the other one.

 Bancoran. I think Yuuya played Bancoran so well. You could see the character maturing before your eyes as we moved from 15 years previously to 12 years previously, to 10 and onwards until the normal time. And you could see the vulnerability he had with Damien and how that was still there but how he truly loved Maraich and that the vulnerability he has with Maraich is different. While Damien didn’t tend to let his guard down around Bancoran, his relationship with Maraich is a lot more give and take and I think he played all of that expertly. I know how much Bancoran cares about Maraich is a lot more vague in the original but I think that was partly as a product of its time and they somewhat had to make some humour out of these two men being in a relationship without flat out making fun of that aspect. So, I am very happy that the stage lets these character’s be in love and despite everything, truly show that they care about each other. Also, he did make me cry a few times when he saw Damien broken, Maraich with Damien as his heart broke seeing that happen to the man he loved but also breaking for the trust he put in a man he had once loved as well in the final scenes where he has clearly decided to kill Damien but is still holding onto a feint hope that maybe, he is not completely lost.

Mariach. Wow, just wow. He was not super present in the beginning, but he was the standout in the show in my opinion. His Maraich was so so different to Sana-chan’s Maraich and yet he was absolutely true to Maraich. He approached Mariach from a very different angle and I am so glad we are lucky enough to get both of them playing Maraich. He seems a lot more mature, like he has definitely been with Bancoran longer. He gives him more trust and isn’t as quick to be jealous as well as very quickly understanding Damien and how important he is to Bancoran, asking Patalliro not to tell him anything until they were sure which is different to how he acted about Bjorn/Andersen in the last show, they are different situations but I do think it represents character growth. He was a lot more aggressive in his fighting and anger though, as shown by his heavy metal solo as opposed to the softer ones of Sana’s. Despite all that he still was clearly in love with Bancoran and still showed his cute side. As well as expressing more deeply about his love for Bancoran with one of the Tamanegi but more on that in the Tamanegi’s bit. The scene with Damien was done so well by everyone involved. They clearly condemned Damien’s actions, showed how disgusting what he did was and created incredible pathos for Maraich while also showing Maraich somewhat unaware of what had happened and during the sex scene with Maraich and Damien, Dai showed Maraich’s desperation to hold on Bancoran and love Bancoran, so well, and it broke my heart.

Damien. I don’t remember too much of Damien from the original but Shouta played him excellently. He showed the progression of this man who loved Bancoran to a man who was willing to throw him away and murder him so well and it was believable despite not seeing almost anything except his interactions with Bancoran or Bancoran/Maraich’s feelings about him. When he held Bancoran at the end, asking why he was fighting so much and why he wanted Damien to kill him, despite Damien obviously being the villain you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for this man despite everything he’d done. (Also I think there is meant to be a parallel between him holding Maraich and him holding Bancoran)

The Maaya man. I thought the actor himself was very good, but I am a bit confused about why he was in the stage. All the Tamanegi played multiple roles, changing costume, and there is only one of him, so I am not too sure what the benefit from having a single Maaya man was but it’s a very small complaint and mainly about logistics rather than show quality. Especially as it certainly didn’t take away anything from the show having him there.

Nakamura Ataru – The singing Princess. Oh. My. Lord. Her voice was phenomenal, and she was gorgeous in every single outfit she was in, reaffirming to me that I am very pan (Not just attracted to the men in the play but also this gorgeous woman. I am not saying I am pan because she is trans). What was a surprise to me is that she was genuinely really funny. In the scenes where she was meant to be funny, I laughed a lot and she definitely has expert comedic timing.

The Tamanegi. I am going to separate a few of them who were reasonably important and group the rest in together.

 So, the ones who did not play major roles in the show were: Emoto Koki, Ookubo Tatsuki, Sagawa Daiki and Hoshi Gouki. They were all very good, played their parts well and I don’t think they could have done better. It was very interesting to see Koki in a bdsm outfit but besides that there wasn’t anything super memorable about these actors’ parts.

Harashina Motohisa. Motohisa played the Black Tamanegi and served as somewhat of a leader for the Tamanegi in their scenes. Given that he was the only 2nd season Tenimyu actor in the cast and was the first name in the list of Tamanegi this was pretty much the role I expected him to play. He was very good, and his high voice was super adorable to hear after not hearing it much from his roles.

Okuda Yumeto. It was very surprising for me to see that Yumeto was the Tamanegi who travelled back into the past with Patalliro to see Bancoran’s past. Not only is he the youngest of the Tamanegi but he was also last on the list of Tamanegi names, I might be putting too much onto that list, but I did think it was gonna be kinda going from highest ranked to lowest and from most importance in the show to lowest. I was kinda right and wrong about that as the four most important were the two first names and two of the three last names. He did get to sing a little in the Bancoran and Damien jazz sex song, more on that later, and I thought what he did was good. 

Nakata Ryouta. (Yes I am saving Tsukasa for last bc I love him). Out of the four he had the smallest role but still had a solo bit in their trio song (trio is the name for a song where 3 people harmonise and have solo bits if you didn’t know, bc lol I didn’t) and was somewhat important to Maraich. I thought he was very good despite it being his first stage show and he had a lovely voice. He and Tsukasa made such a cute couple.

Taguchi Tsukasa. Warning, he is my favourite actor, and I am extremely biased. He was the best actor in the show, no question.

Joking, he didn’t have too much to do so obviously he didn’t shine more than Dai-chan, Yuuya or Shouta for example. He had two scenes with Maraich and while he didn’t do much in the stage overall it was clear how much of an impact his character, Tamanegi no.35, made on Maraich. He confessed to Maraich his love for his fellow Tamanegi, no.19, and spoke of their love and how special they were to each other which was never ridiculed or made fun of but was an exceedingly human moment and as a lgbt person it really touched me. He saw the love Maraich had for Bancoran and he and 19 did everything they could to help him. Without them, Bancoran and maybe Maraich as well, would most likely be dead as they picked Maraich up and brought him to Bancoran as well as getting Plasma X’s armour to protect him. Maraich, so far in the stages, hasn’t really had a friend. He always has just had Patalliro, shown by Patalliro being called in the 2nd stage to help them with their argument despite Maraich not liking Patalliro that much and this Tamanegi offered help to Maraich without judgement, just empathy, and I thought that was really special. I know, due to the nature of this being based on a gag manga and knowing Patalliro, that in the next stage they will likely not get another scene together but I can hope as their second scene with 19, 35 and Maraich might be my favourite scene in all of Patalliro content.

I know Tsukasa is a massive Patalliro fan, in a live he said he went to the previous show between 4-6 times and I have rarely seen him smile as much as he did in the finale of this show. It obviously meant so much to him to be in a show he loved and I’m incredibly happy for him.

  Singing/songs.

 There were 9/11 songs in this show. (9 if you don’t count Cock robin and Foggy London Airport which Ataru only sang a little of on stage but is an album exclusive)

 These were:

 1.      Wow Patalliro

2.      I can’t see your

3.      Maybe we could meet again? – Mata Aeru Kashira

4.      Foggy London Airport

5.      Sexy dudes!

6.      To leak out – Moreru

7.      Kiss me Bancoran

8.      Cock Robin

9.      Don’t overlook me – Misugosenai

10.  My special person - Tokubetsu na hito

11.  Forever Patalliro ~ Grand Finale

 1.      Wow Patalliro

This opening song was such a bop and I don’t think I will ever get it out of my head. It was very different to the previous first songs, much higher tempo and energy which I think was interesting as this show felt slower than the previous two shows which I thought was interesting. Shouta, Damien’s actor, was having so much fun dancing around in the bg and it was adorable.

2.      I can’t see your

God Ataru’s voice. Her voice was gorgeous in this song. This was my favourite of the 3/4 songs she sang and this is from a person who doesn’t usually like ballads. The contrast between the fast pace of the first song and the slow pace of the 2nd song was so well done. And it was such a good song to have the cast list play during as kinda a more formal opening as the first scene doesn’t do much except to show that Bancoran is acting strange and so isn’t super related to the rest of the stage.

3.      Maybe we could meet again? – Mata Aeru Kashira

I love the club singer vibe of this song and Maraich was so cute with Ban clapping along in the back. It was a nice soft scene before all the angst and trauma in the rest of the scene and it was really nice to see them on a date together.

4.      Foggy London Airport

Don’t have many thoughts as I didn’t really hear much of this song, about 2 lines, but I’m sure it’s amazing if Ataru is singing it.

5.      Sexy dudes!

I love all the Tamanegi songs so much and I rly liked how different this one sounded, much like all the songs in this show, I like how the Tamanegi are built up in this song to seem so good then they having the dumbest dance ever, it was amazing and the final day with all of them stripping killed me. Of laughter bc of Daiki wearing a shirt that made it seem like he had abs and of other things bc of Tsukasa stripping. (I think Daiki might not have been comfortable showing his fully chest so I’m glad they allowed him to just wear a pretend ab shirt)

6.      To leak out – Moreru

I never imagined a sex scene in Patalliro would be shown by a woman dressed like a bush singing a jazz song as screens showed the characters sex faces as they were on a spinning bed or doing poses but here we are. The song itself was very good and I think it worked weirdly well representing what happened.

7.      Kiss me Bancoran

God all the songs in this stage were just so good. Another absolute banger. Yuuya’s voice as Bancoran is divine and the choreography and everything work so well for this song. I also think he looks super pretty in his past Ban outfit and love that the song was done in that.

8.      Cock Robin

Pretty much as normal. Maraich’s little leg lift is so cute

9.      Don’t overlook me – Misugosenai

This was not what I expected from a Maraich solo in any way shape or form. But it works so well?? Maraich screaming into the mic as Bancoran plays the guitar and the Tamanegi do back up dance is just phenomenal, Dai’s voice works for the song so well and him pretending to be Damien and Bancoran and impersonating their voices as they had sex was hilarious, omg. This song was the song we didn’t want but we needed so much. By far and away my fav song in the show. I have listened to it so many times already and I am never gonna get bored of it.

10.  My special person - Tokubetsu na hito

A trio song between Maraich, 19 and 35 about what you do when with the person you love the most and what you would do for the one you love the most, with the other Tamanegi as back up singers. Despite looking a bit silly with Koki in his bdsm gear in the bg, the emotion was there, and the three actors are such good singers. /not at all biased. Honestly, I died when I heard Tsukasa start to sing. I didn’t expect him to get a solo bit in this show and I was so happy that he did.

11.  Forever Patalliro ~ Grand Finale

I rly like the new ending song. It’s upbeat and fast like the first song and has a different feel to the previous cast. I’m kinda glad that the final bit with the circle head things that look like the headframes from the manga was the only song they kept. They’re showing that they are moving on from the previous cast without erasing what they did.

Overall, I think this show has my favourite soundtrack. In the past two shows and the film there were a couple songs I didn’t love but in this one I loved all the songs!

 Directing

Like I said before I think there were a lot of good calls in the direction. They had I think two or three references to Stardust, I think this was to partly reassure fans that they weren’t completely resetting the world and that this was a continuation and from what I remember maybe four or five recurring things.

1.      Patalliro at the start being asked who he is, this definitely makes sense tho and I’m super glad they didn’t change it

2.      Maraich’s legs shaking when Ban looked at him with his beam. I kinda liked though how they even changed the beam for Yuuya. Tsune’s was a contant beam whereas Yuuya’s beam is more short bursts. (in terms out sound and the projection of the beam light)

3.      Patalliro recreating the most tragic scene from the play again at the end. I was a little unsure about them keeping this at first as it felt like a joke of the old cast but it was mainly something Kato Ryo did and he is still here to continue his joke so it makes sense to keep it. Also, in the finale he gave Damien. Maraich and Bancoran characters from tv to impersonate while doing their lines which made the scene very funny.

4.      The final bit after the finale song with the head frames but I think it would be weird to remove this song in retrospect bc it is the song that mainly relates back to the manga. Also, they did change what the head boarders look like.

5.      And obviously the two mangaka that are referenced in all the stages are still there bc that is something that came from the original. (Micchan sensei and the shojo mangaka one)

Except for that stuff, from what I can remember, mostly everything was new jokes which I rly liked. That they’re making new stuff for the new cast.

 That’s it!

I still have so many other thoughts but the best thing I can say at this point is pls watch the stage! It is just as faithful as it was with the original cast and the quality has not dipped at all.

 Thank you for reading my rly rambly thoughts and I’m sorry it trailed off at the end, it is quite late now. 

I hope it inspired you to look into getting a DVD or CD or supporting the stage in some other way.

 Have a good day/week/month/year/life!

[joontier]

akin ka na lang (muli.) | drabble

translation: be mine (again.) 

synopsis: Dr. Kim Taehyung, locally known for his successful cardio-thoracic surgeries. One thing he isn’t known for though, is that he’s your two-timing ex who’s come to visit you in the new hospital you work at. 

pairings: taehyung x reader

rating: R (18+)

au: doctors!au; exes!au | genre: smut, slight angst, mentions of infidelity

warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation 

word count: 2.2k

request: by @taemaknae​​​ “silakbo track feat. taehyung + doctor!au (because we need more doctor aus hehehe” SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE BABE!! but here ya gooo! I hope u enjoy it luv hehehhehe

g/n: this is part of The Paraluman Playlist - a drabble game we’re holding for the whole month of August!!! Send in your requests lovelies;; ((why do i get the feeling that this could be a good prologue too ajsdfhoaiwjef)) also,,, this might be a part of a fic crossover with one im working on right now with jk wOOPS

navi. | m.list

“And that concludes the reports for this month’s cardiac surgery reports.” 

Ending your presentation with one last click of your pointer, you turn to your fellow doctors, resisting the strong urge to roll your eyes. Some of the seniors are already asleep, while those who are a closer to your age are obviously bored to the bone.

You’re seriously considering if you want to even bother asking the audience if they have any further questions when no one was listening in the first place anyways. Well, maybe except for the chairman who had been all ears the whole time.

Meetings like these are just a major waste of time – time you could have used to sleep your fatigue away after having completed a five-hour open heart surgery last night. If it only weren’t for the hospital’s board of directors that implemented this scheme.

The Ministry of Health and Welfare had only encouraged all hospitals to hold conferences like this to support medical-related research, but The Woocheon Group, after having been praised by the ministry itself for pioneering experimental medicine and clinical trials, upped its game, scheduling these quarterly conferences to monthly ones.  

This plan would have sounded engaging to most third parties, but to those who were chosen to create reports, such as yourself, do not find these meetings most pleasant. After all, these month-end reports will also be uploaded to Woocheon’s online journals. Not that these doctors would even read any of those even if published both online or in paper. Unless of absolute necessity as reference, of course.

Your eyes scan over the audience consisting of at least forty doctors until you lock eyes with the one and only Kim Taehyung - infamous for his recently successful cardio-thoracic surgery on a twenty-two year old athlete back at Daegu Medical Center. Unfortunately for you, he’s also the same man who cheated on you for another colleague a few years back. 

He was the reason you left DMC in the first place, unable to continue your career back at the center with such an unhealthy, hate-conducive environment. Obviously, you knew having to work with a cheater and having to face him for at least six days a week wasn’t going to do you any good. Hence, your moving to Seoul to officially pursue your fellowship at Woocheon Medical City. What you never expected though, was Taehyung coming all the way from Daegu to sit in with Woocheon’s internal conferences. 

For what? Why was he here? What reason does he have to suddenly show up like this? 

Whatever his business here was absolutely none of yours, and you promised yourself you were going to be the last person to concern yourself with such. 

“Any further questions?” 

You see Taehyung’s hand raise hesitantly, but retracts it quickly as another raises his hand. As you address the inquiry, you still feel Taehyung’s gaze locked on yours. Nobody dares to ask another question, not wanting to prolong the useless conference any longer. Thankfully, the hospital’s chairman ends the meeting shortly after that.

As you pack your things up while the rest of the crowd files out of the room, you feel someone approach you. In fact, you feel two - with both of the presences extremely familiar. When you look up from your desk, you see Taehyung and Chairman Jung Hoseok nearing the podium you stood behind from.

Taehyung lets the chairman approach you first. Good, at least the man still has a little bit of dignity left in him. “Dr. _______, great presentation today,” Hoseok applauds, “You are a blessing to this hospital,” the chairman adds, placing a hand on the small of your back. 

“All in a day’s work, Chairman Jung,” you give the man a warm smile. Taehyung notices the small gesture and diverts his gaze quickly, as if he was caught watching something private. You smile inwardly, wanting to drop as many hints as possible to let the blonde-haired man he isn't welcome here. 

The chairman finally takes notice of his presence as he turns around, much to your dismay. “Ah! Dr. Kim Taehyung! I wasn’t informed of your arrival… anyways, welcome to The Woocheon Medical City and may I introduce to you one of our best cardiology consultants here…” 

“Dr. __________, of course.” A wide smile forms on Taehyung’s lips, reaching out his hand for a handshake. You hesitate for a split-second - torn between not wanting to be within arm’s reach of your traitorous ex-boyfriend, or maintaining your usual professional demeanor. Maybe it’s best for you to go with the latter, and pretend you two are meeting for the first time. 

“We were colleagues back in Daegu Medical Center.” 

Or maybe not. 

Hoseok’s secretary comes over just in time, informing him of a friend  who wishes to meet him outside as well as the rest of the day’s schedule. “Oh, guess I’ll have to meet that one then,” Hoseok says, turning to the both of you. “Well, I’ll have to leave you both for a moment. I’ll see you both around.” With a short wave, the chairman leaves the two of you to “catch up”. 

“_________. Can we talk?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dr. Kim. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still have plenty of things to do.” Deciding not to meet his eyes, you scan the room, sending a silent plea to the last doctor who was getting ready to leave, wishing that he won’t leave you alone with this man. 

Taehyung blocks your sight with his body. Clenching your jaw, you tilt your head at him, waiting on what he has to say now. “Come back to me, please…” A scoff escapes your lips as you roll your eyes at Taehyung.

“I’d even beg on my knees, _______. I’ll do whatever you want, baby.” 

“You on your knees?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I am a changed man.” 

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.” 

“By all means, ________, please.” Rolling your eyes at your two-timing ex, you continue packing up, making sure you won't forget anything else on the desk. Funny how he can even extract innuendos from your display of hatred. At this point, Taehyung had already rounded the table and is now standing beside you.

You figure he’s fiddling with the projector (for all you care), that is, until you feel his warm breath fanning against your nape. His close proximity instantly gives you a chill and before you can turn to face him, he already has you trapped between his body and the podium. 

Taehyung can't hide the smirk that graces his lips when he sees you gulp. Fueled by your reaction, he proceeds to reach for the clicker by the opposite end of the desk, bending you a little bit forward, all the while pressing his erection against your ass. 

When he feels you hold your breath in, it only spurs him on, slowly grinding against you. “T-Tae…” you whisper out brokenly, weakly pushing away his firm hold on your waist. “You’re not…” All coherent thoughts get drained from your head when he takes your breasts in his hands, kneading them gently through your shirt,  “...s-supposed to do….” 

