#that being said the person who was like 'i will eat their takeout no question and if they complain i'll just cook them something' BOI

[solitarelee]

This isn't worth reblogging it again to point out but the number of people talking about cooking and leftovers on that post really highlight the average reading comprehension on the site as it specifies takeout and purchased within the first five words.

[sweetbans29]

Come On Now - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Caitlin being super proud you are her wife (based off of THIS request)

Warnings: fluff, Caitlin as wife

Word Count: 2.4k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Hope you all enjoy!

It is the night of the draft and you could not be more excited for Caitlin. The two of you had been anticipating this night for weeks now and it has finally arrived.

You were currently with her family as she was getting ready for one of the biggest nights of her life. The two of you are texting back and forth - both excited and nervous about how the night is about to unfold. There is no doubt that she will be drafted, but knowing that this also holds a big shift to both of your lives is what has you nervous with anticipation of what that looks like. As you text her, you keep her updated on how her family is doing. In return, she sends photos of her getting ready.

She is being dressed by Prada which is sort of a big deal. The two of you talked about it the night before. Caitlin was super excited to be sporting a boxy satin blazer and matching satin pants. The two of you were eating takeout in your shared hotel room and she was telling you about it. She also mentioned how she was going to be wearing a sequined crop top under the blazer. You knew she was going to look amazing regardless of what she was wearing. The two of you spent the night talking about how your journey got to this point.

You met Caitlin in high school and ended up going to college together. It was in college that your relationship really grew into one that eventually led to marriage. The two of you got married the summer before senior year in the backyard of your childhood home. It was a smaller wedding that really only had family and some close friends. It was perfect for the two of you.

Caitlin's game senior year took off as she began breaking records and drawing massive attention to women's basketball. It made for a very interesting first year of marriage but everything that the two of you faced only grew your relationship.

As you arrive at the draft, you meet up with some of Caitlin's teammates and grab a few drinks. Once her family arrives, you connect with them to take your seats at Caitlin's table. You shoot Caitlin a text saying you all made it and can't wait to see her. They had tableside service for all of the people at the player's tables while the girls were arriving on the orange carpet. They came around offering some pretty tasty apps. The last message you sent Caitlin is that you saved her a few of the appetizers in a napkin just in case they stopped serving them before she got there.

Meanwhile, Caitlin is making her way down the orange carpet getting stopped by all sorts of questions.

"Caitlin, who do you got winning a 3-point contest? Yourslef blindfolded or a prime Shaq?" The interviewer asks and Cait lets out a little laugh.

"Shaq," she says without hesitation.

"Really?" The interviewer asks.

"Yeah I mean I - blindfolded is crazy. I can't see the rim. Shaq, I'll let Shaq take that." Caitlin says with confidence.

She thanks the interviewer and heads to the next. Before she is out of earshot, she hears the interviewer tell one of the other girls that everyone said Caitlin Clark, and the only person who said Shaq was Caitlin herself.

When she heads to the next, they hand her a mini ESPN mic for her to use to answer.

"How many unread text messages do you have right now?" The interviewer asks as Caitlin pulls out her phone.

"33 right now, not bad." She says as she gets a glimpse of who has been texting her.

"Who is the last person who has texted or called you?" The interviewer asks hoping the girl in front of her would be willing to share.

"The last person to text me was..." She looks at her phone and lets out an uncontrolled laugh. She sees your message about saving her some food in a napkin. "It's a text from my wife," Caitlin says without thinking much about it. "She texted me letting me know that she saved me some of the appetizers they were serving just in case I don't get there in time." Your wife was full-on exposing you right now and you had no idea.

The interviewer has so many more questions as this is the first time Caitlin has ever mentioned anything about a wife in any interview that they know of up to this point and they want to ask more about the subject but Caitlin is ushered to move on.

A few of the interviewers around her begin to crowd her and ask her about her comment about her wife. Caitlin was not expecting that to be such a surprise as it has never been a secret. But it has also never been explicitly stated.

The girl that was posted with Caitlin to keep her moving decides it is too much for the space and leads Caitlin inside. Once they are out of the orange carpet she turns to Caitlin.

"Well that was a fun announcement," she says leading her to her table and to you.

"It's not a secret or anything," Cait says not really understanding the weight of her comment.

"It's not bad, just be prepared to get more questions regarding her." Caitlin just shrugs and begins to look for you and her family.

Once she sees you, you stand to greet her. She goes to hug her parents and brothers first then does a little waddle up to you and allows you to wrap her in your arms.

It is how she always walks up to you - almost childlike. It is one of your favorite things ever. It is even better right now because she is wearing a little heel which makes her even taller than she already is. Your arms wrap around her neck and her arms come wrap around your torso.

As you sit, you are excited to pass her the food you saved for her. You grab it from the napkin and put it in front of her. She laughs at how excited you are about this out of all things on this night, you are excited about this.

"So I may or may not have just let the world know that we are married," she says as she takes a bite of the bread.

"It's not like we were hiding it," you say with a little laugh.

"That's what I was saying, but the girl who was guiding me through the carpet said that was some groundbreaking news," Caitlin says with a shrug. You shrug as well as you lean over to give her a little peck before taking a piece of her bread.

"Hey! You saved this for me," she says trying to keep the rest of the food away from you.

"Yes but you love me and I love bread," you say leaning into your girl and trying to get another bite. Caitlin folds as she brings the bread to you so you can take a bite.

"You are unbelievable," Caitlin says as she brings you into her and kisses your head.

Caitlin is the first one drafted, heading to the Indiana Fever. This is what you and the family were expecting and are beyond ecstatic when her name is called. After hugging everyone at the table she heads up. When she walks off the stage she heads to a press table.

"Caitlin, Caitlin! You are the first to be drafted tonight, how are you feeling?" One of the interviewers asks.

"I feel great," she starts. "This night means so much to me and it overall just an emotional night. I have dreamed about getting here and now that it is happening, I am just trying to soak it all in and not rush through any of it."

"Caitlin, you mentioned earlier that you have a wife. This was news to a lot of us, is she excited about how tonight unfolded?" Another reporter asks.

"Ya, she is super pumped that we will be going to Indiana. There is a lot of opportunity for both of us there. She has been my biggest supporter since high school so being here now and knowing she is with me when I head into the WNBA, there is no feeling like it." Caitlin answers.

There are a few more questions asked before she heads back and is taken to other interviews and press moments. The night comes to a close at a restaurant with friends.

While you are there, Caitlin and you end up taking some cute photos which both of you end up posting. You weren't going to miss the opportunity to show off your hot wife in a Prada suit.

Over the next few weeks, the media goes absolutely insane with Cailtin coming out and saying she has a wife. Your social media has blown up and the amount of posts that have appeared with you and Caitlin in them has been insane. It was really neat to see how much love Caitlin's fan base has but at the same time - you have had to limit yourself because even with all the love, there has also been so much hate.

Caitlin's first game is tonight. You are incredibly thankful that it is a home game. You look forward to getting to travel to see your girl play but for her first one, there is just something special about being in their new home that makes it even more exciting.

You decide to sport Caitlin's new Indiana Fever jersey to the game. When you get there you join in with the other wives and significant others. You are thankful when Danielle comes over and takes you to sit with her.

Seeing how Erica Wheeler has taken Caitlin in during training, it was only fitting that her wife Daniella take you in when it came to supporting their wives at games.

The game starts and Cait is locked in, not a nerve seen on her face or in her body. Her whole career was prepping her for this moment.

Your leg taps as you watch your girl do what she does best, dominate on the court. During the first quarter, Caitlin puts up 10 points - 6 of them from deep threes. It is something else seeing her play at this level.

The second quarter isn't much different, she puts up another 3, this time from the logo. Classic. You stand and cheer her on as she really feeling herself which brings you so much pride.

The third quarter is when things really start to heat up, she has 4 assists in this quarter alone. Not only that but she puts up 2 threes - both from pretty deep, taking a foul on one. She seems unstoppable and the crowd is eating it up.

In the fourth quarter, the defense guards her harder, but Caitlin being Caitlin reads the game and is able to be the playmaker during this quarter. She uses her team, passes well, and makes plays happen. She gets one final 3 from the logo to close out the game.

The Fever takes the win and the crowd comes down to the court.

You make your way to the court, looking for Caitlin. She finds you before you find her. And when she does, she brings you into the biggest hug, squeezing all the air you had in you out. You tap her shoulder to signal for her to release you. When she does, you lean back and give her the same look you have since high school. It is the 'I am so proud of you' look that holds so much love for the girl. She smiles at you and you let her go to celebrate with her team.

You make your way to the tunnel with Danielle.

"So how does it feel mama?" Danielle asks, knowing there is nothing like the first game.

"Exhilarating," you say. "There is never a time she doesn't make me proud."

"She sure makes her presence known in the WNBA, I am looking forward to how she continues to push us on the map," Danielle says as she walks you into a room that is playing the press conference.

Caitlin comes in and sits in between Aliyah and Erica. A smile plastered on her face.

"Caitlin! Caitlin, you just came in and dominated in your first WNBA game. What was going through your head?" One of the reporters asks.

"Uhh well, I came here to play and that is exactly what I did." Caitlin puts it plainly.

"You came in and made a statement for sure. You played tremendously - what had you playing the way you did?" Another reporter asks.

"Well, my pretty little lady was in the stands. You know I had to go out there and give my all for her, come on now," she says with a little smirk. "That's how I got her attention in college and can't lose it now, gotta keep her coming back."

Caitlin says this and it causes you to laugh. She talks like you have an option of not coming to watch her.

The reporters continue to ask questions to the team. When they are done with press and get to come back to head out for the night. YOu meet Cait.

"Hey babe," your wife says as she approaches you. She brings you to her side and kisses the top of your head.

"So you gotta keep me coming back, eh?" You ask her, pointing at her first post-game press conference. She shakes her head and hides her face in your neck, placing a little kiss just under your ear. When she brings her face out, you see the slightest blush grace her cheeks.

"Well ya, don't want you getting bored," Caitlin says, slightly embarrassed at what she said.

"CC, I will never get over watching you," you say as you take her hand into yours.

"Good," she says and walks you out of the stadium.

"I married you didn't I?" You say teasing her. "But I hope you never stop trying to impress me."

She lets your hand go, bringing you into her side again wanting to be closer to you.

"How did I get so lucky with you?" Caitlin asks.

"You shot multiple logo threes in high school to shut up a crowd of boys," you say giving her side a little poke.

She laughs the most adorable laugh and takes you home.

AN: I really like the idea of cute Caitlin. Please let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[fullsunstrawberry]

a little crush

synopsis: being friends with Intak is awesome and often you get invited to hang out during practice. However, the guys have noticed Jongseob's close relationship with you. His behavior around you seems different, but the catch is you only like older guys… 

genre: friends to lovers, angst, fluff ending

warnings: swearing and third person when reader isn't there

word count: 6.8k

[piwon masterlist]

a/n: trying out a new format,, let me know if you like it!! <3

"Intak, are you still inviting your friend to practice?" Theo asked as the group entered the practice room.

"As long as Keeho is still fine with it!" All eyes turned toward Keeho, awaiting his response.

"Quit staring! Of course, she can come..." He dismissed their gazes with a wave. "But only if you all work hard, no slacking off," Keeho glanced at Soul, prompting a laugh and a shrug from him.

"I've already got the choreography down!" Soul defended.

"I've already texted her. She's on her way with food!" Intak cheered.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The group eagerly got started, trying to get everything down before y/n arrived. Already knowing some of the members would get distracted.

Intak’s phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly checked it. “She’s here!” He announced, rushing to the door to greet her.

With a warm smile, you entered the practice room, carrying bags of takeout. The delicious smell filled the air, making everyone’s stomachs growl. Keeho couldn’t help but smirk knowing he was right, everyone was gonna be distracted.

Before everyone sat down to eat, you made sure to give everyone a small hug as a greeting. Jongseob quickly fixed his hair in the mirror before walking over to you with a smile on his face.

“You brought food again, y/n? You’re a lifesaver!” Jongseob exclaimed, his eyes shining with gratitude. You chuckled at his enthusiasm and started unpacking the bags. You started to hand out the food, making sure everyone had their favorite dishes before settling down yourself.

Before you could even choose where to sit, Jongseob already patted the spot next to him. You settled down next to Jongseob, smiling at him before opening your own takeout.

“You need to try this, It’s so good!” Jongseob held up his chopsticks to your face. Without a second thought, you opened your mouth and let him feed you.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing! Next time I need to get some”

“Here have some of mine,” Jongseob took his takeout out box and shoved some of his food onto yours. In protest you try to move your plate away but stopped because you didn’t want to spill anything, “You’re the one who needs to eat, You’re a growing boy!” You laughed, teasing him with a giggle.

Jongseob rolled his eyes, reaching for another piece of food to offer you. "You paid for it," he said with a grin. You both continued to share food, laughing and chatting animatedly with each other. The rest of the group watched in amusement, some exchanging knowing glances with each other.

You stood up and excused yourself, wanting something from the vending machine. Jongseob also stood up and called out he was going to.

Once you two were out of the practice room, everyone looked around silently. Until Theo broke it, “So does he like her or something?”

Keeho chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, definitely. Have you seen the way he looks at her? It's written all over his face."

Jiung leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's about time he made a move. They're perfect for each other."

Soul nodded in agreement, "I've never seen Jongseob act this way around anyone before. It's pretty obvious he's into her."

Keeho nudged intak, getting him to look up from his phone, “What about her, you think she likes him?”

Intak looked a little stunned, “Y/n and Jongseob?” He questioned “No, y/n’s not into younger guys”

Everyone groaned, “HEY! I’m just being honest, she probably sees him as a younger brother…” Intak defended himself.

The group continued their conversation, each member sharing their thoughts on Jongseob and your relationship. Despite Intak's insistence that you only saw Jongseob as a younger brother, Keeho couldn't help but notice the way you always laughed at Jongseob’s jokes, and how your eyes sparkled when you talked to him. It was obvious to him that there was something more between you two.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you and Jongseob reentered the room, laughing about something only the two of you knew. The group quickly composed themselves, trying to act nonchalant. You resumed your seat next to Jongseob, who was still grinning from whatever joke he had shared with you.

As you settled back in, Jongseob leaned in slightly, his voice low as he spoke only to you. "Hey, y/n, do you maybe want to hang out after practice? Just the two of us?" He glanced nervously at the rest of the group, who were now doing a terrible job of pretending not to eavesdrop.

“Sure, there’s this new night café I want to check out.” You smiled already pulling up your phone to check the time they close. “I’ll pay, my treat!” You grinned, delusional about the fact he wanted this hangout to be different.

“No, I’m gonna pay this time” Jongseob shook his head.

“It’s no big deal, I’m paying!” You argued.

Jongseob chuckled, a fond look in his eyes as he gazed at you. He reached over and gently took your hand, causing a hush to fall over the room as the group watched in anticipation. "Y/n, let me treat you this time," he insisted with a soft smile. You hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, a warm feeling spreading through your chest at his gesture. The rest of the group exchanged excited glances, knowing that this hangout might just be the push their friend needed to take your relationship to the next level.

“Okay, that’s enough! Time to get back to practice.” Keeho shouted, trying to get everyone’s attention and causing Jongseob to jump slightly at the voice of another person.

You laugh and go to sit in the corner of the room, where you normally sit to watch everyone dance. You locked eyes with Jongseob’s and he gave you a smile before focusing on what Keeho was saying.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“Okay, everyone take a little break. No longer than 5 minutes!” Keeho yelled, his voice already sounding tired.

You looked up from your phone and noticed Intak making his way towards you.

You smiled up at him as he started to sit down. “Am I in trouble? You don’t look so happy…”

Intak sighed, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Intak hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It's about Jongseob," he finally blurted out.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What about him?" you asked, your heart rate picking up a notch.

Intak cleared his throat, looking somewhat uncomfortable. "I know you see him as a younger brother, but I've noticed something... between you two. And I think he might have feelings for you." He paused, gauging your reaction.

You felt a rush of emotions flood through you - surprise, uncertainty, and maybe even hope but you wouldn’t admit it. "Jongseob?" you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the idea.

Intak nodded solemnly. "Yeah. And I think you should consider how you feel about him too."

Before you could respond, the rest of the group began filtering back into the room, laughter, and chatter filling your ears but it all sounded like ringing.

Before you could even think you stood up and gathered your things. “Um, sorry guys but I need to go home…I’m really tired!”

As you gathered your things in a rush, the group exchanged puzzled looks, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Intak watched you with a mix of concern and guilt, wondering if he had overstepped by bringing up Jongseob's feelings. Just as you were about to leave, Jongseob caught up to you at the door, his expression a mix of worry and confusion.

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Jongseob asked softly, placing a hand on your arm to stop you from leaving.

You turned to face him, trying to school your features into a neutral expression despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "Yeah, I'm just really exhausted. I think I need to rest for a bit."

Jongseob studied your face intently as if searching for any hint of what was truly going on in your mind. "Do you want me to walk you home?" he offered hesitantly.

