#the other part wants to sit back on a big pillow with a grape as big as my head to snack on

[alverrann]

I got a RAT because I AM a rat 🐀

You show up for your first day at Copyright-Free Magic School. As you're going through orientation, you're informed that all new students get a school-assigned familiar that they are responsible for housing and maintaining. The staff member assures you that your assigned familiar is appropriately chosen and reflects you in some way.

Spin this to find out yours. (Remember, you are responsible for maintaining this familiar in your dorm room.)

[moon-mage]

SNIFFLES CH.II ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Summary: Epel was a little miffed that he had to miss a special spelldrive practice to pick up Vil from the infirmary. Keyword: Was

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Rated: SFW / T+ ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Characters: Vil Schoenheit | Rook Hunt | Epel Felmier ๋๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tags: Sickfic, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, RookVil can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, Soft Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt Being Rook Hunt, Pomefiore being A FAMILY, Vil Schoenheit-centric, Epel and Rook are the only ones allowed to dance on Vil's nerves, if anyone else tries it they will be destroyed ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Warnings: None ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ A/N: Remember when I said this was a two parter?! LOL I lied. It's a three parter now. Hi, I love Epel and Vil's relationship. Also, Grape cough syrup tastes like blot. That's it. That's a fact. It's canon. Wordcount: 2704 | AO3 | Part I | YOU ARE HERE | Part III (TBA)

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Rook had insisted that Vil hold onto his blazer for the rest of the day, warning the other that he is going to be cold without it. Vil had handed his vice housewarden back his blazer claiming that he would be fine without it. There were blankets in the infirmary and it wouldn’t be long before he was going to be seen by the nurse anyway.

That was about 35 minutes ago.

Vil was lying on the incredibly uncomfortable exam table curled into himself; shivering and annoyed at how Rook was absolutely right. He considered going through some of the drawers to find a blanket but by the time the idea had crossed his mind, Vil was paralyzed by the ache of his chill. Sapped of his strength and as he couldn’t muster the will to get up, fearing any movement would take away the tiny sliver of warmth he had.

It had truly been a long time since he felt so ill. The last time being when he was maybe 12 years old. He had the flu if he remembered correctly…and all he remembered was curling into his father in exhaustion and crying in protest when he had to take that nasty bitter medicine. It was supposed to be a fun yummy grape flavor but it tasted like despair and misery and made little Vil want to gag. Hell, it made big Vil want to gag at the thought.

Would it be too dramatic to compare it to the taste of blot?

At the sound of the doornob turning, Vil forced himself to sit up straight immediately. Quickly throwing his hands in his lap and crossing his legs as if he had been waiting patiently in this position the entire time. The sudden change in posture made Vil dizzy but he held it back with a pleasant smile when the nurse greeted him. The blond didn’t notice one side of his hair was now a mess and on the same side of his face, his makeup was messy.

The nurse took his vital signs and performed a standard exam. Vil begrudgingly had to take off his blazer but he didn’t outwardly show any resistance…but he couldn’t control his shivering anymore and couldn’t hold back coughs from the irritation in his throat. Moreso when the nurse used an oral thermometer to check his temperature.

“Alright, Mr. Schoenheit, it seems you have quite the fever. Based on your symptoms I’d like to just run a quick throat swab test.”

Vil couldn’t help but grimace at the idea of having a swab shoved in his throat but he agreed with a defeated sigh. “Alright. If that is what you believe is best.”

After getting his throat stabbed and swatted at, the nurse takes him to lie down on one of the cots. It was a slight step up from the exam table at least. The nurse brings Vil some blankets and fluffs his pillows before offering him some water and acetaminophen.

“You rest, I’ll let you know the results and my plan for you, okay? If you need anything, let me or the other nurses at the station know, okay?”

“Thanks.” Vil nods after he lets out a relieved sigh after downing the medication and water.

When the nurse takes her leave, Vil finally feels comfortable enough to relax. He rolls in the blankets, turning to face the wall and away from any prying eyes. He shivers hard…the aches becoming more prominent again especially when he starts coughing in a fit. He should text Rook and let him know to cover for him in the housewarden meeting this afternoon. Maybe text his dad to let him know he is ill…not that his father could do anything. Vil’s mind started going a mile a minute with what he should or could be doing while lying in bed…but his body already knew what it was going to do.

Vil’s eyes closed and he slipped away into sleep as his body ordered.

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Epel was looking forward to this ALL WEEK! His time has come!! All the extra training in practice in Spelldrive Club all lead up to this. Ruggie and Leona were FINALLY going to teach him some more advanced maneuvers that not even some second or third years on the team knew yet. He could hardly concentrate in class all day with his excitement and once school let out, the first year immediately changed into his Spelldrive Uniform and was making his way to the field with his broom in hand.

Life was good.

But then a random Rook appeared.

“Ah, Rook! Hi!” Epel smiles a bit confused when Rook purposely comes out of sevens only knew where and was now standing in front of him.

“Monsieur Cherry Apple! You are looking rather stunning in your uniform.” Rook compliments happily as he looks Epel up and down in approval.

“Thanks!” Epel smiles as he looks around Rook before moving to step around him. “Speaking of, I am going to practice now! In my uniform! So…bye.”

“Ah ah ah…” Rook swiftly steps in front of Epel to stop him as Epel almost runs into him. “Epel I do hate to take you from your personal time…but I must ask you to take on a task I can only trust you with.”

Epel stares up at Rook before his face twists in a bit of annoyance and his eyes narrow. “What?”

“I must attend the dorm leaders meeting in….” Rook casually checks his watch and gives a light chuckle. “....3 minutes ago.”

Epel was looking on the brink of exploding on the spot. “Why, Rook?”

Rook puts a hand on his head and sighs dramatically. “Our beautiful housewarden had been stricken with a sudden illness and cannot attend. So as of…” Rook checks his watch again, and even takes a moment to scroll back through his messages…then snaps back into his dramatic pose. “...56 minutes ago, I am acting as Pomefiore’s Housewarden until Vil is well again.”

“What does any of that have to do with the price of tea in China?!!?” Epel blurts out annoyed as his southern accent takes the forefront.

“Pardon?” Rook blinks confused.

“What I mean was, if Vil is sick, what does that have to do with me?”

“Oh! I am unable to escort him back to the dorm. So, you will.” Rook clarifies with a smile as he pats Epel on the shoulder. “Go pick him up and watch him for me until I get out of the meeting. Vil would not want me to skip out on the current news.”

“Why can’t he escort himself?!” Epel groans as he crosses his arms. “He wasn’t THAT sick this morning when he was barking at me about my untied shoelaces. I have a very important Spelldrive practice today!!”

“I will let Roi Des Lions know you will be absent when I see him at the meeting.” Rook smiles completely unbothered by Epel’s absolute reluctance to go. He squeezes Epel’s shoulder gently and looks at him more seriously. “I would not ask you if it was not important. So please get moving.” He gives Epel a wink before he hurries off in the direction of the mirror hall.

Epel stands there fuming. Of COURSE something like this would happen on a day he was looking forward to one of the only things he enjoyed doing. Spelldrive was where he can cut loose and not have to be a prim and proper poofy puffy princess. Sevens, he didn’t even want to know what a sick Vil was like. Probably more horrifying than normal Vil.

With a few angry stomps on the ground he positions his broom and climbs on it before taking off for the infirmary.

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“Huh why is the infirmary so crowded?” Epel asked himself curiously as he lowered himself down to the side of the building. The front had a bunch of people just standing around idly on their phones and he was curious what the fuss was.

Then it hit him what the fuss was.

And now he was fuming for an entirely different reason.

“HEY!” Epel stormed right for the front of the infirmary building. The students standing around all stopped and looked at the fuming figure of Epel as he approached. “THE HELL Y’ALL STANDING AROUND FOR?! GET OUT OF HERE!!!”

“Oh sorry uh…” One of the students spoke up in panic at the realization of who he was. The other students all hurriedly tried to put away their phones.

“SORRY HELL!” Epel throws down his broom and takes off his jacket. “YOU GON BE REAL SORRY IF YOU DON’T MAKE YOURSELVES SCARCE RIGHT NOW!!!”

“WE’RE LEAVING!!!” The students all quickly try to scramble away. Some were actually intimidated by Epel while others were intimidated more by who he was associated with.

Epel watches them leave with puffed angry cheeks as he puts his hands on his hips. Were people really going out of their way just to see Vil sick? That was just really…weird. But not unbelievable. He picks up his jacket and broom and heads to the front door of the infirmary. After confirming his identity to the nurse, they let him inside.

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“Mr. Schoenheit is still resting, but I went over the instructions with him earlier. I also texted Mr. Rook Hunt, his primary emergency contact, with instructions and the care plan. I won’t be here for the weekend but I will inform the weekend nurse of his condition before I leave so if you need to contact him, he will know what’s going on. Please, feel free to call the nurse hotline if his symptoms worsen or if he has any questions. Inside the bag I handed you are the medications I have prescribed for him for his results came back positive for a bacterial throat infection. You have permission to use the back door to leave to ensure Mr. Schoenheit’s privacy.”

Epel stood there looking up at this nurse as if she were speaking an entirely different language. He looks down at the plastic bag he’s now holding with Vil’s medicines then back up to the nurse with a weak smile.

Epel still can’t wrap his head around the fact he officially an emergency contact for VIL SCHOENHEIT.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you for taking care of our housewarden.” Epel nods thankfully.

“Of course, Mr. Felmier. Not to rush you out but I do need to leave soon, so if you could…” She motions over to the area where the students rest. Epel blinks and nods quickly.

“Yes ma’am!” With that Epel hurries over to the cots. It doesn’t take long to find Vil in the farthest corner. He was wrapped in blankets and curled up facing the wall. Epel puts his broom, jacket and bag down as he carefully approaches Vil. He expected Vil to have noticed he was there but when he got close enough, he realized Vil was asleep.

It was a restless sleep though, his breathing was a bit heavy and he was sweating…and shivering. Epel is a bit taken back….Vil really was sick! With a nervous gulp, Epel places a hand gently on Vil’s shoulder and shakes him. “Hey…Housewarden…you gotta wake up…”

Vil groans slightly and shakes Epel’s hand off his shoulder.

Epel puffs a cheek in annoynace.

“Vil! Wake up, we have to go back to the dorm.” Epel says a bit more sternly as he takes Vil’s shoulder again and shakes harder.

“Oh, Epel!” Vil bolts upright and Epel stumbles back a bit assuming his housewarden was going to chew him out for being so rough with him. Epel blinks when he takes in Vil’s current state.

Vil looked confused sitting there. His hair usually perfect hair was disheveled from sleep, his makeup smudged and messed up, and his skin pale and glistening with sweat. Vil looks to Epel with exhaustion in his eyes.

“Epel…why are you here…you have spelldrive practice?” Vil asks in a hoarse voice, genuinely confused as he strips himself of the blankets and slowly moves to the edge of the bed.

“Oh uh…Rook couldn’t pick you up so he asked me to. There’s a housewarden meeting today. He’s taking your place…” Epel explains as he grabs Vil’s shoes from under the cot and puts him in reach.

“Oh…” Vil looks down a bit as he reaches for a shoe and grimaces a bit, feeling much more achy after the nap. A pang of guilt hits him when he sees Epel so eager to help him. “Go to your practice. I’ll be fine.”

“What? No! Yer sick!” Epel blurts out. “I gotta help you get back to the dorms. You look horrible! Worst I've seen you in a LONG time!”

Vil lets out an offended gasp, his eyes widening as he even drops his shoe in shock.

Epel’s eyes widen in horror before he allows himself to be more stern. “I-I mean that you are still beautiful and all, but you are sick! And there were people out front trying to take pictures and be weird about it!! I have to make sure you get back to the dorm safely!!”

“As your housewarden, I demand you leave me to go to your practice!!” Vil says sharply as he snatches his shoe from off the ground and puts it on. His eyes left Epel, putting all his focus on the shoe as his hoarse voice grew frustrated. “You haven’t shut up about it for the past week! I am not going to be at fault for ruining what you worked hard for and looked forward to!!!”

Epel watches silently as Vil puts his shoe on the wrong foot. Epel smiles a bit softly as he kneels down and gently takes the shoe from Vil’s hands. Vil looks to Epel with narrowed eyes, only to be met with Epel’s sweet smile and doe blue eyes.

“Rook is acting housewarden right now. You are compromised. Thus, I don’t have to listen to you right now.” Epel smirks deviously as he takes Vil's ankle and puts the correct shoe on his foot. “I have the important task of making sure you get back home safe. I was looking forward to spelldrive…and I was mad that Rook said I had to help you…but I ain’t anymore. You need me. I want to help you.”

Vil watches as Epel proceeds to put on his other shoe. The fight leaving him as he sags a bit on the bed. He sighs wearily and says a lot more gently. “I’ll talk to Leona…I’ll make sure he knows this is on me…you'll get your special practice.”

“I know you will.” Epel makes sure Vil’s shoe straps are nice and tight so he doesn’t stumble. He pops back up to his feet like a hopping bunny and looks down to Vil with a sincere smile. “But for now, let’s get you back home! I can fly us to the mirror and I’ll cover you up in my jacket so no one can take a pic!”

“My poisoned apple has to take care of me again? I truly am a mess, aren’t I?” Vil chuckles a bit before he lets out a few coughs. Epel hands him a water bottle from the bag to ease his throat.

“A beautiful mess. But yes, right now a mess.” Epel smiles sweetly, though they both knew he was being a little smartass.

After Vil drinks some water, Epel helps him to his feet and guides them both out the back. They take flight to the Hall of Mirrors without incident and make it back to Pomefiore. Epel diligently helps Vil get comfortable and settles him in for the evening. Not leaving his Queen’s side, even when he finally finds some kind of peaceful sleep in his sickness.

Epel felt a bit uneasy and didn’t want to leave Vil's room until Rook got back at least. He didn’t think this was an ordinary cold. Especially with all the medicines and instructions the nurse gave.

This might just be the calm before the storm.

[ramzawrites]

Dream World - A Sibling!Mutant!Reader Story - Part 5

GEN

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairings: None

Characters included: Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, Splinter, Draxum

Warnings: n/a

Series: Yes, this is part 5

Summary: It's movie marathon time with the family! And Y/N is not frustrated with how nothing is happening to solve the situation, at all.

Word count: 6172

Authors Note: It's family bonding time! I never thought that setting up future events and easing into other stuff could be that difficult. Suddenly I'm really scared that I'm missing things and stuff lmao But it's nice to work on this passion project of mine while I'm getting closer to my finals

The brothers all moved in a practiced fashion. Donnie worked on the projector while Raph was busy running around him to set down a ton of pillows, blankets and a few beanbags. Sometimes the big turtle would bump into his younger brother to which he would angrily glare at Raph but Raph himself seemed unperturbed by it. Y/N even caught him grinning whenever it happened. Yeah, those were brothers alright.

Leo had to literally pry Mikey off from Y/N who was still holding on to them as if they would crumble to pieces or disappear if he so much as eased his hold even a little bit. Y/N couldn’t tell if this was just Mikey being scared that they would actually disappear, just happy that he could hug his sibling after two weeks again or if he just plain took advantage of the fact that they didn’t seem to mind the hugs but disguised it as worry. It was probably a mix of all three.

Once Leo said that Mikey could make some of his famous hot chocolate for the extra comfy factor for the movie night though, he happily skipped off with him to the kitchen. Which left Y/N to just awkwardly stand in the living room with the other two turtles.

They felt like they should somehow help but whenever they asked if they could both Donnie and Raph immediately said that they shouldn’t worry about it. Raph even went so far to literally pick them up and place them down on the big one-seater, saying something on the line of that “Today you get the seat.” As if this was some special privilege. Then again it probably was since it was the only proper furniture piece here and they had to drag everything else to the room to make it comfortable for five people.

Hence why Y/N just sat there in this surprisingly soft chair, watching their supposed brothers work while they came to grips with the fact that Raph literally picked them up by their sides and carried them like they weighed nothing. Honestly to him it probably was just like picking up a bunch of grapes and moving it to the side. A part of them almost wanted to be offended seeing how they were sure that even if they protested or struggled, he would have no problem holding on to them. Then again, another part of them was really impressed and thought this was also hilarious.

When Leo and Mikey returned, Raph was busy cocooning Y/N in the same blanket they carried around before. Wrapping them up while placing a few pillows at their back. They couldn’t help but feel a bit babied by this action but didn’t complain since this ended up with them sitting very comfortably and bundled up on the armchair which only got better when Mikey shoved a warm cup of hot chocolate into their hands. The warmth of the drink alone was incredible. They couldn’t help themself as they held the cup against their cheek.

“Were you freezing?” Raph asked, genuine worry in his face while Leo just shook his head in amusement.

Embarrassed that they have been caught, Y/N moved the beverage back down on to their lap “Oh, uh, not really. Just nice. I guess.” They really weren’t all that cold, the warmth was just really welcoming. It probably was just the fact that they were bundled up comfortably and this just seemed to enhance the comfy feel. It reminded them of the time back when they were a kid where they sat at a window with hot chocolate watching the snow fall down outside during winter.

“Even better if you actually drink it, you know.” Leo spoke after taking a loud slurp from his hot chocolate only to collapse on to a beanbag.

“Hey, be careful not to spill stuff.” Donnie hissed quietly as he saw his brother fall carelessly down on the cushion with a full mug in his hands. This only earned him an eyeroll.

Raph made himself comfortable by leaning next to the armchair, using mostly pillows to make it comfortable enough for himself on the ground. Leo immediately used the chance to scoot a bit closer as well to lean against his big brother. Mikey was on Y/N’s other side, laying with his stomach on the beanbag, while Donnie sat on the ground leaning against the cushion.

“So, what are we watching first? Lou Jitzu? Jupiter Jim? Which movie?” Mikey asked.

Y/N finally took a sip from the drink, immediately breaking out into a smile. Yep. This was good. This felt like a warm hug, that was the best description they could give this feeling that suddenly enveloped them. One could get really addicted to this.

“I think we should start with Jupiter Jim, and I already know which movie.” Donnie piped up.

Y/N’s head whipped around as Leo suddenly gasped out in what Y/N could only describe as a pure sound of indignation.

“Oh-ho-ho! I know what you are planning to do! You are trying to use the fact that our poor little sibling lost all their memories to reprogram them into liking your own favorite Jupiter Jim movie! I am shocked, good sir! Absolutely deplorable behavior!”

“Reprogram?” Y/N asked, absolutely lost as to what they were saying, though still amused by their behavior.

Donnie narrowed his eyes as he walked to the projector “Nothing. Nothing. Just Leo spouting nonsense. I mean doesn’t it make sense I would like to show you my favorite movie?”

Y/N couldn’t explain it but the way he immediately brushed it off like that they had a deep feeling inside their gut that Donnie definitely had some sort of agenda going on. He just seemed to be the type of guy.

So, they did the only thing they could think of and immediately turned to Leo “What did you mean by that?”

“Your favorite Jupiter Jim movie is “Jupiter Jim and the Robo-Buggy Derby” which Donnie can’t understand, wait no, that’s not entirely it. There is one specific scene he hates about it, and you love bringing it up around him and just shoving it down his throat to annoy him and now he wants to take the chance to show the other movies to maybe change your mind.”

Mikey and Raph looked over to Donnie to see him very inconspicuously shrink in on himself. Wow, either he is feeling that guilty or he is bad at lying.

“I’ll be honest, I’m surprised you immediately clocked him like that.” Mikey said to Leo who just shrugged.

“It’s the twin sense.”

“Oh, that is bullshi-“ Donnie started but got interrupted by a very loud exclamation by none other than April who came barreling into the room with a plastic bag clutched in her hand.

“How late am I? What did I miss?”

Raph chuckled “Nothing yet. The Disaster Twins were still busy arguing about what movie to watch.”

Y/N smiled into their mug as they took another swig of the chocolatey goodness. The name Disaster Twins fit them eerily well. The way the two played off each other it seemed to just make sense in a way. They seemed capable but also chaotic, or maybe eccentric in a way?

April threw herself on the other side of Leo’s beanbag which made him almost fly off it with a small yelp “Oh good! I wanted to see their reaction!” April sighed, relaxing into the soft seat, ignoring how Leo lightly punched her arm as revenge for almost throwing him on to the ground.

“So, what movies are on the table?” April asked as she looked through her bag, pulling out a few snacks like cookies, chips and the like.

“Well, I for one think we should start with Robo-Buggy Derby since as we all know this is Y/N’s favorite one and we want to cheer them up after all.” Leo answered her. This would have been kind of a sweet sentiment if he didn’t look at Donnie with a shit eating grin.

When the others verbally agreed to this, Donnie had to throw in the figurative towel and worked on putting on said movie.

Honestly Y/N was kind of looking forward to watching this one. It gave them another chance to compare how similar they were with Y/N Hamato. Would they enjoy this movie just as much? What if they didn’t, would the others be sad about it? It was clear they all just wanted their sibling back. In the limited time they interacted with them all they seemed to keep lookout for anything that showed them that their sibling was still there in a way.

It was a bit sad watching them hold out hope like that while Y/N was still reeling from it all. They all seemed like good people, so for their sake they kind of wished to give them a little bit of reassurance in a weird way. Though Y/N Hamato seemed fundamentally different to them.

They were a design student and Hamato was a full-on doctor or scientist even. It felt like they were worlds apart, you know, ignoring the fact that Y/N should be a human and the Hamato was a talking humanoid turtle. Then again what Mikey said before was still running on repeat in their mind.