The door opens all of a sudden and the janitor enters, holding a plastic roll in his hands. Taehyung abruptly takes his hands off you, placing them inside his pockets instead. Thankfully, the janitor only takes notice of you and Taehyung’s presence after checking the trash bin by the last row and not when the latter had his hands all over you. “Oh, sorry Doc! I thought everybody had left already. I’ll just come back later.” Bowing once in your direction, he leaves quickly just as he had arrived. 

As you turn around to confront Taehyung about his brazen behavior, he’s already there, suddenly connecting his lips with yours. Nearly loosing your footing at the unexpected action, Taehyung instinctively places his hands on your back, pushing you further towards him. You place your palms against his chest, not wanting to get scandalized by making out with a guest. “Taehyung…”

The blonde-haired man pulls away from the kiss, only to attach his lips on that certain spot on your neck that ultimately gets you weak in the knees. ‘Does he remember?’ You think, mind getting hazy over the feeling of his pliant mouth on your skin after all these years. Then again, your mind betrays you with the vivid image of him fucking your friend in your very room – inside the same apartment you shared with that friend he cheated on you with.

Your judgment gets clouded once more as he fumbles with your shirt, unbuttoning the first one – enough to leave a hickey just above the valley of your breast. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth to hold in the moan the threatens to escape your mouth, your fist tightens around the fabric of his collar.

Sliding the swiveling chair from underneath, Taehyung pushes you down onto the cushion of the seat. As he kneels to the ground, your heart beats rapidly in your chest, the anticipation causing to form a few beads of sweat by your hairline. Pleasure shoots through your core as he hikes your skirt up, rubbing his hands all over your thighs.

Having him touch you like this after so many years ignited that fire inside you once more, the almost foreign feeling ultimately driving you close to madness.

Fuck, you missed this. Not him. Not Taehyung. Whatever thing this was with Taehyung that was so deliriously enticing: this magnetizing aura that drew everyone to him without him having to even try. Unfortunately for you, it had also drawn unwanted attention from perpetually thirsty women. You missed these feverish kisses, featherlight touches that sent electricity pulsing through your veins.

You repeat the phrase in your head like a fervent prayer. You miss the idea of this Taehyung, the Taehyung that ravished you on a regular basis, like you were the irresistible flame to the metaphorical moth that was him.

“Tell me to stop, baby, and I will,” Taehyung rasps, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“No panties? Still my naughty little slut I see,” Taehyung remarks, as he sees your naked core. It’s shameful how you’re embarrassingly wet within a short period of time, but you no longer put much thought on it, especially with a handsome man like Taehyung on his knees for you.

With dilated pupils, Taehyung looks up and you knew you had both reminisced the time this same scenario happened in his office at DMC. The infamous surgeon draws you out of your reverie as he plants kisses along the expanse of your thigh.

Urgently wanting to fully express his intentions, Taehyung wastes no time, bunching up your skirt by your hips and diving in to flatten his tongue against your wet core. You gasp at the contact and you practically feel him smile at your responsiveness.

Taehyung starts with a slow pace, letting his tongue swirl all over your cunt. “Oh!” you breath out when he flicks your nether bud with his tongue. Taehyung keeps your legs apart with left hand while he dips a finger between your folds with the other. As you shudder at the sensation, Taehyung continues his ministrations, pushing his finger in, reveling in the way your walls clench around his digit.

“You’re still so tight after all these years,” the man says, diving in once more as he familiarizes himself once more of your addictive essence, licking and sucking at your core for all its worth like it’s his last day on the planet.

Just as you were about to climax, three knocks on the door resonate throughout the empty room, and as you push your thighs together and signaling Taehyung to keep quiet underneath the table, the door opens one more time and the chairman’s head pokes through the side, eyes scanning the room to look for you. Fixing your appearance discreetly, you put on a smile on your face, ignoring the frustration that came with not being able to orgasm properly.

“Wanna go grab lunch with me, sweetheart?” 

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few, babe. Just… gotta go through some emails,” comes your breathless answer. “Okay darling. I’ll be waiting for you by my office.” When you feel Taehyung’s fingers start to dance back up along your legs, you swat them away, the realization of your unfaithful acts finally dawning on you. 

“Stop it Taehyung and get up from there,” you tell him, pulling down your silk skirt that’s shamelessly bunched up around your hips. As you tame the creases on your skirt, the light above you hits the rock on your fourth finger. The gleam hits your eyes perfectly, the diamond on your engagement ring seemingly mocking you of your infidelity. 

For the sake of your sanity, you don’t say another word to Taehyung who also had his eyes trained on your ring. Quickly you grab your things off the desk, not sparing your dejected ex-boyfriend a look. As you reach the door, you rest your head on the hard plastic, “I’m happy now, Taehyung. Please respect that.” With a sigh, you open the door, not daring to take a look back. 

Taehyung nods silently, looking away from your figure as a tear rolls down his cheek, regret and longingness weighing on him heavily.

[loser-writings]

I am in LOVE with your headcanons about the boys being omegas! Can you make some for Bakugou (poetic irony but also because he IS the mom friend), Shigaraki, Mirio and Kirishima?

NOTE: Spoilers, toxic behavior, and a lot of underrated omegas

A/N Of Course! I apologize if there are any errors since I wrote most of these at night, and shiggys turned into a pile of headcanons instead of a more story based one. It did inspire me to start a little something else though, so watch out for that in the future!

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo has a very pungent burned sugar smell due to his quirk, but his natural scent is more like cinnamon candy if you are able to convince him to let you take a sniff (good luck with that.)

Was told all of his life that nobody wants an aggressive Omega and that an Omega could never be the number one hero. Hearing that all of the time made him so irritated that he started taking scent blockers and suppressants so he can pass as an alpha, blaming the sweet scent on his nitroglycerin. Many didn’t think twice about it since it did make sense.

He still has his superiority complex, but he also knows that he lives up to the praise he had gotten all of his life. He worked hard and taught himself how to use his quirk as a child thanks to his dad really. Even though his mom kept his ass in check and made sure he was never lazy, it was his dad who sat down and taught him how to make and control his explosions.

 His favorite memory is how his father would wear rubber cleaning gloves so he would sweat more in order to show Katsuki his acid sweat explosions. Katsuki laughing fondly before trying to mimic Masaru, only to end up flying back on his ass in a fit of giggles. It ended with both Son and Father getting scolded due to yet another noise complaint. 

When he presented as an omega, he was initially destroyed because omegas had a stigma for being weak. He was NOT weak by any means and having people treat him different for being an omega male pissed him off. Middle school was especially tough after Izuku had loudly blurted support to Bakugo while revealing him to be an omega which only resulted in others treating him differently and some even bullying him about his dream to be a pro-hero. This only made him spite Izuku more, and since Deku had pointed out his one, massive flaw, he would do the same. He started bullying Izuku for being quirkless to get the attention away from him being an omega since being quirkless was much more uncommon than being an omega.

When the sludge monster attacked, his omega chirped loudly in distress and of course, fucking Deku had to come and save him. He never thanked the Beta, but instead yelled at him to remind him that he isn’t useless. He isn’t some weak ass Omega who can’t protect themselves. He was borderline in tears as he yelled at Izuku before storming off back to his house. Despite his parents attempting to comfort him, he just ended up nesting in his bedroom before sobbing himself to sleep. He had been a weak omega who couldn’t protect himself.

When he got into UA, he considered it a fresh start. Having been on suppressants and scent blockers for a long time now, this was his chance to shine for his power and not his role in society. When he found out Izuku was going as well, part of him felt pure rage and the other was disappointment. This was his chance to start completely over, but here was fucking Deku, a constant threat to his secret of being an omega.

He was originally shocked by the diversity of his class, not that he openly showed his shock. Omegas, betas, alphas, they were all there. Yeah, the omegas didn’t quite seem as adept for close range fighting, but they were still in the heroes course. It made him happy that there were so many in his class, even if his aggressive way of introducing himself was met with a lukewarm reaction. He did manage to find himself a nice group of friends that made him feel even safer. Sero, Mina, and Denki were Betas, and he felt completely comfortable around them. He didn’t feel threatened by them or belittled. You and Kirishima though, he was intimidated which only resulted in him being even more aggressive, yet neither alpha seemed to mind and often fought back playfully.

He naturally found himself growing closest to the two alphas and also found himself yelling into a pillow late at night at the thought of one of you being a potential mate. He honestly could see himself in a happy relationship with either person, yet he knew he shouldn’t focus on that. Even if his omega was whining for the approval of one of the Alphas, his desire to be a hero would come first. This didn’t stop him from sharing clothes with Kirishima, maybe even stealing some for his nest, and letting you wear his jacket any chance he got. If it meant that one of his alphas could scent the item, then he sure as hell was going to do it. No one ever mentioned it though until everybody got together for a movie night and Mina had taken a picture of Bakugo curled up between the two alphas. That’s when people started to tease which only made Bakugo feel insecure despite the Alphas scolding the others for not asking to take the picture, yet you both had the photo as your home screen of your phones.

After Bakugo had been captured, he found himself feeling lost as he once again had been a useless omega. Due to him missing his suppressants and scent blockers for a few days, his scent had started to shine through and he felt himself holding back his whimpering omega as all he wanted to do was chirp for help. The villains took notice and were shocked that the explosive man was an omega. Once Shigaraki had him released from his bonds, the man had made a nasty comment about him which resulted in Bakugo attempting to blow his face up. He was shocked to see that the man, who revealed himself to be a beta, was hardly phased by his attack before promptly reminding him that his offer still stood. The leagues’ arms were open for him, yet he continued to deny it. He was getting ready to fight once again when All Might broke in causing him to finally let out the loud chirps of distress he had been holding in.

After he was rescued and witnessed Allmights’ retirement, he promptly locked himself in his room. His parents could hear the distressed chirps coming from his room, yet were met with aggression the second they tried to help. Yet, when there was a knock on his bedroom door, he was shocked to see you peak inside. 

He let you into his room, but you noticed how messy it all seemed. Katsuki was always a very clean person so this worried you, but that wasn’t your main concern as the blonds spiked hair seemed messier than usual, his red eyes were puffy from crying, and he seemed like he hadn’t been sleeping. You opened your arms as an offer but the other just scoffed and rolled his eyes, clearly trying to keep the alpha act he had before, but you were able to see past it and moved to hug him softly. He didn’t stop his omega from chirping out and slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he fought off tears, only letting his omega chirp out more. 

He did eventually break down in your arms, venting to you about him being weak, about AllMights retirement and about how he had been captured by the league. You had scented the other in hopes it would calm him down, but you just let him cry. He did calm down, sobs turning to chirps and whimpers after a while. He pulled away, yet could only lean back as you continued to hold him by his waist as he wiped his tears. 

You instantly asked where his nest was, and he pointed in the corner of his room that was hidden behind his bed. You nodded and pulled him close to softly kiss his forehead before ushering him to the nest to lay down. He didn’t fight it and moved to collapse in the nest before hearing you leave the room. A few loud chirps came from his omega since he desired the Alphas company to keep him calm, but was caught off guard when he saw you walk back in holding a plastic bag and a tray. He huffed and moved over a bit so you could join him, but he noticed how you had taken off your shoes since the first time you had came in. You were careful walking into the nest which made his omega purr at the sight, and once you were in you sat the tray on his lap holding the bowl of spicy ramen. 

“I remembered that you liked spicy food, so I decided to ask my mom how to make spicy ramen. I quickly figured out to not touch your face while making it.” The omega couldn’t help but grin since you remembered his favorite and actually made it for him. He moved to sip the broth before feeling himself purr louder thanks to the taste. He didn’t think twice before he began eating the ramen. It was moments later when he was finished when he turned his attention towards you, noticing how you searched through the bag.

You then pulled out a plush bear that looked obviously homemade. He didn’t realize it, but he had sat a little straighter due to his curiosity before you spoke. “Here. I made this too since I thought you’d sleep better with something that smells like me. I might have noticed how you sleep better when you’re snuggled against me during our movie nights.” He carefully took the bear and smiled, hugging it softly as you pulled out a hoodie he had let you borrow as well as one of Kirishimas’ shirts. He couldn’t help but feel cared for, and it didn’t feel like you were belittling him. 

That’s when it hit him. “How did you know I was an Omega?” He asked only to notice you chuckle and rub the back of your neck. “I didn’t. All I knew was that this was stuff that I thought would comfort you. Your dynamic really didn’t matter much to me Katsu. When I grabbed this, All I could think of was the fact that you were most likely struggling, You weren’t going to show weakness, and I wanted to help you in any way I could. You being an Omega had nothing to do with it.” He felt himself blush before he sighed softly. That’s when you spoke again. “I uh...was planning on courting you either way. Alpha, beta, or Omega. It doesn’t matter since I was honestly more interested in you.”

He felt his cheeks heating up before he looked down, taking in the fact that you went out of your way to make him a bear, scent his hoodie, make his favorite food, and even stole one of Kirishimas’ shirts just for him. You took his silence as rejection and just sighed. “I know you aren’t looking, really, but I just wanted to let you know I admire you so much and you inspire me to strive to be better. A better student, a better friend, and a better hero. No matter what, Katsuki, You make me want to be better. So I decided why not and start off by making sure you were okay?” 

That was the last hit his Omega needed to accept the courting. His omega had claimed you, even if he were to disagree. Yet he didn’t disagree. He ended up moving closer to you and kissing your cheek softly. When you burst into a deep red blush, he just chuckled a bit. “Thanks...I really appreciate that.”

You both ended up snuggling in his nest until his dad knocked on the door to tell his son that his teachers were there and they needed to talk to him. You had decided that it was most likely a good time for you to leave, but you felt Bakugo squeeze your hand before he told his dad he would be out in a moment. After his dad left, he moved to kiss your cheek once again before asking you about courting. 

“You’d have to be patient with me, because I will become the number one hero. Nothing is going to stop me, so if you want to be with me, you do know that you’d have to be patient right?” “Of course, Bakugo. I want to watch you become the number one, so if our relationship isn’t traditional, then I don’t mind.” He smiled at your words before feeling himself getting pulled into a hug. He groaned and tried to push you away even if he didn’t want you to let go. You luckily knew him well and just fought back until he stopped resisting. 

“If you think that you can deal with me, then I don’t see why I couldn’t go on a couple of dates with you…” He mumbled into your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you slowly. He wasn’t surprised to hear you agree, but you kissing his cheek back forced his cheeks to burn like yours had. He threw some swears at you and flicked your head before huffing while kicking you out of his room. You only chuckled as you left, bowing to your teachers, thanking the Bakugos’ and quickly leaving their house. His parents could smell you on him, and of course he was back to his argumentative self, but they were just happy he was feeling better.

Tomura Shigaraki

 (More headcanon styled cause DAMN I love toxic, Omega, Shiggy. Let’s be real though, he wouldn’t be as lovable as people believe. Keep an eye out for more about him though)

Let’s just get one thing straight, never walk into his bedroom. If he were to ever get an Alpha, they would rather go crazy with the empty cans of soda, sticky floors, stained sheets, and random snacks that have been abandoned long ago. He is a messy ass omega that breaks a ton of stereotypes.

His scent is also just a bit...off. It isn’t sweet like the majority of Omegas, but can be described as the scent of an abandoned bakery? It really depends on his mood. If he is in a more content mood, he just smells like bread that had been left on the counter instead of properly put away. If he is in a bad mood, it smells like molded sweets. If he is happy, it smells like fresh baked goods. He is kind of insecure about his scent honestly, but then again he doesn’t have the time to look for a mate anyway.

The most likely to become almost Yandere-like over somebody he deems is his. Like seriously, if you walk into the hideout and catch the omegas’ attention, be prepared. He will try to act like he isn’t interested, yet hangs onto every word you say. If he sees you flirting with somebody, even Toga or Dabi, you better be ready to feel the man grab your arm and pull you away. He will threaten you by pressing his hand to your neck while whispering in your ear about how he wants you to play nice, but not too nice since he should be the only one who should be able to flirt with you.

Also would force you to mate with him if you’re unwilling. He will drag you into his room after a stressful, unsuccessful mission before shoving you down on his messy nest while threatening to use his quirk on you unless you mark him and make him yours. For him, it’s a way to control you as well as a way to comfort himself.

Pups? Oh you’re funny. That man is on suppressants and he refuses to help with your ruts. The most he will do is toss a shirt of his at you before telling you to fix it yourself. If he does go through a heat due to lack of suppressants, forgetfulness, or when he feels you trying to get distant with him, all of your attention better be on him. This is also maybe when he is the most vulnerable with you since he will be a whining mess. 

At times it can feel as if he is only using you, and he is, but he also sees you as his toy. Something similar to what a child would use to comfort them when they are stressed or afraid, something to play with when he is bored, and something that is his. He will manipulate you, use you, scare you and love you in his own sick way.

If you ever try to fight him??? My god. This omega can take a hit. Need I remind you that he took one of Bakugos’ blasts to the face and he hardly reacted to it? He fought All Might and wasn’t injured, and he even managed to take out Aizawas’ elbow. You may be an alpha, but fighting him is suicide. Luckily, he adores you so he might just spare his favorite pawn.

Mirio Togata

Mirio had always been an omega that broke boundaries. Ever since he was a child, he had exceeded expectations and had caught the attention of a wide variety of people which always seemed to benefit him in wonderful ways. Between his lively personality and the scent of sunflowers that radiated from him, he never failed to catch an eye. 

He had been getting courting requests since his first year, but he never had accepted any of them. He would claim that he had other goals that he wanted to reach before even considering courting, and even his Omega was content with his choices. That was until he had met you.

You were a transfer student that Sir Nighteye had decided would understudy with Mirio and Izuku. You had managed to impress him with your personality as well as your strengths and knowledge. Besides, he knew that you would play a special role after you had agreed to him using his quirk on you. 

You had met Mirio when he had appeared to work for the day. Nighteye had watched you introduce yourself with ease and smiled a little at how you had instantly hit it off with Mirio, affectionate omega instantly chatting a storm with the new alpha before Nighteye reminded you both that there was work that needed to be done.

After your first day, you instantly exchanged numbers with Mirio after he suggested that you both should get to know each other better. You agreed and quickly made plans to hang out after class the next day before parting ways to go home,

The next day, you ran to UA to meet up with Mirio after his classes. He was quick to greet you outside of the school and instantly put his arm around your waist. Even if he was an Omega that didn’t know you well, he didn’t hesitate to be affectionate since he didn’t see you as a threat. If Nighteye trusted you, then so did he. 

You both chatted as you walked to a nearby park and surprisingly, you were as affectionate with him as he was with you. It made his omega perk up when he felt your hand grab his, pulling him to the swings or when you slide your hand across his lower back to wrap around his waist when you both walked alongside the little pond, but he tried to keep himself from getting too hyper from the attention. 

You both walked and played in the park for a while, sharing stories about everything that crossed your minds. He learned about your dreams as, and you learned about his. He couldn’t help but admire the sparkle in your eyes as you talked about your dreams since your passion was on full display.