A small part of you wanted to accept his offer but you shook your head no and mustered a small smile. "It's okay, Jongseob. I'll be fine. Thank you, though," you replied softly, avoiding his gaze.

Jongseob's expression fell slightly at your refusal, but he nodded understandingly.

"Alright, just take care of yourself, y/n. And remember, if you ever need anything, I'm here for you," he said sincerely.

You gave him a grateful look before slipping out the door, the cool night air hitting your face as you made your way home. Thoughts of Jongseob and Intak's words swirled in your mind, leaving you feeling more conflicted than ever.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Back in the practice room, everyone turned towards Intak. “What just happened?” Jiung muttered shocked.

Intak cleared his throat, his expression full of guilt. "I think I might have upset her," he admitted slowly, his eyes darting between the group members. But not having the courage to look at Jongseob.

“What did you say?” Jongseob’s voice was serious, never daring to use such a harsh tone of voice when speaking to someone older. But he didn't care right now.

Intak hesitated, feeling the weight of Jongseob's gaze on him. "I... I just mentioned that I noticed something between her and you. That maybe you have feelings for her," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jongseob's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with a mixture of emotions. He turned to look at Keeho, who gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, Jongseob finally spoke up, his voice trembling slightly.

"I-I do have feelings for her. I just never knew how to tell her," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The group fell silent, processing this new revelation. Jiung was the first to break the silence, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go after her!" he urged Jongseob, nudging him playfully.

But instead of encouraging him, he felt defeated. “I’m guessing by her reaction it wasn't mutual…”

Keeho placed a reassuring hand on Jongseob's shoulder, offering him a supportive smile.

"You never know until you try, Jongseob. Maybe she just needs some time to process everything. Don't give up just yet."

Jongseob shook his head in disagreement, “No, I should have known she wouldn't feel the same way.”

Feeling dejected, Jongseob sank down onto one of the practice room's chairs, his shoulders slumping in defeat. His mind was a whirlwind of regret and self-blame, wishing he had never let his feelings for you surface. The rest of the group exchanged concerned glances, unsure of what to do or say to lift their friend's spirits. Jiung cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air.

"You can't give up so easily, Jongseob. Sometimes things are more complicated than they seem," he offered softly, trying to offer some comfort. But Jongseob merely shook his head, his expression resigned.

"I've already caused enough trouble. I don't want to make things even more awkward between us," he mumbled, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A few moments of silence passed before Jongseob spoke again, “Can you guys just forget about it and leave me alone.” He huffed out putting his headphones on to escape the awkward atmosphere.

As Jongseob disappeared into his own world with his music, the rest of the group exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed. Keeho let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"This is a mess," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the tension in the room. Theo leaned back against the mirrored wall, crossing his arms thoughtfully.

"Maybe we should give them some space," he suggested, eyeing the door through which you had left earlier. Intak nodded in agreement, his expression still clouded with guilt over potentially causing this rift among friends.

"I'll talk to her later and try to clear things up," he promised, determination flickering in his eyes. With a shared understanding, the group dispersed quietly, each lost in their own thoughts and concerns for their friends. Outside in the cool night air, you walked slowly along the dimly lit streets, your mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions.

“Do you like jongseob…?”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-

You decided to sleep it off, for a while week… Just staying in bed and thinking, ignoring everyone's messages unless it was about work. Everything reminded you about Jongseob, you missed him.

As the days passed by in a haze of self-imposed solitude, you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between you and Jongseob. But the fear of risking your friendship held you back.

One evening, when the sun finally set, a soft knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. With a heavy heart, you dragged yourself out of bed to answer it.

To your surprise, it was Intak standing on your doorstep, looking sad yet determined.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his eyes full of regret.

You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty swirling in your mind. But seeing the sincerity in Intak's eyes, you nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Intak followed you into your living room, the air heavy.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said that day," Intak began, his voice laced with remorse. "I never meant to cause any trouble between you and Jongseob."

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. "It's okay, Intak. You were just trying to help."

There was a moment of silence before Intak continued, his words careful and sincere. "I know Jongseob's feelings for you are real.“

"He's been a mess since that day, blaming himself for everything. I've never seen him like this before, y/n," Intak confessed, his eyes pleading for understanding. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest, realizing the impact of your silence on Jongseob. Taking a deep breath, you finally found the courage to speak up.

“I care about him too, I just don’t know if it’s romantic feelings,” you admitted quietly.

Intak listened attentively, his eyes reflecting concern. He reached out a comforting hand towards you, offering silent support. After a moment of silence, you continued your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been avoiding the truth because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But hearing him so upset... it breaks my heart," you confessed, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Intak nodded understandingly, his expression softening. "Do you want to try and see where things go," he said gently.

“How?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Go on a date with him, just hang out in a different light.” Intak’s suggestion lingered in the air.

After a moment of silence, you nodded slowly, a newfound determination settling in your heart.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” you replied, surprising even yourself with the resolve in your voice. Intak’s eyes lit up with relief and a hint of excitement as he stood up, ready to relay the message to Jongseob.

As he made his way to the door, a surge of nervousness washed over you. “Make sure to get all dressed up” Intak winked before you scoffed and closed the door on him.

You would never admit that you ran to your closet to find the perfect outfit.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ TEXT MESSAGE ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

intake: be at the dorm, tomorrow at 6 😉😙

y/n: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CRIPTIC???

intake: jongsoeb is nervous 🤪

y/n: im nervous…

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Now how were you supposed to go to sleep, your heart was beating way too fast. The night felt like an eternity as you tossed and turned, unable to calm the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

Thoughts of Jongseob filled your mind, along with a fluttering mix of excitement and nervousness about what the next day might bring. Finally, sleep overtook you just as midnight hit.

As you got ready for the day, your hands shook slightly as you picked out a cute sundress that you had never worn before. It felt weird knowing the guys had never seen you in a dress. You never got dolled up to hang out with them. The minutes ticked by slowly until it was finally time to make your way to the dorm.

When the clock finally struck 6 pm, you found yourself standing in front of the dorm, heart pounding in your chest.

Knocking on the door you heard a bunch of whispers and what you think is Keeho shouting “Places everyone” Then the door opened.

Jongseob stood there looking at the ground. You took the moment to just look at him.

His usual demeanor was replaced with nervousness. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he finally met your gaze, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. You felt your own cheeks warm up in response to his shy smile.

"Hey," Jongseob greeted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... amazing."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his compliment, feeling a rush of courage wash over you. "You don't look too bad yourself," you teased playfully, earning a chuckle from him.

He then stepped aside and gestured you inside. As you looked around you saw Jiung dressed in a waiter's uniform.

“Table for two?” he asked, Jongseob nodded, Jiung gestured towards a beautifully set table in the living room, complete with candles and a vase of fresh flowers. You couldn't help but admire the effort that had been put into creating this special atmosphere. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over everything.

Jongseob pulled out a chair for you, you smiled at him as you took your seat.

Jiung played the part of the waiter perfectly, taking your orders with a mischievous glint in his eye. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you and Jongseob alone at the table.

You broke the silence by laughing, “What is happening!?”

Jongseob grinned at your laughter, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and happiness. "I may have enlisted some help to make this night special…Keeho didn’t want us to get spotted outside" he admitted, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at his gesture, appreciating the effort he had put into the evening.

"I really appreciate all of this," you smiled.

"You don't need to thank me," Jongseob replied, a shy smile still playing on his lips. "I just want to make things right between us."

Jiung reappeared with plates of delicious food, and the two of you enjoyed a makeshift dinner together in the cozy dorm room. Jongseob's eyes never strayed far from you, his gaze filled with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat.

“You look beautiful” Jongseob cleared his throat and looked at you.

Blushing at Jongseob's compliment, "Thank you," you replied softly, meeting his gaze.

You saw him playing with the dinner cloth, and with a burst of confidence, you softly grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Jongseob's eyes widened in surprise at first, but then a big smile spread across his face as he interlaced his fingers with yours.

You found yourself lost in his gaze, a tender moment passing between the two of you as if the world outside didn’t exist. The flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows on Jongseob's face, highlighting the soft curve of his smile and the sparkle in his eyes.

He stared into your eyes before his gaze lowered to your lips and lingered there, a silent question hanging in the air.

Your heart raced as you felt the intensity of his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, you leaned in slowly, your breath hitching with each passing second.

Just as your lips were about to meet his, a loud clatter from the kitchen broke the moment, causing both of you to jump apart in surprise. Jiung stumbled out carrying a dessert tray, looking sheepish as he apologized for the interruption. You couldn't help but laugh at the timing.

Jongseob chuckled softly, his eyes still locked onto yours with an unreadable expression. "I think Jiung should give us some privacy," he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You nodded in agreement, feeling a newfound ease settling between you and Jongseob. Just like how you always hung out.

As Jiung left the room with an apologetic smile, you and Jongseob were left alone once again. The tension that had been broken by the interruption seemed to still linger in the air.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me” You smiled, trying to meet his gaze once again.

Jongseob's eyes softened at your words, a small smile playing on his lips “That’s exactly why I'm nervous”

“Let’s watch something” You got up but kept your hand interlocked with his.

Settling down on the couch you leaned into him and handed him the remote. “Is Harry Potter okay?”

You nodded setting your head onto his shoulder, feeling him tense up and the physical contact. Jongseob hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat at the proximity between the two of you.

As the familiar opening music of Harry Potter filled the room, he slowly relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy this simple yet intimate moment with you.

You felt his muscles loosen under your touch, a sense of contentment washing over you as you watched the movie together. His warmth beside you was comforting, and you couldn't help but steal glances at his profile every now and then.

As the movie progressed, Jongseob's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers together once again. The gesture sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach.

In the dimly lit room, surrounded by the soft glow of the TV screen, you found yourself lost in the movie and in Jongseob's presence. His closeness was nerve-wracking, but you were starting to get used to it.

The movie came to an end, the credits rolling on the screen as you both sat in comfortable silence. Jongseob turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he spoke softly, "I've missed this... just being with you like this."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, realizing that you had missed these simple moments too. "Me too," you replied, a smile tugging at your lips.

Jongseob hesitated for a moment before he spoke again, his voice hesitant but sincere, "I know I messed up before, but I really want to make things right. I care about you a lot... maybe more than I've ever let on."

His vulnerability took you by surprise. You gently squeezed his hand, meeting his gaze with understanding. "I should be the one to apologize to you, I overreacted because I didn't know how I felt.”

Jongseob’s eyes softened at your words, a weight lifting off his shoulders at your understanding. "I'm glad we're both on the same page now," he admitted, a genuine smile breaking across his face.

After a moment of silence, Jongseob spoke up again, "I want to give this shot, if you're willing," his eyes never leaving yours.

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "I want that too," you replied.

Jongseob physically relaxed, huffing out with a smile “Oh thank god!”

With a laugh, you playfully nudged Jongseob's shoulder. “I should probably get going, I had a lot of fun,” You watched Jongseob’s face falter for a second before putting on a small smile.

“Or I could stay over…but I didn’t plan for this.”

Jongseob's eyes widened at your suggestion, a mix of surprise and delight flashing across his face. "You...you can stay over if you want," he stammered, trying to hide his excitement. "I can grab extra blankets and pillows."

You chuckled at his adorable reaction, nodding in agreement. "That sounds perfect," you replied, feeling a sense of happiness blooming in your chest at the prospect of spending more time with Jongseob.

He started to take off the couch cushions and placed them on the floor, “What are you doing!?” You chuckled at Jongseob's earnest attempt to create a makeshift bed on the floor.

"I don’t think the couch is big enough for both of us," he teased, using the TV stand to hold up a blanket roof.

You couldn't help but laugh at Jongseob's makeshift pillow fort. "It's perfect," you assured him, settling down on the cushions as he joined you, the two of you squeezed close together in the cozy blanket fort he had created. The room was dimly lit now, the only source of light coming from the TV screen that was asking if anyone was still watching.

As you lay side by side, Jongseob shifted slightly, his hand brushing against yours under the covers. Sending a shiver down your spine. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting in the semi-darkness as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm really glad you decided to stay," he murmured.

"I'm glad too," you replied, reaching out to gently intertwine your fingers with his. The simple gesture felt natural as if it was where your hands were meant to be all along.

As the night grew deeper, the soft murmur of conversation between you and Jongseob gradually faded into a comfortable silence.

Jongseob's breathing slowed beside you, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he shifted closer, seeking your closeness in the darkness. You could feel the heat radiating off his body.

With a contented sigh, you nestled closer to him, resting your head against his chest as his arm instinctively wrapped around your waist. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Waking up to a bunch of whisper yelling wasn't the best. But you continued to fake sleeping to hear what was going on around you.

You listened to the hushed voices around you, trying to piece together what was happening. It sounded like Jiung had returned and found the two of you in your makeshift blanket fort on the living room floor.

His voice was a mix of shock and amusement as he whispered urgently to someone else. You felt Jongseob stir beside you, his arm tightening around your waist protectively as he too pretended to be asleep.

You remained still, keeping your breathing steady as the voices around you grew louder. It seemed like the whole household was now aware of your impromptu sleepover on the living room floor. Jiung's voice was filled with disbelief as he recounted the scene to everyone who had gathered around.

As the whispers turned into hushed laughter, you couldn't help but crack a smile, realizing how ridiculous the situation must look from an outsider's perspective. Jongseob shifted beside you, his eyes still closed but a small grin playing on his lips as well.

Suddenly, the whispering stopped, and you heard footsteps approaching your blanket fort. You and Jongseob exchanged a quick glance before slowly turning to find Keeho peeking through the blanket roof, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Keeho said with a grin, earning a few chuckles from the others gathered around.

You sat up, trying to stifle a yawn as you took in the amused expressions of the group surrounding you. Jongseob sat up beside you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. It was clear that the unexpected sleepover had become the talk of the house.

Theo raised an eyebrow teasingly before breaking into a wide smile. "I must say, this is quite the cozy fort you've got here. I hope we're not interrupting anything important?" he quipped, earning a chorus of playful laughter from the others.

You couldn't help but join in, the lighthearted atmosphere easing any lingering nerves you had about being caught in such a compromising position. Jongseob nudged your shoulder with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glanced around at his friends.

Jiung, who had been the first to discover your impromptu slumber party, chuckled and clapped his hands together. "Well, I hate to break the news, but breakfast won't make itself. Who's up for some pancakes?" he announced with a grin, already heading towards the kitchen.

The group exchanged eager looks before scrambling to their feet, the previous moment of teasing forgotten as they followed Jiung into the kitchen.

You and Jongseob shared a smile before joining the others, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the windows and casting a golden glow over the scene.

As you all gathered around the kitchen island, laughing and chatting while some were arguing about who was going to make the pancakes.

“I’ll make them, but everyone out of the kitchen!” You spoke up, swatting at them to give you some space.

With a playful pout from the others, they begrudgingly left the kitchen, leaving you alone in the cozy space.

You could hear their banter and playful arguments from the other room, a warm feeling settling in your chest at the sound. Despite the slightly chaotic start to the morning, you felt grateful for these friends who had become like family to you.

As you started gathering ingredients and utensils to make pancakes, Jongseob stepped closer, offering to help. You worked together seamlessly, falling into a comfortable rhythm as you mixed batter and poured it onto the sizzling griddle. The sweet scent of cooking pancakes filled the air, mixing with the sound of light chatter from the other room.

Jongseob's laughter rang out as you attempted to flip a pancake, only for it to end up lopsided on the pan. He reached over, his hand covering yours as he guided the spatula beneath the pancake, flipping it effortlessly. Your eyes met his in a silent exchange, a warmth blooming in your chest as you shared a smile.

As the last pancake cooked to somewhat perfection, you and Jongseob plated them up, adding a generous drizzle of maple syrup. The delicious aroma drew the attention of the others, who eagerly crowded around the kitchen island as you set out the breakfast feast.

Intak let out a low whistle as he eyed the pancakes hungrily. "I must say, you two make quite the culinary team," he remarked with a grin, already reaching for a plate.

Chuckling at his comment, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the breakfast spread before you. It wasn't just about the pancakes, you liked this. It was different from any other time you have slept over.

“So what are you guys doing today?” you asked, a part of you hoping they had a free day to hang out, not wanting to leave just yet.

Keeho stopped shoving pancakes down his throat to reply, “We have to go to the studio, we’re planning another comeback.”

Disappointment flickered across your face briefly before you masked it with a smile, nodding in understanding. "That sounds exciting! I can't wait to see what you all come up with," you replied, genuinely happy for their success even as a part of you wished for more time together.

As the group finished their breakfast and began to scatter to get ready for the day, Jongseob lingered by your side. "Would you like me to walk you home?" he offered, his gaze warm and sincere.

A smile washed over your face at his thoughtfulness, and you nodded, not wanting to say goodbye just yet.

Walking side by side, the two of you shared easy conversation and comfortable silence along the familiar route to your place.

When you reached your door, you turned to face Jongseob, "Thank you for last night... and this morning. It meant a lot to me,"

Jongseob's eyes softened as he gazed at you, a gentle smile never leaving his lips when he is with you. "I had a great time too. Let's do it again sometime," he replied, his voice warm and genuine.