“You would always say that you learning this all was more out of necessity that later turned into curiosity.”

Was the difference of their lives only something that stemmed from a difference in circumstances? Were they after all similar or even the same when it came down to the core? Y/N wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about this should this really be true. On one hand it made them kind of sad and could potentially send them spiraling down an existential crisis if they thought too hard about it all but on the other hand it was kind of nice thinking that they did have the potential to actually learn about medicine and go so far as make research into the whole mutant business.

But this all worked off the idea that they and Hamato were the same person in a way. Maybe like a mirror version even, that if Y/N stood in front of a mirror Hamato could be staring back at them. The same but yet clear differences none the less.

Waking up in a mutant body really made you go through weird thought experiments, huh? Or maybe it was just simply because everyone, including themself, were comparing Y/N to Hamato.

They should really stop doing that.

The music of the movie suddenly picked up in volume which thankfully pulled Y/N out of their head. If it didn’t Y/N was sure that they would have started to go down another rabbit hole due to this whole situation which wouldn’t have helped trying to get through this at all. Yet, it was getting a bit tiresome to always choke out thoughts like that when you wanted to desperately try to understand what was going on. Not that thinking more about it like that would magically give Y/N the answers they were looking for.

So instead, they concentrated on the movie. Watching this sci fi movie about Jupiter Jim getting roped into a team-based race on some moon in a far way universe.

It was definitely more on the cheesy side when it comes to movies like this but honestly Y/N began enjoying this. It was just simply fun to watch and what more do you want from a movie?

They had to laugh a bit whenever Leo would talk along the cheesy one-liners Jupiter Jim would pull out. While the others seemed to be also enthralled by the action, Leo seemed to really love this. He was probably the biggest fan of the series if Y/N had to take a guess.

It also made them remember May who would speak along to her favorite movies as well and wore it like a badge of honor that she could do so. Y/N mentally choked that thought out once again, not wanting to be sad or worried for May when there was nothing they could really do about this at the moment.

At one point the cookies managed to get to Y/N and they just began absentmindedly chowing down on them as they followed along with the movie. Somehow this movie just seemed to pull them in. Whenever Jupiter Jim would make a narrow turn, they would sway along, whenever he got attacked by someone from the other team, their heartbeat quickened.

It all was just so much harmless fun.

And they wanted to feel guilty about it when there were more pressing matters but honestly, they were just glad for this moment off away from all the impossible stuff.

The movie reached a point where Jupiter Jim crashed his buggy and the crystal for his mounted laser turret was broken. Meaning his main way to defend himself from the other drivers was done for.

It was then that Y/N noticed the majority of the family tense up. They all started stealing glances at them and Donnie while he seemed to suddenly get more irritated by the second.

“Without a crystal how can I ever hope to win this race!” Jupiter Jim yelled out, frustrated with how things went.

“Here we go.” Raph whispered just silent enough for Y/N to hear.

Jim looked around the icy plane he was standing on, his eyes landing on huge ice crystals that seemed to grow upwards from the ground a few feet away from his car. He nodded to himself “This better work or we have no way to save Atomic Lass.”

He ran over to the ice and broke off a palm sized crystal which he then proceeded to put into the chamber in his car that used to house the green laser crystal from before.

It fit perfectly. Of course. Jupiter Jim broke out in an ecstatic and relieved laugh when he saw that his laser now worked again with the ice crystal. They even showed how the light and energy got bundled in the crystal, the chamber heating up before releasing it again.

“This is so dumb!” Donnie suddenly exclaimed.

Well, he wasn’t wrong. Shouldn’t the ice crystal at least melt? But Y/N couldn’t help but just laugh at his outburst.

“This is a different planet who says that the ice there follows the same rules as our ice.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes “Do you want me to pull out my power point presentation again to show you how unlikely and stupid this reasoning is, Y/N.”

Why didn’t it surprise them that he had a whole power point presentation for this? Also, again?

Y/N couldn’t stop the grin that was widening on their face “It’s a movie. I doubt they actually know how all of this would work. They needed a crystal and he found one. It just works.”

“I know that! But usually, they are better at just doing something outright stupid like this! It doesn’t just work! They showed it heating up! This shouldn’t work! It’s stupid!”

“What if they just know more about the rules off all of this and you are actually in the wrong here.” Y/N couldn’t help but put their hand on their chin, acting as if they were seriously considering this.

Donnie gasped out “How dare you! This is basic physics! A child would know this isn’t how things work!”

Y/N wanted to respond but cut themself off when they noticed what was happening and how the others kept staring at them with those big eyes and smiles.

They just started teasing Donnie like this without another thought. Shouldn’t they be a bit reserved about teasing him? They literally just met him. Besides the expressions of the others did unnerve them a little bit.

With an embarrassed cough Y/N turned their attention to their lap, grabbing one of the last few cookies, shoving it slowly into their mouth.

April was the first to speak and pull everyone’s attention from Y/N onto herself “Even without memories their first instinct was to annoy Donnie with this. Oh, that’s funny.”

“And good for them! Donnie deserves this.”

“What the hell, Angelo. What did I do to you?”

“Your damn toaster insulted me.”

It was Raph who interrupted them from continuing their little argument “Come on guys. Let’s at least finish this one movie before we begin fighting.”

“This is for Y/N, remember? Let’s give them the chance to enjoy the movie.” Leo supplemented.

And with that all of their attention was back on the movie that was at this point going through the last act. Admittedly Y/N would have loved to ask what kind of toaster they had that it was able to insult Mikey but that was something for later.

The last act was predictable to say the least. Of course, Jupiter Jim won the race with his team by a hair’s breadth. It was still fun to watch and Y/N caught themself silently cheering when he did win. All in all, they were very much okay with watching this movie again. They found themself even a bit giddy after it ended.

It was just fun to see Jupiter Jim get roped into a weird sport to save one of his friends and having to learn to get along with strangers in order to reach a common goal. It even felt a bit tongue in cheek with how the new people sometimes reacted to Jupiter Jim’s theatrics like he was a weirdo, which true, outside of movies this behavior would garner this kind of reaction.

The action scenes were actually quite well choreographed, and their practical effects were also amazing.

If May was here, they would have loved to pick her brain about what she was thinking of the movie. Nope, not going down this road, the thought ends here.

When the credits rolled along the family looked over expectantly to Y/N.

“And, what’s your verdict?” April asked only to stuff her face with more chips.

“This movie is so fun. I really loved the effects and the characters! I’m genuinely surprised that their meta jokes hit so well, usually it’s a hit or miss with that kinda stuff, but I loved it here.”

Leo nodded energetically along “I know right! This movie is a bit of an outlier with its style and all but it’s really good and fun!”

Mikey let out a relieved sigh “I’m so glad you like this movie, wouldn’t know what to do if you suddenly didn’t like Jupiter Jim.”

“Is it such a big deal?” Y/N asked.

“Uh, yeah, we grew up with these movies and the Lou Jitzu movies. We even used the Lou Jitzu movies to teach ourselves how to fight.” Raph explained as he stole a cookie from the package that was still laying on Y/N’s lap.

They furrowed their eye ridge “Wait, you guys learned from movies how to fight? I thought your dad helped you.”

“Well, yeah but we also used the movies as well. Honestly it was quite ironic in a way when we found out that Lou Jitzu is our dad, so all in all, everything we know we basically learned from him.”

“Aw, such nice words from you Red.” A gruff voice suddenly flew over from behind them.

Turning around Y/N was met by the sight of two, what they assumed, mutants. A smaller rat looking one and the larger one they couldn’t really place. The ears did remind them of that of sheep or goats maybe. He did have hooves as well.

The rat mutant’s eyes wandered through the room but when his eyes met with Y/N’s his grin seemed to slightly falter for a second. There was this quick flash of pain in his eyes.

“It’s good to see you up, kid.”

Right, this has to be Splinter. The father of the group, then the tall person next to him was very likely the yokai Baron Draxum. This wasn’t entirely how they imagined the two but then again, they wouldn’t really have known what to expect as well. At first glance Splinter looked laid back while Draxum looked imposing yet awkward.

Suddenly it felt like they were visiting their friends for the first time and their parents walked in, only that apparently these two were also their parents. Kind of. Ugh, this all was just so weird and here they thought they started to properly settle into it all.

“Uhm, uh, yeah…”

They didn’t know how to react but when they stammered this out Splinter shook his head “Don’t worry, your brothers already told me what is going on. I’m just happy to see you are awake again and doing well despite the circumstances.”

“I’m-“ Draxum begun only to stop when all eyes moved towards him as well “Uh, I’m happy to see you awake as well, child.” It was obvious he wasn’t sure what to do as well.

“Yeah, thanks.” Their voice was quieter than they wanted it to be, but they couldn’t help but be a bit flustered. No matter how many of their supposed family they have met yet, it never got less weird when you meet someone who calls themselves part of your family but you didn’t know them at all. Especially if you have memories yourself that directly contradicted that idea in the first place.

Leo could probably tell how uncomfortable it has gotten for them, he jumped in to talk to his parents and turn their attention on him “Hey, if you guys are back does it mean you found something out? Let’s, go into the kitchen and talk about it. Don, you come with me.”

He stood up to walk towards the kitchen only to stop for a second to exchange a nod with Raph before moving on. It seemed like they have talked about this beforehand. Maybe they decided how to go about it to not make it too confusing for Y/N?

Splinter nodded but didn’t follow Leo yet, instead he returned his attention back to Y/N “I know this is all a lot for you, but we’ll figure this out, alright? Just don’t worry about it for now and let us take care of this. I hope you can trust us enough to try to find a solution for you.”

The way he gave them a reassuring smile and coupled with the sudden soft tone he put on, they couldn’t help but feel a bit calmer again. He seemed earnest, which should make sense since he was talking to his child but from the little bits they have heard about him, he seemed somehow aloof. Yet this right now was a worried father trying to do his best to reassure his child.

Even if Y/N didn’t recognize him as their father it did help to settle some of the conflicting feelings.

“Yeah. I know. Thank you.” Y/N smiled which in return seemed to calm Splinter down. He seemed to relax and with another nod towards them he made his way to the kitchen with Donnie and Leo. Draxum lingered in the room for a second longer to look at Y/N but followed the others nonetheless.

They really couldn’t place Draxum. In a different situation they probably would have been intimidated by him but here he was just awkwardly standing around, while his expression bordered on being annoyed. Though the little twitches and the way his eyes darted all across the room told Y/N that he was in truth probably just as uncomfortable with this situation as they were.

“So, that was Dad and Draxum.” Raph informed them “In case you didn’t realize this.”

“I gathered as much. I’m, uh, wasn’t sure how to react.”

Mikey put his chin on the armrest to look up towards them with his big warm eyes “Don’t worry. They both know what is going on. Maybe they were lucky and found something that can help you untangle your memory stuff.”

April moved a bit closer to Raph now that Leo was gone “It would be nice if they somehow found the cure all for this, but I doubt it. Well, it’s more I doubt the solution to this problem will be so simple. Then again with Draxum who knows.”

Y/N looked over to her quizzically “So- They were looking for something to help me?”

Both Mikey and April looked over to Raph. It was like they were having some kind of telepathic conversation. April and Mikey looked unhappy with him.

“I, uh, well, kind of, yeah.” Raph finally seemed to cave into the intense stares of his siblings. Mikey huffed out a breath that seemed to show his satisfaction with the reaction. Y/N couldn’t help but narrow their eyes, there was definitely something going on here.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We all just decided to not drop everything on you since this mess must be confusing enough for you. We thought it would better to keep you out of this stuff for now, giving you a chance to find your footing and all but also this directly involves you so it does feel a bit unfair.”

Y/N relaxed again at that. The thought was nice but honestly everything was confusing so keeping them so obviously out of the loop it felt even more disconcerting “Maybe just tell me then in broad strokes what is happening? Honestly it is really obvious you are trying to keep things away from me and it really doesn’t help with my confusion in general.”

April seemed to like this compromise “That sounds like a good idea, right Raph? You can see for yourself how well Y/N is handling all of this. They had a full-on panic attack yesterday and look at them now. I’m sure they can handle it.”

“Yeah, you are right. I’m sorry Y/N. We were just worried.” Raph apologized.

“Don’t worry. I do appreciate the thought. I know this is all just because you guys worry for me but frankly it’s starting to get to me that I just don’t seem to get any answers to any of my questions.” The words came out more bitter than they anticipated.

Mikey scooted a bit closer “Oh, I didn’t think of that. It must be really frustrating.”

It really was. What proper answer did they get to any of their questions? The questions are just continuing to pile up and there seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel. It took a lot to avoid getting too hung up on all of this, forcefully shoving thoughts into the back of their head, hoping that they could deal with it later, but it didn’t seem like this moment would come along any time soon.

“Okay, then let me tell you what Dad has been up to.” Raph begun. “I can’t explain to you the specifics I just know after you fell unconscious there was this weird mystic reading coming off of you according to Donnie, so Draxum came over to look you over because he knows a lot about mystic stuff. He then went into the Hidden City to do some research and Dad came along wanting to do research for any Krang mention since the scientist dude we investigated horded a lot of Krang tech.”

April leaned against Raph so she could better look at Y/N “Yeah, honestly we were kind of grasping at straws, and actually we still are. We were just kind of digging into the things that we knew for a fact. Which is just us knowing that Krang tech exploded right in your face. Hell, we even tried our best to look for the scientist, but it was like he just dropped off the face of the earth.”

It wasn’t a lot, but it was something. It was a start.

It didn’t help with any of their questions.

“Hm.” Y/N just hummed affirmatively. Showing that they heard what the group told them.

Raph must have been worried by their non-committal answer judging the way he pulled down his eye ridge “Was it too much?”

Too much? This was basically nothing. It gave them no starting point to even attempt to understand any of this. Y/N couldn’t help but tense up. The frustration that they worked on keeping down, came back out to the forefront. They clenched their jaw as they saw the worried expressions of Raph and April.

It was clear they all just wanted their best. They just wanted to help, yet Y/N couldn’t help but be angry with them. But that was unfair, wasn’t it? It wasn’t their fault that they were stuck in this situation. As far as they knew at least.

Then again this whole situation was unfair to begin with. Y/N should be home and not have to deal with the fact that they were now stuck in a mutant body of all things, surrounded by people that swore were their siblings but this might be only true to the family. To Y/N these were just strangers. Nice strangers, but strangers still.

April suddenly moved around Raph and softly laid her hand on Y/N’s leg “Hey, it’ll be fine.” She put on a big and confident smile.

It took a moment to realize why April suddenly comforted them like this but it was then when they felt something warm run down their cheeks. They were crying.

Y/N recoiled from her touch, clenching their eyes shut. They didn’t want to see the others staring at them right now. God, their eyes was always on them at all times. It was emotionally exhausting. Everything was really.

“It’s just so… unfair.” Y/N stammered out, silently praying that once they open their eyes again, they might be home and yet they were honestly too scared to open them again because they knew that would be too easy.

Mikey silently whispered their name as he tentatively laid his hand on their shell and this time they didn’t shrink away from the touch.

How come they were just enjoying a fun little movie and now they were too scared to look at the people around them? It was fine! So why wasn’t it fine now? It was probably since it was a nice distraction.

They really wanted to get off this roller coaster of emotions.

“Just questions. There are just questions. No answers. I’m so tired of it. I’m scared, I’m worried for my friend, my sisters. I’m worried for me! I just… Why can’t I get at least one answer to any of my questions? They are just multiplying!” Y/N began talking before they realized, finally airing out their thoughts.

They thought that if they just kept going with the punches that somehow things would become clearer, but it didn’t seem like it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish I could tell you more.” Raph whispered, his own voice cracking at the end.

Y/N clenched the blanket between their hands, finally opening their eyes to see an incredibly sad Raph. Mikey was at this point standing next to them while April was kneeling in front of them. The way the three kept looking at each other Y/N assumed they tried to see if anyone had an idea what to do to help. Not that there was a lot they could do. Probably.

“You’ve been nice and patient with me and I think if you wouldn’t have shown so obviously to me that you were worried, I would have been still scared to hell and back but I just- I don’t know how long I can just accept this whole situation without even an idea, not one, on how to get answers! Last I know I was with May so what happened to her? Did she get swept up in all this as well? I can’t remember my sisters’ names! Who says I’m not forgetting more! Then you guys are over here telling me of things I should remember and it’s not helping at all. I hate being this lost! This uncertainty is- I’m so angry!”

The three listened patiently to Y/N’s little outburst. While Y/N stared at their hands they could still feel their stares on them like a bad itch. Like an annoying fly that just kept pestering them. There was a quiet growl coming from them that even surprised them. They couldn’t tell if this was just them not being able to hold in their anger or if it was maybe a weird part of their animal body coming out. Great.

Normally Y/N really wasn’t one to get angry like this but who cares anyway? This whole situation was far from normal, they shouldn’t feel guilty for being frustrated.

“Hey Raph.” Mikey spoke to get his brother’s attention. His head immediately swiveled up.

“Maybe we should try to see how much of their training they still remember if at all.”

Raph’s eyes widened “I-“ he sighed “No, you’re right. I think that would be a good start.”

“What do you guys mean?” Y/N asked, unhappy with how shaky their voice was but it sounded like they had some sort of plan. They couldn’t help but feel somehow relieved at that.

This time when they looked at Raph he sported a soft smile “Well you know about muscle memory, right? We want to see even if you yourself don’t remember any of your training that maybe your body does. If so, we can maybe get you back on track enough that we can do some investigating together.”

“Uh, me? Training?” Right, they all were ninjas and stuff. Would their new body have some tricks up their sleeve even without them knowing?

He nodded “Yeah! Honestly, we just want to make sure you will be okay if we go outside but even if there isn’t any sort of muscle memory, we are still here, and I’ll make sure to protect you. That’s what big brothers are for, right?”

“Wait so you were planning to take me out of here at some point?”

This time it was Mikey who responded with a smile “Yeah. We wanted to see if anything outside might jog your memory and stuff but we were still unsure how, uh, stable you were so we decided first to work on making you feel more comfortable. I guess we didn’t think how this could be frustrating from your perspective though.”

They wanted to laugh, to cry again, to yell. If the others just told them that they were planning things like that, they might have not felt as frustrated. Just the chance that they could actually do something instead of waiting it out was way more comforting than the others might realize.

“I can do something.” They realized.

“Yeah. We need to discuss it with the others but this time you will be a part of that as well. I’ll beat the others up on your behalf if they try to ‘protect’ you more.” April huffed out which surprisingly made Y/N chuckle lightly.

On one hand they felt stupid now but on the other hand they were still kind of annoyed with the Hamato family for having put them through this uncertainty even if they didn’t mean to do so. To be fair, only because the wanted to actually involve them now didn’t mean that the uncertainty would leave, but it was still preferably than doing nothing. Maybe they were foolish the way they clutched on to any spark of hope they could find in hopes of kindling it into a full-on fire. What else was there to do though?

“It’s… It’s a plan, then.” Y/N spoke as if this would finalize it properly. As if this alone would bind the others to this promise.

This time when April laid her hand on Y/N’s own hand, they didn’t pull away from the human “I’m sorry Y/N. We shouldn’t have just assumed how things might be for you.”

“Yeah. We really should have asked you in the first place. I’m sorry.” Mikey added.

“Me as well. I’m sorry.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at seeing them apologize so earnestly, they honestly wanted to be still mad but just could not. This wasn’t anything malicious “I know. I’m sorry for just dropping all of this on you out of nowhere as well.”

They did not expect the others to almost look insulted when they said that.

“No! It’s good that you told us because we obviously didn’t take a moment to actually talk to you about it. We are here for you if you want to talk about everything. Even if you don’t have the memories, we are family and family takes care of each other.” April slightly squeezed Y/N’s hands.

And this time when they thought “Oh, May used to say that all the time as well.” They didn’t immediately put their figurative hands around the figurative throat of the thought. Instead, they just nodded with glossy eyes “Yeah. Thank you.”

[damiano-mylove]

To Kiss is To Love

Pairing: Vic De Angelis x GN!reader

Wc: 1k

Cw(s): Negative self talk in the beginning, stretch marks, lil bit of self hatred, and an atrocious amount of swearing, tell me if it sucks

Summary: Reader is extremely self-conscious about their stretch marks, so Vic takes action

Masterlist

They were on parts of your body that you arguably hated the most. They gave unflattering detail to places that didn't need detail. Your inner thighs, your outer thighs, you stomach, your chest. There were even stupid fucking stretch marks on your back! Like a teenager who just hit a growth spurt! God, it was embarrassing, and it made you hate your body only that much more.

Now, here she was, the vision of your life, the girl you wanted to marry, tracing her fingers over those dark fucking marks that you detested so fully and truly.

You shouldn't have taken your shirt off, but it was just so fucking hot in this fucking flat, that you had virtually no other option. It was take your clothes off or sit in the freezer. It was a decision of embarrassment and taking your shirt off was the victor.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You finally asked on an advert break. Vic looked at you through furrowed eyebrows. Your eyes darted to her fingers on your stomach. "Tracing my stretch marks."

"I dunno, they're nice."

Her response had you scoffing. Nice? Fuck, she really must've wanted you to love her if she could say that about one of your biggest insecurities. You could barely believe that she said that out loud. Why would she say something she obviously didn't mean?

Well, Vic doesn't say things she doesn't mean.

"What do you mean 'eugh'?" Vic immediately asked, sitting up now. You shrugged.

"They're ugly as fuck, not nice," you rebutted. Vic's jaw clenched a bit and you could physically feel the room getting a bit warmer.