As the sun began to set, you suggested a small hole in the wall diner that was your favorite, which he promptly agreed to. He didn’t even realize how much time you both had spent together until a slight cool breeze went by, temperature lowering as the sun retreated for the day. 

You both shared some ramen at the cafe and enjoyed the company while holding hands and playfully kicking each other under the table. This became a weekly thing, going out to play at the playground before sharing some ramen together before parting ways only to send silly snapchats til one of you had to study or sleep.

This greatly improved your relationship as well as teamwork since you both now trusted each other and knew how your quirks worked. This caused new battle tactics as well as trust in the others quick thinking when something needed a quick answer. Nighteye was extremely pleased to see how you both had grown, instantly able to compare it to how he had once been with All Might.

After Izuku had joined the team, you three were inseparable during your patrols. Izuku naturally learned a lot while around you both, but everything came to a head when you three were stopped by Kai Chisaki and a little girl. Izuku naturally wanted to act, but your hand on his shoulder stopped him as you let Mirio do the talking. After you all let them go, you felt Mirios’ hand slip into yours on the way back. Even if he wouldn’t express it out loud, you knew he was worried that he made the wrong decision.

The next day you got a text asking if you would please come to his room. You had no idea why, but you quickly took notice of how his text seemed more distressed. You had run by the diner, got ramen to go, and ran to the dorms after hitting a convenience store. When you walked into the dorms, you quickly greeted Tamaki who was in the kitchen before rushing to Mirios’ door. You knocked before walking in only to notice that the man was chirping sadly in an unusually large nest. You frowned and sat the bag on the desk before taking off your shoes to join Mirio, spooning him and grabbing his hand in a small attempt to comfort the distressed man. 

He never nested unless something was stressing him, like a big test or big task from Nighteye, but this nest was nothing like those. Those nests were meticulous and neat, always fairly small since he just needed a bit of comfort. This seemed like he threw it together in a hurry. Clothes from his closet were tossed messily over tons of blankets. Pillows were thrown everywhere, and he refused to let go of the large elephant you had won him at the local fair.

You mumbled little things in his ear in hopes that it would comfort him while keeping his body as close to yours as possible. You had noticed how his scent had shifted into one that rivaled the smell of a skunk, yet all Mirio could smell was your scent since your body had gone into overdrive to create a comforting hormone. After about 5 minutes, the blond had rolled over and hugged your waist, shoving his nose into your scent gland since it seemed to calm his chirping omega.

He soon spilled about Eri and what Overhaul had been doing to the poor girl. You felt your heart sink as you processed the information, but your attention turned to the omega clinging to you, chirping and venting about how he felt like this was his fault. You quickly pushed him back into your neck to get him to calm back down before explaining that this wasn’t his fault. All that you both could do now was try to help the others in any way you could, but calming himself down was the priority. He nodded and you felt how his fingers clutched your shirt as if you would disappear, and your Alpha whined at how upset the other was. 

When Mirio had finally calmed down, you carefully sat him up and kissed his tears away before carefully pulling him to the edge of the nest. “Mirio, darling, Can you go shower for me? You always feel better after a shower. While you do that, I’ll scent some clothes of yours really well so you can rest comfortably. I brought you ramen and snacks too, so when you come out we can snuggle and maybe watch a comedy show?” You knew him so well that it almost made him tear up again. Instead of replying, he carefully cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips. He wasn’t surprised when he felt you kiss back, but the smile you had on your face after made his heart flutter a bit. You chuckled and kissed his head. “Come on, Omega. We need to get you happy so we can be at our best to help.” He crooned when you called him Omega and nodded, slowly getting out of the messy nest to do as you asked.

When he had come out of the shower, he was met with a neatly folded pile of clothes on the bathroom sink. He put them on and smiled at how they smelled like you before walking out to see you had logged into your Netflix so he could pick what you watched before finding you sitting at his desk with two bowls of noodles and a big grin. “You feelin’ better?” He nodded and looked over at the nest before sighing. “Gosh...I guess I got carried away.” “You were distraught, baby. You needed comfort and did what you needed to.” 

He ended up abandoning you and the food to tidy up the messy nest since it was bugging him a bit. You watched happily as he tucked things in, draped blankets over, and asked you to scent certain items before placing it where he wanted. When he finished, he plopped down and made grabby hands for the noodles. You only chuckled when he gave puppy dog eyes before moving to hand him the bowl while sitting beside him, an added bonus of a kiss on the cheek which only made the man blush a bit. 

Somewhere along the way, your Alpha and his Omega had decided to claim each other, yet neither of you had noticed until that day. How you took care of him and knew exactly what would help. How you climbed into his nest like he had let you time and time again, and how those kisses were different from the ones from before. His kiss on your lips seemed to make you both finally realize what had been decided for you long ago. He was yours, and you were his. 

It never was clarified out loud since you both just knew. After you ate, he snuggled under your arm as you both watched the stand up show, chuckling at the jokes while you played with his hair. Occasionally, he would look up at you only to be met with a kiss on the head or a sweet grin in return. If you weren’t looking back at him, he would kiss your jaw to get your attention, and when you did look at him, he would steal a quick kiss. One would lead to two, two would lead to five. Eventually, you both abandoned the show to share sweet kisses. Mirio would occasionally mumble a corny joke against your lips only to get you to laugh before stealing another kiss.

Sure, he never planned on finding a mate so soon, but he was sure glad he found you.

Eijiro Kirishima 

(I’m shocked by the lack of Omega Kiri tbh)

Oh boy was Kirishima shy about the fact that he was an Omega. In his world, the one where being manly was admirable, he was shy about being an Omega male as they were often seen as shameful by many. God knows how many time he had heard the term “Puppypooper” when referring to omega males. It was just so...humiliating to him.

When he decided to intern under fatgum, he had no idea that he would be working alongside Tamaki as well as you. He quickly introduced himself and found out that you were an alpha from a different school, but Fatgum had scouted you out. He was a little intimidated, but found himself adoring you in a matter of minutes. You were clearly attentive and frequently reminded Kiri not to overdo it with his quirk since he could be destructive towards himself.

You both instantly clicked and during your breaks at the Fatgum agency, would frequently share food, or spar outside. Tamaki was often too shy to accept your offers, but you always reminded him that he could join at any time. One day while sparring, you caught Kirishima off guard and pinned him on the ground, chuckling as you pointed out his error and how you were able to exploit it. He choked back a chirp from his omega, but you could tell something was up. Instead of making him fight to break free, you helped him up and ruffled his red hair, noticing how his roots were starting to turn black once again. “Hey Kiri, you should let me dye your hair for you sometime. You usually do good at it, but last time you missed a spot in the back. Is that why you wore your headband for a bit?” 

The omega huffed a little when you read him like a book before nodding. Even if it made him insecure, his omega perked up after he noticed your attentiveness to him. “Yeah...Bakugo really isn’t the best at helping dye hair. He sorta missed a couple of spots and I knew that he would be upset with himself for missing them.” You grinned and moved closer. “My mom used to dye my hair tons of crazy colors when I was younger. I bet I could dye yours and trim it too?” His omega purred at the idea of your hands in his hair, but he kept it suppressed. “Seriously? You’d do that for me?” You instantly nodded. “Of course! I need my manly man to look as confident as ever, and you tend to get bashful when your roots start to show.” You teased a little which made him whine before swatting at your hand that played with a section of a spike. “Well...If you’d do that for me, how about tomorrow since we don’t have class? You can do it in my dorm room so we don’t have people freaking out over you..” he scratched at the back of his neck and huffed, knowing that Mina, Sero, and Denki would surely try to embarrass him. “Sure. That sounds good to me! Will about 3 work? So I have enough time to get some supplies gathered up?” He grinned a bit and nodded.

The next day, Kirishima had cleaned up his room and made sure it looked nice. Putting the punching bag in the corner of his room, putting away books and papers he had thrown everywhere, and cleaning up his bed that held the smallest of nests possible. He really didn’t want to seem like a messy omega, hell even an omega at all. He huffed softly before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, a message that you were here.

He quickly ran down to meet up with you, noticing how you carried multiple bags. “I didn’t expect this much.” You shrugged as he moved to take two of the bags. “Well I made some bento boxes for us cause I assumed you would like a snack sometime during the haircut.” He bit the inside of his cheek gently before nodding. “That would be amazing.”

When you got inside, he managed to sneak you away from everybody with ease. He didn’t start pulling you until he heard a familiar alpha lecturing Izuku down the hall. That’s when he decided to make a run for it with you. Once you were both in his room, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Well that was an adventure!” he moved to sit the bags on his desk before sighing. “Iida would die if he found out an omega snuck an alpha into his room.” He replied before realizing what he said. “Shit-” He looked down and sighed before turning back to you. “You...do know I’m an omega, right?” “Of course I do Eiji. Fatgum lectured me on not scaring the omegas before you and Tama walked in.” He blushed a little hearing that before sighing. “I wish people wouldn’t underestimate me cause I’m an omega. Like seriously, just because you’re an alpha doesn’t mean that I’d be afraid of you.” His shoulders slouched and you could tell he was feeling down. 

You slowly walked over and hugged him from behind. “Kiri,” Your voice made his omega stand at attention, looking forward to any word you said. “You are one manly omega. I mean that in the best ways too, like remember when you made your debut? You went unbreakable and saved a whole bunch of people? That was cool as hell.” He couldn’t help but purr as you spoke, leaning back in your embrace before sighing. “But I’m still an omega-” “And I’m just an alpha. Just cause you’re an omega doesn’t mean anything.” You took his hand before turning him around, cupping his cheeks in your hands so he looked at you. “You are seriously one of the most badass heroes I’ve ever seen. I think you may even be cooler than Crimson riot.” His eyes widened, his cheeks flushed and he looked away. “Oh hush. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He pulled away before you took his hand. “Well, is it?” He stopped for a moment and thought about it. You, an alpha, thought he could be cooler than Crimson Riot. He started to smile before sighing. “Yeah...It is.” You just smiled and moved to hug him. “Good. Now let me wash your hair. God knows how much shit you put in it.”

Next thing he knew, his head was leaned back into his bathroom sink as your fingers massaged his scalp. He didn’t hold back his loud, content, purrs as your fingers untangled the knots and washed out the gel he used. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you might’ve spent a while just playing with the omegas hair to enjoy his purrs that made your Alpha howl in joy. After you finished washing his hair, you continued to play with his hair while cutting it before you bleached any missed spots. Then you moved to the roots, explaining to him that they will bleach quickly due to the scalp being warm, and that you never start with the scalp. By the time you were finished, his roots were unnoticeable and his hair was cut the length he loved it to be.

His omega crooned at how well he looked and instantly wanted to attack the alpha with affection, but Kiri just smiled and moved to hug you softly. “Thanks for helping. I feel a lot better with this fixed. You hugged him back, which made him purr one more time before snuggling against your neck to scent you. You hadn’t noticed it before, but maybe that was just because Kirishimas’ scent was so natural. It was refreshing, like outdoors after it rained. The kind of smell that you can't help but relax around and take one more deep breath. He noticed how you instantly returned back the affection and scented him as well. He blushed dark and pulled away to quickly move to grab the food. “H-Hey we forgot about these!” He said rather loudly which made you chuckle a bit. “Well I guess we better eat them then.” 

He noticed how his box had been full of steak, cooked just how he liked it, and some amazing fried rice. After he had swallowed some of the steak, his omega purred once more. It made him bashful knowing that his Omega was being so loud, but you didn’t seem to mind. He continued to eat, occasionally glancing over at you to see you happily eating too. “Um...I have a question?” He started as he looked down at the box. “W-Would you ever be open to courting?” He asked without thinking it through. When he looked up, your eyes were wide and your cheeks were pink.

 His omega started to panic and a small whimper came from him which made you jump. “H-Hey wait I just was caught off guard please don’t be sad.” He huffed and pushed you away when you tried to hug him. “Don’t. I’m not some weak omega who needs to be comforted by an alpha.” He said sharply, more to himself than to you. Yet when he looked back at you and saw the hurt in your eyes, he felt guilty. “I...I wasn’t trying to belittle you. I just thought you took my shock as a bad thing and wanted to hug you..” You spoke before looking down at your hands. “A-and I guess I kinda...Got my hopes up.” You chuckled and moved to play with your hair. “I thought you were scenting me and...I kinda was hopeful, but when you asked that I kinda just...Shut down for a sec.” 

He felt his omega whine again, clawing at his chest to try to get him to comfort you, but he didn’t move. “I’m...so sorry.” he said softly as you shook your head. “No! No, No. Don’t be sorry Kiri, I was being stupid and I shouldn’t have acted-” “I like you. A lot. I have ever since you helped me out after my debut. You have no idea how much I wanted to just drown in your scent when you hugged me that day.” He spoke quickly and moved closer. “I know I’m just an omega, and I have no idea on what to do for courting, but I really just...Fuck I want you.” He moved to grab your hands softly. “Alpha, I want you to be mine.” 

 It took you a moment to process what he said, and his Omega was whimpering loudly and clawing at his chest for an answer. He got it when you slowly started to move, taking his wrist before moving to rub it against your neck. He was confused as to why his omega was howling with joy until it finally hit him. You were rubbing his scent on your neck with the gland on his wrist, a small smile on your face as you could smell his scent getting stronger. He smiled bright and almost pounced on you, rubbing his scent gland against yours properly while hugging you tight. You laughed and moved to rub his hips, a weak spot of his that caused him to melt and purr against your neck, nose snuggling closer to inhale more of your scent. He became putty in your arms, omega purring loudly once again at the acceptance. He sighed softly before moving to pull away from your neck to pepper your jaw with soft kisses, sharp teeth grazing a spot or two that made you gasp. He just chuckled before moving to kiss your lips, hesitant and inexperienced, but obviously happy. When he pulled away, he pecked your nose again before getting off of you. “I love you, Alpha.” He said as you sat up, fixing your hair that Eijiro had his hands buried in moments before. “I love you too, my manly omega.” You moved to sit beside him before kissing a spot on his shoulder, him instantly weakening before moving to steal another kiss from you. 

After you had finally convinced the omega to eat the rest of the food instead of giving kisses, he happily laid his head in your lap while you played with his hair. “Hey omega?” He simply hummed, not even bothering to open his eyes. “Don't listen to them anymore, alright? Omegas can be stronger than any Alpha and you are the living proof of that.” 

Cue his cheeks getting red once more before he moved to steal another kiss from you, so happy that he could say you were right, and he was yours.

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Demons in My Head

Klaus x female friend (platonic)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.6K

𝗮/𝗻: This is an AU where Reginald puts all the kids into a private school. This isn’t a fic where Klaus is striaght or bi, this is a friend fic. Klaus and the reader are best friends. The reader doesn’t have powers but the whole school knows the Hargreeves have powers and the reader has even more knowledge on the subject as she is close to Klaus.

Klaus Hargreeves was a special boy. As much as he would argue, being seventeen did not make him a man. He had a short attention-span, easily distracted, often talked to himself, never shut up, could not stop moving, always had to be doing something interesting, and most people just couldn’t handle him.

I was probably the only that could. I was patient. Amazingly so. ‘A saint’ the people at school called me. Then it kind of stuck and became a nickname of sorts. I also happened to be Klaus’ friend. Singular. Not plural. Like I said, no one else could really handle him.

The Hargreeves had come to our school at the beginning of high school. Their father, Reginald Hargreeves, didn’t think it would be best for them. Nor did he think them and their powers would be accepted in a private school. He was partially correct.

Luther fit right in with the other jocks, Diego mostly kept to himself. But even he had his own little group. Allison fit right in and got popular surprisingly quick, Vanya completely kept to herself. Even in a group of people without powers she still seemed to feel out of place.

Then there was Klaus. Klaus was very social… People just weren’t very social back. They couldn’t deal with his… energy most of the time. Except for me. We had met freshman year and Klaus definitely kept things exciting. But even with all the Hargreeves kids mostly finding their niche, not everybody was so open to their powers at school. The faculty, some of the more closed off students. But the kids were okay with it as long as they had people who were ok with them. And Klaus had me.

Currently, he had me not blowing up at him for throwing wads of paper in my hair for sport. We were in the middle of Economics and Klaus was obviously extremely bored. It had started about seventeen minutes ago and barley let up. It was a marvel he hadn’t been caught yet.

One paper ball thrown on my head.

I had flinched when he first started. Even jumped the first time. I hadn’t really expected it but with Klaus, I could never really expect anything.

Another paper ball thrown on my head.

Klaus not only had to make sure our teacher didn’t see him throwing wads of paper in my hair, but he had to avoid his siblings finding out. Both Allison and Diego were also in the class. It was even more surprising as Allison was sitting right next to me.

A third paper ball thrown on my head.

“Klaus,” a voice hissed, effectively stopping him for the time being. My lips twitched down. I look to the side where the voice came from, trying not to laugh as crumpled up paper fell off my hair and onto the floor. Klaus wasn’t so lucky. He was giggling like a mad man. Allison glares at us.

Our teacher looks up from her book and we freeze. Then a moment later, she looks back down from her book. We also just so happened to be in the middle of a test. Allison looked between the teacher and us.

“Klaus, stop ripping up your test and throwing it at the poor girl. Do your work and stop bothering her,” she snapped. She shook her head as she looked back down to her test. Once Allison was back and engrossed with her work, I spun around in my desk and faced Klaus who sat right behind me. Paper had flown everywhere.

“I dare you to keep doing it. Don’t stop,” I egg on with a smirk on my face and a plan in my mind. A Cheshire Cat like smile lights up his face.

“Ohoho. I will take that dare, my friend, and increase it a-tenfold.” He crosses his arms and leans back, waiting for me to turn towards the front once more. My smirk broadens and I turn back around to continue my test.

It didn’t take long for Klaus to once again start throwing paper balls at my head. The only sound in the room really was the scribbling of pencils, students breathing, and Klaus slowly ripping the paper from his test and crumpling it up to throw at me.

One paper ball is thrown on my head.

The old pile had all fallen out once I began to move about. But Klaus was working his way up to building it again. I counted the seconds. This was going to be perfect. Oh how my dear friend would never see it coming.

Another paper ball is thrown on my head.

At this point, I was completely consumed by my plan. My test was forgotten, as was Klaus’ so I guess we were failing together. I grip the edge of my desk. It was coming. Klaus would surely know I planned this. Sure, he would be as pissed as he could be. Meaning that anger would shoot out in a burst and then it would be gone. He would be fine, we would be fine. But for this moment, I was sure to enjoy my act of revenge.

And a third ball of paper was thrown on my head.

Just as the teacher looked up from her book. I smirk. I turn back in my desk, the papers falling out of my hair. Klaus’ face was white as a ghost. His eyes flickered down to mine and he glared. I bit my tongue, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Klaus Hargreeves!” The teacher yelled, effectively gaining the room's attention. Klaus looked around and smiled, wiggling his fingers. Of course he would be enjoying the attention right now.

