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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 13

Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 1.8k | Warnings: none | Masterlist

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

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Ten minutes to the dot from getting to your door Azriel was walking into your apartment with a bowl of popcorn and several bags of candy. He brought chocolates, gummy worms, cookies, and several other sweets in the crook of his elbow, several being held by random fingers. You really weren’t sure how he was carrying it all. 

In your absence he also changed into some black sweatpants and a black tee, his arms flexed with all the snacks in his hold. He looked great at mini golf, but now he looked attractive in such a different way. 

“What are you doing?” He looked a bit ridiculous, as if he just raided a candy store. He looked even more ridiculous trying to toe his shoes off before making his way over to you.

“I know you don’t have food here.”

“Yes we do - Cassian was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday!” You whip your head to the kitchen, as if you could see the inside of your pantry from where you sat. “Besides I ordered a pizza.”

He gives you a look, “Cassian’s version of grocery shopping is stopping at our apartment and taking what he wants.”

Your eyes widen, “no he does not! He said he goes to the store for food.”

He scoffs, setting down the candy and snacks on the table in front of you, lining them all up so you could see the label on each bag, “the store of Rhys and Az, maybe. A 24 hour convenience store Cassian has a lifetime membership to.”

You think back to all the times Cassian told you he was going grocery shopping, but you’re not sure if you ever did see him come back with bags of groceries. All the food and supplies just showed up. “Well, I’m sorry he does that. It does explain his luxurious tastes though…”

“It’s fine,” he says sitting next to you, your legs touching. “Rhys’s dad pays for the groceries, so..” 

His sentence lingers as he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s what’s worked for us for a long time. Rhys couldn't care less. Actually I think he prefers getting to spend money on us.”

“So things with Rhys’s dad are weird?”

“Uh, yeah, I suppose. His dad sucks. Gives Rhys a- basically an unlimited credit card. Rhys has played with the limits on it before. We all know he’s rich, we just don’t know how rich. He’s spent a ridiculous amount of money on that card with no response. Once he bought all of ours and Cassian’s furniture in one trip - bought ridiculously priced shit too. Didn’t even blink over it.”

He scoops up a handful of popcorn, popping some into his mouth. “Well, all the furniture except their ridiculously sized tvs.”

You giggle, grabbing the bag of sour candies he brought and opening them, popping some in your mouth. “Mm, you’re too good to fall victim to their childish antics?”

“I’m more evolved than them.”

“So it was a different Azriel that Cassian was talking about going racing with him on some backroads a few weeks ago?”

A beat passes and he refuses to look at you, his eyes straight forward. “I think Cassian has face blindness.”

“Oh yeah, mhm.” You pick up the remote, scrolling to look through potential movies to watch. “Maybe we should get a decal for your bike so he won’t get confused again. I’m thinking of something that makes you seem distinguished.”

“Oh?”

“Something that makes you seem intimidating.”

“something scary?” His eyes dance with amusement, crinkling in contained joy.

“Something terrifying. So they know you’re a menace.”

You scroll through the movie options, Azriel’s arm making its way across the back of the couch behind you. He spreads his legs a bit, and you nestle into his shoulder as you put on Jurassic Park, picking a movie you’d be okay with missing some parts to it.

The two of you had watched at least three quarters of Jurassic Park, several parts of the movie missed because the two of you couldn’t keep from making out on your couch. 

You watched the entire trilogy, staying up late with him. By the time the second movie came on, the two of you talked through most of it, until you’d reach the scenes with the pterodactyls in the third movie. Then you had forced your hands over his mouth, not letting him talk over your favorite scenes. Once you had pulled them away, he immediately dove on top of you, pushing you into the couch and nuzzling his face into your neck.

The two of you stayed up until somewhere around 3 AM, the third movie long forgotten as you asked him to stay the night. Nothing happened, except you did wake up the next morning with his arm slung around your waist, making it very tempting to completely ignore your alarm clock.

Unfortunately, Azriel had work to do, kissing your temple before he snuck back into his apartment to get dressed.

He had been gone for all of twenty seconds when your phone buzzed and he asked if you’d like to get coffee the next day before class. Your classes lined up at the same time each day, so you two would meet up at a local coffee shop in the morning. You’d park your car in the grocery store lot afterwards, Azriel holding out his spare helmet for you before helping put it on your head before he’d zip you two through campus, one of his hands always on your thigh. 

The two of you would separate once he’d walk you to your classes, and then you’d meet back up at the library. It was a bit concerning to you how quickly the two of you fell into a routine, most of your free time of the week either spent with him or texting him.

“I got you something.”

You rummage through your bag when Azriel walks up to the table, his jacket being thrown onto one of the extra chairs. He sets down his helmet as you continue your search. You slide the envelope across the table, his scarred fingers touching yours as he grabs it from you. He opens the envelope, pulling out the note.