"So you're saying my stretch marks are ugly too?"

Aw fuck, you fumbled the bag with this one. You should've just shut up and taken the fucking compliment. Did you? No. Instead, you make Victoria feel like you don't like something about her. The one girl in the world who has shown you time and time again how much she loves you, how much she'd do for you, just how limitless her love spanned for you.

"No, no, yours aren't ugly," you quickly answered. Vic raised her eyebrow. "Mine are. Yours only add to your amazing good looks."

Vic stood up from the couch, and knelt in front of you. You couldn't possibly look away without making it seem like you weren't trying to be an asshole. "They're not ugly. All they mean is you either were big and got small, or you were small and got big. Nothing wrong with either of those, Y/n."

You couldn't help but smile. "Did you just quote Katt Williams to me to make me feel better?"

"Did it work?" Vic asked, eyes dancing with light. You nodded a bit, which had your girlfriend a smiling mess. Without warning, she stood up and took your hand, hoisting you from the couch.

Wordlessly, Vic guided you to the bathroom and sat you down on the edge of the peach coloured tub. Vic rummaged around in her cabinet of potions and serums, until she came out with a tall, clear bottle. Within the bottle, was some amount of orange-pink oil. The words Bio-Oil were written in big white font on the front of the bottle. Vic handed it to you to inspect.

"It reduces my stretch marks," she told you. You handed the bottle back to her. Vic grinned, "Do you want me to put some on you?"

Heat poisoned your blood, not not from the heat wave. This time, the heat was from embarrassment, from love, form the blood rushing to the tips of your ears like a kid in year 5 who has a crush.

"Y-yeah, actually. That sounds...nice." Suddenly, that word didn't feel like lead on your tongue. It felt as it normally should've. Vic smiled so graciously as she unscrewed the white cap of the bottle.

In front of you, once again, Vic knelt down. Before she poured any oil on her hand, she planted a soft and smooth kiss to one of your dozens of stretch marks. It made a certain amount of nerves explode in your stomach and even more heat rush to your face. Knowing what she was doing to you only egged Vic on further. She kissed another and another. Then on one, she licked it and blew cool air against it, making jitters and tingles erupt everywhere on your body.

Before any protests came from you, Vic began with spreading the oil against your skin, making you flinch at the temperature. It was a ridiculously cool substance, that smelt like a mix of cooking oil and lavender essential oil.

Vic left no mark untouched. They shone in the harsh bathroom light, slick with the nice smelling oil and with Vic's fingers splayed upon you. Your heart beat like its never beat before and you felt as if you'd just eaten a full meal. You were fucking wrong. You were so totally wrong about Vic, about your stretch marks.

"Okay, now don't wipe it off, but it'll be drying for a minute or ten," Vic laughed as she capped the bottle.

No time wasted, you stood up and pulled Vic in by the waist, with tears brimming your eyes. Your lips connected with hers like fireworks. She tasted of her strawberry lip balm and of the grapes you both had been snacking on earlier. Softer than pillows, her lips were. They moved like the perfect puzzle piece against yours, like this moment was made to be.

Around your shoulders, Vic wrapped her arms, only bringing you closer together. When the kiss was broken, it was some time before either of you said something. There you both stood, in the bathroom, that smelt of lavender, breathless, admiring each other.

"I'm lucky to have you, Victoria," you whispered. Vic laughed lightly, her eyes crinkling in such an attractive way that made heat bloom once a-fucking-gain. "I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you even more," she replied, pecking your lips lightly. Once again, she had your hand in hers. "C'mon, show's probably back on."

[nootgi]

Love? - Kaeya

A/N:// I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FIC WHILST I WORK ON MY OTHER REQS, I MAY HAVE CRIED A LIL WRITING THIS! I apologise for this story too T^T

Word count: 3k

“What’s love?” Kaeya paused at the question, his paperwork left forgotten on the table.

“Isn’t that a big question~!” He teases Annette, ruffling her hair. She puffs out her reddened cheeks and tries to move away from his hand, pressing Kaeya for an answer.

“Have you ever heard the phrase curiosity killed the cat? Though I suppose a baby like you wouldn’t know at such a young age.” He laughs, picking up the glass of grape juice to sip from. No alcohol around the children is what you strictly ordered when Kaeya decided to take Annette to work. For something like take your daughter to work day.

“I’m 6! I’m not a baby and mother says it’s good to be curious.” He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face at her words. That sounds very like you. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree he muses as he looks into Annie’s eyes, they hold the same wild innocence yours do. She has her mother’s eyes.

“Very well then, let me tell you a story.”

It was early April and the Windblume festival was coming to a close. The celebrations, despite coming to an ending, still kept the streets lively. Most of the people of Mondstadt were recovering from a hangover from last night’s heavy drinking but still had smiles on their faces. Kaeya was going for a stroll, to distract himself from the thoughts building in the back of his mind. He looked down at the plaza from where he stood, watching the clean up. It always felt bittersweet, taking down the flower garlands that hung from the buildings or rolling up the green carpets that lined the steps. He didn’t know how but he came to love Mondstadt so much... Well actually he did know. They accepted him for who he is, with all of his flaws and lies, Mondstadt and its people held a part of him he didn’t know he had. His family. And in that moment as windwheel aester petals blew from above, Mondstadt gave him something he’ll always be thankful for. 

“Here’s a flower for our cavalry captain!” You cheered, holding a cecilia flower in front of Kaeya’s face, snapping him out of his thoughts. You snuck up on him, attacking him at his weakest moment with a smile. Even though Windblume was coming to a close, you kept the festive cheer. You were handing out a variety of flowers to everyone in Mondstadt to spread the joy and love to everyone. 

“Such beauty handing me a flower, what did I do to deserve this.” He smirks at your momentary panic, ducking down slightly to be face to face. He takes the flower and smells it, hiding his smile in it’s petals. You scold him for saying such cheesy things to someone he just met. It was funny how even though it was your first meeting, your personalities fit perfectly as one. 

“Don’t you ever feel embarrassed by saying those things?” You adjust the flower that was tucked behind your ear.

“The only embarrassment I feel is that I have nothing in return for this lovely gift.” His hand comes up to fix the flower, tucking it perfectly behind your ear. The white petals glowing against your skin. That one encounter set the tradition of Kaeya and you giving presents back and forth every year during Windblume. Even as the years went on, the present stayed as a simple cecilia flower as an ode to that first meeting. 

“He didn’t believe in love at first sight. You could say it was only something that existed in fairy tales for plot convenience. It takes a lot more than first sight to fall in love but he swore that moment could’ve been it.” He looks back at the child who now climbed into his lap, she placed the red blanket over the two of them to make sure they were both comfortable. Her eyes were fixed on Kaeya, watching with eager eyes to hear more. He holds her close so she doesn’t fall off his lap as he continues his story. 

“Love can be the best feeling in the whole world but it can also be the worst.”

Kaeya stood in front of the crowd of kids with an odd look on his face. It wasn’t one you were used to seeing on his face, it was the look of utter confusion. You walked over to find out what was going on but decided to listen to the conversation first. 

“Sister Barbara said you’d be entertaining us! But this is boring!!” One of the kids said, the others around him nodding and some going far as to cheer. Kaeya didn’t know what to do. He was bad with kids, he couldn’t be mean otherwise Jean would have to deal with the complaints and he most definitely couldn’t use his usual lines. As he tried to think of something to do the kids started to chant ‘let’s play!’ and that’s when you finally decided to enter. 

“Hey there Captain! Need some help?” It was like an angel coming down from the heavens, he swore there was even a halo around your head. The kids, already knowing you, cheered at your entrance. Kaeya watched as you calmed the kids down, getting them to eat lunch and successfully buying time for the two of you to plan something to entertain them. 

“How’d you manage to get into this then Kaeya?” You approach him after giving the last child some apple juice. 

“Jean would normally do this but since it’s been a while since she spent time with her sister I decided to volunteer.” That stunned you for a moment, you heard stories from Amber about how Kaeya always seemed to avoid work and formed an unfair opinion of him in your head. You felt guilty because of those thoughts, you saw how he struggled with those kids but still put himself out there for the sake of Jean and Barbara. “But let’s not tell Jean that.” 

“Would it be so bad for Jean to know the truth?” You ask plainly, ignoring the way Kaeya said the last part of his sentence. 

“Well-” You didn’t even let him finish

“I think the problem you have Kaeya is that you’re too closed off, children are so open and trusting that the only way to get along with them is to do the same.” 

“That can’t be done overnight let alone in an hour (Y/N).” It was the first time Kaeya said your name and it sent shivers down your spine. The very thought of opening up felt dangerous to Kaeya, the last time he opened up the last of his family left him in the dust.

“You’re right in that area but we can take baby steps!” You weren’t deterred by the tall walls he built around himself. You used the word ‘we’. We can take baby steps. That’s all that lingered in Kaeya’s mind, it was like an informal promise from you to him that you’ll be beside him for that journey. 

“Then where do we start, captain cheerful?” You roll your eyes at the nickname but gesture towards the children. 

“We start with them.” That day was one of the best days Kaeya had since his childhood. He never thought hide and seek could be so thrilling or that duck duck goose could be so intense! The kids were more than happy to embrace Kaeya and his awkward aura, teaching him of super secret tactics that no-one would ever know. He found himself learning more about the children and about himself. At times when he feels his guard going back up, he glances over at you and sees you playing with some of the quieter children, bringing them out of their shells. Your smile blended in with the childish joy of the kids around the two of you. Sometimes your eyes caught each other's and you both just shyly laughed it off as kids pulled the two of you away in different directions. It was hard to catch a moment to talk to each other until you took the kids to watch the sunset by Cider lake. Most of the kids were settled on the grass, sitting crossed leg and talking about all the fun they had that day. One of the boys shyly tugged Kaeya’s leg, asking to be carried since his mother always did it for him. He looked towards you for help but you just gave two thumbs up, encouraging him. He carefully picked up the boy, letting him rest on his hip and one arm securing his waist. The boy rested his head on Kaeya's shoulder, using the fur on his shoulder as a pillow to slowly doze off. Kaeya stood still. He didn’t expect the day to go like this let alone carry a sleeping child too. You patted Kaeya’s shoulder to reassure him and the rest of the sunset was spent with whispered words exchanged between the two of you. After such a successful day, the two of you decided to take the kids once every week off of Jean’s hands. 

“Love didn’t make him become a better person magically but instead motivated him to strive for that. She inspired him to try and be a better version of himself. It wasn’t like she was perfect either, they both worked on themselves whilst inspiring each other. That’s the good side of love Annie, but there is a bad side too…” Annette saw Kaeya’s eyes darken a little and she moved her small hands to rest on top of his larger ones to comfort him. 

All Kaeya saw was red. It started off as a light hearted exchange between some treasure hunters that the two of you came across during an adventure. They used the typical story of their cart breaking down and needing help so they could lure adventurers into a trap before robbing them blind. Kaeya already knowing this tried to shut them down before anyone else could fall victim to them. He was going to only use his words since he didn’t want you getting hurt in the crossfire. He knew you could defend yourself but it was too risky with the amount of numbers they had on them, no doubt there were more of them hidden. However his words only seemed to provoke the treasure hunters more, they struck to attack him but the crossbow went astray and hit you in the shoulder instead. It could’ve been a simple flesh wound or a small cut but even the tiniest amount of blood from you sent him off. The area started dropping in temperature, the floor stable floor below the men started to turn into ice and there was a still moment as a singular snowflake drifted down onto the floor. Once it hit the ground, there was a flash and  its delicate crystals were stained with blood. Kaeya stood over the last one with his sword raised to crash down on him till you came from nowhere to hold back his arm.

“Kaeya! Stop this!!” You begged him, looking at his side profile and trying to avoid looking at the bodies that surrounded the two of you. He couldn’t hear you, all he could hear was your scream when you got hit and had tunnel vision. 

“Please stop, you’re scaring me.” You sobbed softly, finally catching his eye. The darkness that clouded his eyes faltered as he put down his sword and embraced you. The man that was on the floor scrambled up to his feet, apologising profusely before running off with a terrified shriek. Kaeya could care less about what he did, he could only think about you now. He felt your shoulders shake from the fear or maybe from the sobs that escaped your body. His heart felt as though it dropped to his stomach, he hurt you. He scared you. When his hand came up to pat your head, you flinched away. It still sticks with him to this day, your tear stained face and eyes filled with fear because of what he was. He hated himself after that day, he felt as though he was back to square one. 

“It can lead you to dangerous things. You could disregard everything and everyone around you and ironically hurt the one you were trying to protect. But you can control all these negatives by simply talking about it with whoever you love. Never run away from it.” 

“Did the lady leave him after that?” Annette asked with tears in her eyes, not wanting to see such a tragic ending for the love story. 

“No she didn’t. When he ran away, she chased after him. She was really stubborn and cornered the poor man!” 

After the incident, Kaeya was put on a suspension from his job. The people of Mondstadt didn’t know any better, thinking it was him taking a small break from his work. Kaeya doesn’t know why Jean kept it a secret but decided to roll with it. He took his suspension as a time to withdraw from you, it was scary how quickly he became so attached to you. It was dangerous for the two of you so he decided himself to end whatever went on between the two of you. When you woke up the next day, you found out about Kaeya’s suspension and tried looking for him to talk things out. It was an impossible task since Kaeya seemed to become air whenever he saw you approaching or when you ask people about his location they all gave different answers. It annoys you to no end. He saves your life and then decides to remove himself from your life. Like hell you’d allow that. So you hatch a plan with Rosaria. 

It was a Thursday night and normally Kaeya would be holed up at work but with his suspension he decided to go to the angel’s share. Rosaria said she would be there in the back corner on the second floor, she told him that she would drink with him since it was boring to drink alone. He arrives earlier than Rosaria and decides to start drinking before she gets there, ordering a bottle of dandelion wine and slowly sipping on it. Minutes turn into hours and before he realises it’s closing time and he isn’t nearly as drunk as he would like to be. Rosaria was a no show and the tavern was completely empty. That’s when Kaeya realised he was caught in a trap, he had nowhere to run as you slowly approached him. You had a really angry look on your face. It was one look, he hates to admit, that scared him. You say nothing as you seat yourself across from Kaeya.

“F-fancy seeing you here (Y/N).” He offers with a meek smile.

“It really is an odd coincidence huh? It feels like it’s been a while since we talked.” You smile, but it isn’t reaching your eyes. That night you both talked about your feelings and cried with each other. Kaeya tells you things he never imagined telling you, about his self-hatred and how he feels as though he doesn’t belong. How the guilt eats him up everyday. You in return comfort him through it all, you might not have much to say back to him but that’s okay because just having someone listen to him was more than enough. Especially if it was you.

He was walking away from your doorstep after dropping you off home when he was stopped by you.

“No matter what happens Kaeya, don’t make my decisions for me! I’m a grownup and I told you all those years ago, WE will take these baby steps together.” You say seriously, holding his gaze with your fiery eyes. As he looked up at you, he felt his heartbeat pick up and a terrible realisation came down on him. Oh.

“I promise.” He was in love. 

“When you love someone Annette, it isn’t all black and white. You have to work to keep your relationship going, when something bad happens you talk about it, celebrate the small wins alongside the big ones. At moments you can feel lost in love, know you aren’t alone in this world. And once you find that special person, never let them go.” He pats the girl’s head as she brings her hand up to rub at her sleepy eyes. 

“Would there ever be a moment you would let go of love?” She asked innocently. As Kaeya opened his mouth to respond, the sound of the door opening interrupted the two of them.

The two look towards who came in and suddenly all the sleepiness in Annette’s body seems to leave her.

“Mommy!” She shouted excitedly, jumping into your open arms. You lift her up and spin her around as she giggles happily. Kaeya watched the exchange with fond eyes, standing up to walk towards them.

“So what did you do today?” You ask, it seems like an innocent question but Kaeya knows it's you checking to see if the two of you got up to any devious acts. 

“I learnt about love!” Annette says proudly, she holds her hands against her hips and proudly puffs her chest out. Kaeya laughs softly, as you turn to him with a curious gaze. 

“Oh really? Who taught you?” Diluc walks in behind you, laughing softly at Annette. Annette notices his arrival, reaching out for him to take her off of you. She laughs when Diluc tickles her sides as he adjusts his grip on her.

“Uncle Kaeya!” Her red hair bounces as she turns to point to Kaeya who was standing a few steps away from the family. 

She had her mother’s eyes and her father’s hair.

‘There can be a moment Annie. Sometimes there can be a moment when you realise another person can make them happier than you ever could but I hope from the bottom of my heart that, you, my dearest niece will never experience that.’

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Drawings on Ice (Part Two) | Charlie Gillespie

A/N: Part two to the Hockey Player! Charlie x Artist!Reader au! Hope you like it! :) You can read part one HERE

Pairing: Hockey Player!Charlie Gillespie x Artist!Reader

Warnings: a fight, mentions of blood, curse words

Words: 3,948

There hasn’t been a day you didn’t spend together. You go to every single one of his hockey practices and games, after which you head to the café for some coffee -- or in Charlie’s case, hot chocolate. He joins you and Andrea on your study dates, mostly to just annoy you by poking you with his pencil, begging you to go somewhere else. On nights where he doesn’t have practice and you’re not in the library to study, the two of you spend time in either one of your dorms to watch movies or tv-shows, cuddled up on the bed. 

Though a lot of people started thinking  you are a couple, you hadn’t talked about that with Charlie yet. Even after him telling you about that reputation of his, you still wanted to be cautious. Your heart has been broken many times, you didn’t think it could handle another. Especially with a guy like Charlie. “Hey, Gorgeous,” Charlie greets flirtily when you arrive at the ice rink to watch him practice. You’ve got your sketchpad clutched to  your chest, ready to work on some of the Hockey Team’s drawings. “Hi, Char,” you say back, unable to withhold a giggle at his pet name for you. He’s been calling  you Gorgeous since the day after you went to the coffee house for the first time after the game. “Don’t you have to go and listen to what your coach is saying?” you ask, noticing the other’s gathering to listen to the coach’s instruction. He glances back at the team, then turns back to you with that charming, flirty smile of his you’ve come to love. “Nah, I’d rather say hello to a beautiful girl than listen to the coach blab about strategies that don’t work.” You roll your eyes at his obvious flirty behavior. Lately, though, he’s only ever flirting with you. You haven’t seen him talk to many other girls except you and Andrea, and between the two of you, he only ever flirts with you. Mostly because Sam will kill him if he does flirt with Andrea. “Hey, will you stay until after practice? I wanna show you something!” Charlie is always excited about everything, but this time, it tops all the others. His eyes are sparkling with hope and excitement, the hazel color turning more gold than brown, and his mouth is curled up into the brightest, widest smile you’d ever seen. “Yeah, of course!” you reply, trying to match his excitement. “Gillespie, get your ass over here!” Coach yells at him, which Charlie rolls his eyes at, making you chuckle. His gloved hand takes yours, basically ripping it off your sketchpad, and kisses your knuckles before giving you a wink and then skating off to join the team. All the boys welcome him back with a teasing uproar of cheers and wolf whistles. You chuckle, rolling your eyes amusedly, and then make your way to the bleachers where you continue working on your drawings, glancing up every now and then to watch Charlie on the ice. There was something about the way he skated around. So elegant. So peaceful. Charlie really is in his element on the ice. It’s the most adorable and attractive version of Charlie you know of. It’s the side of him you love the most since it’s the side you draw him in the most. Practice is over sooner than you thought it would and it only takes Charlie about fifteen minutes to come out of the dressing rooms, showered and ready to go. “Are you ready?” he asks, taking your hand to help you up from your seat. “I have no clue where we’re going, but yeah?” you reply as he leads you out of the rink, still holding your hand while your other clutches your sketchpad. He takes you across campus, going way faster than your feet can take. Your giggles fleet through the night sky, making some heads turn of students on their way to a party or their dorms. He takes you into the astrology building, through hallways and corridors until you reach the auditorium. He lets go of your hand and pushes the heavy doors open. You’re amazed those doors aren’t locked, but you’ve learned to just roll with whatever Charlie’s doing. The sight you’re met with right now is a breathtaking one. Blankets and pillows on the floor, food spread all around it, a guitar on the side, fairy lights scattered all around to illuminate the dark room, and, most importantly, a breathtaking view on the night sky. You scuffle inside, giving your eyes the time and pleasure to take it all in as Charlie stands back, watching you with an endeared, tender smile on his face. Once you feel you’ve seen everything, you turn around to Charlie. “Wha--? Charlie?” He laughs at your surprised and confused face before walking up to you and taking your hand again, now leading you towards the pile of blankets and pillows. “I’m buddies with the astrology professor, he gave me the keys and Andrea and her friends helped me put all of this in here,” he explains as the two of you sit down. With your mouth a little ajar, you look up to the beautiful stars above you. Charlie’s hand comes into your peripheral as he’s pointing up to show you something. “That’s the Big Dipper up there, right above us,” he informs you. “And that one over there,” he moves his hand slightly, “is Sirius, it’s considered to be the most beautiful star, but I beg to differ.” You look at him, finding him already looking at you with that flirty smile on his face again. “Oh, shut up.” You slap him on the chest playfully, unable to hide your smile or the blush that’s creeping up on your cheeks. Charlie definitely notices, but doesn’t say anything. Just knowing he has that effect on you, is enough for him. “So,” he opens the basket and takes out a bottle of white wine. “Andi told me you liked white wine, so… I told her she could buy a bottle she thinks you’d like and I paid her.” You chuckle at his explanation and nod your head. “I do love a good white wine.” He pours some of the goddess liquid into two glasses, and hands one to you. “You really are a charmer, Gillespie,” you say as you clink your glasses together, looking in each other’s eyes. “Is it working yet?” he asks while you take a sip. You let out a small moan at how good this wine is before looking up at Charlie again, a little confused at what he’s hinting at. “Is what working?” He chuckles nervously, twirling his wine around and staring at the whirlpool it’s creating. “What?” you chuckle, trying to capture his eyes. He finally looks up at you, his eyes sparkling with joy and hope, his mouth curling up into the most tender smile you’d ever seen. “What, Charlie?” you try again, getting a little insecure. “I thought it’d be pretty obvious right now that I’m insanely in love with you?” he blurts out with a nervous quiver in his tone. You’re taken aback by this answer. You knew he kind of liked you and his flirty behavior has increased over the days, but you thought that was it. A crush and a bit of harmless flirting. Nothing quite as serious as being in love. “Oh…” you manage to bring out. “Charlie, I--” he shakes his head, shutting you up. “No, I get it, Y/N. It’s fine. You don’t want to date someone with a reputation like mine. I get it…” You exhale slowly and place your glass of wine on the floor before grabbing Charlie’s hands in yours. He looks up at this, unsure of what’s happening. “It’s not you, Charlie.... I don’t care about the reputation you have because I get to see who you really are… And I like you, but I’m trying to be cautious with who I’m dating. My heart’s been broken many times before, and before you say ‘I’m not going to break your heart’, I know. You’re probably not, but… I just…” You heave in a deep breath, trying to think of something. “Just give me some time, okay?” You place a hand on his cheek and rub your thumb against the soft skin as it wrinkles into that beautiful, charming smile again. “Yeah, okay,” he replies, placing his hand on yours on his cheek. “We still… We still get to hang out though, right?” he queries carefully. You chuckle at this, retreating your hand, and nodding. “Phew! And you’re still coming to the game tomorrow?” “Yeah, of course. Wouldn’t want to miss it,” you reply and grab a grape from the basket. “Good, because I’m going to need my lucky charm when we play against St. Mary’s.” You shoot him a questioning look, tilting your head slightly. “They’re our biggest rivals. They’ve won against every other university, including us last season. We really have to beat them tomorrow.” You nod your head understandingly. “I’ll wear my best cheerleading outfit,” you say jokingly. Though, judging from Charlie’s eyes nearly popping out of his eye sockets, you know he’s not opposed to that idea. “I don’t have a cheerleading outfit, Char,” you tell him, just to be sure. His face falters, clearly disappointed. “You’d look hot in that though,” he mutters under his breath, but you heard him, loud and clear. With an amused smile plastered on your face, you shake your head at him. Even after his confession from earlier, nothing has changed between the two of you.  And for now, that’s all you need. 