“Yes, Mrs?” Klaus asked with faux confusion. He had his charming face on right now. Oh… how many troubling situations we’ve gotten out of with that face. Luckily I added my own aspect to our partnership that I could use against him. Tears instantly appeared at my water line and Klaus’ look faltered. He knew.

“Are you ok, darling?” The teacher asked softly. I let a few tears flow down my cheeks and I whipped to face the teacher. A sob racked through my chest.

“Thank you for stopping him! He’s been tormenting me all class! All I wanted to do was focus and get a good grade on this test!” I say through my cries. Our teachers brows furrow deeply in sympathy. I exaggerate my tears and bury my face in my hands. I peak through my fingers just in time to see the teacher snap her gaze up and glare at Klaus. I couldn’t help but smirk. Luckily my mouth was hidden behind my hands.

“Mr. Hargreeves! Detention after school!” She yells before storming back to her desk at the front of class to retrieve a detention slip. Most of the class is snickering behind their hands. Klaus leans forward on his desk.

“You play dirty,” he whispers in my ear. His breath hits deep in my ear and I scowl. I swat his face away.

“Do we do it any other way?” I ask innocently, peering over my shoulder to look at him. ‘Betrayer’ he mouths. I giggle and face forward. I watch with satisfaction as our teacher hands him the slip.

After school I wait patiently outside of our Economics classroom. After detention ended I was ready and leaning against the wall outside the classroom with a few waffles and coco in my hand ready to give Klaus. Aka, the BEST way to gain his forgiveness. The door opened and a couple of students filed out. I looked at each of their faces as they passed. When Klaus wasn’t one of the few, I frowned deeply and walked into the classroom. I looked through the class and our teacher was the only one residing in the room.

“Mrs,” I say to gain her attention. She looks up front the work she was grading and smiles at me.

“What can I help you with?” She asks.

“Um… do you know if Klaus Hargreeves came to detention today?” I ask. Her smile instantly turns into a scowl.

“He didn’t attend,” she says lowly. I nod.

“Well, thank you, ma’am,” I say with a few more awkward nods before I turn around and make my way out of the room.

“If you see him, please inform him he has double detention tomorrow!” She yells after me. I can’t help but chuckle, walking at a quicker pace out of there.

I walk through the hall when I realize I may know where he is. If he’s there… I swear, I will throw this coco on his face. I storm out of the school and onto the football field. Right under the bleachers stood the stoners. Smoking joints and chugging alcohol. My eyes quickly spotted Klaus and my hand squeezed around the cup, denting it a bit.

“Klaus. Hargreeves!” I shout in a bubbling pot of rage. I smash the cup of coco and bag of waffles on the ground. He swore he wouldn’t give into this. His head snaps up to meet my figure heading towards him.

“Oh shit,” he shouts. He twists his foot on the ground and heads over to me. “Saint! Now what’re you doing here?” He asks, trying to sound genuinely curious.

“What’re you doing?” I ask, even though he reeks of marijuana. I grab his face and force his eyes wide open. “Are you high?!” I ask. We both knew the answer. Let’s see if he had the lady balls to not lie to me.

“As a kite.” He nods in my hold before pushing my hands off and stumbling forward. I sigh and follow him. Of course I was going to follow him.

“God, why are you doing this?” I ask, desperate for a real answer this time.

“Because it helps,” he shrugs loosely. My brows furrow and I catch up with his long strides. I try to keep up with him, even though he seemed to be stumbling in circles. I brush my hand across his shoulder.

“Helps? Helps with what?” I continue, speaking with disbelief even though I hoped we were actually getting somewhere this time. Klaus stops and faces me.

“It actually helps a lot going on in here,” he grumbles, shaking his hands up and down his frame. He doesn’t make a move to start walking again. His back was slouched and his lips were out in a pout. It was clear he felt I was scolding him… I was just worried.

I carefully take a step forward. I had a suspicion about what was causing Klaus to act out recently. I hadn’t wanted to say it or bring it up. But I think I needed to if we were going to get to the bigger issue here.

“Is this about Ben?” I wonder, my voice as quiet as a whisper. Klaus’ eyes fall to the side of me and towards the sky as he laughs lightly, not risking the chance to meet my eye and I take this as a sign I might actually be getting somewhere with this chaotic boy. He had a tendency to laugh the serious things of life off his shoulders. I slowly grab both of his hands. “Look. I know what happened to Ben was tragic. So tragic. But he wouldn’t want to see you throwing your life away just because his got taken,” I try and express to him. Klaus starts laughing again. Could I have been wrong. He swats his hand at me.

“Ben actually gets to watch me throw my life away and is completely fine with it,” Klaus states. He looks off to his left before he hisses a “Shhhh.” At the empty space next to him. My eyes go wide.

“Wait. Do you mean..?” I ask hesitantly. If he did what I think he did… Klaus spins lightly in a circle before facing me and nods.

“That good ole Benny-Boo is here? Yup!” Klaus grins, sending a wink to what seemingly looks like empty space.

“So you.”

“Yuh-huh,” he confirms. I hold my hands out. I wave my arms and smack the air around me. Just in case. I step back and spin slowly in a circle. When I stop, I look up to see Klaus mirroring my actions, but an eyebrow raised in question.

“Wow,” I say simply. He smiles. He saunters closer to me.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” He asks, sounding smug. I immediately scoff at this. As. If.

“That a ghost is hanging around me and I can’t see where? What's uncomfortable about that?” I cross my arms with a shrug. Klaus slaps his hands on my shoulder and pouts.

“Well he’s stuck here so I guess we’ll both have to get used to it,” he says before stepping around me and walking along the field. I start moving with him.

“Ok… so if it’s not Ben, then what does all this nonsense help with,” I ask, throwing my arm in the direction of the stoners still smoking behind the bleachers. Klaus puts his hands in the shape of finger guns and knocks them against his temples.

“They help with the demons in my head,” he mumbles. My face drops.

“You mean the ghosts?” I lean in, talking quietly to him.

“Yup!” He shouts and I step back. I couldn’t believe they were bothering him again. He had gotten such a handle on it recently! I really didn’t want to see him retreat back to how it was before. I grab his hand softly and slowly turn his body in a new direction; making sure his intoxicated self wouldn’t be able to tell. If he was losing control, I would help him gain it.

“You’re letting them overpower you again… you can’t give them that control, Klaus,” I tell him. He became a mess if the ghosts got too powerful. Klaus uses his free hand to shrug.

“That’s what all this ‘nonsense’ helps with,” Klaus points out. I squeeze my eyes tightly. I didn’t like being this hard on him… but he couldn’t constantly do drugs and drink for his entire life. He had to get a handle on this.

“Well you can’t keep doing this,” I say. He blows a raspberry.

“Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?” He asks in a high pitched voice.

“Well to be frank… I’m all ya got.” I laugh lightly. Klaus laughs hysterically before he stops abruptly. He furrows his brows.

“That’s...thats…” he slurs. I look at him deeply. I couldn’t tell if the red eyes were from the drinking or the drugs. But the slur in his voice and the slouch in his form would explain it.

“So you’re drunk too?! That’s just great,” I deadpan.

“Well,” Klaus starts when he tenses up. “Hey! Where are we going?” He asks me, whipping his head side-to-side to look at his surroundings. We had been walking down many different streets in a short amount of time. I wince. He wasn’t going to like this.

“Cemetery. I’m going to help you,” I state. Klaus immediately tries to skid to a stop, his breath hitching. His body was tense and his hand tightened around my own.

“Wait—what? Nonono. I am NOT going back there,” he shouts. He tries to tug on my hand, hoping to force me back away from our destination. I clench my jaw, using strength to pull him along.

“If you want to get a hold on this, you’ll have to. And if you want to keep me in your life, you will,” I say, my voice coming out strained. Klaus was surprisingly strong.

“And—and who says I want to keep you in my life?” He stutters, his own voice sounding tight. So he was having trouble tries to keep me back. Good to know I wasn’t as weak as I felt.

“Well if everyone’s right about how you feel about me…” I trail off quietly. Suddenly all tension in Klaus’ body flies away and he springs forward, matching my step.

“Ha ha ha. Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I swing for the other team, my friend,” Klaus informs me. My face twists. Did he think? Ew! No way in any timeline would I— ugh. No. That is just— no.

“God, Klaus! I do not have feelings for you! Believe me, gay is not my type. I prefer guys who would prefer me too,” I state, pulling him a little quicker. I look up as Klaus’ face drops. He pouts and slouches his shoulders forward, looking at the ground moving in front of us.

“Well… well then what did that comment mean?” He asked, almost sounding as if he were sulking. I squint up at him.

“Are you..?” No… this would be way too funny. “Are you actually disappointed I don’t have feelings for you?” I ask with amusement. Klaus shrugs and trudges along with me.

“Well it would make things more interesting, that’s for sure.” His pout deepens. I laugh loudly and by the time I finish, Klaus is looking at me with the utmost offended look I had ever seen by the drama queen.

“Then I’m sorry to burst YOUR bubble,” I tease, knocking my shoulder against his. Klaus goes from a deep pout to a wide and joyous smile.

“That’s alright!” He shouts. He keeps his hand in my own but moves the same arm to rest over my shoulders. My arm was uncomfortably rested across my chest, but I would survive. “You’re still my best friend!” He exclaims. I smile softly and rest my head on his shoulder.

“And if you wish to keep me as such, you’ll try and do this… THAT'S what the comment meant,” I explain softly. After a minute or two, Klaus sighs deeply and turns his head to face the side of mine as I look forward to the street we’re turning to next.

“Only for you,” he murmurs through clenched teeth. I laugh and nod. Because we both knew we would do anything, accept any dare, and risk our lives if the other asked.

Klaus and I now stand still at the entrance to the cemetery.

“So what are we doing?” Klaus asks quietly. I inhale and exhale deeply. I brush my thumb over his hand, hoping it’ll keep him calm.

“We’re just going to take a walk. I’m not going to leave you alone, or trap you anywhere, or keep you here if it gets too much. I just want to take a walk. When they start yelling, I want you to demand obedience from them. You hold the power here. They listen to you,” I express. Klaus takes a moment before he nods. I take a step forward and wait for him to follow. He eventually does and we begin walking.

I watch him carefully as we pass the graves. He seemed to be alright at first. His face was calm. He kept his eyes closed, though. The deeper we walked in, the more worried I got. Klaus suddenly winces and I stop us.

“Klaus… show those ghosts who’s the boss,” I whisper. Klaus’ face slowly begins to relax.

“Yeah. Back off!” Klaus whispers back. I smile and move us forward again.

I keep watching him carefully. He quickly frowns again and he quickly begins to whimper.

“Klaus, you are in charge here. They are meant to listen to you. Not the other way around,” I say. Klaus tightens his grip on my hand.

“Stop. All of you stop it! Just, shut. Up,” he grounds out.

“Wahoo! Yes! You show them who’s got the real power here!” I cheer him on. When he makes no move to react, I frown. “Am I distracting you? I’m probably distracting you. I’ll be quiet,” I mumble. His body continued to tense up and he was beginning to have a hard time waking forward. I wanted to whisper, or call out of him. I wanted to gain his attention… but I knew he needed to focus.

“No. No, no, no. Stop it. Be quiet. Please, just—“ Klaus staggered forward falling onto the ground.

“Klaus? Klaus!” I yell, dropping to the ground next to him. Klaus is quick to curl into himself. He was whimpering and crying and shaking like mad. I tug him close to me and I begin to rock.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I thought this would help. I thought you could get a grip on your power if you just had the right support,” I whisper in his ear. “Can you stand? I’ll get you out. I just need your help,” I add. He nods curtly.

I lightly push him off of me and I stand. I lean forward and grab his arms, both of us working together to get him standing. I drag his arms around each of my shoulders and I hurry us out of there.

As we get out of the cemetery, we both fall onto the ground. I take most of the force, Klaus safely keeping from more harm on my back. He groans, rolling off of me. I turn my head to look at him, my eyes filled with sorrow, regret, and shame. I only hoped he could see it. He looked back at me, looking exhausted, tortured, and haunted.

“You tried,” he says breathlessly. “It will take time,” he adds. My eyes widen comically.

“You want to do this again?!” I whisper harshly. He shrugs as well as he can and gives me a small smile.

“I said I’d try, for you. I had a handle on it for a minute… maybe next time I can last a little longer.” He smiles hopefully. I close my eyes and grab his hand.

“Do you think it would be wrong to nap outside of a cemetery?” I mumble. Klaus chuckles.

“Don't think so. May be a bit biased tho.” We both laugh quietly for a few moments before we pick each other up and head back to the academy.

[probably-writing-x]

Noticed absence.

Guzmán x Reader

Request by anon: Hi! Can I request a Guzmàn x reader where readers been pursuing Guzman for quite some time (years or months is okay) and Guzmàn is either clueless or just scared, depends on you. So reader becomes tired of it and just kinda gives up and some time later a guy starts noticing her and stuff haha basically "jealous Guzmàn".

Gif is not my own

Requests are closed🤍

Flirting was never something that anyone could be excessively good at in your opinion. You either flirted a lot but never dated anybody. Or you flirted minimally because you were in a relationship. Or maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better since you’d never been a good flirter in any way. You’d realised that after almost a year of trying to flirt with Guzmán and never getting anywhere. Maybe he just didn’t see you in that way. That’s what you’d assumed recently.

“Morning guys,” You smile as you walk into the classroom where Carla, Lu, Ander, Polo and Guzmán all sat.

“Good morning, you’re looking cute today honey,” Lu comments as you take your seat beside Guzmán, “Any reason why?”

All of the others knew your intentions of flirting with Guzmán but they’d never said anything to him - thankfully.

“Of course not,” You roll your eyes, adjusting your top to make the discomfort alleviate slightly.

“Doesn’t she look nice Guzmán?” Carla cocks a brow as Polo holds an arm around her.

Guzmán frowns a little and glances at you, “She always looks nice.”

You watch as Ander fights back a smile and looks down at his hands.

“Can we talk about something else?” You question, “Arent the new kids starting today?”

“Oh fucking brilliant,” Guzmán groans, flopping back in his chair.

“Come on, they can’t be that bad,” Lu rolls her eyes, “No worse than the last scholarship kids.”

Ander scoffs and goes to respond as three new kids all file through the door. One boy walked last in line and he instantly seemed the most interesting. The first boy was evidently loud, extroverted, bold. The girl likely to try her best to get top of the class at any opportunity. But you couldn’t quite figure out the boy at the back of the line. He was handsome, but it was like he didn’t really know it.

Carla looks at you with a smirk, “Not so bad.”

- - - - - -

“Are you coming to the pool (Y/n)?” Guzmán asks as the lesson finishes and you all pack away your things.

“Yeah, of course,” You nod as he waits for you and the two of you start walking towards your lockers.

Near enough every day of the week, you went with Guzmán to the pool whilst he was swim training. He’d once told you that he got really bored when he was there on his own and so you’d offered to go with him. Now, you found yourself there all the time with him just as a continued offer. Sometimes you swam with him and other times you sat poolside.

“So, thoughts on the new people?” You ask him as he grabs his gym bag and you get yours.

He laughs, “You’re asking the wrong person.”

“They don’t seem that bad,” You defend, “I know you’re just waiting for them to be like Pablo, but not all of the scholarship students are the same.”

He looks at you with a smirk, “You know me too well. But can we please talk about anything other than the new kids?”

“Okayyyyy...” You pause, “What do you want to talk about?”

He laughs and starts chatting away and asking for your advice on what to wear to the party tomorrow night. He gave you his options and asked if he could FaceTime you later so you could see them properly. And you try to stop yourself from thinking too much into it. He genuinely just saw you as a friend.

- - - - - -

“(Y/n) not here this morning?” Guzmán frowns, “She didn’t say she wasn’t coming in.”

“No, she’s speaking to that new boy Samuel,” Lu nods her head over to where you were speaking to him.

“Something going on with them?” Guzmán asks as he sits down in his chair and hangs his arm over the back of your chair like he normally would if you were there.

“They’re just talking, Guzmán,” Ander laughs, “He seems okay.”

Guzmán glances over and watches the conversation unfold. He wasn’t sure why he felt a little protective. Maybe it was just a friendly thing. But he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you as you laugh at something the boys said, say your goodbyes and turn back to come and sit with the group.

“What was that about?” Guzmán asks as you sit down beside him.

“He’s just asked me to help him out with a few bits from maths because we’re in the same class,” You shrug, “I said I’d help him out next period.”

“What about swimming?”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind... it’s only for today,” You assure him, “I can cancel if you want me to.”

“No, no, that’s fine,” Guzmán shakes his head, “I can’t really complain if you’re helping someone out.”

He laughs it off but he’s not sure why it annoys him. Why did he feel any different about you not wanting to sit by a pool with him?

And why did he keep looking at Samuel?

- - - - - -

“We need a good night tonight, right?” Carla shakes her head as Polo comes up and slides an arm around her, “I’m already fed up of this school year!”

You laugh and thank the bartender as he hands you the bottle of champagne. Everyone was here tonight from your regular group and it was always a good chance for you all to celebrate nothing in particular.

“Here you go Guzmán,” You smile as you hand him his whiskey on the rocks.

He grins and thanks you as he takes the glass, “Well, cheers everybody!”

“Ooh, wait, there’s one person missing!” You comment quickly, hurrying over as you see Samuel just walking through the door.

You’d invited him after it had been made very apparent that he didn’t have many friends around school. It wasn’t much more than that, you were just trying to be nice really.

“She invited the new kid?” Guzmán mutters to Lu who simply shrugs her shoulders.

“Didn’t she tell you?” Lu frowns, “She mentioned it to me earlier.”

Guzmán watches as the boy walks over with you, looking awfully uncomfortable in the new scene.

“Can I get you a drink Samuel?” Polo suggests.

“I don’t think they sell cheap beer here,” Guzmán mutters, loud enough for you all to hear, as he takes a swig of his drink.

“Here, I’ll get you a drink Samu, lets go to the bar,” You encourage, trying to make him feel as welcome as possible as you guide him over to the bar.

You don’t really know what to say about Guzmán. Maybe he’d just acted so coldly because he felt cautious of the new kids. But there was something about the way he’d looked at you as you walked over that made you think it was something other than that. There was something about how his knuckles were turning white against his glass that made you realise there was something more going on than simply just an annoyance about Samuel being new. No, you couldn’t start thinking like that. You’d spent months analysing things like that and it had never resorted to anything. Nothing would change now.

- - - - - -

“Oh shut up it’s not that deep,” You roll your eyes as you turn around in your chair to respond to something that Ander had said.

“You seem to be spending an awful lot of time with him for my liking,” Ander jokes, “I’m just saying.”

“He’s new! He doesn’t know many people, and we just happen to have classes together!” You defend.

“Then why are you getting so defensive about it?”

“Because I think you and I both know nothing would happen between me and anyone else whilst I still-“ You cut yourself off as Guzmán walks into the room.

“Whilst you still what, (Y/n)?” Ander winds you up, “Continue, please.”