You went to go inside but Jongseob hesitated to leave. Giving him a confused look, he spoke up again “I’m going to be busy, with the comeback but please don’t overthink…I like you a lot”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his eyes leaving you momentarily speechless. A rush of warmth flooded through you as you met his gaze, the unspoken feelings between you suddenly hanging heavy in the air.

Without a second thought, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Jongseob, and wrapping your arms around him, in a warm hug.

Jongseob hesitated for a moment before returning the embrace, his arms encircling you in a tender hold. Feeling his arms encircle you in a gentle embrace, you buried your face in his chest.

When you finally pulled back, there was a softness in Jongseob's eyes that made your heart flutter. "I'll be waiting for you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, the unspoken promise between you both hanging in the air. With one last look, Jongseob turned and began to walk away, but not before throwing a final grin over his shoulder.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“So have you asked her to be your girlfriend yet?”

Jongseob's eyes widened in surprise at Theo's question, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Not yet... I want to do it properly, not just blurt it out," he admitted.

Theo chuckled, giving Jongseob a playful nudge. "Well, looks like someone's got it bad," he teased, earning a chuckle from the others who had gathered around to listen in on the conversation.

Intak raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You better make your move soon before someone else sweeps her off her feet," he added with a sly grin, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Jongseob's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at the teasing, but there was a determined gleam in his eyes. "I will, it's just you guys know how busy we’ve been!"

But as the day wore on and Jongseob found himself caught up in a whirlwind of dance practices and recording sessions for their upcoming comeback, he couldn't shake the thought of you from his mind. Images of your smile, the warmth of your embrace, and the unspoken words between you lingered in his thoughts, a constant presence even in the midst of his busy schedule.

With each passing day, Jongseob longed to reach out to you, to hear your voice and see your smile once more. But as the demands of their comeback grew more intense, time slipped through his fingers like sand, leaving little room for anything beyond rehearsals and performances.

One evening, way past dinner time, Jongseob was working in his little studio. When he heard a knock on his door, he hesitated for a moment, he wasn't expecting anyone, especially not at this late hour. Setting aside his work, Jongseob made his way to the door. As he opened it, he was met with the sight of you standing on his doorstep, a smile on your face, and a bag of food in your hand.

"Hey," you greeted softly, playing with the hem of your shirt nervously. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, I have food!" You held up the bag of takeout.

Jongseob's surprise quickly melted into a warm smile at the sight of you. "Not at all," he reassured, stepping aside to let you in. "It's a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before meeting his gaze. "I... I couldn't stop thinking about you," you admitted, cheeks flushing slightly. "And I missed you."

A rush of emotions flooded through Jongseob at your words, his heart skipping a beat. "I missed you too," he confessed softly, reaching out to gently take the bag of food from your hands. "Come in, please," he added, leading you into his studio and pulling out a chair for you.

You settled in as Jongseob made a makeshift table by clearing stuff off his desk. The atmosphere felt comfortable and familiar as if no time had passed since the last time you were together. Conversation flowed easily between you two, about everything you both have done since you have seen each other.

As the evening wore on, Jongseob found himself caught up in your presence. The stress of the comeback disappeared. The way you smiled, the way you laughed, it all felt so right to him.

“Thank you for checking in on me.”

“Of course! You overwork yourself too much.” Jongseob's heart warmed at your words, a sense of gratitude filling him as he looked at you. "And you always know just how to make me feel better," he replied sincerely, his eyes soft as they met yours.

And in that moment, Jongseob knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to gently cup your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"I have something I want to ask you...something I've been wanting to say for a while now," he began, his voice slightly wavering. He continued with a murmur, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to be with me, officially."

A smile tugged at your lips as you gazed back at him, feeling the warmth of his hands against your face.

Without hesitation, you reached up to place your hands over his. "of course," you whispered, your voice filled with certainty and love. "I want to be with you too."

Jongseob's eyes lit up with joy and relief at your answer, a wide grin spreading across his face. Gently, he leaned in closer until his forehead rested against yours, “My heart is racing so fast,” He laughed softly.

You giggled at his honesty, “The guys are going to freak out!” Jongseob chuckled at the thought of his bandmates' reactions, but in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your hands in his, and the way your eyes never left his. As he pulled back slightly his gaze lowered to your lips before looking back at your eyes with a blush forming on his cheeks.

“What are you waiting for?” you whisper, scared your voice would shake. Without another moment of hesitation, Jongseob closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft and gentle kiss.

When you finally pulled back, after a few seconds, your heart racing and your breath caught in your throat. Jongseob's eyes searched yours, filled with adoration.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed softly, "To finally call you mine."

“I’m all yours” you smiled, with a smile that reached his eyes, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close in a tender embrace.

“Mmmh and to think you were only into older guys” With a playful swat on his arm, you chuckled, “Don’t get cocky now!”

Jongseob chuckled at your playful teasing, the sound of your laughter music to his ears. “Well, I did change your mind,” he replied with a grin and a wink.

Jongseob buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think I've always been into you," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection.

You tilted your head back to look at him, a playful glint in your eyes. "Well, I'm glad you finally manned up" you teased, earning a mock gasp from Jongseob as he pulled back to look at you.

"I'll have you know, it took a lot of courage!" Jongseob retorted with a playful pout, earning a giggle from you in response.

The rest of the evening was spent wrapped up in each other's arms, talking and laughing as if no time had passed since you were last together. The worries and stresses of the outside world melted away in each other's presence.

Feeling so comfortable, you both started to slowly drift to sleep, cuddling close on the small couch. Jongseob pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before allowing himself to succumb to sleep.

It wasn’t until a small gasp that you woke up. You opened your eyes to find Jongseob stirring beside you, a look of confusion on his face. Following his gaze, you noticed a group of people looking in the window of the door.

As you both sat up in alarm, Jongseob quickly recognized the faces pressed against the glass. It was his bandmates, looking in with wide eyes and mischievous grins on their faces. They were gesturing wildly and making exaggerated expressions, clearly delighted to have stumbled upon the intimate scene inside the studio.

Jongseob's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he realized they had witnessed your tender moments together. He scrambled to his feet, trying to shoo them away, but it was too late. The damage had already been done.

Soul, couldn't contain his excitement and started making heart shapes with his hands, while Theo, mimed swooning dramatically against the door frame. Keeho, simply stood there with a knowing smile, enjoying the spectacle. Despite the embarrassing intrusion, you couldn't help.

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HALLO I SAW THE PLUS SIZE BIMBO! X HOTCHER NOTE AND MAY I PRESENT

plussize!goth!bimbo!reader 👀

hotch seems like a man who would be attracted to a plush evil looking person 😭🙏

༉‧₊˚. 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

— pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size goth bimbo!reader

— summary: aaron's a "scary man" with a big heart who has just so happened to find his perfect match in a trad-goth wearing woman that's determined to bring him lunch - much to Derek's amusement.

— warnings: none! this is probably more sickeningly sweet than it really needed to be, and fluff!

— wc: 761

⋆ a/n: HOWDY!!!! words cannot express how appreciative i am at the recent massive influx of growing support over the past few months despite me being away. i'm happy to present to you my new baby (this fic) also enjoy Derek heavily cameoing in here, i just missed him.

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No one was scarier than Aaron Hotchner.

With his stoic face and monotone voice, many unsubs and government officials alike have shrunk in his presence. Though sometimes he was all work-no-play (or a stick up his ass, which is always so fondly put), he was soft towards the people he cared about.

That being said, it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when you showed up to the office.

You stood out like a sore thumb amongst the dull office setting, your dark, almost vampiric like clothes deeply contrasted the still-life. Your face was complimented by a piercing here or there; one on your eyebrow, a medusa sitting tantalizing above your top lip – which was painted with black lipstick – and your septum was gauged a few sizes up. 

It should have been a lot, but with your trad-goth makeup, it brought the ensemble together.

The visitor sticker stood out against the lace of your top. 

You were searching for someone, that much was obvious, but your eyes just so happened to land on one Derek Morgan.

“Hi.” You breathed out softly as you made eye contact. The intimidating expression on your face melted into a soft one at the hushed greeting.

“Well hello there pretty lady. Who ya looking for?” You smiled at the man’s flirting. “Hey!” You greeted with a bit more enthusiasm. “I’m looking for Aaron? Aaron Hotchner?”

“Aaron? Oh, he’s –” Before he could finish, the man of the hour came bounding down the steps leading to his office.

“Baby.” You greet so softly, so fondly, so filled with love, that Derek feels like he’s intruding on an intimate moment. 

“You’re early.” Aaron rasped. It was clear that he hadn’t left the office for a few with the way his voice fried from unuse. “Ah – sorry, I kinda got a little restless but… I brought you lunch!” To emphasize your point, you lift up the lovely smelling takeout bag and wave it around in small circles. “Forgive me?” You add with a cheeky smile and a tilt of your head.

With the exposure of your teeth, Derek could see the jewelry of a smiley piercing sitting gracefully against your gums.

Aaron looked at the bag and then back at you before speaking. “I suppose I could, but what would I get out of it?” Oh. So he wanted to be cheeky too? Well played. “Well for one, you get to have lunch with your super sweet and cool girlfriend, and secondly, I control whether or not you get kisses.”

This moment proved to Derek that he really didn’t know his boss and close friend as well as he thought he did, because Aaron looked at you with an expression that he hadn’t even given Haley when they were together.

It was a smirk, one that coaxed the need for a challenge, but it was scrambled by the fact that it was fueled by nothing but pure, butterfly inducing love.

It was sickening.

“Well, I see you’ve got this handled.” Derek remarked with a knowing – albeit shit-eating – grin. 

As if you had been broken out of a spell, you tore yourself away from your boyfriend’s enchanting gaze. “Oh, yes! Thank you…”

“Derek. Derek Morgan.” He finished your unasked question.

“Derek…” You repeated as if it sounded familiar. “Oh!” Your eyes lit up in recognition. “Aaron’s told me about you! It’s so nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“Aw, you sweet talk about me behind my back, boss?” Derek teases.

Aaron’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but there really wasn’t any real irritation behind it. “If I’m not mistaken,” He began, “You still haven’t completed the first wave of files on your desk.” Your boyfriend nips slightly without even having to glance at his subordinates desk.

Derek all but laughs out loud, “You’re right, my apologies bossman.” His eyes were dripping with mirth. “It was so nice to meet you!” You say with a wave. “You too sweetness.” 

As he scrambles away, you turn to look at Aaron with poorly contained amusement.

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Sorry sweetheart, but I’d rather not have to inhale my food when I can sit there and leisurely enjoy it with my – how did you put it? – super sweet and cool girlfriend?”

You scoff, allowing him to take your ring adorned hand (making sure to steer clear of stabbing himself on your sharp coffin nails) – which has occurred more than once when you two had begun dating.

“Alright, alright, you little sweet talker, let’s go eat.”

Aaron just chuckles.

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Platonic! Lemon + Tangerine Headcanons (GN!)

aka the babygirlification of two assassins (i literally birthed them it’s true)

You come across the twins as a civilian - in this case you work at a coffee shop. When they walk up to the counter you’re a little shocked, not because of anything they’ve done but the fact that one of them is bleeding. 

“Woah, are you alright?” You say, gesturing to the dark-skinned man’s shirt.

“What? Oh, I’m fine. I don’t bleed.”

It’s in your better judgment not to question it. The man next to him - classically dressed and spouting a moustache - sighs before smiling at you and ordering: one black coffee, and a hot chocolate with a chocolate chip cookie to be precise.

From behind the counter you can hear the moustached man mention something about his friend ‘eating all that sugar’, whilst he brushes it off, going on about ‘rewards’ before somehow talking about Thomas the Tank Engine?

The man isn’t even halfway done with his drink when you can see his eyes brighten, snapping his fingers with every sip.

“Ah, mate…You’ve gotta try this, init? That barista makes it proper - good layer of milk and cream, the right temperature for sipping…None of that hot water shit they used to give us in school!”

You smile to yourself, and once he’s done he comes up and thanks you personally, leaving a generous tip :)

The rest is history:

Lemon is the type of guy to come back to something when he enjoys it. When the Twins are in town, he’s definitely coming to your store, and you’re the only one who can make his hot chocolate. No exceptions.

From there you actually learn their names - Lemon and Tangerine. Tan is cordial enough, but you definitely click with Lemon the most

They ask you about your day, if you’ve been busy, all of that. It’s nice to have a familiar face in their line of work

Sometimes they stay until closing time, and if you’re shutting up they ALWAYS walk you home

Thomas the Tank Engine initiation rituals…The engine Lemon decides to give you is forever stuck onto your uniform as a badge of honour

Making fun of Tangerine for being grumpy and only liking black coffee… He orders a muffin just to shut you all up

“Would you two grow up, would ya? Can’t beat a classic Victoria sponge anyway.”

The one time you offer them to have a meal at your house it’s the sweetest thing ever: takeout or home cooked, they lap it up whilst they tell you crazy stories about their travels

They would LOVE home baked/cooked goods in particular though, it makes them feel 'normal' and like a family

They'll always bring you gifts from the different places they’ve been!! Ex. A Momomon from Japan or a snowglobe from Switzerland

I feel like Tan gets comically angry if he opens your fridge and sees that you only have oat/almond milk…He can’t get over the fact that it’s a ‘fucking NUT, it’s not proper milk’

Lemon using you as a parent, telling on Tangerine for everything- "I'm telling them that you stole from that vendor. You said you were trying to kick that habit, mate."

You figuring out that ‘outside contractors’ means something shady, but you don’t care bc they’re your friends

Tangerine is better with pets than Lemon, who isn’t really fond of them. Your animal will either love Tan or hate him, and there’s no in between

Being worried when they disappear for long periods of time :(

They're not the best at comfort (Tangerine in particular) but they try. Lemon suggests a relevant Thomas episode to help you get through it

Your watchlist is filled with animated/children's films

If there’s a stray/abused animal they find on a mission, they’re bringing it back to you. Surprise, you have a pet!

Them having your back. Tangerine is definitely beating up someone for you, and they’ll give you a bit of cash if you’re ever running behind on rent.

Them having a tiny photo of you in their jacket/wallet to look at and remember the good times missions <3

[sephirthoughts]

Hi! I hope you had a good day today.

For the ask game, what are your thoughts on 5 and 9 for Sephiroth?

I did, thank you! I hope you had a good day, too!

ON TO THE BURNING QUESTIONS

5. Sephiroth is such a wonderful layer-cake of pathologies, it's so fun to dissect the impacts on his personality. He is autistic-spectrum, hyper-intelligent, alienated, deeply insecure, and feels he has no 'place in the world'. Despite his insistence, under Jenova's influence, that he's the chosen one and meant to rule the world, he has rock-bottom self-esteem and almost no sense of self. He knows he's different but he has no idea who he is. Add being raised in a lab, horribly abused, and treated like a weapon rather than a person his whole life, and there's not a lot of Sephiroth left.

This would affect his living space in that it'd be generic, impersonal, highly functional, basically empty, serving its purpose as a place to rest, and nothing else. Has place to lie down, has place to shower, has place to dress=meets criteria. I doubt he'd notice if there were even blankets on the bed. It's a Sephiroth storage container, more than a living space. Which is terribly sad and now I am sad. BOOOO ME

Whether he's messy or not is another question. He honestly strikes me as someone who hates disorder if he ever thinks about it. The problem is, he does not think about it. He has executive function issues (see: his bout of manic hyperfocus in the archives, where he had books just strewn everywhere and didn't eat or sleep or bathe for days), and is generally unaware of anything pertaining to his own self-care, including messiness/dirtiness, unless they become a nuisance that disrupts his current fixation.

When he was being raised in the lab, he was a child, so there were people who cleaned, cooked, washed his clothing, etc., and in SOLDIER they definitely had people to take care of those kind of domestic things, so they could focus on training. Hence, he never learned to clean up after himself.

All of this wouldn't matter much, in a living situation with custodial services, but if left to his own devices, his combined lack of awareness, neglect of his own needs, and inexperience with such things would create a perfect storm. He'd forget to take the garbage out, never pick up after himself, not do the dishes, have takeout boxes everywhere, and have no idea that dusting, mopping, vacuuming, etc. even exist as concepts. I think his living space would be kind of awful. But he wouldn't notice.

That is, until Angeal comes over, has seven simultaneous brain aneurysms, leaves and returns with Zack and cleaning supplies, and they spend the next ten hours deep-cleaning the place, while Sephiroth insists it's not that bad.

9. This accords so nicely with number 5! Because he'd be a terrible roommate.

-He'd be quiet, courteous, and never have parties or eat your food, but he'd leave stupid long silver hairs all over everything (the less said about the bathroom shower drain the better), never clean up after himself, and act confused when asked to do so.

-He is definitely the type to always be forgetting his house key. Like, he may as well not have one.

-He leaves that stupid, ultra-sharp, nine-foot-long sword just LYING AROUND WHEREVER. Someone is going to lose a foot.