Dressed in black skinny jeans, Charlie’s Canada sweater he left in your dorm one night, and a beanie over your ears, you go to the ice rink. Andrea has already taken a seat in the bleachers, so you go up and join her. “How was your date last night?” she asks immediately without missing a beat. “It wasn’t a date. But it was really fun. Thank you, by the way. The wine was divine.” She chuckles and taps your thigh twice. “You’re most welcome,” she says. “Oh, look! Here come the boys!” she points to the ice where the team skates onto the field, ready to kick St. Mary’s ass. You lock eyes with Charlie as he gets into position. His lips turn up into a somewhat relieved smile, like he was scared she wouldn’t turn up after his confession last night. You offer him a wave and then a thumbs-up, shooting some encouragement his way. The first half goes really well. Charlie and Sam score most of the goals, but by half-time, they’re tied with St. Mary since their right and left wings are amazing players too. The coach calls the team to gather as you and Andrea make your way down to say hi afterwards. “St. Mary’s left wing has a weak knee,” you tell Charlie when he’s skated up to you, taking his helmet off and shaking his hair out. “Hello to you too,” he chuckles, placing one gloved hand over yours as they clutch the rink. “Sorry, hi! I saw their number 12 buckle a little when you accidentally hit his knee. I think you could use that to your advantage.” You’d never paid this much attention to a game, but knowing the team has to win against St. Mary, you figured you could use your observation skills to your advantage to find one for them. “Look who’s paying attention,” he smirks at you, which you amusedly roll your eyes at. “Thanks,” he adds when the ref blows his whistle to signal the start of the second half. “Good luck, Char,” you say and lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek. His eyes widen slightly at the sudden display of affection, unable to hide his cheeks reddening. You can’t help but smile as he skates off, ready for the second half. “You can’t tell me you’re not in love with him, Peaches,” Andrea says as she snakes an arm around your shoulders whilst you both walk back to your seats. “I am not in love with Charlie, Andi,” you reassure her, but you’re not even so sure anymore yourself. You’ve caught  yourself thinking about Charlie on more occasions than one, dreamt of kissing him, wished you could just spend more time with him. You knew you were slowly, but surely falling for him. Even after many attempts of occupying yourself with other thoughts. Nothing really seemed to work. But you were still going to deny it. To Charlie. To Andrea. But mostly, to yourself. You were so preoccupied by talking to Andrea, you didn’t even notice what was happening behind  you as you were getting back to your seat. “Yo, Gillespie,” St. Mary’s number 12 captures his attention, “Isn’t that new love of yours the weirdo artist kid that draws everyone they see like a stalker?.” Charlie’s jaw clenched as his hands balled up into fists. Sam intervenes before his buddy can take as much as a step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not worth it, man. Let’s just finish this game, okay?” Sam suggests. Charlie nods his head, calming down slightly as he starts making his way to his spot on the ice, only for number 12 to add some fuel to the fire. “What’s wrong, Gillespie? You’re not even going to defend them?” Charlie halts, trying his hardest to refrain himself. “So, you agree with me that they’re a fucking creepy stalker?” Charlie’s hands are back into fists, gripping harshly onto his hockey stick. “I can’t wait until after the game, so I can--” before number 12 finishes his sentence, Charlie drops his helmet and harshly tugs his gloves off before hitting the guy in his knee with his stick, making him tumble over onto the ice. He sits down on top of him, lashing out at the boy underneath. The ref whistles again while Charlie’s teammates try to get him off number 12, to no avail. Number 12 then takes over and rolls the both of them over, Charlie underneath him now, and punches him in the face a few times. You watch the spectacle from half-way to your seat, staring at the boys on the ice in pure shock and horror. You’re frozen in place, unsure about what to do. Though Charlie looks extremely hot, yet it looks so horrible. Why is it when boys fight, does it look so horrible, yet, feel so right? Soon enough, the boys are pulled apart by their coaches. There are blood splatters everywhere. On the ice, on the boys’ clothes and faces. Even on some of their teammates. The two are taken off the ice, another one filling in for them. Upon seeing this, you run down to where Charlie and his coach are, worry filling up your entire body. “Charlie!” you yell, but he doesn’t even look up. Sam comes up to you and tells you they’re thinking about taking him to the hospital. “Fuck,” you mutter. “Thanks, Sam.” You rush over to the bench where a doctor is taking care of Charlie’s wounds. “Charlie,” you whisper when you reach him. Another one of his teammates makes room for you to sit, which you do with a thankful smile towards them. “Is he gonna be okay?” you ask the doctor. “We’re gonna take him to the hospital for some check-ups, mainly to make sure he doesn’t have a concussion. But other than that, he’s fine.” You exhale slowly, then turn to Charlie again, grabbing his cold, bloody hand. “Hey, what happened?” you ask softly. He relaxes again upon hearing your melodic voice filled to the brim with worry. “Char, talk to me…” He looks up at you now. His right eye is punched shut and turning blue, his lip cut open and blood running from his nose. “He was saying things about you, Y/N. I couldn’t not do anything. He just made me so fucking angry,” he growls, tearing his eyes away from you again. You place your other hand onto the one you’re holding, trying your hardest to warm it up a little and to comfort him. He was defending you from God-knows-what awful things that number 12 was saying about you. He defended you in your absence. And looked so hot while doing it. “Alright, let’s go, Gillespie,” the coach says and hands him his shoes. You let go of his hand, so he can exchange his skates for his shoes, and look up at the coach. “What hospital are you taking him to?” you ask him. “Horizon’s,” the older man replies, and then helps Charlie up his feet since his leg has been brutally attacked by the number 12 too. “Come on,” he mutters. You get up too, and watch as Charlie limps by his coach's side. You turn and rush to Andrea again, only then realizing there were tears running down your face. She wipes them away with her thumbs, and looks into your eyes intensely. “Go! You can take my car.” She hands you her keys, kisses you on the cheek, and lets you go. You run to Andrea’s car and drive a little past the speed limit to get to the hospital as fast as possible. You know what you’re doing isn’t very safe, but you need to get to Charlie. You need to see him and make sure he’s okay. “I’m looking for Charlie Gillespie, he’s been brought in a little while ago?” you breathlessly ask the woman behind the front desk. You’re still panting from running from the car to the building. Your heart is going ten miles an hour, but it’s been doing that since the moment the fight broke out. “He’s gonna be in room 403, they’re still doing some tests, but you can wait for him there. It’s up to the fourth floor, you can take the elevator down the hall, there.” You nod at the woman, offering her the most thankful smile you can muster before making your way to the fourth floor. Your feet are getting sore from all the running, but you try your hardest to ignore it. There’s no stopping now. You have to be at Charlie’s side. Room 403 is empty, except for a wardrobe, a nightstand and a single armchair. He’s not here yet. You take a seat on the armchair for a few seconds, but then get back up and start pacing the room. Your nerves don’t allow you to sit still. You comb your fingers through your hair, muttering curses to the hospital staff to hurry their stupid tests. Something must be wrong with Charlie. There’s no other reason why they’d take so long. Not that you have a lot of experiences with hospitals except for maybe seeing a relative die in one, but never ever something like this. “Hey, Y/N, right?” a voice makes you snap out of your train of thoughts. It’s Charlie’s coach, carrying some of Charlie’s clothes in his hands. “Uhm, yeah, hi.” He offers you a smile as he walks in and places the clothes on the armchair. “They’re finished with the tests, he’s gonna be here in a few,” he informs you. “I’m gonna get something from the cafeteria, do you want anything?” You jam your nervous hands into the pockets of your jeans. “Oh, no, thank you,” you say and shoot him a stiff smile. He nods curtly before moving out of the room and leaving you alone again. This time, though, it doesn’t last too long. Within a minute, two nurses wheel him into the room on a hospital bed. You quickly move out of the way. He looks so fragile and broken on that hospital bed with all his wounds and bruises, and his eyes drooping from tiredness. “There you go, mister Gillespie,” the young man says as he puts the brakes on the bed, to make sure he doesn’t roll away again. “Ring if you need anything.” The other turns to you and says, “All tests went well. He has a slight concussion and some broken ribs, but he’ll be fine. Just make sure not to talk too loudly because that’ll give him a headache.” “Okay, thanks,” you give the two nurses a smile and let them walk out before you move to Charlie’s bedside. He looks at you from underneath his lashes, noticing how nervous you are, and reaches for your hand. “Hey,” he croaks out. “How are you feeling?” you ask. Your voice croaky from the tears you’re holding in. “I’m okay,” he answers, “Please, tell me that asshole looks worse than me.” He chuckles, then whinces at the pain his laughter causes to his ribs. “I’ve got no clue. I didn’t really look at that dude, I was too worried about you.” He smiles at you tenderly and brings your hand to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “Charlie, I--” you start, but cut yourself off, not knowing how to say what you want to say. “Hey, come here,” he scoots over clumsily, giving you some space on the bed. You debate the option, but after looking into his pleading eyes -- or pleading eye since one is pretty much just punched shut -- you get on the bed, one leg dangling off. “What was he saying about me that made you so mad?” you ask, not at all what you wanted to, but you’re going with it for now. “He called you a fucking creep and a stalker because he somehow found out you draw the people you see?” Your heart skips a beat. He defended you for the one thing you were bullied about in high school. “I just… I know how much you hated that when it happened to you in high school, and because, you know, I’m in love with you and I don’t ever want you to feel that way again…” You smile a little at his second reason whilst butterflies well up in your stomach. “Charlie…” you start, making him turn his head at you. “Remember when I asked you for some time?” He nods his head slowly and carefully. “That was yesterday, so yes, I remember. I only have a slight concussion, babe.” You grab his hand in yours, rubbing circles on the back of his hand as you bite your lip nervously. “I don’t think I need any more time…” you carefully look up at him to see his surprised, and hopeful reaction. His eyes are sparkling again. Much like the stars you were watching last night. “So, does that mean I can finally kiss you?” he tries. One corner of his mouth curls up, and when you nod, the other follows. “Fucking finally!” he exclaims before gingerly grabbing your face with the hand you’re  not holding and bringing you closer to him to press his lips to yours in a long-awaited, passionate kiss. One that ends too quickly with a hiss from him. “That hurts doesn’t it?” you ask worriedly. “Only the normal amount,” he shrugs and kisses you again before you can say anything else. “The normal amount is no pain, babe,” you mumble against his lips. Charlie doesn’t listen though, and instead, deepens the kiss even more. He’s been waiting for this to happen for weeks. Weeks of constant flirting and taking you on stargazing dates or coffee dates or pointing at you whenever he made a goal. Weeks of pining for the most beautiful artist he’s ever met in his life. And now, he’s finally kissing you. Finally. 

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[handsoffmyfriends]

Breaking Expectations

— when you transfer into the hero course for your second year, you have a lot of expectations regarding your soon-to-be classmates. of all the people to not meet your expectations, bakugou katsuki ranks number one, but you find that you aren’t disappointed in the slightest

PARING: bakugou katsuki x reader WORD COUNT: 1,852 WARNINGS: bakugou swears like the bakuhoe he is

A/N: my first one shot 🥺🥺 i really wanted to write something cute and fluffy and angst free for once, i hope i did okay!! warming myself up for opening up requests !

Part 2

You weren’t sure what you expected when you transferred into the hero course, but somehow befriending the hot-headed Bakugou Katsuki hadn’t even been within the realm of possibilities. You respected his undeniable power, but his personality left much to be desired. You, like the rest of the school outside of the hero course, believed he was nothing more than a feral child with a superiority complex. All you had ever heard about him was how angry he was and how poorly he treated everyone around him. Hell, the guy called his best friend “shitty hair” for crying out loud. It left you feeling not as excited as you should have been when you found out you were transferring into Class 2-A.

Your first interaction with the angry boy left you wondering just how much of the rumours you’d heard had been just that; rumours. You thought for sure he was going to yell at you when you’d been thrown into him during hero training, but he’d simply helped you steady your footing and told you to be more careful. His tone always held a note of anger, you’d found, but the way he helped you and proceeded to back you up during the exercise left you feeling like you’d completely misjudged him. 

You couldn’t shake the guilt at how poorly you’d originally viewed him, so you approached him later that day in the dorms. Thankfully, he was by himself, sitting on the sofa scrolling through his social media. You weren’t sure how you’d have spoken to him if other people were around. 

Still, you weren’t sure how to start the conversation. He very clearly didn’t want to be disturbed, but he was out in the communal living space, so surely he expected to be disturbed? You stood there like an idiot for several long seconds, agonising over how to begin, but once again, he surprised you. 

“Don’t stand there all day,” he growled out, flicking his crimson eyes up at you. “Couches are free real estate. Don’t need my permission to sit your ass down.” He returned his attention back to his phone.

You stiffened slightly at his bluntness. Again, you hadn’t known what to expect, but that certainly wasn’t it. “Ah, that’s not what I came over here for.” 

He looked back up at you, this time putting his phone aside and giving you his entire attention. “If it’s about before, don’t worry about it. Everyone does dumb shit during the exercises. Dunce Face does something stupid every fucking time.” 

You frowned in confusion before realising he meant Kaminari. You shook your head, finding your voice. “Ah, it’s not quite that either, though I am very sorry about getting in your way. It was a lot more intense than I thought it was going to be.” 

Bakugou shrugged with indifference. “You did alright to me. Better than that grape fucker we had last year.” 

You dug through your brain to figure out who he could have possibly meant before noticing you were getting distracted. “It’s— I mean... I came over to apologise to you! For misjudging you!” You blurted your thoughts out before they got lost on the way to your mouth. It came out a lot less eloquently than you intended. At his furrowed eyebrows, you tried to save face and explain yourself. “I just... I needed to apologise. You aren’t at all how I thought you would be.”

His expression darkened. “Let me guess, you thought I’d be some kind of villain in the making? Some asshole that would stomp you into the ground without a second thought?”

You didn’t respond, but it was answer enough for him. 

He sighed deeply, releasing his frustrations. “Look, that shit was probably true a year ago. I get why you’d think that.” He pulled his phone back out, returning his attention back to it. “People change, believe it or not. But, thanks... for being upfront, I guess.”

You weren’t sure how you felt about the conclusion to the conversation, but it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You didn’t feel right just walking away after that either, so you took a seat on the couch, a comfortable distance away from him, and pulled out your own phone to browse your social media. 

You looked back up at him sharply when you noticed the new friend request notification pop up. The Bakugou Katsuki had just sent you a friend request. He seemed entirely unaware of you staring at him in disbelief, despite having just sent you the request. He continued to scroll through his phone, very pointedly not looking up at you. 

You decided not to make a big deal out of it, since he wasn’t either. 

-- 

Bakugou continued to surprise you as the weeks and months went by. Sure, he was as angry as you had been led to believe, but it wasn’t a personal anger that you had assumed. He was just a shouty kind of guy. He called all his friends insulting nicknames, but they were said with a strange kind of fondness, like insults were the only way he could allow himself to show affection. He even had one for you, and if anyone else had called you that, you would have been really offended. Coming from Bakugou, it was strangely nice. 

You found yourself hanging out with him more and more. Not through any intentional planning, but the two of you just ended up in the same places at the same times. He was almost always accompanied by Kirishima, who was always overly happy to see you, almost like he was making up for Bakugou’s lack of enthusiasm. You didn’t mind the extra company, though you found you liked your alone time with Bakugou even more. 

Sometimes, it was just studying together. Sometimes, you both didn’t say a word, simply enjoying each other’s company. When you did talk, it was comfortable. Bakugou wasn’t a big talker, but you could tell he really trusted you when he did talk to you about more serious topics than the weather. You treasured those moments. 

--

“Hey, Y/N! We’ve been looking for you!” Kirishima called out, pulling you from your book.

“Oh, Kirishima, Bakugou,” you greeted pleasantly, giving up on studying. You probably shouldn’t be studying in the communal area anyway. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Kirishima grinned impossibly wide, showing off his famously sharp teeth. “Bakubro here wanted you to join us for squad movie night.” 

Without hesitation, Bakugou threw a punch at Kirishima, right in the face. The red-head had apparently been expecting it, since he’d hardened up instantly and was left entirely unaffected by the slug. “Shut the hell up, shitty hair, you make it sound so fucking creepy!” 

You laughed at their bickering, finding it endearing. How you had ever thought Bakugou was an asshole to his friends was beyond you. The words themselves were harsh, but the emotions behind them spelled out an entirely different meaning. He was embarrassed.

You decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up. “Squad movie night, huh? I didn’t know I was part of a squad.”

Kirishima threw an arm around Bakugou. “I’ll add you to the group chat! But, you gotta come for movie night first! It’s like, initiation.” 

You giggled. “Alright, alright. I need a break anyway.” 

-- 

That’s how you found yourself curled up on the couch, pressed up against the arm of the three seater. It seemed squad movie night was an accepted practise in the dorm, since no one other than Bakugou’s friends were present despite being hosted in the communal area. 

Mina had picked the movie, which was surprisingly an action packed thriller, not a rom-com that you’d have expected from her. It suited you just fine, since you weren’t exactly in the mood for a rom-com. 

You’d sat down first, since you weren’t sure who did what when it came to movie time. Kaminari handed around little bowls full of snacks for everyone, while Sero and Kirishima pulled out a plethora of comforters, blankets and pillows, passing them around to everyone. You suspected they were from everyone’s rooms and you suddenly felt lacking since you hadn’t brought your own. This certainly wasn’t what you’d expected to come along to. 

You continued to be surprised when Bakugou took a seat next to you and threw his comforter over you. “Bring your own next time,” he growled at you, adding on your insulting nickname. 

You figured Kirishima would sit next to Bakugou, but he just sat down on the other couch with Sero. Mina had created a nest on the floor, pillows and blankets piled into an impossibly comfortable mound of plush. She practically disappeared into it when she laid down in it. 

You found it hard to concentrate on the movie with Bakugou so close to you. You were surrounded  by his smell, burnt sugar and smoke, a combination that you would have thought to be repulsive. Instead, it wrapped you up and made you feel nice and warm. Although, that probably had to do with the fact that Bakugou was so close to you that you could feel his body heat. The sudden realisation had you barely able to breathe.

Why did you suddenly feel so weird? No one else made you feel like your heart was in your throat, so why did Bakugou? 

You think your heart completely stopped when Bakugou very casually threw an arm behind you. Well, behind the couch was more accurate, but it was still behind you and when your heart came back online, it was working double time. 

“Fuckin’ relax,” he murmured, eyes never leaving the screen. When you didn’t relax quick enough for his liking, he turned his crimson gaze onto you, those red eyes boring in your own. “I can move if you’re that fuckin’ uncomfortable.” He probably meant to come off blasé, but you could hear the underlying hurt in his voice.