“Good morning Guzmán,” You smile as he sits down.

“Morning, here’s your homework back. Thanks for letting me copy,” He comments as he hands you back the slightly crumpled page.

“Oh yeah, that’s okay. Samuel basically did half of it for me anyway,” You laugh a little, smiling to him politely as Samuel walks in.

“Samuel?” Guzmán cocks a brow, “I had no idea you two were so close.”

“What?” You scoff, “What gave you that idea?”

Guzmán eyes you for a few seconds, “Nothing, it’s fine. Do you fancy a FaceTime tonight to go through the stuff for the test tomorrow?”

“Umm, yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ear, “Can I let you know about that one?”

He pauses like he’s shocked you’d even questioned his offer, “Okay...”

“Okay,” You smile.

- - - - - -

You‘ve just left first period when Samuel catches up with you outside. He’s nervous as he speaks and you can instantly tell what’s about to be said. It breaks your heart a little to have to outwardly reject someone.

“What are you talking about?” Lu snaps into Guzman’s sentence, “You think (Y/n) likes Samuel?”

“Are you kidding me? They’re spending every day together!” Guzmán defends, glancing around the group like he’s waiting for any of them that will agree with him.

“Guzmán, you’re an idiot!” Ander rolls his eyes, “Are you seriously that blind to it?”

“Blind to what?! He’s obviously got some sort of intention with her and it’s weird-“

“Okay, honey, I don’t think you’re an idiot, but you need to wake up and smell the coffee when it’s right under your nose,” Carla joins in, “You seriously think she likes him?”

“I don’t see how you guys don’t see it...”

“Guzmán she likes you,” Ander hits him on the arm, “And she’s spent so long trying to get you to see that, she’s just fed up by now!”

“What are you talking about?” Guzmán scoffs, “(Y/n) doesn’t like me, she just sees me as a good friend.”

“Spending every day with you at the pool, calling you basically every other night, always blushing when you compliment her, listening to and remembering everything you tell her...” Polo trails off, “Do you want me to continue?”

“And you all knew this?” Guzmán glances around at the waiting group.

“Yes!” They all chant in unison.

The boy of focus practically stumbles back a little at the revelation as his eyes turn toward you and watch as you evidently decline whatever Samuel had suggested to you. You turn and see him looking over, to which you offer him a bright smile and make your way towards the group.

“Holy shit,” Guzmán mutters under his breath as you approach.

He’d liked you this whole time and only now just found out that you liked him too?! What an idiot!

“Ready to go to the pool?” You offer, smiling to the rest of the group, to see them all staring back at you, “What? Why’s everyone looking at me?”

[miastideclock]

The One Where The Dogs Gets Away (Bang Chan)

broooo, so I love this friends thing, but why not start off in smaller sections? Like maybe you could rewrite the part where Rachel lost Marcel(the monkey) and she and Ross fights?? But you're really good at angsty stuff, so throw some of that in there?? And could you do it w Chan??? I'm trash sorry

This is from when I asked if I should do Stray Kids as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. lmao its been a wHILE- SORRY

Word count: a lot 3,527

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She could hear talking, but her mind was so utterly focused on the ticking of the clock that struck eight, that she didn't make out a single one of the words that were said.

"Corey?" Was what pulled her out of her train of thought. She snapped her head towards the speaker, and instantly apologized for not paying attention.

"Chan, sorry. This is so stupid!" She burst, referring to the incident they had talked about just previously. One of her colleagues was getting married, and that meant the entire project laid on Corey's shoulder. It was quite a massive one too. Corey didn't mind that her coworker was getting married, well maybe a little, but what really irked her was the fact that he coworker knew she was getting married that date, a year ago- and still said she could work the project, but the project would be in motion during her honeymoon.

"I should just be happy for them right? I can do some extra work. I am, I'm happy for them." She lied through her teeth, Chan instantly catching on, placing a hand on her back, questioning her truthfulness.

"No. Oh, I guess it would just be different if I were- with somebody. Like maybe I would understand her thinking more?" Corey sat back in her chair and picked at a noodle with her chopsticks. This caught Chans attention.

Ever since he first met Corey, he had been elbow deep in love with her. It was almost as if his whole life revolved around her, that everything he did was for her.

"Whoah, uh, what happened to 'Forget relationships! I'm done with men!' the whole penis embargo?" Chan mentioned, hinting to the thing she had sworn off after her last boyfriend, Hyunjin.  

They hadn't been a good couple at all. Corey and Hyunjin didn't even speak the same language, so it was hard for them to do anything else than makeout and have unnecessarily loud sex when they thought they were alone. Corey's roommate Changbin, didn't find that very fun.

In fact, everyone in their group was grossed out by it. Especially Chan, as he was the one most affected by it.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess it's not about no guys, it's about the right guy, y'know? I mean, with Seungmin, it was safe and it was easy, but there was no heat. With Hyunjin, that's all there was, was heat! And it was just this raw, animal, sexual-" Corey explained, but soon to be cut off by a severely uncomfortable Chan.

"Wait-wait. I got it. I was there." He smiled to hide the fact that he wanted to absolutely kill Hyunjin. Corey then grabbed Chans hands out of happit as they continued to chat. Chan had to admit to himself that there had never been a second in his life where he had to concentrate this bad to not kiss someone. Because there she was, the girl of his dreams, holding his hands, her face ten inches from his. Her brown eyes seemed soft and gentle as they looked into his, him getting lost in them.

"Well, I mean, do you think you can ever have both? Y'know? Someone who's like, who's like your best friend, but then also can make your toes curl?" She breathed as she continued to stare into his eyes. This made Chan's heart leap as she spoke. It was everything he had ever wished she would tell him, and more.

"Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes, I really do! In fact, it's funny, very often, someone who you wouldn't think could-could curl your toes, might just be the one who-" He started, building up the courage to confess and maybe even kiss her- but the moment was ruined when the owner of the apartment, Changbin, came home with friends.

"Hi." He greeted them and placed the groceries on the kitchen counter right behind Chan. Corey soon let go of Chan's hands and asked the group how the movie was. Jisung and Felix hated it, while Changbin and Woojin had been quite large fans of the film.

They discussed it for a few eternities according to Chan, all before he realized he had to leave. He had to take his dog, Berry, home.

"Alright, I've gotta go. C'mon, Berry! We're gonna take a bath. Yes we are, aren't we? Yes, we are!" Chan baby talked his dog as he got the leash on him. The King Charles Spaniel had been sleeping on the couch while Chan and Corey had been having dinner.

"They are still just friends, right?" Felix asked in a joking manner, implying that Chan and his puppy had a weird relationship. Most of them ignored him, and Corey walked over to the dog, petting him. "And I will see you tomorrow!" She grinned as Berry wagged his tail at her.

"That's right, you're gonna spend tomorrow at Aunt Corey's, aren't you?" Chan continued to baby talk, this however perked Changbin's attention. After all it was his apartment.

"Oh, hang on, hang on. Does Uncle Changbin get a say in this?" He asked, a brow raised as he was suspicious to the idea. Everyone knew how weird Changbin was about his apartment.

"Pwease, Uncle Changbin, pwease?" Chan picked up the dog and hid behind him, pretending it was Berry talking. He didn't seem even a tad bit interested, making Chan give up. "Oh, unclench. You're not even gonna be here." He added as he walked out the door with the dog.

Not long after, Corey went to bed, and before she knew it, she was dog-sitting Berry.  

"Now, now the one in the feather boa, that's Dr. Francis. Now, she used to be a man. Okay, now look, see, there's Raven. We hate her. We're glad she's dying. Okay- " Corey explained to the dog as they watched the television displaying a Spanish soap. As she was speaking, Berry knocked over a pillow revealing Changbins left yeezy.

"Berry, are you playing with Changbin's shoes? You know you're not supposed to pl-whoah. Berry, did you pee in Changbin's shoe? Berry, bad dog!" Corey continued to talk to the dog as she picked up the smelly shoe and held it at arm's length. She used some paper towels to clean out the pee as good as she can, then carried the paper towels over to the trash chute in the hallway, accidentally leaving the door open.

While throwing it down the metal drain, she heard a gunshot come from the television, making her rush back in. "Who died? Who died? Roll him over! Oh, c'mon, roll him over! Oh..! Well, we know it wasn't Vanessa, right Berry? Because-" But as she looked down to continue talking to him, he was gone.

"Berry?" That was when she turned around and noticed the door was left open. Panic struck.

By now, she had called everyone to the apartment, all except for Chan. "Okay, it's his first time out, so he's probably gonna wanna do some of the touristy things. I'll go to Seoul Tower, and you go to The Blue House." Felix said sarcastically as they all tried to figure out where the dog was.

"Oh, my, God! C'mon, you guys! He's gonna be home any minute! He's gonna kill me!" Corey panicked, starting to bite her nails in stress.

"Okay, we'll start with the building. You guys take the first and second floor, Woojin and I'll take third and fourth. Corey, you stay here, and just wait by the phone. Spray Lysol in my shoe, and wait for Chan to kill you." Changbin instructed and chased everyone out of the apartment, Corey softly asking if anyone wanted to trade, but no one replied.

Corey looked around in every room in the apartment, just in case he was still in there, but to no use. After maybe thirty minutes, she decided to call in for the big guns. Unlucky for her, she was on the phone with animal control when Chan entered the door. "Okay, he's a, he's a brown and white King Charles Spaniel, with a-" Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach when she saw Chan coming in with a smile on his face.

"with, with Russian dressing, and pickles on the side. Okay. Thanks." She covered and hung up, turning to Chan as if nothing was wrong. They greeted each other. Corey immediately noticed the bottle of wine in his hand and asked him about it. He confirmed her theory of its contents, then proceeding to ask if she wanted some.

"Oh, I would love some. But y'know what? Y'know what? Let's not drink it here. I'm feeling kind of crazy. You wanna go to Jakarta?" Corey tried persuading, desperate to postpone the inevitable truth, that she had lost his dog.

"Uh, okay, yeah, we could do that. But before we head off to the robbery capital of Southeast Asia, I was, uh, kinda wanting to run something by you. You know how we were talking before, about relationships and stuff? Well-" Chan started, obviously nervous as he was about to confess his feelings for her. He unscrewed the cork of the wine bottle, but Corey cut him off. Not because she knew he was going to confess, cause she didn't. She was beyond stressed about his dog.

"Oh God, Chan, I can't do this." She said as she paced back and forth in the kitchen, Chan's face falling. "Okay, Chan. Please don't hate me." She continued as Chan intensely tried getting the cork back on the wine. He looked at her first with concern, then confusion- because she was way more stressed out than what was normal when turning someone down.

"Y'know Berry? Well, I kind of.. I kind of lost him." She admitted, Chans arms falling to his sides as he looked at her in disbelief, almost as if she was waiting for her to tell him it was a prank.

"I-I-I ca- I can't believe this! I mean, all I asked you to do was keep him in the apartment. No, y'know what, I guess it's partially my fault. Y'know, I shouldn't have asked you to start off with a dog. I should have started you off with like a pen or a pencil." He yelled, pacing around, furious out of his mind.

Corey found herself in tears as she tried to explain herself. "Chan, I'm doing everything I can, I've got everybody looking for him, and I-" She was cut off as the intercom buzzed. She rushed over and asked who it was, pleased as she heard it was Animal Control.

"You called Animal Control?" Chan spoke in a low voice. Corey looking at him with a worried expression, asking if he didn't like them.

"Berry is a loose dog. If they find him, they are going to take him away from me, as I am not fit for a owner if I manage to lose him." Chan explained.

There was a knock on the door, Corey swiftly opening it. "Hi thank you for coming." She greeted, a man clad in a brown Animal Control uniform, and a huge butterfly net stood there, looking miserable as he probably didn't like his job very much.

Corey and Chan soon pretended they had no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned a dog, but Woojin soon came and accidentally revealed that there was in fact a dog on the loose.

"Look, I'm sure there's some friendly way to reconcile this! Um, have a seat. First of all, we haven't been introduced, I'm Seo Changbin." Changbin stated, pulling out a chair for the man and sat down in a chair himself. The man's eyes widened as Changbin mentioned his name.

"Oh my God, you are! And you're Corey Lee!" He said as he pointed to Corey. "Lee Minho! Cheongdam High? I sat behind you guys in home room!" Minho lit up as he introduced himself to his old classmates.

This pitched the fakes most annoying play ever produced, Changbin and Corey pretending they remembered Minho. "Minho? Oh my God, Changbin! It's Minho!" Corey started with a voice absolutely drenched in enthusiasm.

"The Minho from home room!" Changbin threw himself on, making a fool out of himself with his horrid lying.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" Minho asked as he called out the two actors. They quickly admitted that it was the truth, something that hurt Minho. "Well, maybe that's because you spent four years ignoring me. I mean, would it have been so hard to say 'Morning, Minho'? Or 'Nice dancing'?" He spat back, the two embarrassed that they had behaved so poorly to someone when they were younger.

Changbin started to apologize for everything, but Minho cut him off. "Ah, it's not so much about you, you were a fucking loser, you had your own problems." He started, Changbin being dumbfounded by the entire thing as Minho turned to Corey. "But you? What a bitch!"

Everyone was taken aback by his statement, especially Corey. Fair enough, back in high school she was popular, cheer captain and all- but Minho was being a bit harsh if you asked her.

"Be that as it may, d'you think you could just help us out here on that dog thing? Y'know, just for old times' sake?" Changbin spoke softly, trying to persuade the man, but to no avail.

"I could.. but I won't. If I find that dog, he's mine." And with that he was out the door.

The group immediately split up as they had to find the dog before Minho did. Woojin and Changbin ran after Minho, Felix and Jisung was still in the building looking, so Corey and Chan decided to go out to the street and look.

"Berry!" They called every now and then as they walked the block for what felt like hours. "Ber- oh this is ridiculous! We've been all over the neighborhood. He's gone." Chan sighed as he stopped and sat down on a staircase that lead to the front door of an apartment complex. Corey felt her heart drop as she saw the state he was in. She walked over to grab his hand, like she always did.

"Chan, you don't know that." She spoke softly, rubbing the soft skin of his palm. Chan let it go on for only a split second before he snapped back to reality and pulled his hand out of Coreys.

"No, this is just classic Corey! I mean, things just sort of happen around you. I mean you're off in Corey-land, doing your Corey-thing, totally oblivious to people's dogs, or to people's feelings.." He trailed off his angry rant, his words sending a ache in the back of Corey' s throat as it closed up.

"Chan, that is not fair-" She tried, but was instantly cut off.

"No it isn't fair that the fact that you're useless hurts me! I asked you to do something that is literally the easiest thing ever, second after breathing. Had you not been such a bratty bitch in high school, maybe you could actually have paid attention in class and gained a few brain cells. But no! You have kissed more boys than you have IQ points, so it's my fault that I trusted you to keep Berry in a room! No wonder you feel stupid around your family, you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met." He snapped, this sending tears over the brim of Corey's eyes.

She had always known she wasn't the smartest person out there, and she was more insecure about that than Chan could even begin to imagine. But she had always had the safety of knowing that her best friends never judged her for that- but to hear that one of the most important people in her life viewed her as a dumb slut, that hurt.

"Chan. We're now going to find Berry, and after that- I want you to never speak to me again." Corey spoke in a surprisingly steady voice, as it was low and almost dangerous. They then continued to walk up and down the neighbourhood until they eventually gave up and walked back to the apartment.

When they got back, they got to hear the greatest story of all time, as Minho had accidentally shot a dart at Woojin instead of Berry. After hearing a yelp from the floor below them, they decided story time was over and that they had to check it out in case it was Berry.

On bottom of the stairs, they could see Minho holding a cage with a white and brown dog inside, yelping as it was scared. Berry.

"Alright, we want our dog!" Corey demanded as she rushed down the stairs, the rest of the group hot on her heels. "No, prom queen!" Minho simply replied.

"Oh, c'mon Minho! Alright. In high school I was the prom queen, and I was the homecoming queen and you.. were also there! But if you take this dog, you are going to hurt one of the most important people in my life. You can hate me all you want, but please do not punish him. C'mon, Minho, you have the chance to be the bigger person here! Take it!" Corey spoke, begging in fact. For a second, it looked like they had persuaded him, but once he refused yet again, Corey decided to pull out a trick she had saved for emergency only.

"Alright, well then how about I call your supervisor, and tell her you shot my friend in the ass with a dart?"

The room grew deathly quiet, no one dared to even move. Minho had a look in his eyes that was hard to place, but it didn't matter because after a few more seconds, he gently placed the cage on the floor and turned on his heel. The group cheered among themselves as Chan almost fell to the floor to let Berry out of the cage.

Corey let out a sigh as she saw him hug the dog. She had done what they agreed, now it was his turn to keep up the deal. It was almost as if Chan thought about it too, because after a few minutes, he asked everyone but Corey to leave.

"Corey, I feel so bad, I am so sorry for what I said earlier, you know I didn't mean it-" He started apologizing, but Corey didn't feel as if it was enough.

"No. I don't know that you didn't mean it. It obviously had to come from somewhere. And we have known each others since we were in kindergarten, you know me inside and out, which is why I know you wouldn't have said that unless it was to severely hurt and damage me. You know how insecure I am about those things, and yet. Sorry just doesn't cut it." Corey spoke softly. She thought she would be more angry than she was, but she was too exhausted. Her voice spoke almost as if she had given up.

"But you're my best friend." Chan's voice cracked when he spoke. He grabbed her hand and held it close to his chest, scared that if he let go of her hand, she would vanish. He didn't realize how bad what he had said was, but thinking back on it now, he wanted to knock himself out.

If there was one thing he knew about Corey, it was that she was very insecure about her intelligence. She was the youngest in a family of doctors and lawyers and professors, so of course she felt dumb when she never understood what it was they talked about at the dinner table. But she wasn't. She was one of the smartest people Chan had ever met, but in non-traditional ways. Maybe she couldn't solve a math problem in a second, but she knew how to take care of plants, and how to perfectly fold her clothes so they wouldn't crease. She knew how to put together an outfit with the help of color theory and knowing which patterns not to mix. But none of that mattered, Chan had hit her where it hurt and he had no idea how to fix it.

"If I was your best friend, you wouldn't use that against me- no matter what." Corey spoke softly, almost as if she was comforting him- but as you listened to what she said, you quickly realized that was not the case. She then pulled her hand towards herself, Chan letting out a small yelp as she did so- and turned on her heel and went home.

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That was a lot sory..

I hope you like it, feel free to request!

-bentley

[trueishcolours]

The ‘what if a different VK had love spelled Ben in Descendants 1′ post nobody asked for

Having Mal be the one to spell Ben doesn’t JUST boil down to ‘she’s the protag, so she gotta’ - there’s also the fact that she’s the most committed to the ‘steal-the-wand’ plot, while Evie is following her mother’s more small-scale plan to ‘find a prince with a big castle,’ and the boys are...honestly pretty ready to just fit in. No wonder Mal doesn’t want to give any of them a key role in the plot when she has to keep dragging them back into the plot! But Mal is arguably also the worst choice for doing a seduction plot. Evie is better at performing romance, and Carlos and Jay are both more comfortable with actual affection. Plus those three’s ambivalence towards Maleficent’s plan makes the plot splinter in interesting ways. So here I go! 