-He thinks he's a great cook and likes to share his talent with people, and he's too sweetly sincere and excited about it, so you can't bear to break his heart, and you wind up gritting your teeth and smiling through a plate of sticky, pasty, mushy pasta, with sauce made from frankly baffling ingredients (you put walnuts in the marinara? ohhhh...how…interesting. is this an anchovy?).

-He casually says absolutely horrible, emotionally devastating things, without realizing they're horrible. Example:

person: my mom was so forgetful, she always used to burn the garlic bread and she'd mix up my brother's lunch box and mine half the time

sephiroth: haha yeah, i know what you mean. on several occasions, Hojo forgot to send someone to change my IV, when he left me strapped to an exam table in the basement lab for multiple days, and i nearly died of dehydration and malnutrition

person:

sephiroth: parents, right?

-Lastly, Sephiroth absolutely never wears a shirt and in fact doesn't even own one. This is not an annoying habit, this is the habit that makes all the other ones worth putting up with.

[zillaphoneswag]

Amanda x Angela Ship Questions (2)

Who pulls the other closer while sleeping?

Amanda

Who picks something up, says a pun with the object, then laughs as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard?

Angela

When one of them gets a new outfit, how does the other react?

Angela turns bright red. This woman cannot talk to save her life, she’s just so taken with how beautiful her girlfriend looks. She’ll make up for it later but at the moment she only has one brain cell. Meanwhile Amanda looks at Angela like she wants to eat her, the outfit wouldn’t survive. She loves Angela in any outfit, her beauty just doesn’t compare to anything in the world. But if her girl comes out in a suit, forget it. Amanda has no words.

Who tries to playfully scare the other person and who always knows where the other person is?

Angela will try time and time again to sneak up on Amanda and it quite literally never works. Even at work, even on Halloween, even for a TNTL bit. Amanda still has that inner anxiety about Angela’s safety. While she’s definitely let up on it quite a bit, she makes it a habit to always know where she is. Yeah, nice try Angela but it’s not happening.

Who runs up and hugs their partner while the other catches them?

Angela

Who presses their nose against their partner’s cheek before kissing them?

Amanda

Who accidentally snorts when they laugh and it just makes both of them laugh harder?

Amanda

What are some things they do for their partner because the other knows they hate it?

Angela will always do the dishes. It’s the one chore Amanda absolutely hates and Angela would gladly take care of it. She also makes sure that she’s the one who drives them when they get coffee or takeout because Amanda can never decide and holding people up stresses her out. Meanwhile Amanda kills the scary bugs. She knows Angela will cry if she has to. She’s also always the one to care of things outside of the bedroom during thunderstorms because the thunder is too overstimulating for Angela.

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other picks them up?

Angela

When did they fall in love with each other?

Angela definitely felt a tug from day one, but it was the day they read Reddit stories together that she knew she was in love. Amanda had also always had a bit of crush, but the day they played Trivial Pursuit and Angela made her laugh almost every time was the day Amanda realized “I love this woman so fucking much.”

What was their first kiss like?

It was a little stressful considering they were in the ER after Angela broke her wrist, but they wouldn’t want it any other way. Angela decided to take the risk by initiating it, just deciding to shoot her shot after Amanda said Angela was her favorite. For Amanda, it wasn’t like anything she’d ever imagined (because she had imagined it). It was soft, sweet, and it felt like they were on a different planet.

If they argue and there’s a silent treatment, who breaks it first, apologizing and begging for a hug?

Angela

Who makes the other blush without even trying and they find it super endearing?

Amanda

How do they hold each other when the other asks to be held?

Angela just wants Amanda to hold her in her lap while she clings to her like a koala. Amanda likes it when Angela holds her from behind, as it’s easier for Angela to brush her hair that way.

Who breaks out the first aid kit when one of them gets a paper cut?

Amanda

Where did they first say “I love you?’”

The ER

Height difference or age difference?

Both. Amanda is five years older and nearly a foot taller.

Who likes to stargaze?

Angela

Who buys cereal for the prize inside?

Angela

How do they handle plane rides together?

The plane does make Amanda a little nervous. Something about being so high up in the air with so many strangers for a long period of time is not something she’s into. So Angela makes sure she has everything she needs; a good book she enjoys, a heating pad for her neck, and an eye mask. She also holds her hand while they take off, letting her squeeze it even if it hurts. Meanwhile Angela loves flying. She always takes the window seat so she can look outside and point everything out to Amanda even if they’re high up.

Who accidentally becomes a meme?

Angela. It’s already happened.

If they went to couples yoga, how would they do?

Horribly. Amanda would actually try and focus but it wouldn’t matter because Angela would just keep making stupid faces and mocking the instructor. Then they couldn’t stop giggling and eventually were asked to leave.

Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?

Amanda

Who would run a bath for the other person?

Angela

Who runs their thumb over the other person’s skin to comfort them?

Amanda

Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep anywhere other than the bed?

Amanda

*NSFW: Skip to the first fluff headcanon if you don’t want to read it*

What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to them during sex?

There was a time when they were having sex in the living room and forgot that Tommy and a few of the others were coming over for a game night. They had the door unlocked and Tommy and a few of the others walk in on Amanda having Angela pinned to the wall, neither of them wearing clothes. No one in the cast is going to let that go any time soon, they’ll make fun of them forever.

What is the song they’d listen to during rough/hard/kinky sex?

Pink Panther by Scene Queen

What is the song they’d listen to while making love?

Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

Are they into roleplay or dress up during sex?

Not really

Do they prefer sex in the tub or in the shower?

Definitely in the shower. Angela has room to get on her knees and Amanda can pick her up and hold her against the wall.

Is there anything they do together after sex?

Mostly cuddle. Sometimes they fall asleep for a bit and when they wake up Amanda will usually make some kind of breakfast food.

What is something that will never fail to turn them on?

For Angela it’s the way Amanda somehow always manages to sneak behind her and whisper something dirty in her ear, wherever they are. For Amanda it’s pretty much the way Angela has the ability to eye fuck her and squeeze her in places she’d never thought would feel as good as they did.

What’s their favorite body part on the other?

For Angela, it’s Amanda’s breasts. For Amanda it’s Angela’s legs.

*NSFW Over*

Who showers their pet with affection?

Angela

Who can lift the other up?

Amanda

Who is better at Mario Kart?

Angela

Who is touch starved and while it’s funny at first the other realizes that their partner hasn’t had much physical affection in their life?

Angela

Who gets jealous easier?

Definitely Amanda. She’s already protective of Angela and when it comes to strangers trying to touch or flirt with her it’s on site.

Who feeds the ducks at the park?

Angela

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (147-148)

In which Bryce and Jared fight, make up, and learn about the 'Bryce and Jared are being gross again' group chat. Also a relationship is brewing in the background.

If you want to follow along, the series page is here.

147. Coddled

If Jared suggests a walk Bryce scoffs like he’s being ridiculous. A drive? A date? Hanging out with Gabe and Stephen? Absurd. He doesn’t even want to hang out with Dmitry, which is not something Jared thought he’d ever be trying to force on him. He doesn’t want to watch a movie, or TV. He doesn’t want to eat Jared’s cooking, or go for dinner, or grab takeout, or get something delivered.

And it’s not just that he doesn’t want to do things: he doesn’t want Jared to do things either, with or without Bryce. If Jared hangs out with Gabe and/or Stephen, Bryce looks hurt, even though he’s been invited every time. If Jared goes for a walk he returns to a betrayed face. If Jared goes to work out Bryce looks like Jared kicked him in the teeth.

Bryce has firmly hit the ‘I don’t want to be cheered up and I don’t to have fun and cheery people who have fun are offensive to me’ stage of recovery.

And Jared doesn’t want Bryce going in on his own, not because he’s scared of doctors or anything, just because he mutely accepts whatever’s said, doesn’t advocate for himself, doesn’t even seem like he was there sometimes, for all the information he has after.

Bryce is very ‘nod nod nod’ with doctors. Jared is ‘ask questions and take notes’ with doctors.

And now Elaine goes with Bryce to his appointments. Jared texts her questions to ask the doctors, and she asks all of them and writes down the answers for him.

Elaine is a natural ‘nod nod nod’ herself, but Jared asked her for help, so.

Before he was told he needed surgery, Bryce was stoic. All ‘I’m fine’, ‘it’s fine’, ‘I can’t believe they’re making such a big deal about this, I’ve played through this shit before’. As soon as he was told he wasn’t playing hockey without surgery he crumpled into the miserable ball he is right now, but before that? Jared didn’t have a clue how bad it was, and Bryce didn’t seem to either. That, or he was very good at pretending.

He was definitely downplaying it, but he didn’t know how bad it was either. The key there is ‘I’ve played through this shit before’.

He does, however, ask how Bryce is feeling and whether he’s in pain and if he needs help with anything so frequently that it’s clearly annoying, though frankly everything seems to be annoying to Bryce right now. Which: fine. Good. Turnabout is fair play, they can annoy each other until they die.

~Romance.

“Hi Jared,” Elaine says brightly.

“I hate your son,” Jared says.

“He in the ‘sulking room’?” Elaine asks, still smiling. Jared can hear the quotes. Elaine’s heart is too pure to call it that herself, other than echoing Jared’s occasional — semi-frequent — rants. She’s a good listener. And understands. And doesn’t stomp to the sulking room in a snit fit.

Elaine is the most patient person alive. With both of them.

Elaine is allowed in the sulking room, which is bullshit.

That is because the sulking room is mostly the ‘be cranky without Jared getting cranky about me being cranky’ room at this stage. Bryce isn’t big on solitude, generally. But Jared keeps suggesting activities, and offering things, and telling him he’s the most annoying person alive, when Bryce just wants to sulk. (the sulking room is not an inaccurate name)

And he's stuck with that exasperating, dramatic sulking child of a —

"Please, Jared," Bryce says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me how you really feel about me.”

A dramatic sulking child of a husband who uses his own tactics against him. That's fucking bullshit. Sarcasm is not Bryce's thing. It's Jared's thing. Bryce can't just take his things.

They’re both intolerable.

"You're both intolerable," Stephen says

Stephen’s with me.

“Gabe doesn’t like confrontation,” Stephen says, in a way that makes it clear he considers that a flaw.

“Neither do you,” Gabe says. “You literally got on multiple planes—"

Stephen is very much on the flight side of fight or flight. Literally, in that case.

“Who’s fighting?” Gabe says. “Well. Other than the obvious.”

His gesture encompasses Jared and an empty seat at the table beside him. Bryce has locked himself in the bathroom, Jared’s pretty sure.

As is Bryce.

“And I think you’re done with the wine now,” Gabe says, emptying the bottle in Stephen’s glass before going to the kitchen. He takes Jared’s half-full glass of wine with him. Jared doesn’t protest.

Gabe is partly saying this because Jared is about to burst into tears, and alcohol won’t help the situation, but mostly this was because Stephen gave him raised eyebrows that Gabe correctly interpreted as ‘give us a minute?’.

“It’s the helplessness that fucks you up,” Stephen says, serious now. “The pain, the uncertainty, the betrayal of your body, the fucking sympathy, everyone tiptoeing around you like you’re about to explode, those are all awful. But it’s the helplessness. Well. And the itching.”

The itching isn’t so bad for Bryce, as he doesn’t have a cast, nor as much healing skin, but the rest is pretty accurate.

“Stop doing shit for him,” Stephen says. “Seriously. He doesn’t want it, and he doesn’t need it, and the sooner you stop, the better things are going to go for the next few months.”

“I’m not—“ Jared says.

“He can serve himself salad with one hand,” Stephen says. “You can do a lot with one hand. Let him ask if he needs you to help him. Stop assuming he does. And stop mistaking him taking awhile with things for him needing you to take over. He already feels helpless enough without you acting like you think so too.”

Jared also feels helpless. Also once again, Stephen giving Jared the advice he needs, phrased in a way that Jared will actually listen to, because they are very similar. (Sometimes so similar it makes Gabe vaguely uneasy, but mostly it means he's very fond of Jared. Also kind of protective of him.)

“I didn’t—“ Jared says.

“You did,” Stephen says. “And just from experience? It’s the most aggravating thing in the world. Other than the itching. Now go get him out of my bathroom.”

“I thought he didn’t need help,” Jared says.

“I’m sure he can manage the door knob,” Stephen says. “But that boy has a flair for the dramatic, and we will need our bathroom back eventually.”

“You have another bathroom,” Jared says.

“I don’t like the soap in that one,” Stephen says. “Stop stalling.”

Don’t think you can fool Stephen with your ‘stalling via argumentation’ tactics. He’s used that tactic far too many times for it to work on him.

“Guys,” Stephen says. “I really do hate the soap upstairs.”

Bryce snorts wetly into Jared’s shoulder. Jared kisses the top of his head.

“And fucking in our bathroom is a good way to completely destroy your recovery timeline,” Stephen says. “For the record. I’m not rushing them, Gabe, they’ve been in there for an hour. It’s our bathroom.”

It’s thick. Why is the upstairs soap THICK. That is not the right kind of texture for soap.

There wasn’t any fucking, but there was a lot of hugging and a few tears. Mostly from Bryce, but not solely.

“Ready to go out?” Jared asks.

“Only if Stephen doesn’t make fun of me,” Bryce says.

“Good luck with that,” Jared says, and when Bryce tilts his head up, he kisses his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth, tipped into a smile for what feels like the first time in forever.

*

Stephen doesn’t make fun of Bryce once. It’s a genuine miracle.

Stephen has a LOT of sympathy for Bryce right now. (And a fair amount for Jared too. He knows he was hard to be around during his recovery, for all Gabe would argue if he said as much.)

“Sixteen weeks is the best case scenario,” Elaine says when Jared calls, like she’s psychic. Or more likely she’s well aware what mood Bryce is in right now, since she was at the appointment with him, knew Bryce wasn’t in shape to be telling Jared shit.

“From the surgery date or—“ Jared says, then winces when Elaine makes a negative noise. He knew it was a long road from shoulder surgery, one of the longest there is, knew there was a reason players put it off if it wasn’t the only feasible course of action, but he’d thought Bryce would be on the lower end of it like the overachiever he is, had this dumb thought that the docs would be like, ‘wow, what a great job healing so far, Bryce, let’s cut the normal recovery estimate in half.’

Shoulder surgery falls behind hip surgery and like, broken femur, but not much else, as far as recovery timelines go in hockey.

You can’t rush back from that one. Can’t take faceoffs, can’t shoot a puck, can’t really properly carry your stick, let alone cross-check, slash or hook someone (I know those are penalties, but, you know ~also not, depending on how the refs are feeling/how many penalties each team has taken/the score.)

Also Jared unconsciously thinking Bryce is so great he’ll heal like Wolverine is very sweet.

“That’s the best case scenario,” Elaine says. “Most likely he won’t be in the roster until early March. Worst case scenario, he’ll miss the season. They say he should be ready for the postseason, but—”

Early March is almost dead on when Bryce got activated off LTIR.

Bryce’s shoulders shake, and Jared wonders, absurdly, if crying’s like, allowed in the rehabilitation plan.

But seriously though.

“You really thought I could like, push through surgery timetables?” Bryce says.

“I mean,” Jared says. It sounds stupid when Bryce says it like that, like a ridiculous hope. Which Jared guesses it was. “You’re very determined.”

Seriously. Very sweet.

“I know,” Jared says. “Is there — I know you don’t need help, but is there anything — can I do anything?”

“Just stay here?” Bryce says.

“Yeah,” Jared says, lacing their fingers. “I can do that.”

“Thanks,” Bryce says, and they have a good sulk in the sulking room together.

Their first co-sulk, but not their last.

Also look at you following Stephen’s advice!

148. Ventilation

Things slowly work themselves out. Jared didn’t realise he was expecting that, but he must have been, because it feels more like ‘of course things work out’, instead of ‘thank fuck things work out’, though he is grateful.

This is an Upper Case series, after all.

There’s another Canuck there, and Jared doesn’t know Brayden very well — he’s very much a Brayden — but it’s some familiarity, at least.

Jared continuing with his unreasonable anti-Braden/Brayden/Braeden (etc) sentiment.

Maybe he just missed getting out of the apartment, and anything would be a relief after sitting around listening to Bryce complain. He certainly never liked traffic before now. Well, he still doesn’t, but even the commute doesn’t really bother him, gives him a chance to sort through his head, shit that’s gotten tangled with the stress and constant Bryce exposure. Jared missed — himself, he guesses.

Jared is very much an introvert, and Bryce is one of the very few people who doesn’t actively drain his energy, but he still needs solitude to recharge. Which was a pretty easy thing to do when they were long-distance, and even living and playing together, but not so much when Bryce barely leaves the house except to see his doctors or his physiotherapist.

that’s way better than when they were limited to, like, ‘hey what did you think of the movie we just zoned out in front of’ or ‘what do you feel like for dinner? nothing, huh? don’t know why I bothered asking’ or ‘were you sulking again, or just napping?’.

The important questions.