You shook your head very quickly when you realised he wasn’t just being casual about getting comfortable, but making a silent move to get closer to you. You didn’t speak, not trusting yourself to talk. You’d probably say something really stupid and really loudly. Instead, you forced yourself to relax, shifting around a little to get more comfortable. Bakugou hummed in satisfaction.

You weren’t sure when you were snuggled into Bakugou’s side instead of the arm of the couch, and you weren’t sure when he pulled his arm from behind the couch to be wrapped around you, but you found that you were way too comfortable to care. 

You felt so warm and safe that you didn’t even notice that you were dozing off until you were being gently woken up. The room was dark, the movie very clearly over, and the rest of the squad were long gone. Bakugou gently jostled you awake, a strangely soft expression adorning his features. You’d never seen it before, but you decided then and there, in your sleepy stupor, that you wanted to see it as much as you could.

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-he will do anything to pull you away from whatever it is you’re doing whenever he wants attention

“COME TO MY DORM OR I’LL LIGHT A BUNCH OF CANDLES AND FALL ASLEEP!” “no don’t burn down hogwarts sirius, sod off, i need to study.” “don’t you love me??” “yes, now that that’s settled, go away.” “you’re breaking my heart darling.” he’ll pout throwing a hand over his heart while leaning on you “you’re breaking your own heart. just wait a bit longer, you big baby.” “nope, that’s it, i’m doing it! tata now!” “sirius no-!” “bye y/nnnn goodnight, unless you decide to graciously visit me in bed” “you’re really gonna burn down hogwarts because i won’t cuddle you?” “you mean YOU'RE going to burn down hogwarts because you refuse to stop studying and cuddle me.” “it does work like that!! you’re so childish.” “i’d prefer the term determined if you will.” “sirius- wait no don’t go upst- and he’s gone,” *waits a bit* *dashes upstairs and barges into the room* *sees there are no candles lit* “i’m offended, you thought i’d actually do it, but since you’re here let’s cuddle.”

-whenever he’s hanging around the other marauders on the field he’ll see random flowers and start picking them, ignoring their teasing while flipping them off “sirius has gone soft!!!!” “sod off wankers at least i have someone.” “i do have someone!” “lily hates you james.” “for now you twat.”

-he can’t wait to give you the flowers “oh- thank you? for the um..weeds?” “weeds? they’re flowers, look, petals and all.” he’ll dramatically pick a petal of a flower and blow it into the air, sighing as it slowly falls to the ground “nooo don’t make that face, you know i love them, they’re pretty.” you’ll open your arms for him and he’ll gladly reciprocate, burying his face between your shoulder and neck ”yeah like me.” he’d mutter in a childish voice

-“did you just lick my lips?” “your chapstick tastes good”

-whenever he’s drinking something and someone makes him laugh you can expect him to spray everywhere

-if you’re putting on lipstick he’ll ask you to kiss him on the cheek because he wants people to see, then he’ll ask to use the lipstick too because he wants you to have one as well

-every time you come out of the bathroom after getting dressed, without fail he’ll hype you up whether you’re wearing your uniform or a normal outfit or your sleeping clothes. he’ll narrate you as you walk out the room, asking you to do your model walk.

-you’ll dress each other sometimes, he usually picks fishnets and a skirt with one of his shirts and you’ll get him to dress like henry winter from the secret history (sirius in dark academia fashion, i think so)

-you two paint your nails together

-you both impulsively cut your hair, it’s utter chaos. it consists of you two screaming, hiding under a blanket, freaking out at the hair in the sink, then realizing you both look really good

-you have matching silver rings and necklaces

-he’s very devious, he always has something up his sleeve

-he gets jealous really easily, if someone is looking at you he’ll stare them down and whisper in your ear “someone’s checking you out.” “really? are they cute?” he’ll shoot you a warning look before picking you up and running off to do some um activities

-he’s very protective, he trusts you deeply but he knows that there are people who are willing to do anything to upset him and the only way someone could upset him is if they harmed you in any way. he will always stand up for you, even when you’re not around. he despises anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. this has led to many fights and detentions  

-he’s the most supportive and accepting person ever. he knows what it’s like to feel like an alien in your own body, to not be accepted by those you thought would be there no matter what, he understands what it feels like and though he will never understand how you feel completely, he will do everything in his power to help you and to make you feel safe and loved. if you open up about your struggles, your sexuality, your identity or anything at all, there will not be a single part of him that’ll judge you. he’ll just listen and smile, feeling so grateful that you trusted him enough to open up to him

-he’ll randomly break into your room in the middle of the night “get your fine ass out of bed, we’re going to hogsmeade.” “it’s 4 in the morning what could you possibly want at hogsmeade?” “i’m hungry, now hurry up.” “why don’t you sod off and steal some or rem’s chocolate? i’m tired.” “i already finished it c’monnnnn i know you wanna.” “you’re so lucky that i love you sirius.”

-he always keeps you on your feet, there was never a dull moment with him and frankly, it was hard to keep up, no one knows where he gets all this energy from.

-it’s hard to really know what he’s talking about at times, he just says words sometimes and when he’s done he looks at you expectantly

-his energy levels fluctuate a lot though, one minute he’ll be running around the room chasing you like a zombie, the next he’ll be sitting down talking about cultural anthropology  

-he likes trying to see if he can trick you into eating foods you hate. for example, he’ll try and feed you olives by claiming they’re grapes or something, which obviously doesn’t work so he just shoves it in your mouth (olive slander is welcome here)

-when you two kiss it’s so intense, even if it’s supposed to be a short peck before you head off to class he’ll put both his hands in your hair and pull you closer, refusing to have a kiss less than 10 seconds

-when he hugs you he spins you around until you’re both about to fall from dizziness

-he’s so coquettish, even when you’ve been together for so long he’ll stroll up to you and use a horrible pick up line, or he’ll wink at you from across the room or shamelessly flirt with you in front of everyone, which never fails to amuse you

-sirius either sleeps for 17 hours straight or 3 hours, there is no in-between. he’s also a very heavy sleeper, it’s so difficult to get him up in the mornings if you two are late for class. he doesn’t really care that he’s late but for your sake, he drags himself out of bed, under the condition that you have to take a nap with him right after class.

-he hogs the blanket and when you try and pull it back he will just grunt and say “you’re so hot why would you need it?” which you’d just scoff at and throw yourself on him until he acquiesces to share the blanket with you

-the train ride to hogwarts is filled with laughter, the kind where it hurts to breathe and you keep adding things that make you both reel over. the other marauders are slightly confused, but they start to laugh as they see your faces turn red while tears slip from your eyes.

-you are such an energetic couple, you bounce off of each other and anyone who hangs out with you two feels like they’re babysitting

-if his hands are cold he’ll press them on your thighs, neck, or your stomach just to make you jump, which is the catalyst in you chasing him around the room while throwing things at him

-he pokes the side of your face so much you’re convinced you’ll get a dent, he also flicks you so much that by the end of class there's a red mark on your cheek

- “you smell so good love.” “stop sniffing me, creep”

-he likes carrying you bridal style everywhere, it’s so unnecessary and extravagant that it just works because it’s sirius we’re talking about

-you two play fight so often people are genuinely concerned because they’ll just walk into the common room and see you straddling him as you cause havoc on his face with a pillow or he’ll have you pinned under him as he relentlessly tickles you

-calling him fleahead just to rile him up

“why can’t i have a pleasant nickname? like mr. darcy, am i not like your mr. darcy??”

-him calling you cherry or mars because you blush a lot around him (he likes to tell himself it’s because of his undeniable charm)

-sneaking off to the astronomy tower together to listen to music while you’re under a blanket and holding hands, talking quietly about your home lives or anything that’s bothering you, letting the wind run through your clothing, causing the two of you to shuffle closer together

-he’s seldom quiet so when he is you know there’s something wrong. you never push him as he’ll open up on his own terms and when he’s ready, but you always make sure that he knows you’re there

-he’ll usually walk into your dorm shutting the door quietly, taking his jumper off, and curling up in your lap as he grabs your hand, your other one going to his hair immediately. his cries are silent but they don’t last long, only for a couple of minutes before he looks up at you and kisses the side of your mouth before going under your covers and hugging your waist tightly.

-when you walk in upset or crying he’ll immediately be gripping his wand asking who he’ll have to hex, it brings a smile to your face and you just shake your head before trudging towards him, your mood washing over you again. you straddle his lap and bury your face in his chest, trying to calm yourself down. his hands would immediately go to rubbing your back or stroking your hair. when your breathing starts to go back to normal he’ll hold the back of your neck, making you look up at him, he just wanted to see your face because even when you were sobbing he thought you were the most breathtaking person on earth.

-you two always shower together or take baths together and they’d be filled with horrible attempts at flirting and messing around

-drunk sirius is a disaster. he will trail after you like a lost puppy, he will hug your legs if you try to leave which leads to him being dragged on the floor as he grips on your calf for dear life. if you somehow manage to free yourself from his grip he does the most outrageous and embarrassing things to get you to come back. (imagine sirius drunkenly singing common people by pulp or the letter by the boxtops, using his bottle as a mic and prancing around the common room doing an idiotic dance)

-drunk sirius barges into your room screaming “i'm an english man!!” or singing parklike by blur (if blur existed at the time)

-so many polaroids, he has a box filled with them. it gives him comfort when he’s back at home

-he stares at you a lot

-he always greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand

-at first you were apprehensive about being with sirius for several reasons but you gave him a chance because you wanted to formulate your own opinion. he proved everyone around him wrong and it took you by surprise to see just how committed he was. he not once hid the fact he liked you, he made it very known that he wanted you and only you, even if it was embarrassing on your behalf

(can you tell i heavily associate sirius with damon albarn?)

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Day 21: Hot Chocolate - Spencer x Reader

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Summary: Ficmas Day  21

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

You woke up to the feeling of Spencer’s fingers delicately drawing on your bare back. You sighed and shifted against the plaid flannel sheets, snuggling further into his chest. Spencer placed a delicate kiss on your forehead, admiring how peaceful you looked in his arms.

“Good morning, beautiful”, he hummed. 

“Morning”, you spoke into his chest, still half asleep. You smiled, thinking back to the previous night, and how after Spencer had surprised you, you made sure to show him just how much you appreciated him when you got back to the room. You slowly opened your eyes, glancing up at the man next to you. “I love you”, you chimed.

“I love you too”, Spencer cooed. He ran his hand along your cheek, as you settled back into his chest. 

“What’s the plan for today?”, you lovingly asked, tracing his skin.

“I uh, I thought we could just relax in bed all day, just forget the world for a bit”. You sighed, loving the idea of getting to do nothing and just be with Spencer. “Maybe we can order room service and watch some movies by the fire”, he smiled. The room he had booked for the two of you had a large fireplace across from the grand four-poster bed, which was covered in festive pillows and blankets. The dark, wooden floors led to a small balcony, that overlooked the snow-covered property. When you had first seen it, you swore Spencer materialized it from one of the cheesy Christmas movies you made him watch. 

“That sounds perfect”, you hummed. Neither you nor Spencer were big people persons, so you both cherished the time you got to spend just the two of you. You thought yourself lucky to have found someone who understands you, as did Spencer. So much so, that he was dying to ask you to officially be his forever. But, he had a plan, and so far, it was off to a great start.

“Can our day of nothing start in a little bit though?”, you asked. “I want more cuddle time”. Spencer let out a breathy laugh and nodded his head, wrapping arms tight around your torso. He watched as you breathed, the rise and fall of your chest calming him.

After you had received sufficient cuddles, you gave into Spencer’s grumbling stomach, decided to order breakfast. Spencer called down, ordering pancakes, toast with grape jelly, and a large pot of coffee, while you started the shower for you both. 

Just as you finished putting on your clean sweatpants, there was a knock at the door. Spencer opened it, thanking them for bringing up your food. You both sat in bed, working away at the plethora of food in front of you. 

“So”, you started after swallowing some pancake, “do your supplies play a part in our do-nothing day?”. Spencer nodded his head, thankful that the coffee mug he was sipping out of was hiding his childish grin. Spencer had brought a duffle bag with him, which he placed in the corner of the room, asking that you didn’t touch it. 

“Can I ask how?”, you giggled, glancing at the bag that sat on the opposite side of the room.

“No”, Spencer amused. You playfully scoffed as Spencer hopped out of the bed with half a piece of toast in his mouth. He walked over to the bag, rummaging through and pulling out some items before he made his way back towards you. 

“But”, he said, sitting back down, “you have clearance for this part”. You jokingly rolled your eyes before looking at what he held in his hand. You smiled, noticing it was all of your favorite Christmas movies and two packets of hot chocolate mix. “Which one do you want to watch first?”, Spencer asked, smirking at how excited you looked.

“Definitely ‘A Christmas Story’”, you gleamed. Spencer chuckled and nodded, handing you the DVD. You quickly got up and put it into the tv that rested above the mantle of the fireplace, as Spencer grabbed two mugs and went over to the microwave to make the hot chocolate. 

You eagerly got back into bed, waiting for Spencer and your drinks. When he got back, two steaming mugs in tow, he handed you yours before crawling in beside you. When he sat down, he opened his arm for you, which you gladly accepted. You leaned into his side, pulling the covers up and resting your head on his shoulder before hitting play on the remote.

As the movie started, you both took your first sips of the hot chocolate.

“Mmm, this is so good”, you moaned, the warm chocolate mixture filling your insides. Spencer nodded along, looking down at you. He let out a giggle when he saw you sporting an adorable hot chocolate mustache. You looked at him quizzically, wondering what he was laughing at.

“You have um”, he smirked, pointing to your top lip. When the confused look on your face stayed, Spencer did the only logical thing he could think of. “Here”, he said, bringing his face to yours. He connected your mouths, bringing your lip into his mouth for a passionate kiss. He ran his tongue against the top of your mouth, collecting the hot chocolate. When he pulled away, he was met with your wide eyes and your mouth that hung agape.

“Not that I’m complaining”, you smiled through heavy breathing, “but um, what was that for?”. Spencer blushed, a wide grin playing on his lips.

“You um, you had some hot chocolate on your mouth”, he said, biting his lip.

“Oh”, you smiled, your cheeks matching the flush of his. “Well, did you get it all?”. You looked up at Spencer with a playful smirk across your face.

“W-well, um, I suppose I should double-check, j-just to be sure”. You closed your eyes as Spencer leaned back in, capturing your slight giggles into a kiss. You melted into the kiss, the movie fading into the background as all of your senses were consumed by Spencer. Both of you spent the rest of the movie pretending to pay attention while sipping on your hot chocolate and stealing sweet kisses from the other. 

After the two of you had watched about half of the movies in the pile, you found yourself curled up in Spencer’s lap, as he gently played with your hair. When the credits started rolling, you closed your eyes, breathing in the mixture of Spencer’s warm scent and the crackling fire across from you. 

“Do you want to watch another one?”, Spencer whispered, his breath tickling your skin. You shook your head no as you leaned into him, connecting your lips to his neck. Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as you peppered kisses up his neck and along his jaw. You teased him, kissing everywhere but on his lips. Spencer whined, opening his eyes, and pleading with you. You let out a breathy smile and connected your lips. Spencer hummed into the kiss, bringing his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you further into him. 

“Can we just stay like this?”, you mumbled between kisses. Spence nodded, resting his hands on your waist. “I’m not ruining any of your plans mystery man?”, you teased, whispering into his ear. Your sultry voice sent shivers down Spencer’s spine, and he hungrily reattached your lips to his. You laughed into the kiss, letting his tongue do as it pleased.

“No”, Spencer whispered, shaking his head, “we’re right on schedule”.

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Chapter 11 - Student Council President Sakura / Graduation Chapter

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They held a run-through of the graduation ceremony on the last day of class and technically the last day of the trio’s high school life. Unlike their first general assembly, Uchiha Sasuke was to deliver the graduation speech but not without great sulking from Haruno Sakura who landed a close second despite ranking first in their final exams.

And obviously, not without Sasuke trying to give up his speech privileges by campaigning instead for Sakura.

In the end, all three of them were granted speech slots – one for Sasuke as valedictorian, Sakura as student representative, and Naruto as the school’s first national MVP. It was this debacle that led the three of them to brainstorm in an empty AVR after the dry run.

“Done!” Sakura yelled like the diligent student she was. “Let me look at yours!”

Sasuke presented her a blank paper while saying, “It’s all prepared in my head”, and Naruto showed her his baseball doodles.

“Oh God, you’re all so hopeless.”

Then the electricity suddenly got cut off in the AVR. Sakura expected the boys to screech in surprise and cling to each other, but she only heard silence in the dark. She jumped in her seat when the doors opened with a loud bang, a confetti splash, and the lights coming back to life.

Sasuke and Naruto were still in front of her, holding two bouquets of irises and yellow roses. Behind them were the old and new student council members with other students holding a large banner saying Thank you, Student Council President Sakura!

She started to leave her seat to come to them, but they gestured for her to stay on her seat. In front of the room, the large monitor beeped and showed a compilation of videos.

Sukehiro Aoi, an alumni and currently an intern in an animation studio. “Hello, Ms. Pres. You once asked the body to submit a publication material for an event of the student council, and I sent mine through a dummy email with no expectations of winning. I wasn’t comfortable with the public seeing my art. I was afraid of the unsolicited remarks so sending it anonymously gave me some relief. You chose it however, and you knew how big a credit was to an artist. I was really scared when you were able to hunt me down just by my watermark, but my name in the info blast caught the attention of a school board member and referred me to this animation studio. It was the littlest thing, but you handed me my dream.”

Watanabe Kota was a year below them. He has a small frame, round thick glasses, and battled with face acne. “Ms. Pres! People never had much confidence in my physical appearance, so I don’t know what you saw in me when you asked me to take over the school radio. But here we are – we’re airing daily and we even produce documentaries and radio programs. Thank you for seeing what I didn’t.”

Ito Amanaya, a typical jock in the football team, muscular and came across as intimidating, but he had the gentlest cadence. “I was bullied by the same group that bullied your dynamic duo. When you ran them off, you also saved my life. Thank you, Haruno.”

Kimura Shinze, a classmate in third year, beautiful, popular, and the captain of the cheering squad. “Hope you’re having a great day, Ms. Pres. Remember that time when the class was guessing who were our crushes and I blurted out that it was a girl, you told me thank you for telling us. That was…a big deal to me. Thank you for that gesture.”

Himurata Aoi, president of the koto club. “Sakura, I know you had many people come up and confessed to you so when I did try, I was glad that you didn’t give me a bullshit reason like you’re not into girls. You turned me down because you have someone you already love. I am thankful for your honesty.”

The biology teacher, Takahashi Kande. “Student council, thank you for your mental health program. As a single father to twins, I don’t have the luxury of time to sit in a couch and sort out my issues. To be able to do that in my workplace during breaks is a heaven-sent gift. You saved me and my family. Thank you.”

Many more messages came on, from a classmate she lent spare change to, from a staff she helped clean, from countless students who she wasn’t aware she gave kindness to.

“Why….” She asked breathlessly.

“You’ve been beating yourself lately. We thought you needed some reminding,” Sasuke muttered, under his breath, the bouquet still in his hands. “You left some pretty big footprints, Ms. Pres.

“You might not have noticed,” Naruto jested. “But this is always innate and natural to you, isn’t it?”

“Why did you bother so much?” She was reduced to tears.

“It was Naruto’s idea.”

“Huh? You did all the compiling though!”

“Shut up, it was me,” yelled the current president.

“Thank you, everyone.”

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It was a weekend, but Sasuke requested Sakura and Naruto to meet him at the school gates. He only gave the time and place, and he knew well enough that they would be there – no questions asked.

They stood there, minutes earlier than planned, a first but nothing more unusual than homebody Sasuke asking them to go out on a weekend. Sakura wore an oversized rust shirt over a pair of muted cotton blue trousers tied with a brown leather belt and tan fisherman sandals, her long hair kept in one single braid at the back. Naruto probably expected a fancy lunch with his outfit – black silky long sleeves over gray pants and black loafers.

Sasuke, high on impulsive decisions, wore bright colors, a complete departure from his usual neutrals; mustard vest over a deep violet polo, baggy pants, off white converse, and a white fanny pack. “Well, we’re mostly dressed for comfort, except for that idiot beside you.”

“What do you mean dressed for comfort? I borrowed these loafers from my vice-captain and my feet aren’t used to them,” Naruto whined. “Besides, aren’t you taking us out to a five-star meal, Mr. Valedictorian?”

“Wow, what a way to show off.” Sakura pursed her lips in annoyance. “Don’t worry Naruto, I got your next café order.”

“Ah no. It was just something we heard from the grape vine.” Naruto scratched his head and carefully glanced at Sasuke. “Grumpy got his trust fund today.”

In bated breaths, they waited for him to respond with a scowl or a retort, but he just nodded. “Come on, we’ll miss the train.”

They traveled for three stations and disembarked on the fourth, Sasuke sandwiched in between the two, his shoulders pillows again to their heads and yet such burdens were light as cotton. The surfacing emotions since last week were taking hold of him, but he needed to pull through somehow because breaking down while commuting was one thing he did not really see doing.

“Word just got in. The house was turned over this morning,” Itachi told him over the phone.

“Impeccable timing when I’m also moving abroad next week.” Sasuke pulled out his Bleachers vinyl and anticipated another lonesome lull for the night.

“Do you miss the cream puffs?”

“Nothing comes close.”

“Hmm. I’ll pay for the rental fee of your car.”