Carlos: Probably the most straightforward. He is the only VK besides Mal to get a solo scene and relationship with Ben in D1, and what do we see in that scene? Ben being reassuring, Carlos opening up about the Isle, Ben making a clumsy attempt at giving affection which nonetheless goes over pretty well with Carlos. Carlos is also the first of the Core Four to say that going to Auradon might not be so bad, and, if we go with book canon, had the hardest time on the Isle, so he’s really got no incentive not to crack immediately under the onslaught of Ben Affection. I reckon in a universe where Carlos was the one love-spelling Ben, we’d see him falling in love a lot quicker than Mal (who’s still ambivalent in D2, after all!) and then dealing with a LOT of guilt over manipulating Ben. He’d probably try to talk the others out of the want plan before the coronation. Though he does have a core of steel and a loyalty to his friends that might keep him committed to the plan for longer, keeping things more interesting...

Evie: Probably the most emotionally interesting for me. In order to talk about what would happen here, I need to talk for a moment about what happened between Ben and Audrey. As we see in D3, Audrey is under tremendous pressure to marry Ben for her family’s sake, which means that she feels the need to constantly curate and perform their relationship, rather than letting Ben have the actual relationship he wants to have with her. If she thinks he’s not performing the relationship properly, she’ll correct him too, discouraging him from supporting the VKs because she doesn’t think it’s the right idea. This leads to moments like that scene where Audrey’s complaining about Mal’s magic, which is a scene I actually think about A LOT. For a moment, Audrey slips and reveals an ACTUAL INSECURITY (’if everyone looks good, then where will I be?’) Ben’s response? He goes to reassure her, but before he can get the words out, Audrey’s got her mask back in place; she cuts him off and changes the subject. Ben wants a true partnership with Audrey, but she can’t relax enough to actually open and let him, leaving him so emotionally dissatisfied that he’s primed for Mal to steal him away. 

(When you think about it, Ben’s story is a constant pattern of him trying to give love and care to people who won’t accept it. First Audrey, who won’t stop performing for him, then Mal, who is afraid of connection, struggles to trust that he loves the real her and, by D2, is performing for him as well, and even Uma, who (quite reasonably!) mistrusts his offers of cooperation. But this is not a Ben post.)

So, what’s Audrey got to do with Evie? I can see Evie/Ben going wrong in exactly the same way as Audrey/Ben, because Evie and Audrey are actually people with very similar goals - marry a prince to please your (grand)mother. It would probably go wrong a lot more slowly with Evie than with Audrey, because Audrey is quite openly domineering, whereas Evie is more sweet-natured and, in D1, more needy, so it would probably take Ben longer to realise that she wasn’t truly letting him in. Which leaves us time for some deliciously slow-burn angst. 

The central tension in a Ben/Evie Descendants would probably come from Evie debating whether to go for the wand or just try for marriage with Ben. After all, her personal goal was to marry a prince, and there’s not much point in that if he then loses his throne in a bloody revolution when you release all the villains on the Isle. So she’s wondering whether to just keep her new prince and her three friends, or whether to try for the wand, and meanwhile the guilt is slowwwwwly creeping up that she’s using and manipulating this prince who she’s actually starting to care for...

I think Evie would twist in the wind for a lot longer than Carlos, or even Mal, because unlike both of them she’s actually been brought up to manipulate a man into falling in love with her. There’s a double-bind which Audrey and a lot of real-life women who’ve been raised on traditional femininity fall into, where you’re taught simultaneously that True Love is real and happens spontaneously and feels wonderful - and that you must work constantly to deserve it, achieve it, and keep your man in it. So when Evie starts to have feelings for Ben, she will want to give into them, and at the same time she won’t trust that his kindness towards her will continue unless she makes it. She simultaneously believes in the dream and the nightmare. And meanwhile Ben is just bathing her in the above-mentioned ‘let me love youuuuuuu’ energy...

...maybe I need to write this AU. 

Jay: So, if Evie is the natural choice to love-spell Ben because love-spelling Ben actually aligns with her personal goals, Jay is the natural choice in that he’s already the group honey trap. Seriously, guys; Jay is the only one of you who is comfortable with casual flirting and does it on the regular. I don’t know why you didn’t give him the job that literally requires flirting.

It’s the heteronormativity. 

This one is tough, because we really learn almost nothing about Jay in canon, so I’m going to have to go off my own interpretations. I see Jay as the group protector, both physically and emotionally. He wraps his arms around them when they think they’re going to be driven into the sea; he goes to fight Maleficent before anybody else; in D2, when Harry kidnaps Ben, he taunts Jay specifically for failing to stop him. For emotional protection, see the scene in D1 where the Core Four Skype their parents. Jay manages everybody’s feelings in that scene. When Carlos starts snapping at Cruella, Jay puts an arm around him, drawing him away from a confrontation that he knows isn’t worth having, then keeps that arm round him for the rest of the scene. As the parents squabble amongst themselves, we see Evie start to look more and more distressed - and Jay notice her distress, struggle for a moment, then make the snap decision to cut off the call. And through it all, he’s aware that Fairy Godmother may be surprised at how much their parents suck, and upset that her idea for a call turned out to be a bad one, so he immediately turns to manage her feelings too - ‘thanks for the special treat.’ He’s like the eldest sibling in a dysfunctional family at Christmas dinner, managing conflict, pulling the plug, apologising for his family to the guests. So what I want to know in all this is, when do JAY’S emotional needs get met???

Ben whispering let me love youuuuuuuuuuu in the background...

So I’m not saying that fake-dating Ben would destroy Jay instantly, I’m just saying that, for all his character arc is supposed to be about discovering the meaning of teamwork, he seems to leave the Isle with a better sense of what it means to care for others than any of the other three. And when he suddenly finds himself BATHED IN CARING rather than having to DO all the caring...well, it’s just a question of who out of him and Carlos would crack quicker. Judging by the fact that Jay was the first one to actually voice any doubts about the plan to Mal, I’m going to say it’s him. Boy would MELT.

(Fun addendum: Jay is sexy and he knows it. Can we get some of him being worried at first that Ben only likes him as arm candy, then later really enjoying being Ben’s arm candy once he knows that Ben loves him for himself?)

Let’s round off this LONGBOI post by talking about the carriage scene, where Ben reveals that he knew he was spelled. ‘I haven’t been faking anything.’ Immortal words. Jesus fuck, Ben, why are you so bad at self-care and boundaries? So for Mal, this line doesn’t only make her feel bad, it makes her feel trapped. While obviously it’s awkward to find out that somebody who you’re about to betray loves you for real, for Mal Ben’s declaration of love would be inherently undesirable, even without the context, because Mal doesn’t want love, or at least thinks she doesn’t. 

Evie, meanwhile, does want love - or at least thinks she does. So her reaction to ‘I haven’t been faking anything’ would be less ‘oh God, somebody is emotionally vulnerable to me, how do I respond, am I capable of reciprocating’ and more ‘oh God, I desperately want to believe him but I don’t know if I dare’ (see above-mentioned performativeness). 

Carlos and Jay, meanwhile, are much more uncomplicated about accepting love than either Mal or Evie. For them, realising Ben loved them for real would be a straightforward betrayal-and-guilt kind of deal. ‘I haven’t been faking anything’ would kill them both instantly. 

[omgrachwrites]

Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of angst, mentions of dr*gs

Words: 2260

A/N: Can you guys believe I’ve posted twice in one week?! I don’t think I’ve ever typed the word ‘Shakespeare’ so many times and on Shakespeare day as well, its pretty fitting! I hope you guys all enjoy this, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged just shoot me an ask! I love you guys very much! xxx

Part Four - Halloween

Bucky sighed to himself as again he marked another unsatisfactory essay, he couldn’t believe those essays were written by the students in his class. The first few were okay but barely, the next couple had just been plain rubbish and the essay that he had marked before this one was downright plagiarised. He looked up at his students who were working on their projects with the exception of Ava and Loki; they were passing notes to one another. Bucky thought that he should say something but he didn’t want to single out Ava. Again. He remembered how embarrassing that was from his own college days.

He raked a hand through his fluffy hair as he looked back down at the pile of essays that he should have marked weeks ago. Now was the perfect time to get the marking done before the work load piled up. Turning over the top essay he saw that it was another one on Shakespeare. He was pissed off with himself, why the hell did he put Shakespeare on the syllabus? The last essay he had marked on Shakespeare there was an author’s note at the bottom of the page, explaining why they thought that Shakespeare was a ‘cool guy’.

Bucky was sure that being a ‘cool guy’ wasn’t very high on Shakespeare’s list of what he wanted to leave behind. Massaging his temples, Bucky looked at the name that was at the top of the essay and saw that Loki had written it. Loki had transferred from Cambridge with a glowing recommendation and now it was Bucky’s chance to see if he lived up to his expectations.

From the first paragraph of the essay Bucky was hooked, it was probably one of the most engaging essays that he’d read about Shakespeare. It was plainly obvious that Loki was passionate about Shakespeare and that was what Bucky wanted in a student, somebody with a bit of passion. By the time that Bucky had reached the end of the essay it was obvious that this was the highest mark on a paper so far. It was so good that Bucky would have even allowed an author’s note about how cool Shakespeare was and it would have even made him laugh.

“Mr Odinson,” Bucky started and Loki looked up with wide eyes, Ava also looked up at him, “I really enjoyed your essay about Shakespeare, it’s the best one I’ve read in a while.”

Loki looked slightly confused and hesitant but he smiled all the same, “well, thank you very much sir,” Ava nudged Loki’s arm and gave him the most dazzling smile that Bucky had to look away.

“Right guys and gals, get going and please enjoy your weekend. Next time we’ll be picking up Shakespeare, Hamlet to be exact,” his announcement was met by an influx of groans but Loki looked excited, “oh, don’t sound so glum, according to Mr Owens, William Shakespeare was a cool guy,” he grinned and there came a whoop of agreement.

“Yes! Right on sir!” Bucky laughed and dismissed the class; Ava shot him a faint smile on her way out.

As Ava walked out, Steve was walking in and did a double take when he saw Ava, “wait, what the fuck?” Steve mouthed and he backtracked himself into the hallway.

Groaning, Bucky stood up and followed his friend out of the lecture hall, “Steve come on! Don’t,” Bucky pleaded but it was too late.

“Ava?” Steve called out, way to keep a low profile Bucky thought, Ava turned around at the mention of her name.

“Steve? Is that you?” she laughed and narrowed her eyes, “I’d ask what you’re doing here but obviously by the look of those shorts you’re the gym coach,” she gestured at his outfit, causing Steve’s ears to go red, “is Sam here too? Maybe we could have ourselves a lovely little reunion,” she rolled her eyes at Bucky.

“I thought that you had graduated university,” Steve said slowly, pointing out the obvious and he looked from Ava to Bucky and Bucky shrugged nonchalantly.

“Yeah Steve, so did I, I mean that is what you told us right Ava? Or at least that’s what you implied,” Bucky knew that he was acting like a child but it was hard for him not to feel offended. Especially when she looked so beautiful in ripped blue jeans and an oversized green sweater.

“Oh my god Bucky, all I did was lie to you! I didn’t realise that it was a crime, maybe your pretty face kept you safe from women lying to you but we’ve all got to start somewhere,” she walked up to him, “so please, stop treating me like a fucking war criminal, alright?” she snarled, jabbing him in the chest.

This girl certainly was a far cry from the woman that he’d met in Greece, “it was good to see you though Steve, really it was,” she looked around the corridor to make sure no one was coming before she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Steve’s cheek. She shot an angry look at Bucky as she walked off down the hallway.

Steve looked amused and was about to say something but Bucky shot him a venomous look that made him shut up. Bucky sighed and the two best friends walked off down the hallway together and into the car park.

“So,” Steve started, deigning it safe to speak as they squeezed themselves into Steve’s tiny vintage car, “tough break huh, where do you want to go for lunch?”

Bucky was starting to get a migraine from all the marking he had done and the frustrating encounter that he’d had with Ava in the hallway, “yes Steve, it is a tough break, I must have been especially wicked in a past life to deserve this, and honestly, I don’t mind. As long as they sell Irish coffee, I need some sort of alcohol,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.

Steve nodded as he started the car and when he spoke, his voice sounded a little weird and high pitched, “I know the perfect place, I’ll call Sam on the way and see if he’s free to meet us.”

About ten minutes later Steve was pulling up outside a little café, it was absolutely packed inside so Steve and Bucky sat outside – it was a pretty nice day – to wait for Sam. When Sam turned up there were a group of girls that giggled and swooned at Sam as he walked to Steve and Bucky’s table, he was still in his firefighter uniform. Bucky rolled his eyes and grinned as Sam sat down opposite him, he couldn’t see why Sam just couldn’t get changed into regular clothes before he came out on his lunch break.

“Sam, you could have at least gotten changed, you’re making the rest of us look bad,” Bucky chuckled and Sam shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry Buck, I just can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Sam winked, “how are you and that incredibly hot TA?”

Bucky shrugged, shaking his head as he nervously began to rip up the napkin that was in front of him, “that incredibly hot TA and I can be nothing but good bed mates,” Sam was saved from replying because at that moment the waiter came to their table to take their order.

“Just three coffees please man,” Sam said to the kid who nodded and scrawled it down in his notebook.

“Make one Irish,” Bucky smiled and turned to look at Steve who looked crestfallen which was pretty out of character, he was staring at his shoes. Bucky was about to ask him what the matter was but a lightbulb went on in his head and he smirked, “oh my god. It’s here isn’t it? She works here,” at Bucky’s words Steve’s head whipped up and a dark flush spread out across his cheeks which confirmed Bucky’s suspicions.

“Who works here?” Sam frowned, on the wrong page from everybody else and Steve gave Bucky a threatening look which Bucky promptly ignored.

“The girl he’s got a crush on, I hear she’s an English beauty,” Bucky chuckled and clapped Steve on the shoulder, “I just can’t understand why you won’t ask her out.”

Steve looked at his best friend like he’d just suggested the most outrageous plan, “what the hell are you talking about Buck? I can’t just ask her out, a woman as beautiful as her must have a boyfriend. She could do a lot better than me anyhow,” Steve shrugged, he’d been nervous around girls ever since high school.

“Seriously man, our local bar is throwing an early Halloween party tonight. How about you invite her to that?” Sam suggested reasonably and Steve rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“It’s three weeks till Halloween; it’s completely ridiculous celebrating it this early!”

“Yeah, that wasn’t really my point,” Sam sighed, “but never mind,” Steve fell silent almost instantly when their coffees were brought out.

They were brought out by a pretty woman with short dark hair and by the look on Steve’s face this was the woman that he’d been lusting after. Steve was hopeless when he was around women that he liked, that was made plainly obvious as Steve wouldn’t say a word to the waitress when she came outside to collect cups and plates. She even smiled at him once which caused Steve to completely lose his head and spill coffee all down himself. When Steve went to the restroom Buck wrote Steve’s name and number down on the bill.

“He’ll thank me one day,” Bucky said to a smirking Sam.

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Ava walked out of her room, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor and she stood in front of Loki, turning on the spot, “what do you think about my sort of costume?” she giggled, she was going to an early Halloween party with Wanda and MJ tonight. She had decided to go as a princess but she made her outfit casual so it could be seen as normal party attire.

Loki leaned back on the couch, raising an eyebrow appreciatively as he looked her up and down, “you look fantastic.”

Ava giggled and flushed slightly at the compliment, “are you sure that you won’t come? It won’t be the same without you.”

“I might come later on but if I don’t, have a wonderful night love and stay safe,” he smiled and Ava nodded, blowing him a kiss before she headed out of the door.

Ava met MJ and Wanda at the bar and Wanda held up a sandwich bag with cookies in the shape of ghosts inside, “they’ve got pot in them,” she giggled, during the first three weeks of their final year Wanda had taken up a new hobby, “senior year of college is fantastic!”

“Maybe later Wand,” Ava giggled, shaking her head, “do you girls want some cocktails then?”

Soon enough the three girls – after one too many cocktails – were dancing in the middle of the room, drinks in hand. They’d also had a little nibble of Wanda’s homemade pot cookies but they weren’t really giving any effects at the moment.

“I still can’t believe that Bucky is your goddamn professor!” MJ shouted down Ava’s ear as she sucked her iced cocktail off the stirrer. Ava giggled, playing with the ends of her hair, not getting a chance to reply as Wanda spoke up.

“Are you going to start sleeping with him again though?” she asked and Ava shook her head, too much had happened between them.

“No, I’ll get us some more cocktails shall I?” she didn’t wait for an answer before she walked over to the bar, desperately wanting to get away from the conversation. While she was at the bar she felt a hand on the small of her back, she turned to see that it was Loki. He looked so handsome. He’d sprayed his curly blonde hair black and he was dressed in Victorian attire.

“Loki! You came!” she giggled and gave him a hug; he chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.

“Are you drunk?” he asked.

“Loki,” she gasped playfully, “however did you guess?”

“Well Miss Stark, your cheeks are perfectly rosy from the liquor and you look undeniably beautiful,” Ava giggled at his words and gave the gorgeous boy another hug. Over his shoulder she saw Steve – with a beautiful woman – Sam and Bucky. Bucky had some beautiful blonde perched on his knee. Despite herself, Ava couldn’t look away.

Loki pulled away from the hug and followed Ava’s line of sight, “ah, do you fancy Professor Barnes?“ he smirked.

“Something like that,” Ava thought there was no point in lying about it; she was still attracted to Bucky.

“And, he’s looking this way, how about we give him a show?” he winked and Ava nodded, wondering what he could mean.

In a flash Loki had her in his arms, leaning her back slightly, “I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us,” he murmured before kissing her. She was pleasantly surprised but only for a second before she kissed him back, running her fingers through his thick curls. Loki grunted into the kiss as Ava pushed up against him before pulling away and the pair turned to look at Bucky.

The woman was now sitting beside him instead of on his knee and he was looking at Ava and Loki with a mingled look of amusement and perhaps something else, Ava couldn’t be entirely sure.

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[lonelypond]

Idol Protection Program: Breakfast With Mari

NicoMaki, Love Live/Love Live Sunshine!, 1.1K 

Summary: Dia brings home a new friend. Very early in the morning.

“Mama, wake up.” Maki felt a tug on the blanket and forced her eyes open. Green, curious eyes, very familiar eyes stared at her. Nico had come home yesterday after a quick book tour, Dia was staying with the Matsuuaras, Ruby was in Tokyo with Maki’s parents, why was Dia here.

“MAMA!” Dia stomped. How had Maki given birth to anyone who had this much energy in the morning. Someone giggled. Maki didn’t recognize the note. She quickly checked to make sure she was entirely covered, kicked Nico gently, and answered her firstborn.