Dmitry’s finally bugged Bryce into visiting. Jared’s been assured the Kurmazov children have been told to keep their hands to themselves. He’s sure they don’t, but Bryce somehow survives the affection of small children anyway. This time, at least.

They absolutely do not keep their hands to themselves, but they are actually touchingly gentle with him. Dmitry and Oksana are raising two good kids.

And if discussions with the docs went in one ear and out the other with Bryce, basically the opposite seems to happen with his physiotherapist. Jared would genuinely not be surprised if he found out Bryce’s new monologues are recited verbatim from his sessions. Jared's learning more about anatomy than he did in bio.

Hyperfocus is an incredible thing.

"No," Jared says. Not on purpose. But yes. "Um. Trapezius? Right? You were talking about—"

"You just named the first muscle you could think of," Bryce accuses him.

It was supraspinatus, which sounds NOTHING LIKE TRAPEZIUS, JARED.

it's great seeing Bryce happy about anything. He gets all enthusiastic about it, face lit up, so Jared finds himself getting distracted, missing the what Bryce is saying because he's busy watching Bryce's face, so animated by the subject, probably wearing a soppy as fuck expression as he does.

It is so fucking soppy.

I think I've become Bryce. Jared texts Julius while Bryce is on the phone with his mom, giving her the physio play-by-play. Anyone else Jared could text would just 'aww' and not appreciate the very mixed feelings Jared has right now. Or would say ‘eww’ but is a Matheson and therefore not an option.

Why must you make Julius listen to this. He does not want to know.

Does Bryce do that? Like, all the time? Does he just look at Jared's face and think thoughts that fond and mushy on a regular basis? Is that Bryce’s life?

Yes.

How dare he look at Jared like that. Has he met Jared? Jared isn’t endearing.

You have your moments.

I found myself staring at him like he was like idk the moon while he told me about his physio. Like the fucking heart eyes emoji. Some soppy shit.

gross Julius says.

I know. Jared replies. It's disgusting.

I'm not talking to you any more Julius says.

Jared does not blame him.

At least Julius can be honest about how little he wants to know about this without Jared taking any offence whatsoever (he too kind of wishes he didn’t know)

Jared’s car should probably stop chilling in his parents’ driveway eventually. Not that they need two cars right now, since Bryce isn’t allowed to drive, but mom’s threatening to invoke ‘finders keepers’, and Jared’s only 90% sure she’s kidding.

She would never, as that’s theft. She might get it towed, though. Her and Don have been swapping who has to deal with street parking, and it’s gotten old.

Erin’s up in Edmonton staying with a university friend

lol

dad uses Erin’s absence as an excuse to make absolutely everything she doesn’t like eating — AKA vegetables — most of which he pulls off with aplomb.

They only eat seafood when Jared’s absent, as well as recipes Don knows aren’t in Jared’s nutrition plan. Don’s biggest thing with cooking is other people enjoying the food, and planning ahead so he’s preparing a meal that everyone at the table can enjoy is honestly one of his favourite aspects of cooking. All Mathesons like planning. Even when they sometimes forget their plans due to hot headedness.

Everything has to be done exactly so, or it’s all going to fail, according to dad. And Jared’s with him when it comes to taking stuff out of the oven in time and shit, but weighing butter to make sure each stick was the same weight? Jared thinks that was maybe a step too far. Presumably they do all that at the butter factory.

You know Jared repeatedly said that last bit while Don scowled at him.

Dad gives him a plate of snacks to take out, tells him not to ruin his appetite — Jared is getting mixed signals here — and then Jared’s freed from the kitchen.

Share your snacks with your mom, Jared, that’s what it means.

“He’s a tyrant,” Jared says.

“I’ve stopped making anything but coffee and toast,” his mom says, nudging the plate of snacks closer to her. If she thinks she’s being subtle about it, she’s not.

She knows Don intended half those snacks for her, why should she be sneaky about it? Also Susan’s not going to lie: she doesn’t miss cooking whatsoever. Living the high life now.

“I can walk out of the room,” she says, like she’d leave the snacks.

Well, Jared guesses she could take the snacks with her. Or get more snacks. Dad would oblige, he’s sure, especially if she told him it was to mess with Jared.

They are a team. Especially when teamwork involves annoying their children.

Jared chews on ‘seeing him happy after he hasn’t been is like being repeatedly punched in the throat, but like, in a mostly good way, but also bad, you know?’. It’s too embarrassing to say.

You two are so gross. I love you.

Jared goes up to his old room, flips through a few pages of the old Flames calendar so he can grin at Bryce’s goofy game face.

GROSS. (ilu)

Bryce’s recitation of physio probably takes as long as physio did. Jared doesn’t mind, though when he comes downstairs his parents seem unimpressed, probably because dinner was supposed to be at least half an hour ago.

Probably. Also because, well…

did you seriously ghost your parents for two hours to talk to Bryce? Chaz has said in the group chat when Jared takes a break. shaaaame.

That.

Stop talking to Erin immediately. Jared replies.

lol Chaz replies.

lmao Ashley adds.

we’re not bj you can’t boss us around Chaz replies.

I don’t boss him around, Jared replies, and in response four people send four varieties of laughter at him. Raf keeps it simple with the crying laughing. Everyone else’s a little more elaborate. Jared would like to note that Bryce doesn’t laugh, because Jared does not boss him around.

Okay, he absolutely bosses him around, but people aren’t supposed to know that.

If you didn’t want them to know, you probably shouldn’t have repeatedly bossed Bryce around in FRONT of them, Jared.

“Are you in the group chat?” Jared asks. “Is everyone in the group chat but me? Do they just need a designated Matheson, and one is as good as the other?”

“Babe,” Bryce mumbles. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Jared says.

Jared drove most of the way to Vancouver the previous day. Slept in a hotel. Woke up at the crack of dawn, drove the rest of the way. Got home. Stomped around. Huffed when it didn't wake Bryce. Sat on the end of the bed and stared until Bryce woke up. Loudly asked him if he was in the group chat. Then unironically said he wasn’t stopping Bryce from sleeping.

Jared looks away. “Whatever, it’s late. I’ve been up for hours. And I’ve been away for days, I thought you might be happy to see me. No ‘welcome home, babe’?”

It’s eight in the morning. Bryce went to bed past two after accidentally binging a show Jared would complain about incessantly about if forced to watch with him. Why are you doing this to him.

“The groupchat they’re in with Erin is for making fun of us,” Bryce says. “That’s what Ash said. So yeah, no.”

“What,” Jared says.

“Like, if we’re being mushy or something,” Bryce says. “They complain to each other.”

It’s less complaining and more commiserating. The group came together at Bryce and Jared’s wedding, when after the parents went to bed, and Bryce and Jared left (to fuck, which everyone decided to collectively ignore except Chaz ‘wolf whistle’ Rossi), they swapped ‘my poor eyes had to witness _____’ in which every example was mushy as fuck.

They made the group chat so they could keep each other updated with stuff like ‘Bryce has been gazing at Jared for five minutes straight, I don’t think he’s blinked once’ and, you know, ‘My mom just texted me to say Jared’s been on the phone with Bryce for two hours. They were supposed to eat half an hour ago’.

“Rude,” Jared says. “We’re not mushy.”

“J,” Bryce says.

Bryce will not let Jared live a lie.

“You don’t have a group chat with Erin, right?” Jared says.

“Um,” Bryce says. “Is two people a group chat?”

“No, that’s just texting,” Jared says.

Oh good because no fucking way is Bryce going to stop talking to Erin. That’s his sister.

“Then no,” Bryce says. “This is like Chaz and Raf knowing each other outside of you all over again, isn’t it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jared says.

“Okay,” Bryce says, then wanders to the bathroom, stopping to kiss the top of Jared’s head on the way.

Wearing a soppy look the whole time.

“But seriously,” Jared says.

“I can’t hear you over the water,” Bryce yells. He doesn’t need to yell: they’ve got some fancy gentle rain shower shit, it’s not exactly loud.

Jared. Let the poor sleepy man shower.

“Nothing,” Jared says, and thumbs open a reply from his mom.

No I will not tell Erin to get her own friends.

You are absolutely ridiculous.

Man tattled to MOM.

“Useless,” Jared mutters.

“What?” Bryce yells.

“Nothing!” Jared says.

Bryce opens the shower door. “Are you muttering mean shit?”

“No,” Jared says, then, when Bryce looks doubtful, “Not about you.”

You were using your muttering mean shit voice, you think he doesn’t recognise that at this point? Even over the water?

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Hi Jen! 👋

Just popping into your ask box today to ask: what personal headcanons about LS have been floating around in your head nowadays? This is kind of a broad question, but I guess... ones surrounding food?

Okay starting with my firmest food headcanon: TK can cook. Simple as that lol. But if someone else offers to cook for him, he definitely won’t be saying no. That’s one of the many reasons he and Carlos work so well together.

That being said (which is basically canon at this point), Carlos loves to cook for people. Love language!! I think Carlos learned to cook from his mom and he loves those memories with her even if in the moment, his internal thoughts on if his father saw him as too soft were growing

Paul is the best cook at the firehouse hands down and everyone loves when it’s his night. That firehouse table is full and half of the people don’t even work there. No one bats an eye when Carlos or Grace or Wyatt show up and grab a plate

Judd can make a mean barbecue. He also handles all things breakfast. Grace takes care of the rest and makes sure that man eats things like eggplant or squash which Judd is always skeptical about but ends up loving it, prompting a ‘why do you doubt me?’ from Grace

Marjan is always down to go out and try any new cuisine. She can get them a table at the new restaurant in town that has like a three month wait list

Nancy likes baking and the first time she shared this hobby with the group is the first 126 hang she went to when she felt a little out of place and still on the outside. She wanted to give them a reason to like her, but she hasn’t told anyone that

Mateo lived on takeout, frozen pizza, and boxed mac and cheese at his old place with his idiot roommates, but now that he has a full kitchen and learns things like what a pasta cutter is, he starts slowly trying his hand at cooking.

Tommy is constantly trying to make food like Charles once did because she doesn’t want the girls to miss his cooking and they notice this, telling her that they love her cooking just as much. When they get a little older, they all start to make Charles’ recipes together on nights when they miss him a little more than usual

Owen’s health food craze is powered by his need to keep his body appearing strong and healthy to hide the fact that his mind isn’t always in the same state. It’s why we see him eating a bucket of chicken when he thinks he’s alone for the night.

I think it was Paul in season 1 who called the 126 the hardest bunch to cook for but even with everyone’s differing diets, everyone always leaves firehouse dinners, 126 hangs, birthdays, whatever it may be with a full stomach because everyone is so considerate of what people can and can’t eat and the spread is for everyone

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14, 24, 34 and 44 from the fifty more shep questions if you’re taking em!

14. It’s takeout potluck night with the gang! What’s Shepard ordering, and from where?

Jane is definitely ordering sushi party patters. She's a seafood fan, but it was a rarity to get on Mindoir. I think the most tragic thing about Jane causing a sushi restaurant to close is that she really did want to eat sushi there

I think when it comes to ordering for a group of people, John would just order pizza. It's the safe and simple answer. That being said, he ends up ordering a whole pizza for himself with a mountain of toppings and doesn't let anyone else eat it

24. How does Shepard handle house arrest? How do they fill their time?

More like "Who feels the loneliest while they're on house arrest?" or "Who spends the most time staring forlornly out the window because the Reapers are coming and no one is telling them, the one person who actually knows they're coming, anything about what's going on?"

Anyway the answer to both is yes. But where Jane tries to focus her mind away from that by distracting herself with other things (she blew up the Alpha Relay), John gets a lot more impatient about it. He's snippy at anyone who tries to talk to him, and even scowls at James for not leaving him alone (he did not blow up the Alpha Relay)

At least for both of them, they got to catch up on sleep. For what it's worth

34. Are there any people out there that betrayed Shepard? How do they handle it?

For Markus, he feels like Major Kyle betrayed him, or at least failed him. Despite him being the CO for the mission, Markus had to take charge, and though a bunch of people died, he accomplished the mission, and as a result, he took the blame. (On the other hand, the Alliance saw potential in Markus' skills, so they secretly assigned him more black ops missions since.)

44. What’s the perfect date to sweep Shepard off their feet?

John has never been on dates before he got together with Kaidan, but I think anything that involves something private, just the two of them, is enough. Also if there's cuddling. John would never admit that he likes the cuddling, but Kaidan would know 😏

I think if you can go bar hopping with Jane and then win a prize at a claw machine for her, then it'll be the perfect night for her. (Assist AU wins because Jane is friends with John "Spent years figuring out how to circumvent rigged claw machines and now can win some of them on first/second try" Shepard, so she gets all the prizes because John doesn't actually care about the prizes, he just likes to win)

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Sonic Boom - S3E17

Chapter title: Gotta Go Fast!

Summary: It's about time for a second race! Tails used his Build-It Box to make cars for his friends a while back, and they all competed to see whose was the best. Apparently Shadow already has a vehicle he'd like to use, though…?

((So, if anyone's wondering what on EARTH this intro is about, just know that it is all the fault of both @teamxdark and @dragon-spaghetti for introducing me to the insane crackship that is Shadave. I hope you all enjoy being cursed (blessed) with the same experiences that I have had.))

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[Episode opens on the six heroes sitting at a table in Meh Burger.]

Shadow sighed, pressing his thumbs to his temples. He looked very much like someone who was desperately trying to understand something despite strongly suspecting it wasn’t actually possible. “Please, remind me again. Why do you eat at this place so often when every last one of you—and yes, that does include you, Sonic—can make food that is infinitely better?”

Sticks shrugged. “It’s a whole lot easier than making food ourselves, and that matters way more than how it tastes.” she explained.

“But—but surely there is someplace else you could go to eat? It would be farther away, yes, but the food might actually be good and the floor might be clean. Sonic could get takeout from the other side of the island and it would still arrive hot if he stored it in something!”

The blue hedgehog in question shook his head, holding up his hands with an expression on his face that suggested he was about to impart some piece of incredible wisdom. “Shadow, don’t you get it? Eating bad fast food is a bonding experience! We all get to complain about it together! And besides, we’ve been coming here for so long that it’s kind of a tradition now. We can’t just stop!”

Shadow dropped his head into his folded arms, letting out a pained groan.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get very long to vocalize his despair, as Amy interrupted him with a polite call of his name. “Shadow? Would you be so kind as to get me some napkins? Meh Burger ketchup tends to make a bit of a mess, and I forgot to grab some earlier…” she explained sheepishly.

“Of course.” he said, and was already out of his chair before he noticed something about the napkin dispenser across the restaurant floor.

[Cue a visual of a dotted line going from Shadow’s eye to the empty dispenser, complete with a blinking outline where the napkins should be, but aren’t.]

The android sighed. “They’re all out. I’ll go ask the person at the counter to refill it.”

“Um, Shadow, wait, it’s okay—” Amy began, not wanting him to suffer the apathy of Dave the Intern, but it was already too late.

At the counter, Dave was currently resting his elbows on its surface and scrolling away on his phone, oblivious to the world around him. He double-tapped on someone’s post, disliking it, before making to scroll again, only to be interrupted by a calm “Excuse me?”

The intern lazily glanced upwards, his ever-present retort of “I’m on break” ready…but it died before he could ever say it.

This was because he was experiencing what could only be called a bisexual awakening.

The hedgehog on the other side of the counter had his arms folded in a way that perfectly framed his fluff of white chest fur. As Dave continued to look upwards, he noticed the polite, neutral, yet confident expression…the deadly yet elegant swoop of the black and red quills…the way the hedgehog’s ruby-red eyes shone ever so slightly golden in the sunlight…

Dave shot to attention so fast his spine cracked, barely noticing either that or the way his phone clattered to the floor. “Uh—yessir!” he squeaked, his voice breaking several octaves in the process. “Is—is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, please.” the hedgehog said, with a voice that was just the right kind of rough to be incredibly attractive. “My friend requested that I get her some napkins, but the dispenser seems to have run out. Do you happen to have any extra?”

Dave’s eyes widened. “Absolutely! Here, I’ll get you some!” he said eagerly, reaching under the counter as quickly as he could. Snatching up far more napkins than were necessary, he pushed a whole stack into the hedgehog’s hands (and promptly turned bright red when their fingers brushed momentarily). 

Thankfully, the hedgehog didn’t seem to notice, and simply inclined his head with a quiet “Thank you.” before turning and walking away. Now left all to himself, Dave stared after Shadow as he walked away, while the next phase of his awakening began.

More specifically, the phase known as “bi panic”.

[The intro sequence goes off without a hitch yet again—is this a new record? As usual, everybody gets their own cool intro, plus the team shot at the end.]

[Dr. Eggman does his villain reveal without the green screen this time, which means it doesn’t have an opportunity to stop working! …however, what does break instead is his Egg-O-Matic, which slams into him and knocks him fully out of frame halfway through his maniacal laugh.]

[The intro then continues on, before ending with the title of this week’s episode.]

[Camera opens on Soar the Eagle, in the midst of reporting.]