In Itachi’s defense, while he was an afficionado of escapism, he also knew how to read between the lines. “Watch me get a Mercedes-Benz.”

“I have a good driving playlist.” This only meant math rock, and Sasuke wanted something to scream his lungs too.

“Don’t need one.”

“Treat your friends to dinner, okay? Gotta go.”

“We’re walking?!” Naruto almost limped out of the train. Sasuke took one look at his heels and saw that they were bruised red. He took off his converse and socks and gave them to him.

Sakura whipped out a small first-aid kit and covered the rash on Naruto’s heels. “Hey don’t look at me like that. Brought it just in case we’re going on a day survival tour. A camping would be nice too.”

“Did you scrub your feet, idiot?”

“You think so low of me grumpy. Of course – last week!”

With Naruto now comfortable, the three resumed walking on the unfamiliar residential area. Sasuke gestured for them to enter a bamboo forest on the far side of the main road. Hidden in the shadows of the clumped stalks were a small opening, the growth hampered and ground rid of grasses and weeds; many people have also chosen this shortcut, walked through the forest, did a little nature bathing, and emerged behind the bakery, still there, still standing, still operating.

Sasuke tapped on the large glass window cum counter on the front and bought three sets of cream puffs.

“Oh, it’s you,” the old baker greeted. “You brought your friends over? You always buy one set.”

Sasuke offered her a smile, briefly glancing to his periphery where Sakura was fussing with Naruto’s feet, and nodded as he accepted the paper bag. “It’s on the house, kid.”

“You brought us to stalk someone’s house?” Sakura dug in one paper bag, bit the puff in one bite, and with full mouth, she sighed. “This is heaven.”

“It’s our old family house, before the accident that is.” Sasuke also took out one puff and munched on it, ruminating on the sight before him, a two-story house with an imposing façade, his mom’s climbing hydrangea gone and cut by the new owners, beds of roses and daisies already withered, but the wisteria tree on the vacant lot beside continued to grow and shade what he supposed were the children’s rooms. It was in his third bite that he saw the tomato fruits he planted, alive and full with harvest. “Do you think my parents know?”

Naruto slid an arm across his shoulder and grinned sheepishly. “Then they would be happy ghosts or maybe they would voluntarily move away to give the new owners the opportunity to make it a happy a home like yours.

“What part are you gonna miss?” Sakura asked, halfway through her set of puffs.

“The sight of the wisteria before I sleep and after I wake up, and the sunlight in my parents’ room. My dad liked to make these suncatchers for my mom. The play of light was a good morning greeting, she said.”

“What’s your funniest memory?” Naruto sat on the grass, uncaring for the stains that would taint his good pair of pants.

“It was probably Christmas when I was seven, and Itachi had this big idea to bake a cake, but he swapped the sugar for the salt and we were wondering why it wouldn’t make a custard. Our parents still ate it, saying it was a very salty version of dark chocolate cake.”

“It was a good home,” Sakura patted the space between her and Naruto and Sasuke sat down cross-legged too, dipping his hand on the paper bag with the last cream puff.

“It was a good home,” Sasuke agreed as he bit into the last vestige of his family memory. He was suckling the powdered sugar off his fingers when he realized he was already crying, and the two were downright sobbing on his either side.

Such an embarrassing sight to see; he wondered what would the new owners feel if they looked out their windows this instant and saw three teenagers breaking down on the road across. It was honestly stupid and laughable to a point, considering how funny it was for grief to become lighter when someone else cried with him.

Naruto was sniffling so much that he had to offer his handkerchief to him. “I forgot to tell you guys. Hinata confessed to me during the cultural festival.”

“Oh my god. What did you say?” Sakura took a tissue out of her bag and dabbed her eyes. She flashed an apologetic look to Sasuke who already offered his hanky to Naruto’s fluids.

“Ah, what else? I had to reject her.” Naruto sneezed on Sasuke’s handkerchief again. “I told her I was in love with someone else.” He slyly glanced at his raven-haired friend and pursed his lips which Sakura quickly caught.

“Who is it?”

“Sasuke also likes someone.”

“Shut your mouth, blondie. Point is already moot. Besides, we’ve already been rejected.”

“Who are these people and why don’t I know them?” Sakura genuinely looked offended. “I could have vetted them!”

“Exactly why it was fortunate you didn’t meet them,” Sasuke said as an excuse though he pegged Sakura for not being that naïve. She, thankfully, let it go and gathered their trash. She dropped the bomb as she was brushing the grass blades from her trousers. “My parents are divorcing. Such a travesty not to have them show up on graduation day, and I thought I did a great job.”

The two, ever so sure, held onto her hands in case she was trembling again.

“Let’s get that five-star dinner,” Sasuke suggested, “and we need to rent a Mercedes-Benz.”

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Graduation Day

“Let’s welcome to the stage, class valedictorian, Uchiha Sasuke.” Kakashi was the officiating faculty today so she expected difficulty going through the event, but for some reason, he slipped into her mental back burner, no longer taking up room in her active consciousness. That was a good step, she smiled to herself. Her smile became wider as Sasuke got up the stage.

His fans club’s cheers were heard outside the auditorium, and the graduating class chuckled at the quick interruption. He cleared his throat and started his piece.

“Please get it on record that I was coerced to do this speech. Then again, I also had a hand on the turn of events that led me here today, in front of you. And it’s a little too on the nose, but I came to high school with a clear set of goals – have high grades and lead an uninteresting life. I accomplished the first one rather easily, and it’s a good metric for the future that’s upon us right now. Good grades land us good colleges. Good colleges land us good jobs. Good jobs land us good life.

But it’s not the sole benchmark as I have learned lately. You see, my second goal really missed the mark. Good life can also mean good friends, fun experiences, a caring environment, a complete family. If you ticked off each one, then that’s very notable. You have the four-leaf clover, and it’s a rare blessing. I only ticked off three, but that goes without any regret. If you only have one silver lining in your high school memory, then that makes us all the more human. And if there’s none, there is still is still a whole stretch of possibilities we can discover to find one. Thank you for your kind attention.”

Sakura was pretty sure she heard several sniffles across the student body. “The bastard delivered a good speech,” she muttered to herself.

“We would like to welcome our first national MVP, Uzumaki Naruto.”

Outside, the school band played the cheering anthem for his last national games. The cheerleaders also did a routine in tribute to him. That made him well up when he got to the podium.

“Wait oh my god, I’m tearing up so much.”

Sasuke grunted loudly and went back the stage to hand him a handkerchief which Naruto quickly used to wipe his snot.

“Thanks Sasuke. How can Kakashi-sensei let me follow after that rousing speech, and before Sakura too. It’s kinda evil.”

Laughter broke out.

“Well, this one’s a bare minimum. I didn’t have any goals or expectations, unlike genius grumpy over there. I just wanted to live my life like an ordinary boy. Someone said that how you spend your day is how you live your life so I did just that – ate ramen, slept in class because I am a growing kid, and played each arcade game until I won them. I also believe in serendipitous – thanks Sakura for this word, for the spelling and meaning – serendipitous coincidences. I just pitched and batted for former captain Haru one afternoon and now we landed in the national finals. I had loneliness for a friend, but now I’ve got all of you. And you know what else, the magic of working together. We wouldn’t have stepped foot in the nationals if it weren’t for your collective help. When we work towards a common goal, that also gives us common happiness, right? It’s infectious, a bouncing energy that gets thrown around and still makes it one piece. So wherever you will be after this, believe it!”

When Kakashi called her name next, she thought she was deaf, the noise around her collapsed in muted decibels. It took a minute before her fellow classmates shook her and motioned for her to quickly come up the stairs. Her silver-haired teacher looked so concerned in the shadows, but for what it was worth, she was civil and calm enough (at least in the matters concerning him) to nod at him in quiet exchange of assurance.

It was because she saw both of her parents at the side with a bouquet of roses. She struggled with the paper she brought with her although she had it memorized in her head; she even went through it flawlessly for three times last night. Tears blurred the words and the mere shock of the sight of their togetherness disabled her mental function to string coherent thoughts. She also started hyperventilating, her breaths coming faster than what her lungs could pump.

Then she felt Kakashi’s hand on her shoulder, a steady presence, and it reeled her back to reality. He tapped the mic and the feedback echoed. “Ah, Ms. Haruno had some technical issues. Again, let’s welcome former student council president, Sakura.”

Sasuke and Naruto in the front were almost standing, but she flashed them a smile as if to say she was okay now. “Hello, good day to our honorable guests and graduates. I think it’s safe to say that Sasuke and Naruto provided really good words of advice. So I have nothing more to offer, but to share my gratitude. Everyone was saying the student council did a good job in its programs, but it was actually the lot of you who made this possible – from your activity suggestions to participation and feedback. After all, you were the makers of your memories.

Earlier last week, my councilmates and friends reminded me how small actions go a long way – a smile, a wave across the hallway, a short exchange of good morning and see you soon, and I thought, aren’t we all just an accumulation of these small, little things? As such, it was what you think your insignificant moments were that pushed us to deliver you the best. It was the passing comment, the top-of-your-head tips, the interlude stories we hear during lunch breaks that allowed us to give you grand gestures and memories we hoped were worth keeping. And if we could start to use that perspective as well in our lives then maybe the uncertainties of a future wouldn’t be so heavy on us. We will face tomorrow with a lightness in being.

In behalf of the student council, thank you for allowing us to serve you.”

She bowed at a level where her torso was almost aligned at her hips, and she was confused with the lack of reaction. Sakura sighed, mulling over the deficiencies in her speech, but she straightened her back to a sight of a standing ovation and a thundering applause.

Then, she let her tears fall.

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“Why would you let Kakashi-sensei take the pic?” Sakura hissed at them.

“Just this one time, Sakura!” Naruto grinned.

“Sakura, you’re out of the frame,” Kakashi remarked. “Okay good. Say cheese.”

In spite of her recent heartbreak with him, she permitted herself to bask in fleeting cordiality. “Cheese.”

“Grumpyyyyyy.”

“Idiot blondie.”

Kakashi took three more shots and handed the camera to the trio. He almost turned away when Sakura caught his sleeve.

“Just one more,” she said. “With you.”

Sakura shifted to the front, almost kneeling with the camera angled for a selfie, her two friends beside her looking equally annoyed as the other, and Kakashi behind them, his hands on either head, smiling with his deceptively charming beauty mark.

It was the last picture of their high school life.

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The three were rushing through the airport crowd fifteen minutes before the immigration closes gates.

“Here!” Sakura slid a folder on the large pocket on Sasuke’s bag. “It includes your passport, your flight details, your valid IDs, your itinerary, and letters from us! Don’t forget our Friday video calls!”

“I can’t see. These tears are bullies,” Naruto said through tears. He was continuously wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

“And If I don’t get on my flight because you made us eat ramen for one last time and the orders took too long, I’m gonna have you cursed by a witch and a shaman!” Sasuke growled. The guards were starting to close the gates when a sobbing Naruto sprinted and basically tackled the guards on the floor.

“Sasuke come on, hurry up!”

“Drink your vitamins! And if you miss cream puffs, I’ll teach you how to make them.” Sakura was trying hard to keep pace with Sasuke’s brisk walking, but she ended up breathless anyway.

The three of them finally reached the immigration entrance, and Naruto was profusely apologizing to the guards for the interruption. Sasuke showed his documents, wheezing as they looked at it. They gave him a thumbs up and opened the gates.

The two were already slumped at the floor, waving without words, and exhausted from the clock race. Sasuke was almost through when he remembered something he forgot. He muttered a quick sorry, ran through the opening, and hugged his two friends.

“I’ll miss you.”

[glenncoco4]

War Zone

A/N: Chapter 6. Some M.

••••

Present

If her eyes weren’t already closed they’d be rolling back in her head right now as his finger tips dig into her scalp, making her sink into the tub even further. Dear god she knew his hands were magic but this is euphoric. 

“How you doing, baby?”

She feels his breath hot against her ear, if she wasn’t so miserable, and over 39 weeks pregnant, they’d definitely be using this tub for other purposes. “Why won’t she just come out already?”

The whine in her voice makes his heart sink a little. These last few days have been hell for her and he so wishes he could, but he can’t take her pain away. This warm bath was the only thing he could think of to help her relax at least a little bit, but that doesn’t seem to be working either. Helpless isn’t even the right word for what he’s feeling right now. “I think its because you made such a nice home for her over the past 9 months that she just doesn’t want to leave.”

“Bullshit.”

“She’ll come when she’s ready.” He huffs a laugh before getting up from the stool and leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “In the mean time…” 

Her brow furrows at the sound of his retreating footsteps. Lifting her head up from the tub, she opens her eyes and is suddenly alone. “So you’re just gonna leave me here?” Getting no answer, she rolls her eyes. “If this is your idea of a sick joke, I’m-“

As he steps back in the room, Marty’s unable to keep the smile from his face seeing her mouth open in shock. Closing the distance, he pulls the stool to the side of the tub, sitting down with a tower of her favorite treat, 13 to be exact. He sits the tray on the counter and then takes one of the yellow snack cakes, unwrapping it as her hungry gaze watches his movements. 

Her eyes meet his as he extends the Twinkie towards her mouth, offering her a bite. If she weren’t already head over hills in love with him before, she most certainly is now. Yeah, being in this kinda pain sucks, but knowing he’s doing everything he can to make her feel better is one of the best feelings in the world. Leaning forward, she takes a bite, moaning in pleasure. “Mmmm, I love you.”

 “What a difference 13 years make, huh?”

“I remember being less fat before I met you.”

“You’re not fat, baby.”

“I look like a beached whale.”

“A very beautiful beached whale.”

Her bottom lip begins to quiver at his words as she lays a comforting hand across her protruding belly. “Did you just call me fat?”

His eyes go wide in panic, realizing just how wrong the sentence that left his mouth sounded. “No, I mean…you just-“

••••

May 12th, 2009

Her body shakes with anticipation as she makes her way down the jet bridge. It’s been 4 months, 4 long and treacherous months since she’s seen him…well in person that is. When he got his assignment to Egypt right after he finished following her team they were both devastated. It’s part of their jobs of course, they spent most of their dating life apart but there’s something about being married that makes it even more agonizing. Especially since the longest they’ve been together since tying the knot is 3 weeks.

As her Navy issued boots hit the terminal floor the chatter of the people around her and the announcer over the intercom fade, her mismatched orbs immediately scan the room. His flight was due to land an hour before hers and he was going to meet her at her gate. 

She’s briefly pulled out of her search at the sudden feel of tugging of her camouflaged dry fit. Looking down, the SEAL’s eyes meet beautifully innocent chocolate orbs, standing there with a shy smile on his face.

Sitting her bag down, Kensi crouches down, now eye level with the young boy. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She looks down at the small stuffed animal in his hand and then back up at him. “I like your puppy.”

His response catches her a little off guard as his tiny arms wrap around her neck in a tight hug and the words that leave his lips turn her into a big pile of goo. “Thank you for protecting us.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome.”

“Is this where we get in line for the hugs?”

Her eyes go wide at the all too familiar voice. The the voice that up until now has been thousands of miles away from her. Pulling back from the little boy, she quickly spins around, jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck for the death gripping hug. 

The blonde smiles as his arms find their way around her waist, picking her up in excitement. To say he missed her would be an understatement. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” She pulls back a bit, her lips immediately finding his. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more.” He goes to move the hair out of her face but catches himself when the plaster on his hand touches her.

Her brow furrows as he sits her down, now noticing the obstruction on his left arm. “What happened?”

“Oh, I was fighting some Transformers, you know the usual.”

She smiles shaking her head before bringing her lips to his once more. God she missed his sense of humor. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

She pulls back from their embrace, grabbing her bag and saying a quick goodbye to the little boy before they start heading towards the exit. As they make their way through the terminal, the SEAL wraps her arms around her husband’s uninjured one, hugging it to her body. “So what really happened there?”

“I was playing soccer with some local kids. Kens, we gotta go to Egypt one day. I mean it’s hot as hell but so beautiful.”

“I like that idea. Maybe for our honeymoon that we’ll get to go on one day?” Her mind drifts to a small quaint resort, and her shirtless husband feeding her grapes as they relax beach side in Attaka.“Speaking of monumental moments, do you realize what today is?”

As they step out into ground transportation area, he finds a lone pillar and leans up against it, pulling her body into his. “Of course I do, Nutty Fudge Day!”

Tilting her head back, her mismatched orbs meet his as she bites her lip, trying to keep the smile from spreading to her face. “I’ll show you Nutty Fudge Day.”

“Baby, not in front of the children.” His eyes go wide as they dart over to the two little kids watching them a few feet away.

This time she can’t stop the laughter from leaving her lips before placing a kiss to his once again.

He deepens the kiss, wishing so much that they were already in their hotel room. The sound of little giggling voices forces him to pull back, shaking his head, the photojournalist takes in his wife’s beautiful features. All the things they had plan to go out to do while they’re in the Big Apple are sounding more and more like a drag when he could very well have her all to himself in their luxurious hotel suite. The look in her eyes tell him she may be thinking the same thing, but he tiptoes around the subject just in case. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“I may have a surprise for you.” And oh, does she have a surprise for him.

••••

Present

She takes another bite when her eyes suddenly go wide at the sudden burst of warmth that fills the cooling water around her. The moan that escapes deep from within her throat can’t be helped as a new feeling shoots through her body. 

“Woah, maybe I should just hop in there with you.” He smiles thinking that the noise was caused by her treat.

“How do you feel about delivering babies?”

“I’ve never done one myself but-“ His eyes quickly find the panic shining in her eyes, making his entire being freeze. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Um, my water may have just broke.”

••••

May 12th, 2009

Humming with excitement, he walks into their hotel room, bucket in hand. “Baby, I got the ice, now I’m ready to rock your-“ He stops in his tracks at the sight before him.

“Hi.” She smiles, her mismatched orbs darken with desire as she looks him up and down seductively, biting her bottom lip.

“H-hiii.” He gulps, his cerulean blues roam her body, every bare inch glowing in the soft light coming from the lamp in the corner. Then his eyes reach the lace…the oh so delicate cornflower blue lace that barely covers her beautiful breast and delectable pussy. 

“Are you just gonna stand there?”

“No, just waiting to wake up.”

“What?”

“I’m still in the hot Egyptian desert and just hallucinating. Yep, any moment now and that lamp over there is gonna turn into a camel.”

A grin spreads to her lips as she gets up from her strategic positioning and walks on her knees to the end of the bed. She reaches for his hand and pulls him towards her. Placing a kiss to the underside of his jaw, his eyes darken as her fingers work their way down to the hem of his pants and slip into his boxers. Her delicate fingers wrap around his already hardened cock, earning a moan of pleasure, one she hasn’t heard in too long. “You’re very much awake, baby.” 

“Thank god.” His lips find hers in a desperate kiss as she pulls him towards her and onto the bed.

A little while later as they both lay sated and out of breath, his head pillowed on her chest as her fingers work their way hrough his golden locks.“Why do you have so many knots in your hair?”

“Well, I’m a little disabled at the moment,” He lifts his casted hand and arm in the air for emphasis, “so I can’t really run my fingers through my hair in the shower like I usually do.”

“Ya, know…” Her fingers find his scalp and dig in a little, earning a moan of pleasure from him.

“Oh, god, that feels amazing.”

“I have two free hands and there’s an empty tub just a few feet away that can massage other things.”

His lips find her breast as his fingers delicately walk down her abdomen to find her already sopping wet pussy.“Well, it just so happens that I have a free mouth that can also massage things.”

••••

Present

She lets out one last groan as the little girl is fully free. Her tiny cries filling the air as Marty quickly cuts the umbilical cord before wrapping her in a towel and handing her over to his wife. 

“You did it, baby.” He comes up beside her, his arm going around her shoulders as he pulls her into him. Yeah, moving to the bed was a good idea. Placing a kiss to the top of her head, he smiles as he gets a glimpse of his two girls…his whole world right in his arms. “I love you so much.”

She tilts her head back, eyes locking with his as he places a kiss to her lips. “I love you.” 

The tears that begin to form in her eyes, he can feel pooling in his own. “No, no, don’t cry. Cuz if you cry then I’m gonna cry.”

“She’s just so beautiful.”

“Exactly like her mama.”

“You think so? I thought she looked like you.”

“Well, I guess that’s good considering we’re her parents.” His lip curls into a smile.

Shaking her head, she gives him another kiss before her head finds his shoulder once again. “Touché.”

[tomorrowxforever]

Dom! Yeonjun A-Z

Fem! Reader

Contains: Cups of smut. Well, not direct smut so, more insanely suggestive.

Warning(s): NSFW!!, dom! Yeonjun, bully! Yeonjun, mentions : cum play, degradation, impact play, bondage, breeding, spit, voyeurism, sir! Yeonjun, sadism, humiliation, exhibitionism

Notes: This is.. oof. I’m sorry bibi😅 I’m actually pretty fuckin proud of this one. Please keep sending in requests, October is the only month I write full fledge smut and not just suggestive.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Yeonjun is the sweetest baby when it comes to aftercare. He can get super rough when y’all are going at it ( especially if he has to punish you ) and he knows it so he makes sure to treat you like the most precious, fragile princess during aftercare.

Need something to drink? He’ll get it. Hungry? He’ll make you a sandwich. Wanna take a bath but can’t get up cause legs = jello? He’ll carry you. He will literally do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and then snuggle you like there’s no tomorrow.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Yeonjun is an ass man all the way. Sorry, but that’s just the truth🤷. So his favorite body part on you is your ass. But he doesn’t discriminate. Big booty, lil booty. It’s all the same to him:)

Yeonjun strikes me as someone who is secretly self conscious so I don’t think he really has a favorite part of his own body. I mean, the only part of himself I can see him being fully confident in is his shlong, and even that’s after being together for awhile. So maybe that??