“Why are you here? We were going to pick you up later.”

“I told Mari Mom makes the best breakfasts.”

“Mari?”

Dia pointed, next to her, sandwiched between Dia and Kanan was a small blonde child with a too knowing glance.

“Ohara Mari. Our new friend.”

Kanan nodded, as serious as ever.

“Dia, your Mama’s carino e carino, but we eat at 5 star restaurants all the time.”

“I don’t cook.” Maki said.

“Mama’s not allowed to use the burners.” Dia announced.

Kanan decided to defend Maki, “Dia’s Mama knows all the best takeout places. They always give us extras.”

Maki needed to wake up Nico, get the children out of the bedroom so clothes could be found, and figure out how they all got here from the island. It was post dawn, but it must still be early. Probably pre ferry. Nico’s arm flung out, hitting her on the back, while Nico started snoring loudly.

Dia turned to Mari, “Mom came back from a tour for her Number One Best Selling Spy Romance yesterday. She’s exhausted from signing so many autographs.”

Maki knew that was not why Nico was sleeping so soundly, but…no distractions, children present.

Dia was never distracted, “We have to eat breakfast and go to Tokyo, Mama. Ruby misses Mom.”

“Maki?” Nico’s hand started to stroke Maki’s hip. That had to stop.

“Dia’s here.”

“What?” Nico shot up, Maki only barely grabbing enough of the sheet to remain PG-13. Mari giggled. Maki frowned.

“Bun, why are you here.” Nico always understood what the most important thing to ask was.

“I told Mari you make the best breakfast.”

“Of course, Nico does.” Nico refused to be distracted and spoke slowly, “But, Dia, how did you get here?”

“Kanan piloted her boat.”

Kanan, like Dia, was eight.

“Dia, you and Kanan are not allowed on that boat alone. We talked about this.”

“My grandfather came along.” Kanan smiled, “He needed some things from Numazu.”

Maki could feel Nico relax. “Oh good, make sure you tell him Nico’s going to stop by for some fish to make sushi now that she’s back in town.”

“Sushi’s easy.” Mari scoffed.

“That’s not breakfast food, Mom.”

“No, but Nico is talking to Kanan, who actually understands being respectful to adults.”

Kanan gleamed. Dia rolled her eyes.

“So what does your new friend like for breakfast?”

Mari smiled. “We have a chef from Italy at the hotel. Delizioso, frittatas, cornettos, light like angel wings, and coffee.”

“Dia, no coffee.” Nico snapped instantly.

“Or espresso.” Maki added, having a sudden vision of letter-of-the-law Dia caffeinated, issuing dictates at hyperspeed.

“Hotel.” Nico muttered, then turned her attention back to the children, with a blast of a Nico forcing it smile, “You girls go play in Dia’s room while her Mama and I put on our best breakfast outfits.”

Or any outfit, Maki thought, becoming increasing uncomfortable with Mari’s stare.

“Right. Mama’s going to help Mom change. It always takes awhile. C’mon.”

Nico sounded like she was choking, but Maki had suddenly found a need to smash her own face into a pillow. No one warned you about this part of parenthood.

The line of earnest faces trooped diligently out of the room, following Dia. As soon as the door closed, Maki leapt out of bed and grabbed her robe.

“Nico came back for this.”

“Dia bringing new friends home at...” Maki glanced at her phone, “7:37 a.m.”

“No, your pajamas.”

“Can we skip the flirting.”

“Nope. Nico never skips flirting with the sexy mother of her serious daughter.”

Maki groaned, “So serious. How did that happen.”

Nico had her hands on Maki’s hips and there was a pause for serious kissing. “I blame Umi.”

Maki’s thoughts were scattered, Nico always smelled so good in the morning, even after goopy mask nights, but especially after...Maki felt a pinch. “What?” Why was Nico mentioning someone else in the middle of kissing.

“We let Umi babysit Dia too often.” Another kiss.

“Better a junior Umi than a junior Nozomi. Besides,” And here Maki stole a kiss of her own, “She takes after you. We had to have Santa bring her a whiteboard for Christmas so she could rank and rate Idol groups for Ruby.”

Nico put one hand over her heart, “Nico’s proudest moment as a mother.”

Maki frowned. “Well, now Nico, Jr. expects you to make the Number One Breakfast in the universe. For an Ohara. What are you going to do?”

In like 5 seconds, Nico was suddenly in a cooking mom outfit. Nico hadn’t lost her knack for quick costume changes. And this, once Nico put her patchwork pink heart apron on, was definitely a costume.

“They’re Italian, right? And American?”

“I think so.”

“Then Nico is going to pull out every Russian recipe Eli ever gave her and make sure to sweeten it. I’m betting sweet tooth.”

“Well…”

Nico’s phone went off. Dia’s ringtone. “Hmmm...maybe not a sweet tooth.”

“Huh?”

“Dia informs me that Mari likes lemons.”

“We are going to make sure no one feeds Dia limoncello.”

“Obviously.” Nico agreed, face racing through her frantic thinking expressions. Maki had missed this show. “Did you get all the groceries on my list?”

Maki nodded, deciding now that kissing had stopped and menu picking had started she would get dressed.

“Put on the lacy ones. Nico wants a treat.”

Maki pulled out more practical underwear, “We’re heading to Tokyo remember.”

“Pack ‘em.”

“Breakfast, Nico-chan?”

“Blini, buckwheat blueberry, probably. Eli and Nozomi are supposed to bring the twins down next weekend, so Nico stocked up on Eli favorites.”

“I hid the chocolate from Dia.”

“Good idea. Now go and check on Dia before they decide to head back to the Ohara for breakfast.

“Oh yeah.” Maki pulled a tank top over her head, “Love you, Nico-chan. Welcome home.” Maki kissed Nico on the cheek as she raced to check on the children.

“Everybody missed Nico.” Nico announced to the universe, as happy as any audience had ever made her. She picked up her phone to text Ruby a good morning snap. Ruby would love this smile.

A/N: Just watched the Love Live Sunshine! movie and I continue to be fascinated by the third years as small children vs. NicoMaki as parents. So here you go. My ongoing AU's are still ongoing, I'm halfway through a chapter in most of them, Stay-At-Home Shakespeare just wrapped up so I'm a little exhausted, I'm doing a few AU Yeah August prompts to get back into writing mode so hmu if there's something you want to read. Stay safe.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Share a Lair 02 || Share a Lab

After Henry was moved into the tower, Charlotte began to check out the lab. Ray wouldn’t let Schwoz take the time to go set things up, so she would have to do it herself. In her brain, that meant she might have to contact Schwoz for questions, but once she went to work, she was unstoppable and didn’t require any assistance. Fortunately.

Jasper and Henry wound up decorating and unpacking while she checked equipment and made lists for what she might need to give this guy a functional laboratory.

She opened what she believed to be a breaker box but found a screen with some controls at the bottom, so naturally she pushed one, (the button that she presumed would be the power button), and a camera came on that appeared to be inside of another lab.

Curiously, she pressed the next button and heard a loud beeping noise in the other lab. It startled her and she almost turned off the screen and shut the panel, but Max appeared on the other side, running to the screen in a mild panic. “What’s happened? Did you already set the place on fire?"

"What do you mean, already? Why would I set the place on fire?” She asked, annoyed. He sighed, but didn’t answer as he caught his breath. “What is this thing?” Charlotte had to ask.

“The two way caller. It keeps our two labs in contact in case there is an emergency or someone needs assistance. There are buttons at the bottom of the screen for calls, transmission messages, the rescue beam, the chute, and emergency. You pressed the emergency button.”

She winced a little, partially embarrassed that she hadn’t researched before just testing things out in a new lab. “Sorry. I’ll consult the manual for instructions.”

“Everybody with access to the lab should be familiar with that contact center. ESPECIALLY those who wouldn’t be able to solve laboratory issues on their own.” He tilted his head to glance behind her at Henry and Jasper.

“Will do,” she said, sidestepping into his way, to block whatever the boys were doing - something she was sure might embarrass her in front of Henry’s new (cute) housemate. He looked like he might say something else, and she really wanted him to, but he simply nodded, pressed a button and the screen went black. Charlotte frowned, turned around and assessed her boys. They were still ogling over the new space Henry was in, the “decorating” and “unpacking” reduced to still holding what they had in their hands five minutes ago, and pointing out other features of the lair to each other.

.

Max had his siblings over whenever Henry came in after a difficult shift. He was extremely tired, injured, and annoyed by a very persistent Charlotte who insisted on making sure he got settled in and his injuries addressed. She didn’t even notice the small group in the living room as she went to get ice from the kitchen, while fussing, “And if you think that I’m leaving AT ALL, you’re out of your mind…”

“Hey, Max. Max’s family. Excuse my friend, she’s had a rough night. Apparently when I get injured, it’s somehow her problem…” Henry said. Max narrowed his eyes at him. Imagine being irritated that your friend was trying to help take care of you…

Charlotte only then noticed there were 4 other people in the living room, besides Max. She grabbed Henry’s arm, told Max, “We’ll be in the tower. Sorry to interrupt your living room time.” She dragged Henry towards the tower and Max watched them bicker as they vanished through the double doors that led to the hallway that led to the tower.

“So, that’s her, huh?” Nora asked, breaking into Max’s thoughts. Before he could ask her what she meant by that question, Phoebe replied.

“That’s her! She does look much older than when I met her, but that’s definitely the same girl that was working for Captain Man back when we teamed up.”

“She’s REALLY pretty!” Chloe observed and everyone else agreed, except for Max. He wondered if they were trying to GET him to say it. If they somehow knew that he’d been thinking it every time that he saw her. That was nonsense, though. They weren’t around here that much. He kept silent.

“How are they as roommates?” Phoebe asked.

“Henry, my only roommate, is an idiot and a dweeb, so I don’t really spend any time around him or his two friends. He’s got a cool younger sister, though. We chat online a little bit,” he said.

Charlotte came back through the double doors and went into the kitchen again, apologizing, “Last time, I promise!” She said.

“Do you need any help, Charlotte?” Phoebe asked, getting up from the couch, concerned.

Charlotte looked at her for the first time tonight, recognized her and smiled, “Hi! No, I’m good. I just… Am a little upset with Henry right now but I’m the only person who can stitch him up. We need to catch up some time, though! I’ve been following your Hero Tracks. I featured one of your victories in my dissertation on the double standards for super heroines in modern society versus the ones in history.”

“PLEASE send me that!” Phoebe said. “Why don’t I help you carry some of this, since my twin insists on being a useless roommate?”

“She’s not my roommate. She doesn’t even live here!” Max called from the couch and folded his arms. Nora and Billy gave each other a look. What was HIS problem? Phoebe didn’t point out that she was HELPING the roommate, so whether or not she lived there was irrelevant.

Phoebe set the things she helped Charlotte carry to the medical table in the lab, which Henry was sitting on, shirtless, cleaning blood off of himself. Phoebe gasped at his wound. “Do you need more help?” She wondered.

Henry heard her voice and reached for his shirt. “Don’t think about it!” Charlotte said, sternly. Then to Phoebe, “It’s not the worst he’s come home with, but he didn’t immediately let me know!” Her eyes were daggers pointed at him. “I’ve got it. You should go back to your family day or whatever.”

“Ok. Well… you know, if you guys ever need help, Max is very resourceful. He doesn’t always jump to action, especially for people he doesn’t know very well, but he IS a superhero. It’s in him. Just let him know, okay?”

“We’ll manage,” Henry said. He didn’t like Max. They didn’t like each other, was more like it. Henry always felt like Max was judging him. (Max definitely always was).

“If we ever need him, I’ll remember what you said,” Charlotte told her.

After she had Henry in recovery mode and sedated, she put him to bed and went to put away everything she had borrowed. She heard shuffling in the house, but figured it was Max and company. Within a few moments, she was discovered by Max.

“He okay?” A voice asked and she yelped at the sound of it. Max seemed amused by her reaction, and judging by how close he was standing, she figured that he meant to startle her.

She caught her breath and nodded, “He’s fine. Scans showed there’s no permanent damage and I was able to address everything and get him settled for the night.”

“So… what ARE you two?"  He asked, trying not to seem TOO concerned with the answer.

"Friends.” The answer was quick and confused, but also… curious.

“It seems one sided, from what I’ve noticed. Of course, I don’t pay much attention to you people. Maybe I’m missing the parts where he comes to your rescue all the time.”

“I don’t need any rescuing,” she laughed.

“Maybe not… but, is he a hero, or are you?"

This conversation was making her uncomfortable. "Obviously, him.”

“Obviously? Okay.“ His smirk made her agitated. Because it was cocky and knowing, though she wasn’t sure what he supposedly knew, and also, it was smug, but he was still smoldering hot.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked around, "What happened to your family?”

Almost instantly, Max quipped, “I know this is difficult to imagine for you, but whenever people don’t live here, they tend to go home after a while.”

She fumed. “I’m going home, now!”

“Are you? Or are you gonna go back to the tower and eventually convince yourself that Henry shouldn’t be left alone, wind up sleeping at his and not even get a thank you tomorrow when he wakes up to find that you sacrificed your comfort for his protection?"

"I… it… shut up, Max!” She snatched the nearest thing from the counter and stormed off. Then, quickly came back and slammed it down. A bottle opener. She had reflexively snatched it for dramatic effect, like she sometimes did when she stormed off from Henry, but this time, nothing here was hers and she wasn’t so clueless as to not notice that for long.  “This is yours!” She said, then stormed off again. “Jerk.” She muttered. Max smirked and shook his head.

.

Charlotte came through the tower entrance the next day (as she usually did). Even with approval to enter the lair, she didn’t trust that Max wouldn’t try something if she came through the main entrance.

Whenever she went into the lab to set her things down before checking on Henry, she heard the lab chute sound and she went to check on it. It was a two way chute that could be used to send things between the two labs, as long as it was secured and not volatile. Max rarely asked for anything, but who knows? She opened the chute and opened the canister. It was a bottle opener with a bow on it and a note: You’re cute when you’re angry :) She fumed at that sentiment. That was one of her LEAST favorite things to hear. Just because she was small, people didn’t take her anger seriously. She was about to give him a piece of her mind!

She marched over to the panel, pressed the button and held up the card. Whenever she did, she saw something written on the back of the note: J/K. You’re always cute.

Max came up to the lab screen and smiled, “See you got my gift.”

Her flared nostrils went down whenever she read the back of the note and she dropped her hand, warm faced and disarmed. “Don’t… play like this,” was all that she could say.

His smile was sympathetic, his eyes apologetic, but he asked, “Who says I’m playing?”

She tossed the canister back into the chute, pressed the button and turned the screen off on him. The equivalent of hanging up in someone’s face, kinda. HOWEVER, she tucked the note into her pocket. “Jerk,” she muttered again, this time with the trace of a smile.

[cocastyle]

Thankful

Pairing- Jake Peralta x reader

Word Count- 4,870

Warning- none

A/N- here’s my first attempt at a Brooklyn 99 one shot! I’ve recently become obsessed with the show and was in the middle of watching season one when I saw the Thanksgiving episode and had this idea. I plan on writing more Brooklyn 99 one shots as I go seeing as each episode makes me fall more and more in love with the show than I already was before. I hope you all like this!

When asked which holiday was someone’s favorite, most people responded with Christmas or Halloween. But for Y/N L/N that holiday was Thanksgiving.

It was the holiday where she could celebrate being thankful for everything good in her life, where she could stuff her face until she fell into a food coma, and the holiday in which she could spend time with the people she loved and cared about, the people she was thankful for.

So Y/N was always excited when it came to Thanksgiving, but this year was different for this was the first year she would be spending the special holiday with her friends of the 99th prescinct in Brooklyn and Y/N was determined to make it perfect especially for Jake Peralta.

Y/N had been working at the precinct for a little under a year and had even been dating Jake for a few months now, so she had heard a lot about how the man hated Thanksgiving and wanted nothing to do with it. He wouldn’t tell her what the reason was, but then again, he wouldn’t give her the chance to even ask, always pushing aside the topic before it had even begun.

But Y/N, being the Thanksgiving loving person that she was, wanted nothing more than to show her boyfriend just how great the holiday was, even if that meant just getting to spend an evening with the man she had grown to love.

Luckily for her, her best friend Amy Santiago wanted to host a small Thanksgiving dinner for the squad, so Y/N had been quick to volunteer to help the girl make all the necessary preparations. Now it was just a matter of getting Jake to come.

Knowing that the man would decline if he knew too far in advance, Y/N waited until Jake entered the precinct on Thanksgiving Day after just getting back from a case to ask him.

“Check it out, chair jockeys!” Jake exclaimed as he walked into the room with a bag of cocaine in hand. “While you were busy tickling the ivories on your computers, I was doing a bust. Cocaine!” Y/N chuckled softly at the voice he made before Jake handed the cocaine over to an officer. “Thanks, Lucius,” he said.

Jake’s eyes then flickered around the office as he looked for someone, finally stopping once he caught sight of Y/N. Jake grinned and walked over to the girl before giving her a quick kiss in greeting and wrapping his arm around her waist.

“He ran, I pursued. Whole thing turned into an awesome car chase,” Jake said, obviously trying to impress his girlfriend. Y/N knew better than to think that was the actual story, but she just entertained the boy by looking impressed.

“Well, at least you’re done early, so you have time to go home and change for Y/N and I’s Thanksgiving dinner,” Amy said.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to object to coming, but Y/N was quick to stop him with a kiss. She pulled away and the boy instantly smiled at her with a dreamy expression on his face.

“Please come,” Y/N whispered as she gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. “Please. For me?”

Jake frowned slightly, his eyes flickering over the girl’s face. “I know what you’re trying to do and let me just say that is manipulative,” he said as he pointed a finger at her.

“Please? All you have to do is dress up,” Y/N said as she walked over to her desk and sat down. “Ugh. Why do we have to dress up for Thanksgiving?” Jake asked. “I don’t even celebrate that stuff. The whole holiday is based on overeating. We should be wearing velvet track suits and diapers.”

“Jacket and tie,” Amy insisted. “Rosa’s even wearing her formal leather jacket.” The three looked over to said woman who nodded, “It’s the one without any blood on it.”

“You’re gonna dress up, and you’re gonna give a toast about what you’re thankful for. Start preparing,” Amy told him. “Oh, I prefer not to prepare for my roasts. I just wing ‘em like scat jazz,” Jake said before beginning to imitate jazz. Y/N shook her head, a small smile on her face as she stared at the man who had stolen her heart.

Amy gave the girl a look and Y/N was quick to look away, knowing that Amy (and everyone else in the precinct) just wanted her to tell Jake that she loved him already, the one thing the two hadn’t done since they started dating.

“Are we singing?” Scully asked, breaking Amy’s gaze away from Y/N which the girl was silently thankful for. “No, no, no, no,” Jake said in a rushed voice, but Scully didn’t seem to notice and began to sing some opera.

Realizing there was no stopping the man, Jake looked to Amy and Y/N. “I’m not dressing up for your party,” he whispered.