“Well, folks, it’s probably been at least a year since the last time we held a race here—nobody at the studio could really be bothered to check—but it looks like it’s happening today! Again! The Second Probably-Annual Hedgehog Village Race!”

[Cut to the six heroes, who are standing off to the side watching this take place.]

Shadow frowned. “What’s all this about a race?”

“We all built cars last year with Tails’s cool Build-It Box!” Knuckles explained, practically vibrating in place with excitement. “And then we raced them to see whose was the fastest!”

“Since it’s apparently a thing to hold races annually, the mayor wants us all to do it again for ‘the tourism board’ or something.” Sticks added. They jumped into a fighting stance, their eyes bright. “I don’t care about any of that, I just wanna prove that my car’s the best! I’m gonna win this time for sure!”

The android’s expression softened at the sight of his friends’ eagerness. “Well, would you all care to show me these vehicles of yours?”

All five heroes immediately let out various shouts of agreement, before racing off in different directions to grab their cars. Shadow smirked and rolled his eyes, settling into a slightly more comfortable standing position to wait.

Sticks was the first to return, their all-terrain turtle-style car racing over the bumps in the ground with ease. Sonic, Knuckles and Tails all pulled up around the same time, having used their speed, massive tires, and technological tricks (respectively) to get there as quickly as possible. Amy pulled up last, since she took great care with her pink convertible to ensure it didn’t suffer any damage whatsoever.

A brief montage ensued (complete with a backing track in which the voice samples only consisted of “look at these cool cars” edited in different ways). Tails demonstrated the various abilities of his vehicle, and Knuckles flipped his truck several times on purpose to flaunt its second set of tires. Amy did a few laps in her convertible, showing off its handling, and Sonic did twice as many laps in nearly the same amount of time, just to prove he could. Meanwhile, Sticks hid their car in various places and challenged Shadow to find it—which only became difficult after they banned him from using infrared or electromagnetic sensors.

Once they’d all had their fun, Shadow asked a slightly strange question. “Do you have to use a car in the race?”

Amy grinned at him, folding her arms. “Shadow, if you’re trying to call your skates a racing vehicle, you should know that won’t work. Sonic would win the race by a mile if he got to run in it, but this is about proving whose car is the best! We already know you’re fast without one.”

But Shadow just shook his head. “No, I mean—if I were to use a legitimate vehicle, with wheels and all, but it wasn’t a car, would that be allowed?”

Tails furrowed his brow in thought. “That sounds fine to me…what do you guys think?”

The rest of the team made various noises of agreement, at which Shadow looked almost surprisingly delighted. It was the brightest expression any of them had ever seen on his face, and that alone was enough to convince the other five both that they had made a great decision (when it came to their friend) and possibly also a terrible decision (when it came to the race).

Suddenly, he shot them all a wickedly sharp smile, activating his skates. “I’ll see you all at the race, then…” Shadow replied, before dashing off and leaving a distinct sense of foreboding in his wake.

“Soooo…what do you guys think he has planned?” Sticks asked, once that had all settled in.

Sonic shrugged. “I dunno, probably something weird. He was being really cryptic about it. Like, more than usual.”

“I haven’t seen him smile like that ever.” Knuckles added. “I think this race might actually be really good for him! It’s been ages since he’s gotten into some wild shenanigans with us, it’s about time we had some more fun like that.”

“You’re right, Knuckles.” Amy said, smiling up at him. “I’m looking forward to seeing what he brings to the race.”

About an hour later, everyone was lined up and doing their last few checks on their cars before they set off. All of the old contestants were there—Dave, TW Barker, Eggman…even Leroy the Turtle.

Sonic put on his special racing helmet, flicking his ears a couple times to make sure they’d gone through their notches alright. Since their last race, he’d managed to spray-paint a few cool designs on it; everything from a pair of interlocking rings to his own name in a bold, jagged font could be seen. (He’d also carefully hand-painted five dots on the inside in yellow, red, pink, orange, and black. One was a little newer than the rest, and all of them were kept secret from the others. Cool heroes like him weren’t supposed to be sappy, after all.)

Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise made heads perk up all around the track from whatever it was they were doing, searching for the source of the racket. After a moment, Sonic managed to figure out that it seemed to be coming from the nearby forest…

And then—out of nowhere—a sleek, black motorcycle burst out of the undergrowth, fishtailing in a way that suggested its owner knew exactly what they were doing, before pulling up into the lineup right alongside Sonic’s own racing car. Its engine growled once more before slowing to a stop.

Now that he could see it closely, Sonic noticed the clean red detailing along the sides, as well as the glowing golden designs that marked it as a piece of Ancient technology. Seated just above the back wheel was a glowing, pulsing golden ball of pure chaos energy that seemed to be the source of the designs along the rest of the bike. 

The driver wore a jumpsuit, gloves, and boots so black they practically seemed to absorb light, save for the glimmering golden zipper down the front of the suit and the equally golden rings around their wrists and ankles. Their entire head was fully masked by a black helmet, marked only with a single line of golden Ancient text along the back, near the bottom.

It was only then that Sonic realized his mouth was still hanging open, at which point he immediately shut it.

A low chuckle came from the driver, and they stepped off the motorcycle, raising their visor to reveal none other than Shadow himself, who looked like he couldn’t decide whether to smirk so smugly he’d risk getting kicked or to grin like a child in a toy store. “Nice, isn’t it?” he said, clearly proud.

“Ohmygosh—ohmygosh—OHMYGOSH, WHAT?!” Tails shrieked, launching himself at the bike. “Shadow, what is this, and why have you been keeping it from me? I thought we were friends!” 

Shadow scoffed lightly. “I’m showing it to you now, aren’t I? Besides, I can’t have you knowing all my secrets at once. I’d like to think I deserve a dramatic reveal every once in a while, after all.”

“Where did you even get this?” Tails asked, his eyes and smile still so wide it nearly looked like it might hurt.

“This is my old motorcycle from back when I fought in the war. They’re powered by the user’s chaos energy, and each member of the force I was part of received one. It was…an old hobby of mine, taking care of this. It’s been a long time.” Shadow’s expression grew more and more pained as he spoke, and Sonic took that as his cue to intervene. 

“So, you’re gonna try and beat the reigning champ with half the wheels I have, huh?” Sonic boasted, pointing a thumb at his chest to indicate exactly who said champion was.

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Why am I not surprised that you were the one to win the last race.”

“Well, it was him or Eggman!” Tails piped up. “Sonic’s definitely the better option there.”

“Gee, thanks, Tails.” Sonic huffed. “‘Better than Eggman’ is such a great endorsement.”

“Anytime, Sonic!” the fox shot back, complete with an evil grin.

Shadow chuckled quietly. “He’s not wrong, though. Eggman would have been even more insufferable than you had he won, so I suppose we should all be grateful. I certainly am.”

Sonic narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Now I can’t tell if you’re insulting me or being genuine.”

“A bit of both, if I’m being perfectly honest.” Shadow replied, flipping his visor back down. “Enough standing around, now—the race is starting soon. Make sure you’re ready. I want to face you at your best.”

The hero jumped into his car, a big smile beginning to spread across his face. “Oh, believe me, you will! I’d never bring anything less than my A-game!”

“Ey, this is a race, not a ‘best rivalry banter’ competition!” Sticks yelled from her place a couple of spots over. “Let’s get to the part where we actually, y’know, race?”

[The screen is split into six sections, each showing one of our heroes as they rev their engines, ready to take off.]

The mayor climbed atop a small stool, holding a checkered banner in his hand. “Three…”

Sticks slid her camouflage into place, and Tails flicked several switches.

“Two…”

Knuckles gripped his steering wheel tightly, while Amy flashed her headlights.

“One…”

Shadow rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as Sonic’s foot hovered millimeters over the accelerator.

“GO!”

All of the competitors took off, tearing down the path and into the woods as quickly as they could. Sonic and Shadow immediately began vying for first place, their wheels threatening to grind together as they each fought to pull ahead. 

That was nothing compared to the animosity with which Tails rammed Eggman’s car, however, leaving massive scuffs in the pristine white paint job. “That’s for scaring my brother last episode!” he yelled, teeth bared in a feral grin. Eggman yelped, stomping on the accelerator in an attempt to escape the fox’s wrath.

Meanwhile, Knuckles and Sticks were having a friendly competition to see who could go the most off-road and take the riskiest shortcuts without technically deviating from the course, which was actually going surprisingly well. Dave and TW Barker, on the other hand, were both too distracted with sabotaging each other to focus on enacting any really effective villainy. To be fair to them, they were soon also distracted by the fact that Amy was taking swings at both of them with her hammer whenever either of them threatened to break a rule. 

And Leroy the Turtle…listen, he was doing his best, but…he really shouldn’t have brought a regular bike to a car race.

Back up at the front, Sonic was drifting around corners like a pro, showboating with winks and smug grins as he did so. “Hey Shadow, how’s that dust taste?” he called out, having to fight not to let his voice be whipped away by the wind.

At first, Shadow didn’t reply, and Sonic frowned. Had he really managed to take away Shadow’s knack for snappy comebacks with such a by-the-book remark?

Then, as he drifted around the next corner, practically running on autopilot, he saw Shadow tear past him on the inside of the turn, leaning so low to the ground that his elbow practically brushed it. Sonic had only ever seen something like that happen in movies, and his jaw dropped once again. 

“I don’t know, you tell me!” Shadow shot over his shoulder, pulling into the middle of the path in a clear attempt to block Sonic from regaining his previous position, and that was what snapped Sonic out of it.

The blue hedgehog burst out laughing, letting out a wild cheer of pure exhilaration. And though he couldn’t see it, he just knew that Shadow was smiling under his helmet too.

Not far behind them were Tails and Eggman, both still locked in bitter combat. Tails was pulling out all the stops, launching every possible road hazard he had in his arsenal, from spiked balls to straight-up bombs. Eggman was giving as good as he got, though, deploying movable shields and retaliating with laser blasts. 

Tails growled softly to himself. “He dodges everything I throw at him! How am I supposed to get the jump on Egghead if he predicts all my moves?”

Suddenly, his eyes widened. “Wait…the jump…of course! Why didn’t I think of it before? I might’ve designed this to be an obstacle, but it can help me too!”

Tails slammed his hand on a big button near the edge of his dashboard, watching as a massive star-emblazoned spring shot out and landed ahead of Eggman’s car, forcing him to shift lanes in order to avoid it.

“Ha!” the doctor cackled. “Missed again!”

“Bold of you to assume I was aiming for you!” Tails cried. “You forgot this fox can fly, Egg-breath!”

And with that, his car hit the spring, soaring high into the air. Within seconds, Tails had calculated exactly what he would need to do in order to land in front of Eggman, and then how to herd him off the path entirely so he would be disqualified, and then all he’d need to do would be to pour on some speed and—

—just as he reached the peak of his arc, something smashed into his car, blowing it completely in half. Without the right weight to maintain his momentum, Tails’s car smashed into the road far off from where he was expecting…which would’ve been alright on its own, if it weren’t for the fact that it couldn’t, well, drive anymore. 

Shaken, the fox peered out of the wreckage just in time to see Eggman blast by, laughing evilly as a giant laser cannon retracted back into his vehicle. “Better luck next time!” he called, revving his engine as he blasted into the distance. 

Tails stared after him for a long moment, his eyes wide and pupils tiny. It wasn’t until Eggman was out of view that he sank to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his tails around his shins.

Hopelessness began to sink in further as he heard more engines coming towards him from far in the distance, and he hid his face in his arms. Stupid—he should have known better than to deviate from his pre-planned maneuvers! Now he’d be forced to sit here and scrape together the broken pieces of his car as the other contestants rushed by…

Wait—but—weren’t the engines supposed to be coming from the other direction?

Suddenly, Sonic’s speedster car skidded to a stop beside him, followed shortly by Shadow’s motorcycle. The blue hero leapt out of his car, rushing over to Tails and lifting him up with ease. “You okay, Tails?” Sonic scanned his little brother for injuries nervously. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Just my pride.” Tails sighed, his ears visibly drooping. Sonic set him back down and ruffled his hair gently.

“What happened?” Shadow asked, having removed his helmet in an effort to better look over the fox’s car. “We just heard the announcer say that your car was hit by a laser and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Tails startled at the second half of that sentence, his eyes growing wide yet again. “You…but I thought you wanted to win the race?”

“Lil’ buddy, I wasn’t just gonna leave you behind! I need my best bro with me, not blown up in the middle of a race!” Sonic insisted.

Shadow frowned. “And you’ve done so much for me, there’s no chance that I’d pass up an opportunity to return the favor.”

Tails grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Awww, you guys…”

“Now then,” the android said, “what exactly happened here?”

The engineer sighed. “I tried to deploy a spring so I could leapfrog Eggman, but he blew my car in half with a big laser cannon while I was still in the air.”

Sonic smacked a fist into his other palm. “Well, there’s no way we’re letting him get away with that! We’ve gotta get your car back in the race!”

“And how, exactly, am I gonna pull that off? It’s literally in pieces, and I don’t have the Build-It Box with me for repairs!” Tails gestured over to said pieces unhappily.

Sonic’s determination didn’t falter for even a second. “You remember how you guys helped me win last year? I think it’s about time I returned the favor.”

Tails’s fur practically stood on end. “You don’t mean—?!”

Sonic grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. “Just promise you’ll rebuild them later, ‘kay?” (In the background, Shadow raised an eyebrow, before seemingly resigning himself to this plan.)

“I promise!” Tails cried, bouncing up and down in place. “And you guys can ride with me too, if you want!”

Shadow gave him a small smile. “That sounds perfect. Now let’s not waste any more time—the doctor is already far ahead, and we need to catch him.”

Quickly, the three rebuilt Tails’s car, replacing his wheels with Sonic’s and patching up many of the worst scrapes and breaks with parts from Shadow’s motorcycle, along with a new Chaos-fueled turbo engine in the back to make up for lost time. (Shadow had requested a non-Meh Burger meal afterwards to make up for all the energy he would lose, and Tails had more than happily agreed.)

Sonic climbed into the passenger’s seat next to Tails, while Shadow donned his helmet once more and teleported onto the roof, where he took hold of the converters that would power the turbo booster on the back. “Are you ready, Shadow?” Tails called.

“I’d never be anything less.” Shadow’s smirk was practically audible.

And with that, the car took off.

Tails steered it through the various tight bends that Sonic and Shadow had previously traversed, with little bursts of power from Shadow to help guide it around particularly difficult turns. Before long, they found themselves gaining on Eggman, who had slowed down to a more leisurely pace (although he hadn’t stopped in front of the finish line like last time—he didn’t earn his doctorate by not learning, after all).

The young engineer smiled in a way that suddenly reminded Sonic that his brother had descended from carnivores in a way that hedgehogs had decidedly not. “Hey Eggman!” Tails barked. “This time, it’s the fox that’s hunting you!”

Eggman screeched, stepping on the accelerator as hard as he possibly could and firing a barrage of lasers back at Tails. At that moment, Shadow cut off the Chaos engine, making the car drop back and all the lasers miss. 

“Oh, so that’s how it is, hm?” the doctor yelled. “I suppose they do say ‘if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it’!” 

With that, he activated his giant laser cannon, popping it out of his car and charging it up rapidly. “Sonic!” Tails cried. “I need you to hit the big red button as many times as you possibly can!”

“Wait, Tails, are you serious?” Sonic asked. “I thought people were never supposed to hit the big red button!”

“Yeah, but I knew you’d wanna do it, so I made it so you can. Now hit it, and don’t stop!” 

Sonic mashed the button as quickly as he could, continuing to do so even as a humming noise coming from the front of the car grew louder and louder...

The muffler on Tails’s vehicle split, unleashing a laser blast of his own that stopped Eggman’s dead in mid-air. “What?!” the doctor yelped. “How?”

“Guess you’re gonna need to fix that now, huh?” Tails shot back, in lieu of a proper answer. “Shadow!”

Suddenly, Tails’s car blasted forward once again, courtesy of Shadow’s energy reserves. Eggman was too stunned to even react at first, and by the time he did, it was far too late. The other three were already most of the way through the forest, and he only caught up enough to watch them from a distance…as they crossed the finish line far ahead of him.

“No!” Eggman cried. “Not again! Ugh!” He pressed a button on his console. “Orbot? Cubot? Prep the ice cream. Fudge swirl. And if you value your gears…do not talk to me about the race!”

And with that, his Eggmobile flew him back to his tower, grumbling all the way.

Meanwhile, over at the finish line, Shadow had slid off the roof and was currently being supported by Sonic and Tails, all three wearing various triumphant smiles. Amy was there to greet them, having been disqualified once she caused a two-car pileup. (She wasn’t actually disqualified for causing the crash, but rather for getting out of her own car to have a proper smackdown with TW Barker and Dave.)

“Hey, where’s Knuckles and Sticks?” Sonic asked her.

“Oh, I think they’re still having fun playing demolition derby with their cars.” Amy explained, rolling her eyes fondly. “But good job, you three! I saw it all on the cameras!”

“Even the part where I embarrassed myself by getting all sad?” Tails asked, cringing.