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Junnie is into cum play so...

Yeah.

He will cum anywhere and absolutely love it.

On your face, he’ll pick it up with his fingers and make you suck it off. On your tummy, get ready for round two while he rubs it around on your skin. On your pussy, he’ll finger you with it. In your pussy, he could sit and watch it drip out of you for hours. In your mouth, you better show it to him on your tongue and either swallow it or kiss him.

And he cums quite a bit...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He really wants you to dom him. Just once. Cause he doesn’t know what it’s like and he’s curious. But he doesn’t know how to ask you cause he knows your his subby lil baby. And what if he ends up not liking it?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

He’s definitely hooked up a couple times, so he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to please you. However, you are the first person he’s been able really explore all his interests with and his kink list has definitely expanded since he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Either missionary or doggy.

Yeonjun likes having complete control over you and everything you do. He also likes having you suffocatingly close while he ruins you.

It changes in the middle of a round a lot too. One second you’re on your back for him, the next he’s flipped you over and is pressing your face into the pillows.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

He is goofy in a serious way.

Yeonjun is a bully dom, so he takes every chance he gets to make fun of you. Especially during sex.

He will tease you like there’s no tomorrow. He calls you all sorts of names and makes fun of the things you do and the way you sound, the like. He’s just straight mean.

But if you give him even the foreshadowing of the slightest lip, he’ll switch on a dime and be all jokes aside, serious Yeonjun.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He keeps himself pretty trimmed down there. Not fully shaved but not super wild. I feel likes he’s the only one who actually makes sure to keep up with the up keep.

And he definitely doesn’t expect anything from you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

He can be sickeningly romantic when he wants to. Rose petals, candles, slow sensual sex, the whole shibang. You cannot tell me that this boy isn’t at least a lil bit of a hopeless romantic.

And when y’all are going at it like usual he likes forcing you to look into his eyes, and he’s invading your personal space just a bit, so it’s pretty intimate.

But he can get pretty animalistic pretty fast.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He’ll only really wack off when he’s on tour, and even then he needs your help. Whether it be Skype sex, a phone call or just looking at pictures you sent him for time just as this one, he always has to either see or hear you is some way. Or he just can’t cum.

But other then that, he doesn’t really need to wank it🤷 He’s got you so why would he need to?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Buckle up kiddos-

Cum play

Degradation

Impact play (he will slap your face)

Bondage

Slight breeding kink

Spit kink

Sir kink

Voyeurism

Sadist

Humiliation kink

Almost exhibitionism

Or in other words, Yeonjun is one big kinky bully and we stan😊

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He’ll fuck you literaly any where. Of course, he’s not gonna start going at it in the middle of a family dinner or anything, but he’ll do it in the kitchen just a room away.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t care where or who’s around but ultimately he’s the only one who gets to see you like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

He gets turned on by the simplest of things, if you blink at him in the wrong tone than he’s pulling you away to privacy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He won’t do anything that will seriously hurt you. Sure, he’ll slap you around a bit and spank you, but he refuses to do anything that could have long lasting damage. For example, knife play.

He also isn’t 100% against sharing you with someone else, but he is hesitant as fuck.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He doesn’t have a preference. Junnie loves giving and receiving equally.

For the most part, you sucking him off is actually him fucking your mouth as punishment for mouthing off or something. And when he eats you out it’s as a reward. There are some exceptions but those are true for most circumstances.

And he is absolutely fantastic at oral. Like, he just may be the best you’ve ever had. Did you see him with the grapes?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Really he does both. As most things with Yeonjun, it depends.

He could be absolutely plowing into you one second, moving so fast and being so rough that you’re wondering if he’s even human. Then the next moment he’s grinding into you and being all soft and slow. Though slow usually comes with tons of teasing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Oh, he’s all for it.

Sex is sex. And he knows how you have you crying and trembling within minutes.

Though he does prefer taking his time and torturing you, he doesn’t mind taking you quickly in a broom closet before a show or something.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Jun will try almost anything once. He’s very open minded when it comes to different kinks and if he sees potential in it, he’ll do it.

And if you haven’t noticed from the previous letters, he had no problem with fucking you in a public place.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

He last so long I almost feel sorry for you. He’ll just hold his own orgasm while pounding into you and making you cum over and over again. Sometimes he holds out for so long you start to wonder if he’s actually enjoying it. But then he finally cums. Hard. And you’re like, oh.

He can also go like two or three rounds before he gets tired and needs a break. But they are both long, torturous rounds soo... good luck❤️

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

Did someone say toys? Hold up, let’s go through his toy box.

Vibrator, dildo, restraints (many different kinds), gags, blindfolds, whips, and a few paddles.

Yeah, he might have just a few🤷

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

I-

Once again, good luck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

He doesn’t really moan a bunch. Mostly it’s just grunts. Oh, and he growls. Like 🥵

But he talks a lot so you get to here him make sound in the few and far between instances where he isn’t yapping your ear off (in a good way).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He lets you get away with a lot more than the typical dom would let their sub get away with. It’s mostly because he knows he can be kinda rough and mean, but also cause he loves you so much that he can’t find it in himself to actually get annoyed or upset with you sometimes. Also, your absolutely adorable when your acting up and ‘get away with it’.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Let’s all say this together, big dick Yeonjun.

We all been knew. Like, c’mon. He radiates so much big dick energy I think we’d be pretty shook if he didn’t have a third leg situation going on.

So, imma say about six and a half, seven inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

He goes through fazes of having the highest sex drive in town.

Like, for two or three weeks it seems like he can’t get enough of you. It’s almost every night that y’all are doin somethin. Or he’s playin Wack a Jun.

But the he’s back to normal and has the sex drive of any average dude.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He try’s to stay awake until you fall asleep. But baby is just so worn out🥺

Y’all start cuddling and he’s out like a light.

[hyucksong]

nct dream as roommates

a/n: *romantically calls you bro* 

lee mark 

the roommate that walked in on you taking a shower on the first night you moved in and avoided you for a week afterward

he even went as far as browsing different apartments to live in because baby boy was too afraid to face you

sometimes wakes up before you and he always prepares your coffee or tea and sets it by your bed for you when you wake up…sometimes sits on the edge of your bed to watch you

asks you to do his laundry because he doesn’t know how to separate the colors

you’re fine with doing them because he tries his absolute bestest with everything else, and it’s so cute

the first time he did the laundry you were sick…and you got a whole new wardrobe of pink clothing the next day

always does the dishes and you do the laundry…he’ll clean the living room and kitchen if you clean the bathrooms…he’ll go grocery shopping…only if you go with him

asks you to do his hair when he meets up with his friends, and if you say no he says “okay” and then pouts until you agree

you really like photography but hiring models is expensive so you always ask mark to model for you

and he always agrees, blushing while doing so

make-up artists are expensive too, so you also get him dressed up and add whatever you want to his face

(once you did a fairy photoshoot and he had freckles and pink cheeks and your heart did the thing) 

this time you need him to sit still for hours because it's supposedly a big photoshoot with a few other photographers coming too, so there’s a lot of looks to get through 

you do the first look before you get to the photo site to save time

he thinks nothing of you curling his hair until he looks up at you and time slows as his heart stops…

because you smell like vanilla and your nose is scrunched in concentration…because your breathing is heavy as you run to the bathroom to get more things before you’re late…

because you’re biting your lip while looking at him, admiring your own work, proud of the way the make-up came out, but a little disheartened because it looked like you put a little too much blush (even though you only put a little) 

and mark thinks,,, oh no

fuck

huang renjun

your best friend since you were a child

you’re used to ‘living with him’ because you practically lived with him as a kid; you were always at his house spending the night or vice versa 

he wakes you up an hour after he gets up because ‘he needs his peaceful time’

claims that ‘you’re the worst person to live with’ but refuses to look for another apartment because ‘no one else can handle you but me’

(in reality, he knows that there will never be anyone else he’ss comfortable with as you) 

he wakes you up by throwing a pillow in your face and or flopping on your bed next to you and bouncing a few times

once got really scared because you weren’t waking up no matter what he did, and when he started to tear up you opened your eyes and pushed him off the bed 

you just didn’t want to be woken up that day and tried to ignore him, but apparently, you ignored him for too long because he genuinely freaking out on the inside

he’s watched ‘what’s eating gilbert grape’ okay he was SCARED

he didn’t talk to you for three days after that....only started to wake you up again because you made the effort to wake up before him and make him breakfast in bed with hot tea

he expected you to leave his room after you gave it to him, but you just looked at him for a minute before sitting on the bed next to him, getting under the covers with him 

he focused on the fact you were taking up all the space instead of the now-familiar thrum of his heartbreak against his ribcage

(he’s felt it for the past fewyears, he’s gotten used to drowning it out) 

“y/nnnnnnn what are you doingggggg”

“shut up i made the breakfast, can’t i at least sit next to my favorite boy?”

...he’s your favorite boy?...okaythatwasreallycutebuthe’llneveradmitit

“o...kay...”

blushes when you lay your head on his shoulder in bed, watching whatever he’s doing on his phone, because your cheek is warm against his shirt and its bleeding through onto his skin and weiowioegfhowieh

but also yells at you when you take a bite of his toast and bolt out of the room, giggling

“yAH y/N”

lee jeno

the roommate that was awkward for the first month because he didn’t really want to room with a girl because then he can’t spend saturday with the boys 

then he brought them home one day without telling you and was expected to get his ass Whopped but you were drinking vodka and crying while watching Cars so

yeah you were the perfect roommate for him

you drink together

saturday may be for the boys but sunday is for drinking your problems away with your roommate 

can’t cook but will make BOMB desserts for you both every friday...also fridays are pizza nights and you both order a large cheese pizza with ranch on the side and a pint of dr.pepper

yall have the same diet but he has a six-pack and you don’t so you call bullshit on health and everything it is

both of you fall asleep on the couch all the time, TV still playing the game soundtrack with the controllers on the floor, blinking from low battery

jeno alwayswakes up before you, and he doesn’t admit it, but he loves to watch you sleep

you just look so...ethereal 

even with the drool

ANYWAY

you are one of the bros...he’s even taken a shit when you took a shower before -- that’s how close you are 

then one day you get dressed up real pretty and he’s making fun of you, laughing “you never look this nice who’s holding you at gunpoint”

“i’m going on a date jeno hop off my DICK”

“,,,what”

immediately felt defensive and was questioing who could like you and why you were going on a saturday night when it was busy on the streets and also please call the guy and cancel the date because he wants to watch toy story with you and eat pasta why are you going out with someone has he met him why haven’t you told jeno about this guy you know what you should just not go

and it’s when you walk out the door rolling your eyes, promising to be back home before 9pm with a cute shirt on and nice perfume on when jeno realizes 

that damn he hates to see you leave,,,but he loves to watch you go

(and he might have the teeniest, weeniest crush on you) 

lee donghyuck

the type to never clean the dishes and always makes you do them even if he cooks because he hates the feeling of wet food

then one day he sees you v e r y stressed over school work and he just...cleans the whole house

you come back from the library and you’re like,,,the fuck where’s haechan and what have you done with him

in turn, you buy him a headset that he’s been wanting for the past year...and you think he’s about to propose to you after you give them to him

but in all reality he’s just so happy that you even remembered something so trivial...like he talking about them once (1) and you remembered?

...cute bitch

he’s a big prankster, but in an endearing way, so whenever he goes too far you never really stay mad because he’s just a little unaware of the anger his pranks cause

plus you always get back at him 

always :)

you both are basically the same people; you’re passionate about your studies and he’s passionate about gaming and dancing

yall are the bad bitches that no one messes with 

BET that yall wear matching fits whenever you two go out together

you get together to watch his favorite youtubers do let’s plays of popular games

one day yall sit down to watch some outlast 2

and boy

did you underestimate the scare factor

so now you’re three episodes deep into the let’s play and your head is buried in haechans stomach because you’re laying down facing away from the TV, clinging to the poor boy

he doesn’t know if his heart is beating so fast because of the jumpscare or because of the way you look up at him when you ask if the scary part is over yet

he doesn’t like seeing you scared with tears in your eyes...but the way you’re clinging to him makes him want to watch a thousand more scary episodes...

...if it means you’ll cuddle with him

na jaemin

the best roommate you could ever ask for

he loves to clean and cook, not to mention he’s an absolute sweetheart!!!!!!!

you started to live with him because you had posted an ad on a website for a roommate and he sent back a reply

but the texts used so many of (=｀ω´=) these emojis you just assumed it was a girl

he was not

every night before you go to bed, he’ll walk into your room and whisper “good night, sleep well” to you before petting you head and walking out

people always wonder if you’re dating, but you always reply that it’s just the way he is

until one night you invite your (asshole) project partner to your apartment and she flirts with him endLESSLY,,, not doing her work or anything, just talking with jaems

like it’s pissing you off, and you think it’s pissing him off, and you’re about to send her home when you notice the storm outside and you realize,,,, you’re too good of a person to do that

so she sleeps on the couch, and you do the same, just so you can keep an eye on her and so that she isn’t left alone with jaemin at any point (poor boy looked like he’s about to combust if she tries to talk to him again) 

and jaemin does his usual routine even with the extra company, stroking your head and even going as far as to place a kiss on your forehead

“what about me, do I get a kiss” the girl annoyingly asked

“no, you’re not yn” and hE WALKS AWAY AND CLOSES THE DOOR TO HIS ROOM 

there’s silence in your head as you process his words, a little shocked and confused as to what he means, but most of all, your thoughts consist of;

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

you might have just fallen for him (let’s face it, you’ve been in love with him (just not as long as he’d been in love with you)) 

zhong chenle

not going to lie, you two did NOT get along in the beginning

you were each other’s first roommates, and you knew he was extroverted, but you underestimated the differences between your personalities

like,,, no please don’t invite the dreamies over again for the eighth time this week I can’t focus on homework with all the screaming

but even with all the head-butting, the chores are split evenly because he’s practicing to ‘be marriage material for his future wife’

you don’t care as long as he just does what he’s supposed to, and you two aren’t exactly the closest

but there are times when you connect, like on lazy Sunday afternoons where you both just relax on the couch...anywaY

and he always rolls his eyes, telling you that ‘you need to stop being a hermit and make some friends’

‘get some confidence’

‘why don’t you put any effort into how you dress’

it hurts a little...you know you’re not the prettiest and you don’t really try anyway

but to have it pointed out to you just...stings

and after a guy rejects you (after you built up courage for a whole years to confess to him) your confidence is at an all-time low (he said no because ‘you were too bland’ like wtf fUCk you)

and you’re just crying and eating spaghetti o’s, telling chenle as oon as you walk into the door that you’re ‘too sensitive for his bullshit today’ 

to which chenle doesn’t care... then he sees your puffy eyes and asks wha happens

you tell him, and he just gets...angry

(and jealous?)

he goes on a tangent, mocking the guy, saying that ‘you’re the most doen-to-earth natural beauty’ he’s ever seen and that ‘any guy who doesn’t fall in love with your cute sarcastic personality’ is dumber than a rock

he grumbles for the rest of the night, sitting and watching movies with you; it makes your heart swell that he’s getting so mad for you

and at the end of the mini-movie night, and he strokes your hair saying  that you’re ‘his little introvert’,

you decide that ‘opposite attract’ is 100% true

(and chenle notices that you have very pretty lips)

park jisung

you two are dorm roommates at a dance school, and y’all are so cute all the teachers LOVE you

like you both just spend so much time together it’s ridiculous

yall walk to class together, then from class to class together, eat lunch together, after school activities, walk back to the dorms, meet each other’s friends, go out on the weekends together...everything

it feels weird to not be with him

(the teachers have a bet that you’ll be dating before your senior year)

the dorm is just a studio apartment with two bedrooms (your parents both pay a lot for space) 

so chores aren’t too hard, in fact, you both usually spend the last few hours of daylight on Sunday nights straightening up your apartment from the hectic week before, to start off completely fresh and new

nothing big ever happens on Sundays around the home, but one day jisung (who went to hang out with chenle (he invited you but you pouted and said you had too much hmwk)) found a little puppy on the side of the road

and then proceeded to sneak into the dorms with it, hiding it under his shirt

when he showed you what he found, you couldn’t be mad...it was just so cute (both jisung’s little smile and the puppy) 

but you noticed it was shivering, and you whined, ‘jisung you didn’t even notice it was cold oH My GoD, go get it some water and food’ while you set up a nest of blankets for the little guy

hours later when the puppy had eaten and subsequently fallen asleep in your lap, you turned to jisung

‘let’s name it mousie’

‘what that’s dumb’

‘it’s not dumb! i wanna name it that because it looks like you whenever you sleep! it's so cute hehehe’

you thought jisung was WHAT when he slept

jisung didn’t talk for a whole minute, drinking in your words and thinking about them over and over again, in the meantime you were just smiling down at the puppy

your cheeks were red with happiness and your nose was a little red from sneezing (because the puppy was covered in pollen from being outside) and your gaze was filled with such love that jisung shivered

you let out a sigh and plopped your head on his shoulder, and all his feelings he’d ever had for you exploded in his chest, and he tensed (though if you noticed, you didn’t day anything)

you just kept and petting the dog

and damn did jisung want to be that dog

[lovemeleo]

Ouuu can we see the Coops pov of the recent flu fic?🥰

I got you, anon! For anyone who wants to read the O’Knutzy part of this fic, here’s the link. Coops and their amazing world belong to the amazing @lumosinlove.

Hope you enjoy!

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Remus threw his keys on the table and kicked his shoes onto the mat as he walked into the house. He had just dropped off the medicine with the Cubs after picking up some things for Sirius. 

He quickly made his way up to their room, where he hoped Sirius was still sleeping. No such luck. Peeking his head in the door, gray eyes met his.

“You left me.” Sirius pouted, groggily pushing himself to a sitting position as Remus made his way to the bed. Black hair made a disheveled halo around his head as Sirius coughed into the crook of his arm.

Remus pressed a soft kiss to fever-warm skin, “I know, Pads, but we needed some things from the shop and I had to drop off some medicine for the Cubs.” He explained, setting the bag on the nightstand. 

Sirius leaned back onto the headboard, frowning, “They sick as well?” He asked, leaning to try and get a peek in the bag. 

“Just Logan but knowing them, Finn and Leo will probably have it by the end of the week.” Remus murmured as he pulled out medicine, tissues, cough drops and some electrolyte drinks. “Now it’s time for the next dose of the medicine, baby.” He continued as he poured the syrup into the little cup.

Flopping over on the bed, Sirius let out a groan. He hated taking medicine. It was gross and it slid down his throat all slowlike. Disgusting. “Why do they have to make it taste so horrible? What kind of grapes taste like this?” He muttered as a rough cough rattled his chest.

Remus held out the small cup, “Just take it quick, Pads. Like a shot.” His boyfriend let out a huff, quickly downing the purple syrup.

“Gross, gross, gross! Gimme a gatorade, please. Please.” Sirius whined, making grabby hands towards the bottle waiting on the nightstand. Remus couldn’t help but laugh at Sirius’s childlike actions, handing him the gatorade. 

Sirius quickly took a big gulp, letting out a sigh of relief, “Much better.” He murmured, leaning back onto his pillow. Remus hated seeing him sick, even if it was just a flu.

“I’m gonna make you some soup, okay? That way you can get some rest.” Remus said, standing up after tucking the blankets around Sirius. A hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back.

A serious case of the puppy dog eyes met him as he turned around, “Come cuddle with me first, mon loup. I missed you.” Sirius pleaded, pushing out his lower lip in a pout.

Remus smiled fondly, fingers intertwining with the other boy’s, “You should eat something, mon étoile.”

Giving his hand a tug, Sirius pulled his boyfriend into the bed, “After, Re. Cuddle first. Soup after.”

Letting out a fond sigh, Remus crawled under the blankets, “Alright, you talked me into it.” He whispered as Sirius tucked himself into his side.

Sirius pressed his face into Remus’s neck, a small smile spreading on his face. It sucked being sick. He remembered getting sick before he had Remus, and he would just lock himself in his apartment. He would wait it out alone. 

Now he wasn’t alone.

And he wouldn’t have to be ever again.

[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 23

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Christmas morning finally arrives, and you and Bucky come to a decision.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by @araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Mild sexual content, fluff, mild angst, references to asexuality

AO3

Whether by habit or some instinctual memory of being back in this room on this day, your body knew to wake you up at the crack of dawn, which would have been a bummer if not for one important fact.

You were warmly tucked within the embrace of one sleeping demon. Definitely sleeping this time because his wings were draped over you like a blanket and his tail was looped snug around your leg.

Closing your eyes and releasing a sigh, you reveled in the warm security of Bucky’s chest pressed against your back. Neither of you had bothered to get dressed after last night, and all of him was pressed against you in the best way. You were on the edge between vibrating out of your skin in nervous energy and melting into a puddle from the intimate contact.

Perhaps your silent agitation woke him, because Bucky nosed against your neck and gave a raspy “morning” as he stretched and hugged you closer.

“M-morning,” you returned, stuttering while his stiffening cock pressed against your ass. Falling asleep naked was, in hindsight, not the wisest idea.

“Uh, sorry—“

Bucky began to roll away but you snatched his arm in time and draped it back over your waist.

“It’s fine, really, just… stay a little while?”