“But you’ll come?” Y/N asked in a hopeful voice. Jake’s eyes flickered over to the girl before he hesitantly nodded his head. “Fine, I’ll come,” he said. “But I’m not dressing up!”

And with that, the man was rushing off leaving Y/N to do a little happy dance. Part one of her plan was complete.

Jake Peralta was officially coming to the Thanksgiving dinner.

- - -

By the time the Thanksgiving dinner had arrived, Y/N was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. She had arrived early to help Amy set up everything seeing as Amy had been kind enough to make all the food and Y/N had been waiting and watching as their friends began to trickle in.

It was only when she got a text from Jake saying that he was there that Y/N sprinted over to the door and opened it up, coming face to face with her boyfriend.

“Wow,” Jake whispered breathlessly as he stared at the girl in front of him who stood in a black sweater dress that fit her just right and black boots to match. Y/N blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear while Jake looked her up and down. “You look gorgeous, L/N.”

Y/N smiled softly, but it faltered slightly as she took in the man’s appearance. He was really set on not dressing up. Instead of a nice shirt and tie like Y/N and Amy had told him, Jake had gone out of the way to do the exact opposite, wearing one of his usual plaid shirts with a blue jacket over it. Even the tie he wore to work had been purposefully taken off much to Y/N’s dismay.

“Thanks. You look. . .um. . .comfy?” Y/N muttered. Jake smiled, not noticing the small amount of hurt in her eyes. “Thanks, that’s what I was going for. I was being serious when I said I wasn’t going to dress up,” Jake reminded her.

“I can see that. Uh. . .come on in,” Y/N told him. Jake nodded and entered the small apartment before asking, “You sure this is Amy’s place? It looks like my grandma lives here.”

Y/N gently whacked the man who smirked and looked to her. His smirk fell slightly when she noticed how she looked out of it and he frowned before putting a hand on her arm. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Jake asked.

“Oh, my God, Amy, that’s so cool that you still live with your grandmother,” Gina said, interrupting the conversation the two had been having and saving Y/N from Jake’s question. “I live alone. This is my stuff. I like quilts,” Amy told her with a shrug.

“Stop. Each sentence is getting sadder,” Gina said. “It looks like you live on the set of Murder, She Wrote,” Rosa commented.

“Well, I gotta say, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, the football game’s not on, so I can still watch it later at home. And it’s kind of cool to visit a time before electricity was invented,” Jake teased.

Amy frowned and reached for a stack of papers with a sigh, “I have to practice my toast.” “Woah, Amy. How long is that?” Y/N asked, her eyes wide. “Eight pages,” Amy responded.

“Single-spaced?” Jake questioned. “Double-sided,” Amy added. “Santiago style,” Y/N and Jake muttered making Amy crack a small smile while the couple chuckled.

Jake wrapped an arm around Y/N waist and was about to question her about earlier when Terry interrupted. “Mm-hmm. Hey, excuse me. Can we please eat? My body is starting to digest itself. Terry needs nutrients,” he said.

“No eating until the Captain gets here,” Amy told him. “Okay? Sorry.” “Don’t apologize. I’d rather spend Thanksgiving at your house than with my sister,” Rosa muttered. “It’s so pleasant and boring. But, Holt, at your house, surrounded by these idiots? Guaranteed train wreck. Thanks for the invite, Amy and Y/N.”

The doorbell rang, breaking the conversation and making Amy tense up. “He’s here! Okay, he’s here, everybody. Be cool. Hitchcock, why do you have your shirt off?” Amy asked and the whole room looked to the man who was sitting shirtless beside Scully.

“Can’t spill food on your shirt if you’re not wearing one,” Hitchcock replied. Amy shook her head slightly and rushed over to the door.

Sensing that Jake wanted to talk, Y/N looked to her boyfriend and said, “I’m gonna go help Amy and make sure she doesn’t ramble too much.” Jake didn’t even get a chance to say anything back before Y/N was rushing after Amy.

The two friends opened the door to see Captain Holt standing there. “Captain Holt,” Amy greeted. “Happy Thanksgiving, Sir,” Y/N said with a smile. “Happy Thanksgiving. Your apartment was very easy to locate,” Holt told Amy.

“Thank you so much. You look beautiful,” Amy said. Y/N facepalmed and looked to Amy who frowned at her word choice. “Weirdest conversation ever,” Jake called out. “Nice work, you three.”

Y/N sent her boyfriend a small glare while he just winked at her. The girl sighed and clapped her hands together. “How about we eat?” Y/N suggested. “Yes, please!” Terry practically yelled.

The group all chuckled and made their way over to their seats. Y/N was still a little upset and hurt by Jake, but it all washed away when he pulled her seat out for her and made sure she was all situated before sitting beside her, taking her hand in his almost immediately.

Y/N smiled lovingly at the boy and kissed his cheek before Amy cleared her throat to gain everyone’s attention. “Before we eat, I’d like everyone to go around and say what they’re thankful for this year,” Amy said.

“I’ll go,” Y/N announced before she stood up, grabbing ahold of her drink. “First of all, I just wanted to thank you all for coming. It really means a lot to me and Amy that you all came. I guess I’ll start by saying that I’m thankful for each of you. The move from my last precinct was pretty hard for me, but with all of your help, you all made it a whole lot easier. I never expected to create so many friendships or to find someone who I am lucky enough to call my boyfriend, let alone find a group of people who would become like a family to me. So I guess I just want you all to know that I’m thankful for everything you all have done and for the family you all have given me. To you all.”

Everyone was smiling by then, even Jake who hadn’t taken his eyes off of the girl since she sat next to him. Y/N held her drink up in the air and the others did as well before everyone took a sip of their drink. Y/N sat down and Amy looked around the table to see if anyone else wanted to go.

Jake let out a sigh and grabbed ahold of his beer bottle. “Fine, I’ll go next. I am thankful that Thanksgiving only comes once a year. People stuff themselves, and then at midnight they run to appliance stores and trample each other to death. It’s a garbage holiday.” Jake sniffled and pretended as if he were about to cry. “I’m sorry. I just get emotional when I talk about how bogus Thanksgiving is.”

Y/N frowned and set her drink down on the table while Amy scoffed and muttered, “I’ll just go. I actually prepared a little something.”

“You did?” Jake asked in fake shock, but Amy ignored him.

“When I was a little girl, playing cops and robbers. . .” Amy began, but was cut off by the sound of someone’s cellphone ringing. That person happened to be Holt who quickly stood up and went to take the call. “Excuse me. Please. Continue, Santiago,” Holt told her.

A panicked look appeared on Amy’s face as she sisd, “Or I could wait.” “No waiting, just toasting. I want you to toast. Now I wanna eat toast. Give me some toast!” Terry exclaimed.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Holt muttered before walking into the room. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and looked to the group. “I have to head back to the precinct.”

“No. Why?” Amy asked. “Someone stole ten thousand dollars from the evidence lockup,” Holt explained. “That’s awful,” Y/N said at the same time her boyfriend exclaimed, “Yes! Oh, awesome.”

He stood up while everyone looked to him confused. “Why is that awesome?” Holt asked. “It’s a case,” Jake explained. “You said I could hop on any case that came up. It’s a Thanksgiving miracle!”

“Wait, Jake. Do you really have to go? I actually kind of wanted you to-“ Y/N began, but he was already grabbing his jacket. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll see you later, okay?” Jake asked as he bent down to peck her cheek. He then stood up and grinned at the whole group. “Have fun, you guys. Let’s roll!”

And with that, Jake and Holt were walking out the door, leaving the rest of the squad watching after them.

A deflated look crossed Y/N’s face and she looked back to see everyone watching her sadly. “What?” Y/N asked. “We’re sorry. We know how much you were trying to get Jake to like Thanksgiving,” Charles said.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s no big deal,” she said as she forced a smile. “He doesn’t like Thanksgiving and that’s that.”

That was a lie and everyone could tell just from the look in her eyes. It was a huge deal for Y/N, even if it was just a stupid holiday and Jake hadn’t even made an effort to enjoy it for her. Y/N let her eyes drop down to her empty plate, ignoring the looks everyone was still giving her.

“Let’s eat.”

- - -

Y/N let out a small sigh as she put her head in her hands. This could not be happening.

After Jake and Holt and left, the squad had discovered that Amy didn’t know how to cook and that all of the food was disgusting, so the dinner had been ruined.

Wanting to fix it, Charles has suggested going to bar, but they had all been kicked out within minutes of being there. Now they were back the precinct, still all dressed up and still all starving, and Terry was trying to get to Scully’s secret food stash that was hidden away in the ceiling.

How it had come to this? Y/N wasn’t sure. But the one thing she was sure about was that this Thanksgiving was the worst one she had ever had. Maybe it was because she had been trying too hard to get Jake to like it. Maybe that had been her first mistake. After all, if she couldn’t even get her boyfriend to want to stay, then how could she expect to be able to host a great Thanksgiving dinner?

“Sarge, am I too heavy?” Charles asked, breaking Y/N away from the wallowing in her own self-pity that she had just been doing. She lifted her head up and let an amused smile break out onto her face once she caught sight of Charles sitting on Terry’s shoulders.

“No,” Terry answered the man. He then looked to Scully, a fire in his eyes. “Where is it?” “There, the one with the water stain,” Scully said. “There’s a lot of food up there?” Terry asked. “Yeah, it’s a smorgasbord,” Scully assured him.

Y/N perked up slightly as she watched Charles reach for the ceiling tile. Maybe Thanksgiving could still be saved?

However, Y/N was proven wrong when the tile slipped from Charles hands and fell to the ground, revealing old wrappers and rats. Everyone let out screams while Y/N groaned, feeling tears begin to prick her eyes. “Of course,” she muttered to herself. “Of freaking course.”

All she had wanted was to spend her favorite holiday with the man she loved and her new family and now not only had their dinner been ruined three times, but Jake had been gone the whole night just so he could skip out on Thanksgiving.

That plan she had? Yeah, that had pretty much gone out the window.

“I think the rats got to it,” Scully said. “You think?” Terry asked. “This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened,” Rosa muttered as she smiled at the rats.

Not being able to take anymore, Y/N shook her head and stood up with a sniffle. She wiped at her nose and quickly picked up what purse. “Okay, it’s over,” she said defeatedly. “I’m sorry everyone’s Thanksgiving was ruined. You all can go home now, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Y/N, wait,” Amy called out, but the girl shook her head and looked around at her friends with tear filled eyes. “No, it’s fine. Thanksgiving is over. It’s dead. It was a bust. Just. . .I’ll see you all tomorrow,” Y/N muttered before turning on her heels and beginning to walk out.

“Y/N!” Charles called after her, but the girl was already gone.

- - -

“The money was still in the bookie’s safe. All the numbers match. Let’s head back to Santiago and L/N’s party,” Holt announced as he put the money into his jacket.

Jake frowned. He had been able to miss out on the party because of the case, but now that it was solved, what was his excuse?

Thinking for a moment, the man turned to Holt and gave him a small shake of his head. “Ah, no thanks. I think I’m gonna head home and watch the football game, which was ruined for me!” He yelled as he glared at the men they had just arrested.

“What’s your problem with celebrating Thanksgiving?” Holt asked. “It’s a sucky holiday,” Jake replied. “It’s always sucked. My mom worked. My dad was gone. And I sat at home, watching football.”

“Look, Jake. I came from a very formal family. My parents were not especially affectionate,” Holt told him. “Really? ‘Your Honor’ wasn’t a big snuggler?” Jake asked in amusement.

Holt ignored the man and continued, “But the beauty of being an adult is that you can make a new family with new traditions.” “Well, that’s nice, Captain, but I don’t have a new family yet, so I guess I’m stuck with my awesome old traditions,” Jake said as he turned to walk away.

Holt looked at him confused. “Even L/N?” He asked. Jake blinked abefore turning to look at the Captain. “What about her?” Jake questioned.

“She helped plan this whole night just for you and you don’t think she did that because she cares about you? Because she thinks of you as family?” Holt asked.

Jake blinked in surprise. “She what?” He questioned, not believing that Y/N would plan the night just for him.

“Peralta,” Holt sighed. “L/N planned this whole night for you so that she could show you how fun Thanksgiving can be. It’s her favorite holiday and all she wanted to do was share it with you, to show you how much it meant to her and how much it could mean to you if you let it.”

Jake shook his head. “I don’t think you get it, Captain. Y/N wouldn’t do something like that for me,” he told the man. “You sure about that?” Holt asked as he titled his head slightly.

He didn’t give time for Jake to answer before he sighed and turned to walk away. “Okay. I’ll tell the squad you couldn’t make it.” Holt then walked away leaving Jake by himself.

“Thank you,” Jake muttered, but instead of feeling even the tiniest bit grateful, all he felt was guilty for ruining the night that the girl he loved had planned for him.

“There’s no way,” Jake whispered to himself. Why would Y/N do something like that for him? Still. . .Jake let out a sigh of frustration before hurrying out the door and heading towards his apartment.

After all, he had to change into something nice if he wanted to make it up to his girlfriend, right?

- - -

“I’m here! I’m here!” Jake exclaimed as he walked into the meeting room where the group was all about to chow down on their Thanksgiving meal of foreign foods.

The squad all cheered while Jake, now fully dressed in a suit and tie, smiled and walked over to an empty seat. “Finally something to actually be thankful for.”

“What are you wearing?” Rosa asked in amusement. “Y/N and Santiago said to dress up, so. . .” Jake trailed off as he gestured towards his outfit. “Although, I did it mostly for Y/N. Okay, it was one hundred percent for Y/N.”

“I’d expect as much,” Santiago said. “Well, you look beautiful. That’s my thing now. I’m just owning it.” Jake gave her a grateful smile before his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find the eyes of the one person he really needed to apologize for.

A frown formed on his face once he came up empty handed. “Where’s Y/N?” Jake asked.

The whole squad fell silent and looked down at their plates, trying to avoid the man’s gaze. Jake frowned more and looked to his best friend. “Boyle?” He asked.

Charles looked up at his friend as a guilty look flashed across his face. “She went home,” he suddenly blurted out. Jake looked at the man confused before looking at everyone else for confirmation. “She what?” He asked.

Amy sighed. “She was upset about the whole Thanksgiving thing not going the way she had planned and you leaving, so she went home,” Amy explained.

“And you let her? Even when she was upset?” Jake asked as he quickly stood up. “You’re the one who left her!” Amy shouted in defense.

Jake frowned, knowing that she was right. He was silent for a minute as he tried to think of what to do before he let out a small gasp. Jake then looked to Charles and smiled.

“Boyle, can I borrow some of this food?”

- - -

Y/N stared blankly at the bowl of ice cream that sat in front of her, a million emotions running through her head as she did so.

By now she had ditched her dress for a pair of her comfiest sweatpants and one of Jake’s shirts that she had stolen the last time she was at his place. And as the events of the night continued to haunt her, Y/N began to stuff her face with ice cream, hoping to eat away her feelings and somehow make herself feel better.

Her therapeutic eating didn’t last long before there was a knock on the door. Frowning, Y/N reached over and turned on the TV in an attempt to drown out the knocking and get the person to leave.

However, the knocking only grew louder and more persistent the longer she took and she eventually let out a sigh as she reluctantly turned the TV off and went to the front door.

She threw open the door without a second thought, not caring about her appearance enough to even attempt to look somewhat decent. This was a mistake on her part and Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight of Jake Peralta standing before her dressed up in a nice suit and tie, a strong contrast from the clothes he had been wearing the last time she saw him.

“Jake,” Y/N whispered out in surprise. “What. . .what are you doing here?”

Jake’s eyes scanned over the girl and Y/N started to grow self conscious as she seemed to curl into herself in an attempt to hide how awful she looked. Jake only smiled and let his eyes lock with hers as he stared at her like he always did, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He then held up a small paper bag and Y/N was instantly hit with the smell of spices and something that she didn’t recognize but that had her mouth watering. “I brought food,” he said as if it answered everything.

Y/N watched him with weary eyes before smiling softly and taking a step back. “Come on in,” she told him making the boy smile as he did as she said. As he walked in, Y/N took the time to take a good look at Jake. “You’re wearing a suit,” she commented.

“Yeah, someone once told me that you’re supposed to dress up for Thanksgiving meals like this, but it seems I overdressed,” Jake teasingly said as he looked to the girl.

“Damn, I forgot I was wearing this. I. . .I’ll just go change real quick and we-“ Y/N began as she went to walk away, but Jake was quick to grab her wrist and halt her in her tracks.

“You look stunning as always, Y/N,” he assured her. Y/N softened slightly at that and felt herself relax as she looked at the boy. He blushed under her gaze and looked to the floor.

“Listen, I. . .I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting about this whole Thanksgiving thing. I never really had a family to celebrate with, so it was hard for me to come to terms with the fact that now I do. You put in all this effort to help me have a nice Thanksgiving for once and I was a jerk and I’m sorry. Then there was the whole thing with the toast earlier and how I was rude after you had just said a nice toast. I’m sorry for that too.”

“What I really should’ve said was how thankful I am for you. You’ve made me a better person since the day we met and have given me everything without expecting anything in return. I’m so thankful for you, Y/N, and I’m sorry I don’t tell you that as much as I should. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to have that Thanksgiving dinner with you now. And I promise I won’t be rude or try and leave before it’s over,” Jake said.

He let his eyes flicker back up to her and he frowned slightly once he noticed the tears in her eyes. “You’re crying. Why are you crying? What did I do?” Jake asked, his voice coming out rushed and in a panic.

Y/N just smiled at the boy and shook her head at him before grabbing onto his tie and pulling him forward. Jake blinked in surprise at the sudden proximity and Y/N smiled lovingly at him before whispering, “I love you, Jake Peralta.”

Jake’s mouth fell open in shock before a goofy grin appeared on his face. “I knew it,” he whispered teasingly making the girl give him a look. Jake chuckled and leaned in slightly so that their lips were almost touching. “I love you too, Y/N. Always and forever,” he said.

Y/N smiled before tugging the boy the extra inch closer, resulting in their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. They kissed for only a moment before Jake was relucnatntly pulling away.

“As much as I would love to keep kissing you and declaring my undying love for you, I just drove fifteen minutes here and the food is already starting to get cold,” Jake pointed out.

Y/N chuckled and leaned forward to peck the boy’s lips. “Then let’s get this food out and start eating! I’m starving!” Y/N exclaimed.

Jake let out a small laugh and pointed at the girl as she began to walk away. “I knew I loved you for a reason,” he muttered.

Y/N just winked at him in response before holding a hand it for him. He quickly took it and smiled in adoration at the girl as she began to walk them towards the dining room.

It was only when they got to the table and Y/N began to put the food out that Jake whispered, “Happy Thanksgiving, Y/N.”

The girl stopped in her tracks and looked back at the boy with a huge grin on her face. She leaned in and gave him a small kiss, a kiss that had him blushing slightly and smiling that goofy and dazed smile of his.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Jake.”