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Shadow replied, sounding more noticeably tired than usual. “You made a mistake. It happens. Now you’ve learned from it, and you even won the race in spite of it.”

“Exactly! Thank you, Shadow!” Amy exclaimed, seeming quite proud for some reason.

Sonic zipped off, snatching the trophy from the mayor’s hands, and rushed it back to Tails with a big grin. Amy took up the role of ‘Shadow support structure’, allowing Sonic to lift Tails onto his shoulders as the fox held his trophy high in the air. 

“Yeah! We won!” the fox cheered, over the sound of Sonic’s whooping. 

The blue hedgehog grinned up at his brother. “What do ya say we go grab some burgers to celebrate?”

A loud “AHEM” abruptly came from Amy and Shadow’s direction, making both Sonic and Tails whip around to stare at a suddenly giggling Amy and a distinctly unamused Shadow.

“I believe I was promised something other than that?” the android remarked. “I refuse to let all of my flavor reception programming go ignored, after all.”

The brothers gave Amy twin hopeful looks, making her sigh. “Very well, you’re all invited over to my place for a meal. But!” She raised a single finger in the air. “You two are going to handle getting Knuckles and Sticks over, and you’re helping out in the kitchen wherever you can.”

“Just promise me it won’t all be health food, and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Sonic held out the hand that wasn’t supporting Tails to shake on it.

“Deal!” Amy declared, taking his hand and shaking it firmly.

“Alright, now let’s get this show on the road!” Sonic cheered, making Tails laugh with delight and the other two smile, the euphoria of winning spilling out onto everyone and brightening all their moods.

And with that, the four headed off to Amy’s house, ready to celebrate their victory together…and without putting up with Meh Burger.

[The show freeze-frames, and then fades to black. Then the credits roll.]

[not-so-avid-fanfic-writer]

Alien Blues

Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks X autistic reader

This one shot contains fluff, nesting, maybe some angst, and something that I always call 'autism dominance' (idk the real term for it, but it's basically and autistic individual who's traits are more noticeable than usual, probably due to stress)

DO NOT REPOST/PLAGARISE

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Based on this post

Quirk is from my Fan Fic series, Endless Forms Most Beautiful (but not the same universe) and you can read the info sheet here

Right now you just wanted to cry, but you almost visibly recoiled at the thought of your face feeling wet and sticky with salt.

The whole day, all you wanted was to be buried in your lover's arms, wings wrapped around each other, tucked into the corner of your apartment that was turned into a nest.

But instead you were stuck shoulder to shoulder with every type of stranger possible on the subway home from your dream-turned-nightmare 9-5 job.

You swear you've almost been fired a couple of times today. From your 'informal' work attitude because of you're stimming, to not wanting to give you're sweaty palmed and just generally unclean superior physical contact.

You can almost feel how moist your bones are inside your body, and count every air molecule that that you felt pounding against your skin as your finally freed from the metal cage of nightmarish speed. Speaking of nightmarish speeds, that's the one you chose to run at to guarantee no more sensory problems on your way home.

You wish you could fly, you really do. But the contract your company had with you which meant you couldn't use your quirk, unless it was for what was classed as a genuine reason.

As you closed the door to the apartment, you peeled your feet out of the ridiculous dress shoes the company had you wear so you could morph you feet into a more comfortable and natural state.

Stretching your wings and arms above your head, you wander your home searching for pillows, blankets, and most importantly, your beloved, Keigo Takami.

You heard the door open and close mid forage, and you whip your head around, eyes locking on the intruder.

"Keigo!" You sobbed, not realising your love was going to be home so early. Soon you found yourself breaking down in his arms.

"Hey, hey. Baby calm down. Let's get you into the nest, and I'll get you some snacks." He offered, and all you could muster was a quiet 'mhm' , and as soon as your body hit the circular mattress in your living room, you went limp, and Keigo left to get something to eat from the kitchen, as well as the blankets you had dropped.

"Today was shit." You spat out. "They kept on touching me."

"I know, baby bird. How about we finish the nest, order some takeout, and watch that ghost show you like?"

You look up at him from your spot in the nest, baffled.

"You're willing to watch Lockwood & Co. with me? You never do this."

"Sometimes sacrifices need to be made to make people happy."

~*-*~Timeskip~*-*~

A few pizzas and a finished nest later, you and Keigo were cuddling, your back to his chest.

He suddenly spoke up,

"I don't think she did look in the mirror."

You turn to look at him with a raised eye, questioning him.

"The one with the curly hair? I personally think she had enough time to look while George got the net."

. . .

There was silence for a bit before Keigo spoke.

"Nah, I don't think so, c'm'ere."

And before you knew it, you were pinned, deft hands working at your sides, causing you to writhe and giggle, almost to the point of pain.

"NO KEI- STOP, PLEASE." You squealed.

"Only if you stop being such a smart ass."

"AAAAHHH, FINE FINE JUST STOOPP, PLEASE."

. . .

Keigo flopped down onto you, and you welcomed it, the pressure grounding you.

"Y'know," you said, "I lied about what I said earlier." You admitted.

"Oh, shaddup."

That was fun to write

This prompt was made by @mirukosbitchywife

I hope I can use more of them in the future

Anyways, bye for now :]

-Ez

[darkgodcomplex]

Stolen

Mello X Reader

Chapter 7

You can find chapters 1-6 at:

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Enjoy the story:

You and Near sit across from each other, eating the cheesy takeout pizza over the coffee table. You can't help but glance up at the time. Mello, Matt, Halle, and Gevanni are already at the bar. You wonder what kind of night they're having.

You shake it off, opting to stare at Near instead. He grabs the pizza delicately, gray eyes flicking up to stare back at you.

"Is pizza your favorite?" He makes idle conversation. It's unsettling, in a way.

You swallow your bite of pizza, "No, I just... felt like pizza."

He nods, eating the pizza just as delicately as he holds it, "Have you been liking the headquarters? If there is anything you would like, just ask. It's really no problem."

You feel like he's prodding for something, but you don't know what. That's the unsettling about Mello, Matt, and Near, you always feel like you're being analyzed.

"I've been just fine."

"I apologize to take our dinner into work talk, but I did wish to ask you some more questions regarding Beyond Birthday.”

Ah, so you were right. He is prodding for something.

"Okay..."

"When we arrived in the tent at the fair, you and Beyond Birthday must have been inside for several minutes beforehand."

"What makes you assume that?" He's right, but you know better than to fold right away.

Near's eyes slide to the side, as if debating what to tell you. Finally, he gives a reply, "On the day of the mission we placed a tracking device in your sweatshirt. Just in case anything went awry, of course. It's why we were able to get to you so fast. The tracker placed you inside the tent for several minutes before we arrived."

Ah, you should've suspected something like this.

"What did Beyond Birthday say to you?"

You swallow. Now is your chance to come clean about everything. After all, Beyond Birthday is a murderer, there's no doubt about that. There should be no reason for you to take his side. Yet, there is something nagging at the back of your brain.

Why would he want you to get the inheritance?

Perhaps he is merely lying. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary for a murderer to lie. Still, you can't help but feel like Near is hiding something from you.

You'll play Near's game, even if you don't have the handbook. "He said the inheritance isn't money." It's not a lie, but it's not the entire truth.

Near's eyes flash with interest, a small smile perched upon his lips. "So Beyond Birthday knows what the inheritance is?"

You nod, "But he didn't tell me what."

Near leans back, absentmindedly grabbing for a toy robot. He moves it's arm up and down as he ponders this.

"What do you think it is?" You ask him.

Near's eyes snap back to you, "I don't know." He speaks honestly now. "It's something I've wondered about for a long time. Before this, I was about 70 percent sure it was money."

"70 percent?"

"Now I would give around 50 percent for some sort of note or letter, around 20 percent for a piece of property, 15 percent for money, 13 percent for a personal object, and 2 percent for something else."

You're not sure you understand where he's getting these numbers from, but he seems pretty confident.

"You think he left me a note?" Perhaps there will be an explanation for everything. Why you never met him, why you're not a part of this great detective legacy, why this is all crashing down on you now.

"Or a diary, I suppose." Near still fiddles with the toy. "Most likely detailing cases he's worked on.”

"I see."

Near leans forward again, "Now, back to the tent-"

There's a ruckus outside the door. Both you and Near look up to see Matt burst through the door, clearly intoxicated. Mello follows him, looking less intoxicated. Leaning on his shoulder is Halle, who looks more drunk than the two of them combined. She hugs Mello's arm, stroking it with her fingertips.

"We've brought the party to you!" Matt slides in next to you on the couch. He's much touchier when drunk, not afraid to sling his arm around your shoulders.

You glance at Mello. Despite his alcohol flushed cheeks, he doesn't make eye contact with you. He looks at Near.

"What were you doing?" He asks, his words deadly sober.

"We were just having a conversation." Nears says innocently. "She was just telling me how much she likes our athletics room."

A lie.

Mello knows this is a lie. His eyes slide over to you. It's the first time he's looked at you in over a week. Just as he's about to ask you something, Matt chimes in.

"Quit being grumpy, Mello." He teases, mocking a grumpy face. "Come sit."

Mello considers it for a second, then obliges. He moves past you, sitting on your other side so that you're wedged between Matt and Mello. Halle follows after Mello. Near gives her a polite nod as she sits on Mello's left. You watch her hand slide onto his thigh, petting lightly. From then on you opt to stare ahead.

Matt ruffles your hair. It feels demeaning. "Ah man, should've taken you with us, would've been funny."

"What's more funny is how you seem to have returned with no date." You quip back, sticking your chin up.

Halle laughs, "He spent the whole night talking to a girl and she ended up going home with someone else."

Matt shrugs it off, "Night's still young, I could still get myself a lady friend-" He prods your side with his finger. You elbow him away and he smirks, "I promise my bed's cozy-"

"Knock it off, Matt." Mello huffs.

Matt raises his palms defensively, moving away from you. "Since when have you cared what I do?" He leans back, throwing his arms behind his head.

Mello rolls his eyes, "You were being annoying."

"Bah, what a lame party." Matt stands, giving a big stretch. "I'm going to go play video games."

"Oh, is that what you call jerking off?" Halle calls after him as he walks off.

Matt merely puts up a middle finger as he disappears around the corner.

"I suppose I should be retiring as well." Near stands, nodding his head at you before walking off.

Now it's the three of you.

You don't know why, but you don't excuse yourself. You fiddle with your hands as Halle strokes Mello's arm and leg. When she sees you're not getting up, she leans towards Mello, putting her lips against his ear.

"Let's go back to my room."

She pulls away, standing up and waiting for him. He doesn't follow.

Mello looks up at her, his face unreadable. "I've got some more work to do tonight.”

Her face falls for the briefest moment before she hardens back up, pursing her lips tight. "Your loss, maybe I'll go visit Matt." She looks at you and a foreign emotion passes over her face before she turns and walks off.

Now it's just you and Mello. He leans back into the couch and you wonder what he's thinking.

After a beat, you speak up, "Thank you for the dog." You say softly.

He looks over at you.

"The plush dog," you clarify, "...the one from the fair."

He shrugs, "It wasn't that hard to get it."

"I know... but I appreciate it."

There's another pause.

Mello sits up, clearing his throat, "You know, I was thinking about your boxing technique. Your jab's not bad, but your hook could really use some work."

You smile, listening to him gently explain boxing techniques to you. As he goes on, he gets more animated, talking with his hands and looking at you for your nods of approval. For the first time, as you gaze into his icy blue eyes, you catch a subtle hint of green.

"Mello." You interrupt him talking about blocking.

He blinks at you, "huh?”

"I would love to practice boxing with you."

You see him turn a shade redder. He keeps his voice soft, "We can start tomorrow then."

When you finally retire for the night, you feel like you're walking on clouds. Mello disappears into his room with a smile plastered onto his face. As you pass by Matt's room to get to your own, you hear the soft sounds of his video game.

In the morning, you wake up feeling refreshed. You bounce out of bed, getting dressed and heading out the door.

You're looking forward to seeing Mello, particularly for your boxing lesson. When you reach the living room, however, you're greeted with the sight of Matt flopped on the couch, Gameboy in hand.

"Where is everyone else?" You ask.

Matt sighs, "Mello and Near went to investigate another crime scene, took Gevanni with them and told me to stay here and watch you. I said why can't Halle or Rester do it, but apparently they had work to do."

You sit down next to him, watching him play his game. "Another Beyond Birthday murder?"

"Apparently." Matt shrugs. "Didn't know who though, it was a fresh case, just occurred a few hours ago. They left just fifteen minutes ago."

"Oh."

Matt jabs one of the buttons, making his digital car turn sharply around a pixelated building.

"Did they say when they'd be back?" You ask.

"Could be hours, who knows."

As you open your mouth to ask another question, the power goes out. The room you're in has no windows. The only thing that illuminates you both is the Gameboy and, even then, it has only enough light for you to see the dark shadows of Matt's face.

"That... is not supposed to happen." Matt stands, looking around the dark room. "We have two backup generators. If there was an electrical outage, they should kick on automatically."

"Did someone... cut the power?" You ask frightfully.

Matt frowns, "Even if someone cut the power, we have building security." He starts to walk away from you.

"Wait, don't leave!"

"Stay here, I'm just going to get Halle and Rester. I'll be right back." You watch the light of the Gameboy fade away until you're left in complete darkness. You can't even see your hands in front of your face. Still, you feel around, trying to find something that might provide some light.

If you had your phone, this would be much easier. Unfortunately, it's currently sitting on your kitchen countertop in your apartment, left behind when you were first kidnapped.

Sitting in the dark gives you a lot of time to think. It feels like ages since you were first kidnapped and taken to the SPK's hideout. Surprisingly, you've grown quite comfortable with the fact that you're a top level detective's daughter.

When this is all over, will you be able to return to your normal life? You contemplate this. Your office job seems so menial now. When you've had a taste of car chases, gun fights, and genius detectives, can you really return to a boring life?

You'll have to. Eventually, the inheritance will be found, Beyond Birthday will be caught, and Near, Matt, and Mello will have no use for you. You will have to return to your office job, your tiny apartment, your...

Your family. Your real family. The ones who raised you, loved you, and taught you everything you know. Your heart aches for them. You hope they know you're safe.

You're not safe.

You're suddenly grabbed in the darkness, pressed back against a taller body. You feel a cold sharp edge press against your throat.

"Now the real show starts."

[fullsunstrawberry]

[PREVIEW‼️]

synopsis: being friends with Intak is awesome and often you get invited to hang out during practice. However, the guys have noticed Jongseob's close relationship with you. His behavior around you seems different, but the catch is you only like older guys… 

genre: friends to lovers, angst, fluff ending

warnings: swearing, third person when reader isn't there (preview ends in angst)

word count: TBA (preview is 2k)

release date: April 5

taglist open!

"Intak, are you still inviting your friend to practice?" Theo asked as the group entered the practice room.

"As long as Keeho is still fine with it!"

All eyes turned toward Keeho, awaiting his response.

"Quit staring! Of course she can come..." He dismissed their gazes with a wave. "But only if you all work hard, no slacking off," Keeho glanced at Soul, prompting a laugh and a shrug from him.

"I've already got the choreography down!" Soul defended.

"I've already texted her. She's on her way with food!" Intak cheered.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The group eagerly got started, trying to get everything down before y/n arrives. Already knowing some of the members would get distracted. 

Intak’s phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly checked it. “She’s here!” He announced, rushing to the door to greet her. 

With a warm smile, you entered the practice room, carrying bags of takeout. The delicious smell filled the air, making everyone’s stomachs growl. Keeho couldn’t help but smirk knowing he was right, everyone was gonna be distracted. 

Before everyone sat down to eat, you made sure to give everyone a small hug as a greeting. 

Jongseob quickly fixed his hair in the mirror before walking over to you with smile on his face. 

“You brought food again, y/n? You’re a lifesaver!” Jongseob exclaimed, his eyes shining with appreciation.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm and started unpacking the bags. You started to handed out the food, making sure everyone had their favorite dishes before settling down yourself. 

Before you could even choose where to sit, Jongseob already patted the spot next to him.

You settled down next to Jongseob, smiling at him before opening your own takeout. 

“You need to try this, It’s so good!” Jongseob held up his chopsticks to your face. Without a second thought you opened your mouth and let him feed you. 

“Holy shit, that’s amazing! Next time I need to get some”

“Here have some of mine,” Jongseob took his takeout out box and shoved some of his food onto yours. 

In protest you try to move your plate away but stopped because you didn’t want to spill anything, “You’re the one who needs to eat, You’re a growing boy!” You laughed, teasing him with a giggle.

Jongseob rolled his eyes, reaching for another piece of food to offer you. "You paid for it," he said with a grin. You both continued to share food, laughing and chatting animatedly with each other. The rest of the group watched in amusement, some exchanging knowing glances with each other. 

You stood up and excused yourself, wanting something from the vending machine. 

Jongseob also stood up and called out he was going too. 

Once you two were out of the practice room, everyone looked around silently. Until Theo broke it, “So does he like her or something?”