Bucky paused then rolled back the rest of the way, and you sighed at the return of warmth.

“We… we should probably talk about this…”

“Later.”

You rolled onto your other side until you were facing him and got an amazing view of his collarbone. Nuzzling against his chest, you made a satisfied hum in your throat.

Bucky let out a breathless laugh and ran his fingers through your hair. The humming intensified.

“You’re like a cat,” he remarked, his other hand tracing along the curve of your spine. “Craving warmth and attention.”

“I’m not the one with pointy ears and a tail.”

You gave the hollow dip at the base of his throat a lick for good measure. He stiffened and groaned, his cock now at full mast and pressed against your hip.

“Are you… uh… still hungry?” you asked, clearing your throat when your voice cracked like a teenage boy.

“Mmmm nope. Still very full from last night. This is… all you.”

Face on fire, you buried your face deeper in his neck. Bucky just laughed, the rumbling sound both comforting and rekindling the warmth in your gut.

“We should probably get up,” he sighed into your hair, then chuckling at your muffled groan. “I don’t want to leave this bed either, but… we’ll have lots of time once we get back to the city to…”

He trailed off at you staring up at him with big, wide eyes. His cheeks flushing pink was a rare, wonderful sight.

“We get to do this more?” you asked, daring not to hope. “Not just for feedings?”

He swallowed hard and licked his lips, tempting you to taste them again. You didn’t know how you would manage to keep your hands to yourself now that you knew what this was like.

“That’s what we should talk about.”

You huffed and let your forehead smash into the pillow. He rubbed your back sweetly but was definitely grinning down at you as he said, “You’re the one who said we should communicate more clearly.”

“Ugghhh,” was your answer muffled by the pillow.

Bucky smiled and kissed the top of your head, the amused, fond expression never quite leaving his face as the two of you got dressed. You couldn’t help sneaking glances at him; with or without the guise, his body was a goddamn meal in every sense of the word.

Coming downstairs meant you were met with the strong smell of pancakes, cinnamon, and hazelnut wafting through the house. Your mom and aunt were both working on breakfast, while your uncle shoveled the driveway and walkway  to clear the snow from the night.

Bucky volunteered to help him, and with a parting kiss on the crown of your head, he put on his windbreaker and disappeared out the front door.

Unlike all the other gestures of affection put on for show, this one left you flushed with a pounding heart. The knowing glance your mother and aunt shared made the heat in your face worse, but at least they were merciful enough to keep their comments to themselves.

Just kidding.

“Jacob seems very nice,” your mother said in that way mothers had of doing trying to prod for more information and thought they were being sneaky. “Will we get to see him over more holidays?”

You were in the middle of retrieving cartons of grapes, kiwis, and persimmons from the fridge in order to help make the fruit salad when you froze. Having Bucky over for… holidays? You jumped forward to other questions. What about birthday parties? Next holiday season?

How long was the shelf life of a demon pact? You couldn’t remember what the book had said, if anything.

“Sweetie?”

You blinked, struggled to form a steady smile, and turned back to the fruit when it didn’t quite work.

“Yeah, hopefully,” you answered weakly.

She shuffled closer and you could sense her staring, the weight of her concern pressing on your shoulders.

“Is everything all right?” she asked.

The fruit cartons were cold in your hands, and the cool water you used to wash them with did nothing to stop the chill creeping over you.

“Course, Mom. Why?”

“Well…” She stood next to you to take the washed fruits and chop up the larger ones on the cutting board. “Because I know at the beginning of these things, when everything is new and intense, it can be a little… scary.”

You snorted. Now there was an understatement.

“But I know it’s going to all work out,” she said. “With Jacob, or whatever’s going on in your life, it’ll be okay. I just… have a feeling about it.”

You nodded and ducked your head, fighting back the sudden well of tears when your mother reached over and hugged you against your side as if you were a little kid again.

“But if anything is bothering you, I want you to tell me.” She squeezed your arm, and you smiled despite yourself. “Even if there’s nothing I can do, I’m your mother and I want to know.”

You did want to tell her, so badly. You gave another weak nod and a thanks, Mom so she’d leave the subject alone. You didn’t know where this surge of emotions was coming from, but everything felt too heavy and too much. It was Christmas morning, everyone was safe and healthy, and there was no reason you should be on the verge of crying into the fruit salad.

As soon as Bucky returned with your uncle and settled his gaze on you, his brows creased and he frowned. But there was no time to talk; your sister and her family had arrived, and it was a gentle sort of pandemonium after that. Embraces and excited conversation as everyone gathered around the tree. There were no children left in the family, with the exception of your two month old nephew, but it was a tradition you continued long after childhood.

Bucky kept shooting you concerned glances throughout the entire gathering, even after you decided to drop your own problems and focus on your family’s happiness. Your aunt and uncle were avid outdoors explorers, so shopping for them had been easy. Binoculars, survival gear, hiking boots, all pretty standard stuff. Your mother and sister had been harder, but some cute t-shirts and new books from their favorite authors had done the trick.

You were still bothered by the fact you hadn’t given Bucky anything. Last night had been something out of a fantasy, and that was before you’d managed to get Bucky into bed, and not having a gift for him was unacceptable.

After all the presents were opened and everyone got comfortable around the living room in what you recognized would be hours of slightly boring, adult conversation, Bucky caught your eye and nudged his chin towards the backdoor. Nodding discretely, you excused yourselves with the reason that you were going for a walk, and grabbed Bucky’s hand to lead him into the backyard.

You’d barely been outside ten seconds before Bucky sighed, turned right back around, and disappeared inside with the instructions to sit tight. You rolled your eyes when he reappeared with your jacket and beanie in hand.

“I’m not going to die of exposure from being out in the snow for a few minutes underdressed,” you griped.

“Uh-huh.” Bucky ignored you as he shoved the beanie over your head and used your flailing to slip your arms through the sleeves.

“You’re such a mother hen.”

“Well, one of us has to look out for you.”

“I am. Perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” You shook your finger at him.

“Uh-huh.” He grabbed you and lifted you up in his arms. “Is that why you couldn’t bother to put slippers on before going out in the snow?”

You buried your face in his chest so Bucky couldn’t see your expression. So what if you’d been so distracted you’d basically run outdoors in your pajamas?

He smirked and carried you to the old swing set you hadn’t been on since you were a kid. Only two seats, it had been built by your uncle soon after your sister had been born. It was one of your favorite childhood spots, and as Bucky set you down on one of the swings, you wondered if he knew that.

Bucky sat on the other swing and immediately picked up your legs and put them into his lap. You opened your mouth to complain, but closed it again. Bucky was softly smiling at you, and you couldn’t remember him ever looking so… happy.

“So…” You wiggled your legs and focused on your wet socks rather than your feelings. “Is this why you lured me away? You wanted to play on the swing set?”

You expected Bucky to be flustered or embarrassed by your teasing. Instead, he leaned across the small space and pulled your legs at the same time so you were practically sitting sidesaddle in his lap. He grinned at your shocked expression.

“No. But now that you bring it up…”

Bucky closed the last few inches and captured your lips in a soft, light kiss. It still hit you like a ton of bricks and you would have fallen backwards off your swing if Bucky hadn’t been there to wrap his arms around you.

You were in a daze by the time you separated. He chuckled at your expression but didn’t move far, and you were tempted to kiss him again.

“We still have to talk.”

You scrunched up your nose.

“Must we?” you asked. “Or should we make out instead.”

Bucky grinned wide enough to show perfectly white teeth.

“Maybe after.”

“I’m listening,” you said with your best innocent, attentive look. Bucky didn’t buy it, but he did kiss you on the tip of your nose before leaning back a more appropriate distance. Disappointing.

“Last night was…” Bucky’s gaze dropped, a thumb absently rubbing circles into your knee. “I don’t have words for it. It was incredible and amazing…

“But…” You exhaled heavily and leaned your forehead against the cold chain of the swing. Here was the it’s not you, it’s me talk. This was exactly why you didn’t want to have this discussion—

“But.” His other hand squeezed your leg, gently, to catch your attention. When he had it, he said, “I want to be a hundred percent certain it’s what you want.”

Oh. Not quite what you’d expected.

“Bucky… It’s… of course it’s what I want.” The words tumbled out of you before you could stop them. “I’ve wanted this for a while now and didn’t have the guts to express that until last night.”

“Huh.” He blinked, mouth slightly ajar as if he’d never considered that before. “I... I’m asking because the bond makes things a lot more complicated. How do we know what’s binding magic and what’s… I mean… even if it’s not the bond, we’re still forced to have sex, and it’s easy to get attachments when you—“

You didn’t mean to let the giggle escape, but once it had, Bucky stared at you like you’d grown a second head. The confused-Bucky-face didn’t help, either.

“I’m not… not laughing at you,” you said, smiling. “I’m laughing because I think I understand what you’re worried about, and Bucky? That’s not what’s going on here.”

Bucky searched your face and frowned.

“But how do you know that?” he asked. “You could be confusing the feelings from sex for something else. Something more.”

Your smile widened as you struggled not to laugh again. You really didn’t want Bucky to take it the wrong way, misunderstand it for the relief it was.

“I know because my brain doesn’t work like that. Never has,” you said. “I don’t get ‘sexual feelings’ from looking at attractive people. Having sex with them wouldn’t change that. So… I’m trying to say, I don’t like you because of the bond, or the sex. I like you apart from all that. One’s got nothing to do with the other.”

He stared at you so long you fidgeted under his gaze.

“Is that why you haven’t been in many relationships?”

You winced and buried your face in your hands. Sometimes, you forgot this was the guy who’d been watching over you most of your life and knew you better than anyone.

Gentle hands pulled your arms away from your face, his expression kind and a little bit sad.

“It’s not a judgement,” he said quietly. “I always wondered why you were alone. Couldn’t understand it.”

You couldn’t meet his eye, the tightness in your chest suffocating, bordering on painful. All those years you’d been alone, believing you’d always be that way, never knowing Bucky existed. Countless nights you’d curled up in bed, heart aching with loneliness, and he’d been out there just… thinking about you?

Bucky wasn’t the only one with a low sense of self-worth. You just buried yours better.

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard. “I don’t feel attracted to people very often. And when I do, it just… doesn’t work out.”

Your stomach clenched and you wondered if you might barf right there in the snow, or worse, on Bucky’s lap. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation, not so soon and not here. You weren’t prepared for it, for his inevitable rejection. For the pity in his eyes as he finally understood.

“Or I’m not what they want.” Your voice was flat. Clinical. In direct opposition to the anxiety buzzing under your skin. “It’s as simple as that. I don’t blame anyone for wanting something I can’t give them. It’s… it’s no one’s fault…”

Despite the familiar words you had recited to yourself over and over, your vision blurred. You tried to retract your arms out of Bucky’s grip, but he pulled you forward against his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. The swing slipped out from under you, and now you really were in his lap. He didn’t seem to mind as he rubbed your back and propped his chin on top of your hair.

“It’s all right,” he said, low and comforting. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“You didn’t.” You pressed closer against his chest, barely feeling the freezing temperature while wrapped in Bucky’s warmth. “I just want you to know that if I’m not what you want, then… bond or not, you don’t owe me anything.”

Bucky slowly pulled back and cupped your cheeks in his gloved hands, one stiffer than the other. His eyes were so gentle it was hard to breathe.

“I believe that’s my line.”

You rolled your eyes, if only so you wouldn’t start crying like a baby. You hadn’t realized how much emotional weight you’d been carrying until now.

“You’re stuck with me, Barnes. I told you that.”

He stroked your cheek, his gaze suddenly very far away as if he was seeing something else.

“And I made a promise a long time ago that I would always protect you,” he said. “Which I will continue to do, no matter where this goes or what happens between us.

“But,” he added, leaning forward, eyes sparkling with warmth, “I’m also extremely selfish and hoping we can continue what we’ve started. Whatever you’re willing to give me, whatever you’re comfortable with sharing, will be more than enough for me. Because you are more than enough for me.”

Great, now your eyes were burning for a totally different reason. Your anxiety had vanished, but now it felt like this burning affection was going to burst out of your chest like a baby xenomorph.

Before you could wonder if Bucky had seen any of the Alien series, and would you be able to rope him into watching them with you, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth.

And then you ruined the tender moment by grinning like an idiot and chirping, “So-o-o-o does that make you my demon boyfriend?”

“Oh, my God.”

“And me, your adorable human girlfriend?”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back and leaned away to give you a narrow-eyed glare.

“Yes.” He ended the syllable on a slight hiss, narrowing his eyes further when you grinned. “You might regret this, you know.”

“I regret getting out of bed every day. You?” You grinned. “No. Not a chance I’ll regret you.”

“I’m not sure whether to be assured or worried.”

You gave him a sympathetic pat on the cheek.

“Millennial humor. You’ll get used to it.”

Bucky leaned forward, his mouth suddenly very close, making you flush in record time.

“You do realize your generation did not invent fatalistic humor.”

“Yeah? Tell me more, Gramps.”

The crash of his lips against yours might have been a form of payback for your smart mouth, but you welcomed it gladly.

Next Chapter

[writingwithciara]

Over-React ~Zach Dempsey~

summary: y/n and justin had no secrets in their relationship. or rather, they didn’t usually have secrets. so it is perfectly reasonable when justin gets angry when he finds out about his sisters secret relationship with his best friend

requested!  Hi! Can you do a Zach Dempsey one where the reader is Justin’s sister and dating Zach in secret and someone sees them together and takes a picture and sends it to Justin’s and he gets really mad? Thank you!!

@thedarkqueenofavalon​ hope i did this request justice! [also, i am so sorry this took forever to post. i forgot about it for a bit and then i hit a bad patch of writer’s block. no, here it is. hope you like it]

word count: 1.6k

pairing: zach x foley!reader, justin x sister!reader, clay x platonic!reader (just a little)

warnings: some explicit content with a nod to smut, horrible writing (per usual)

a/n: zach is my absolute favorite character and i love him so much. justin is a close 2nd & i wanted to write them 

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“Come on, Zach. We need to leave before someone suspects something.” y/n says to him as he continues to kiss her neck. She tries to get away but a giggle erupts from her throat and she’s long gone. “Justin’s gonna be mad if he ever finds out.”

“We’ve been careful. He won’t know a thing.” Zach cheekily smirks and pulled back to grab her hand. “Let’s get going so he doesn’t get suspicious.”

The two teenagers exit the shed, give each other one last kiss and start heading to the Jensen’s house. Y/n and her brother, Justin, never kept secrets from each other. So if he ever found out about her secret relationship with his best friend, he would most likely never trust either of them again.

“Hey, thanks for bringing her home, Zach.” Justin smiled as y/n entered the bedroom he shared with Clay.

“It was no problem at all. We both had to stay after school anyway.”

“Right. Football tryouts and cheerleading practice. I keep forgetting you’re on the team, y/n.”

“Am I not pretty enough to be a cheerleader?” y/n fake gasped and looked at the reaction her brother gave her. It was priceless.

“No. What? You are. It’s just-”

“Relax, bro. I’m just messing with you.”

“Phew. Thank god.” he chuckled and sat on his bed. Y/n sat on Clay’s bed and Zach sat on the floor in front of her. “Hey, Zach. Wanna try to catch these grapes in your mouth again & try to beat your own record?”

“Yeah, sure.” he positioned himself at a good angle for receiving the grapes and Justin began throwing them into his mouth.

Halfway through their game, Justin’s phone kept going but he wasn’t gonna check it.

“Hey, y/n. Can you check that for me?”

“Yeah. Sure.” she smiled and reached for her brothers phone. He was receiving multiple texts from an unknown number, with several photo attachments. She quickly unlocked his phone and looked through the pictures. They were all of her and Zach at the shed, making out and being extremely touchy. She threw his phone behind her and it hit Clay’s headboard.

“What did the texts say?” Justin questioned.

“Uh...nothing important.” she went to reach for his phone but he was quicker. He snatched it from the pillow and skimmed through the photos.

“You two want to explain WHY THE HELL YOU’RE MAKING OUT?”

“Justin, I can explain.” Zach stood up and calmly approached his best friend.

“I can’t believe you, Zach. Sisters are off limits. Always. It’s always been part of a bro code. I think you should leave and never come back.” he pointed to the door and Zach hesitated for a second before turning around and walking out the door. “And you,” Justin turned towards y/n and had the most angry look on his face she’d ever seen. “We don’t keep secrets from each other. Why did you keep something so big from me?”

“I knew you were gonna act like that. It’s insane.” she tried to raise her voice against him but it was no match.

“Best friends are supposed to be forbidden, y/n. You know that.” he sighed and ran his hands through his hair. She could tell he was frustrated with not only her, but Zach as well. “Look, I don’t think you should see him anymore.”

“Who died and made you the boss of me?”

“You’re nearly 2 years younger than him. He’s gonna be 18. It’s not right.”

“It’s not illegal, Justin. I can still see him.”

“Y/n, you are my baby sister. I’m not letting him ruin you like he does to all the other girls.”

“Fuck you. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” y/n grabbed Zach’s jacket off the chair and stormed out of the room. 

Justin sat on his bed and threw his stuff across the room. He was sure that he lost his best friend and his sister.

~~~~~~

The next day at school was hard for y/n. Justin was still angry & Zach would ignore her or walk the opposite way when he saw her. She spent her lunch period sitting with Tyler and Clay.

“This is ridiculous.” she sighed and let her french fry drop into the pool of ketchup. “Justin is being such a child.”

“I tried talking to him last night but he wouldn’t really tell me what was wrong. All I know is that it has something to do with Zach.”

“He found out that Zach and I have been dating and he got angry. He hasn’t spoken to me since & neither has Zach.”

“You’re dating Zach?” Tyler looked at his friend in shock.

“Yeah.” y/n sighed. “And I really like him but I don’t know what to do.”

“Just give Justin some time and I’m sure he’ll come around.” Clay smiled and placed his hand on her arm.

“Thanks, Clay.” y/n grabbed her tray and stood up when she saw Zach head for the exit of the cafeteria. “I’ll see you boys in Science.” she threw her tray in the trash and followed Zach out.

He knew she was following him so he tried to throw her off by taking different hallways. It was when he stopped at the janitor’s closet that he knew he’d hit a dead end. Y/n had caught up to him.

“What’s your problem, Zach? Why are you avoiding me? I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you. I just, don’t want to piss Justin off more than he already is.”

“Justin doesn’t get to decide who I’m supposed to be with. Siblings aren’t like that.”

“I know, but he’s my best friend. I don’t want to lose that bond.” Zach sighed and pulled his backpack tighter on his shoulder. “I don’t want to lose either of you.”

“I don’t want that either.” y/n looked up at him. 

“I love you, y/n. I’m going to show Justin just how much I do & maybe he’ll come around to the idea of us.”

“I love you too, Zach.” she smiled and placed a kiss on his lips.

“What the hell is this? I thought I told you two to stay away from each other.”

“Look, Justin, I love you and I really want you to be happy with this.” y/n put herself between the boys as Justin got closer. “Justin, you need to get over it.”

“I’m going to let him ruin you.” Justin reached around his sister and pushed Zach back a few steps. “I’m doing this to protect you, sis.”

“I think she can take care of herself, Foley.”

“Back off, Dempsey. You do not want to mess with me.”

“Wanna test that? Because I think I test that.”

“Oh, you’re going to regret that.” Justin laughed dryly as he threw the first punch.

The fight was inevitable, no matter how many times y/n tried to stop it. She grabbed onto Zach to try and hold him back, but he was too strong for her. She tried pushing herself between them but neither of them would allow that.

“Hey, break it up guys.” Principal Bolan pulled Zach away from Justin while the vice principal held Justin back. “Both of you, my office. NOW!”

The two boys followed Bolan into the main office and y/n waited outside, hoping that they wouldn’t be getting in too much trouble.

On the inside, the boys were both worried. They had never seen Principal Bolan so angry before.

“What were you guys thinking? You could’ve hurt each other and you put more than just your lives in danger. Justin, your sister could’ve been seriously hurt. How would that have made you feel?”

“Horrible. But that..”

“Look, I don’t want to hear your lame excuse, alright? I want you two to figure out what the hell your problem is and work through it. Got it?” Bolan sat back and looked at the students in front of him. Zach took a deep breath and turned towards Justin.

“I’m sorry for breaking bro code, Justin. It’s just that I really care about your sister and I would do anything for her. She’s not just another girl to me. I love her, man. She makes me really happy.”

“I have been noticing how much happier she’s been these past few months.” Justin sighed. “I’m sorry for throwing the first punch. You didn’t deserve it. And I should apologize for being a dick when I found out about you guys.”

“Look at that quick progress.” Bolan grinned and sat back in his chair. The boys chuckled.

“So, are we good again?” Zach asked while standing up and grabbing his bag. He held out his hand to Justin and smiled when Justin stood up to shake it.

“Yeah, we’re good.” Justin returned the smile and went to walk out. 

“So, are you good with me dating your sister?”

“Yeah, sure man. But I’m warning you now, the second she comes to me with tears in her eyes, complaining about you breaking her heart, I will not hesitate to give another black eye.” he joked.

“Understood. But I would never ever dream of hurting her. She’s special. And like I said earlier, I really care about her.” Zach thought for a minute. “I love her.”

“Well, I’m glad she’s found someone that makes her happy. And honestly, I’m really glad it’s you.”

“Thanks, man.”

“No problem.” Justin smiled. “Come on. I do believe we have a lovely lady outside this office waiting for us. Ready to tell her we made up?”

“Let’s go.”

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