Keeho chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, definitely. Have you seen the way he looks at her? It's written all over his face."

Jiung leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's about time he made a move. They're perfect for each other."

Soul nodded in agreement, "I've never seen Jongseob act this way around anyone before. It's pretty obvious he likes her."

Keeho nudged intak, getting him to look up from his phone, “What about her, you think she likes him?” 

Intak looked a little stunned, “Y/N and Jongseob?” He questioned “No, y/n’s not into younger guys” 

Everyone groaned, “HEY! I’m just being honest, she probably sees him as a younger brother…” Intak defended himself.

The group continued their conversation, each member sharing their thoughts on Jongseob and your relationship. Despite Intak's insistence that you only saw Jongseob as a younger brother, Keeho couldn't help but notice the way you always laughed at his jokes, how your eyes sparkled when you talked to him. It was obvious to him that there was something more between you two.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you and Jongseob reentered the room, laughing about something only the two of you knew. The group quickly composed themselves, trying to act nonchalant. You resumed your seat next to Jongseob, who was still grinning from whatever joke he had shared with you.

As you settled back in, Jongseob leaned in slightly, his voice low as he spoke only to you. "Hey, y/n, do you maybe want to hang out after practice? Just the two of us?" He glanced nervously at the rest of the group, who were now doing a terrible job of pretending not to eavesdrop.

“Sure, there’s this new night cafe I want to check out.” You smiled already pulling up your phone to check the time they close. “I’ll pay, my treat!” You grinned, delusional about the fact he wants this hangout to be different.

“No, I’m gonna pay this time” Jongseob shook his head.

“It’s no big deal, i’m paying!” You argued. 

Jongseob chuckled, a fond look in his eyes as he gazed at you. He reached over and gently took your hand, causing a hush to fall over the room as the group watched in anticipation. "Y/n, let me treat you this time," he insisted with a soft smile. You hesitated for a moment before finally nodding, a warm feeling spreading through your chest at his gesture. The rest of the group exchanged excited glances, knowing that this hangout might just be the push their friend needed to take your relationship to the next level.

“Okay, that’s enough! Time to get back to practice.” Keeho shouted, trying to get everyone’s attention and causing Jongseob to jump slightly at the voice of another person. 

You laugh and went to sit in the corner of the room, where you normally sat to watch everyone dance. You locked eyes with Jongseob’s, through the mirror, and he gave you a smile smile before focusing on what Keeho was saying. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“Okay, take a little break. No longer than 5 minutes!” Keeho yelled, his voice already sounding tired. 

You looked up from your phone and noticed Intak making his way towards you. 

You smiled up at him as he started to sit down. “Am I in trouble? You don’t look so happy…”

Intak sighed, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Intak hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It's about Jongseob," he finally blurted out.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What about him?" you asked, your heart rate picking up a notch.

Intak cleared his throat, looking somewhat uncomfortable. "I know you see him as a younger brother, but I've noticed something... between you two. And I think he might have feelings for you." He paused, gauging your reaction.

You felt a rush of emotions flood through you - surprise, uncertainty, and maybe even hope but you wouldn’t admit it. "Jongseob?" you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the idea.

Intak nodded solemnly. "Yeah. And I think you should consider how you feel about him too."

Before you could respond, the rest of the group began filtering back into the room, laughter and chatter filling your ears but all you could hear was a ringing.

Before you could even think you stood up and gathered your things. “Um, sorry guys but I need to go home…I’m really tired!” 

As you gathered your things in a rush, the group exchanged puzzled looks, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Intak watched you with a mix of concern and guilt, wondering if he had overstepped by bringing up Jongseob's feelings. Just as you were about to leave, Jongseob caught up to you at the door, his expression a mix of confusion and worry.

"Y/N, is everything alright?" Jongseob asked softly, placing a hand on your arm to stop you from leaving.

You turned to face him, trying to act calm despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "Yeah, I'm just really exhausted. I think I need to rest for a bit."

Jongseob studied your face intensely, as if searching for any hint of what was truly going on in your mind. "Do you want me to walk you home?" he offered hesitantly not knowing what was wrong.

A small part of you wanted to accept his offer but you shook your head no and mustered a small smile. "It's okay, Jongseob. I'll be fine. Thank you, though," you replied softly, avoiding his gaze.

Jongseob's expression fell slightly at your refusal, but he nodded understandingly. "Alright, just take care of yourself, y/n. And remember, if you ever need anything, I'm here for you," he said sincerely.

You gave him a grateful look before slipping out the door, the cool night air hitting your face as you made your way home. Thoughts of Jongseob and Intak's words swirled in your mind, leaving you feeling more conflicted than ever.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Back at in the practice room, everyone turned towards Intak. 

“What just happened?” Jiung muttered shocked.

Intak cleared his throat, his expression a mix of guilt and concern. "I think I might have upset her," he admitted slowly, his eyes darting between the group members. But not having the curage to look at Jongseob.

“What did you say?” Jongseob’s voice was serious, never daring to use such harsh tone of voice when speaking to someone older. But he didnt care right now, not when it came to you.

Intak hesitated, feeling the weight of Jongseob's gaze on him. "I... I just mentioned that I noticed something between her and you. That maybe you have feelings for her," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jongseob's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with a mixture of emotions. He turned to look at Keeho, who gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, Jongseob finally spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. 

"I-I do have feelings for her. I just never knew how to tell her," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The group fell silent, processing this new revelation. Jiung was the first to break the silence, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go after her!" he urged Jongseob, nudging him playfully.

But instead of encouraging him, he felt defeated. 

“I’m guessing by her reaction it wasnt mutual…” 

Keeho placed a reassuring hand on Jongseob's shoulder, offering him a supportive smile. 

"You never know until you try, Jongseob. Maybe she just needs some time to process everything. Don't give up just yet."

Jongseob shook his head in disagrement, “No, I should have known she wouldnt feel the same way.” 

Feeling dejected, Jongseob sank down onto one of the practice room's chairs, his shoulders slumping in defeat. His mind was a whirlwind of regret and self-blame, wishing he had never let his feelings for you surface. The rest of the group exchanged concerned glances, unsure of what to do or say to lift their friend's spirits. Jiung cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air.

 "You can't give up so easily, Jongseob. Sometimes things are more complicated than they seem," he offered softly, trying to offer some comfort. But Jongseob merely shook his head, his expression resigned.

 "I've already caused enough trouble. I don't want to make things even more awkward between us," he mumbled, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A few moments of silence pasted before Jongseob spoke again, “Can you guys just forget about it and leave me alone.” He huffed out putting his headphones on to escape the awkward atmosphere. 

As Jongseob disappeared into his own world with his music, the rest of the group exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed. Keeho let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. 

"This is a mess," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the tension in the room. Jiung leaned back against the mirrored wall, crossing his arms thoughtfully.

 "Maybe we should give them some space," he suggested, eyeing the door through which you had left earlier. Intak nodded in agreement, his expression still clouded with guilt over potentially causing this rift among friends.

 "I'll talk to her later and try to clear things up," he promised, determination flickering in his eyes. With a shared understanding, the group dispersed quietly, each lost in their own thoughts and concerns for their friends. Outside in the cool night air, you walked slowly along the dimly lit streets, your mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions.

“Do you like jongseob…?”

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Rainy Days

Seungmin x Reader (bf x gf)

Warning: Slight cussing. Ranting. Angst. Sad. Death in the family. Comfort. Little bit of Fluff. (Please tell me if I'm missing anything!)

POV: Second-Person

An: Hello fellow Stays! I just wanna say thank you for taking a look at this story and I really hope you enjoy it. This is my first 'skz' type fanfiction ever and I would love critiques and maybe even some requests on my next one? Nothing smut though!! Alrighty, on to the story and have a wonderful day! <3

Rain. You despised rainy days because you knew something bad was bound to happen, any point of the day something unexpected. It was 3:00pm and you were driving to your shared apartment with Seungmin, your boyfriend. He was sweet, loving, and can be very teasing at times but that's only one of the reasons you love him.

'What a fucking day.' You thought to yourself, jumping out of your car, umbrella opened, hearing the pats of sound the rain made on it, and walked in through the automatic sliding doors of the hotel. Your coworkers were on your last nerve today, your boss gave you extra work to do than normal, and you've barely had anytime to eat a actual meal. So, being physically and mentally exhausted, all you wanted to do was lay down in bed with your boyfriend.

You got to your guys dorm, knocked on it to announce your presence, and used your key to let yourself in. "Hi baby, I'm home." You said adding a sigh of relief at the end of your sentence.

"Hey babe! You sound exhausted, are you okay?" Your little puppy asked, running to you from the couch and gently placing a hand on you check. His eyes were filled with worry and love for you and that made you smile. He always makes you smile, the way he talks, laughs, protects you, hugs you, kisses you, and cuddles you. Just everything about him was so kind and was so willing to listen. So on instinct, you answered him with honesty.

"Not really. Work today was on my last fucking nerve, my boss gave extra work to do, and with all the extra shit that they gave me, I've barely had time to eat anything. So, I'm tired, hungry, and really want to go to bed."

Seungmin's eyes widened as you revealed your horrible day and instantly asked you, "Do you want food? Do you want cuddles? Kisses? Anything?" He looked down at you and thoughts were running through his mind like, 'What do I do? Does she want me to give her space? What food does she want?' And you could tell just by looking at him back with tired eyes. You didn't answer him for a second, and then hugged him with your face placed onto his chest.

He was taken a back for a slipt second and then hugged you back, rubbing small circles around you back to sooth you. He took a moment to breath for himself before whispering to you, "I'll put you on the couch, play your favorite show, order some takeout, grab the blankets, and we can cuddle, okay?" You nodded.

He picked you up, as you wrapped you arms and leges around him, walked to the couch and placed you there gently. He pulled up your favorite show and pressed play. He went into your guys shared bedrooom and got the blankets and laid them out on top of you. Finally, he pulled his phone out and ordered some food. "The food should be here any minute. Now we can watch and cuddle okay?"

You smiled and nodded happily. Seungmin got comfortabble sitting next to you and opened his arms for you to come into them. You moved your way over to him and took a deep breath, and were satisfied. 'Please let nothing else happens today.' You hoped in your mind.

*Timeskip*

You yawned and looked at your phone to see the time, 6:50pm. You and Suengmin have been watching the same show for about three hours. You pushed yourself up and stood up to stretch, then your phone rang. You looked at you phone questionable look, who would be calling you at this hour? You picked up your phone and saw your younger brother's name on the contact and you answered, "Hey buddy, what's up?"

"Come to the hospital. Mom's not okay." Was all he said before quickly hanging up. You froze where you stood, phone still held up to you ear, seeming to wait for nothing. You dropped your phone making Seungmin jump slightly and making him run to you.

"Mom's in the hospital." You mumbled with a wavering voice and you started to shake, heart racing, head spinnning of all the possibilities your mother was in the hospital. 'Is she okay? Why is she in the hospital? I don't remember anything wrong with her? What happened? I need to see her.'

With your thoughts running wild, Seungmin was confused, worried, and trying to get you to calm down. "Babe babe, hey look at me. Look at me!" He said, having his hands on your face to make you look at him. "What just happened baby? You dropped your phone and now your shaking, you're scaring me."

You stuttered as you tried to answer him, "It's m-my mom. S-s-she's in the h-hosptial, a-a-a-and I don't know why." You started to cry, tears running freely down your face.

Seungmin's heart broke when you started to cry, but toughened up and spoke to you calmly. "Your mother is going to be fine. Let's go to her now, come on, up you go." He said, hoisting you up with his strength. All you could do was let him lead you to the car as your eye sight was going in and out of vision. You were panicking, and you couldn't calm down until you saw your mother.

*Timeskip*

You were now waiting in the waiting room at the hospital. Your leg bouncing in anticipation, looking back and forth for one of the doctors to come out and tell you that your mom was okay. Seungmin held your shaking, cold hand, ketp his composure to not make you feel worse. On the outside he seemed fine, but on the inside he was nervous as hell. He didn't like seeing you like this, and your mother was like another mom to him. He knew though, he had to be strong for you.

A couple minutes later after waiting for what felt like forever, a doctor came out and walked straight to you and Seungmin. You instantly stood up and asked, "Can I go see my mom?"

The doctor sighed with a sad expression on his face. You got even more worried and your anxiety built up, "What's wrong? Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay!"

"I'm sorry miss. Your mother, she didn't make it. She died from a unexpected illness and came us this morning about it. We tried everything to make it better, but it just kept getting worse. I'm so sorry." He explained, to your terrified expression. You must have forgotten where you were because you fell to the floor screaming, crying, skaking uncontrollably, feeling your whole world falling apart right in front of you.

Everyone looked at you with sympathetic looks, and Seungmin jumps to your side and brought you into a tight and loving hug and let you cry like a child. Seungmin kept saying sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down, rocking side-to-side, he shirt getting soaked by your tears. "It's okay baby. It's okay." He said, trying to keep his tears in as well. But as you cried and cried he could take it anymore and cried silently into the crook of your neck.

'I knew something bad would happen but not this. I, didn't even get to say goodbye and how much I loved her.' At the last thought you cried even harder and squeezed Seungmin so tightly it hurt your muscles more than it hurt him physically.

The two of you stayed at the hospital, crying in each others arms. Seungmin not knowing how else he could calm you nor himself of the person who was like his second mom. And you still hating the fact that today was the last time you could see your mother, and that it was a rainy day.

Finished

[limitless-rose]

Stray Kids as weird habits/quirks of mine:

Yes, that's how I act, I'm sorry 🙃

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˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Bang Chan: Randomly flirting on accident but unable to actually flirt on command. I can openly make 'flirty/suggestive' comments and throw 3 (very) inappropriate jokes in a row to casually respond in a conversation, to the point where my male friends keep assuming I'm flirting with them (I'm really not, that's how I act around people In comfortable with). But if you put me in front of someone I have a crush on, I become hella awkward, I can't even ask them a casual question without somehow messing up, make it make sense 🤷‍♀️ (why did Daddy Issues start playing while I was typing this last part, ffs)

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Lee Know: Passive aggressive, semi offensive, sarcastic but still caring comments. Well, just being 'cold' and moody in general. At this point, I get a genuine compliment and turn it into a self depricating joke. Even in deep, meaningful conversations, I tend to throw in dark comments. My fellow STAY friend has actually said that I give off Lee Know energy sooo here it is, I guess 😅

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Changbin: Talking loud and fast when I'm excited. Like, I could just be casually talking to my friends about, let's say, cartoons, and once I find out we all watch the same thing, I verbally keyboard smash, lol (you should see me when I find out people I hang out with listen to artists I really like, the other day I found out a girl we met recently is a fan of Weekend and Chase Atlantic, and the scream I let out, gosh). I also do this when I'm really irritated, annoy me enough (or talk shit about something I'm passionate about) and I'm competing with Jisung Changbin Seungmin on who can talk the fastest. I'm talking angry rapper Kim Seokjin level, that's how I am 😂

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Hyunjin: Doing my makeup and dressing up when I'm home alone for no apparent reason. Mainly during spring/summer, because in the winter I'm a depressed potato sack, mood so low I procrastinate getting out of bed 🤣 But yeah, it makes no sense, I take my time to get dolled up just to take a hundred selfies (half of which I hate and probably delete) and then go back to watching dramas while eating takeout in my hoodie. Stupid but honestly a nice little confidence boost, a fun activity between crying sessions imo.

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Han: Platonically calling my close friends 'babes', 'honey', 'lovely/my love', 'sweetheart' etc (I have also considered using 'papi chulo' as a joke 😂) It just happens mid-convo, especially when a friend can't decide on something. Usually in a passive-aggressive tone, like "Sweetheart, we talked about this a million times already, can you shut up?" or "My love, can you please wait for ONE fucking moment so I can finish doing this?" (and then I use 'dude' and 'bro' romantically, wow Noni, you and your weird brain 👏)

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Felix: Baking sweets out of the blue and sharing them with friends/family. I find it surprisingly relaxing compared to cooking (why does it feel so fast paced, lol) and seeing people enjoying what I've made makes me really happy 😊 Not saying I dislike cooking, I'd just rather make chocolate chip cookies at my own pace than stress over the second failed fried egg and the burned bacon 🙂

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Seungmin: Jotting down my dreams either in my notes app or in a journal (if they're interesting enough) mostly because I leave sarcastic remarks on them in the margins (might make a post about that) So when I want to have a laugh, I go back to them because they're so random and stupid but they always crack me up 😅

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ I.N: Collecting plushies. Listen, I'm a simple person; I see something adorable and really cuddly, I buy it (if only it was this easy with relationships too, lmao). I can't help myself when I see cute things, especially with stuffies, like look at their eyes and their small smile and their fluffy bodies and their little arms, so cuteeeee 🥺 Yes, I already have a bunch of teddy bears and other plushies but that won't stop me from getting more of these cuties (also I really want a SKZOO? Like look at them, they're adorbz 💕 but I can't choose between Wolfchan and PuppyM 😭)

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