‘To be more menacing’ is written on pink stationary, a sticker falling from the paper. He picks it up, a smile on his face as he turns the sticker in his fingers, the cartoon goose with a knife in his mouth looking back at you.

His smile is captivating in the harsh lighting of the library, the LEDs making his skin several shades too light.

But it made his smile all the more blinding. 

“Thank you,” he slips the sticker into his jacket pocket, sliding into the seat across from you.

He pulled out his laptop, his bag neat and tidy, a far cry from Cassian’s paper cluttered bag. You go back to reviewing your notes, as Azriel begins typing on his computer. The silence is comfortable between you two, and as you feel it start to settle, Azriel’s foot grazes your own, sticking itself between your crossed ankles. 

You peer at him across the table, but his tortoiseshell glasses don’t move towards you, his computer screen reflecting through them to show he was working on some form of coding you had no desire to understand. You smile back down to your books, trying to get all your work finished before Friday, the six of you spending the weekend at Rhys’s dad’s lake house. 

Cassian had been moaning and groaning for several weeks about wanting to go to the lake, but Rhys’s dad was having renovations done on the house and on the private dock until roughly two weeks ago. Since its completion, Cassian has been relentless, worming the word ‘lake’ into every conversation he’s had, not being very subtle about what he wanted.

Every morning he texted your group chat about his ‘cornfLAKEs’ or about how he just loves ‘snowfLAKEs’. He had just run out of words two days ago and now resorted to making up words that had ‘lake’ in them. Rhys immediately texted everyone to ‘please for the love of my sanity, be available this weekend or else I’m petitioning we murder Cassian’. 

None of you wanted to be stuck doing any kind of work this weekend - Cassian and Azriel already had the weekend off, Mor and Feyre were free, and your plans revolved around the work and the man in front of you. All of you were desperate to finish any work that was due on Monday before the six of you left.

“So this weekend.”

He holds up a finger, typing furiously before he stops, looking up at you. He closes his laptop slightly, pushing it away from himself. 

“This weekend.”

You put your chin in your hands, looking at his tan face. You loved seeing him wear his glasses - they made him look so endearing and soft. “Are we um going to tell anyone before we go? Besides Mor, obviously.”

You had texted Mor at some point during the second or third movie, asking her if she had mentioned your date to anyone. She had said no and that she’d be willing to keep it that way if you remembered to thank her profusely for ‘setting you up on the best date of your life’. 

You had agreed, but now this left you with a bit of a dilemma - when do you tell everyone? Does he want to tell everyone?

“You don’t understand how annoying they can get when it comes to my love life.”

You giggled, certain you could figure it out based on how nosey and meddling Cassian was. 

He clears his throat, “besides I’d like to figure things out with you before they know. I don’t want them to scare you off.”

You laughed, “I walked in on Cassian trimming his toenails the other night. I think anything worse than that violates the Geneva convention.”

His smile is bright as he watches you giggle at your own joke. “How about this,” his hands move across the table, laying them palm up so you can sit yours into them. Your fingers lightly trace the lines on his palms as his voice picks up again. “I’ll take you out for lunch tomorrow, and it will be the official end of things… until we get back.”

You raise your brows, but he’s not finished. “Obviously, not really the end of things. But just.. We’ll come back from lunch as the people we were last week. Before mini golf.”

Your voice is a bit unsteady as you ask, “do you want to stay those people? The before mini golf versions of ourselves?”

“No.” His reply is fast, voice full of conviction.

“You’re not just saying this because Rhys’s lake house has a hot housekeeper, are you?”

He blows out his lips, laughing at your waggling eyebrows, “Sonya’s been about eighty years old for the past fifteen years.” His fingers quickly snatch yours, holding them tightly. “So she’s perfect for me.”

You throw your head back, about to laugh, but he pulls your fingers forward, bringing you in for a soft kiss you can’t help but giggle through.

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❄️HOT AND COLD❄️

A/N: week 2 of fanficmas yeah!! this was the first fic i wrote, some good ol' college!harry to get you all cozy hehe

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

SUMMARY: You decided to spend two more days at the dorm before heading home to have some peace and work on your assignments. However you didn't expect them to turn the heating off once everyone left. No worries, the hot guy living next door is ready to keep you warm.

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You thought staying two extra days in the dorm before going home for the holidays would be a great idea. Have some quiet and peace for yourself, finish some assignments so you don’t stress about them during Christmas. Theoretically, it was a fantastic idea.

In reality? The worst one you’ve ever had.

You didn’t think they would turn down the heating the moment the dorm empties out. Well, it’s a logical thing to do, but it never occurred to you and you only realized it when the temperature started dropping significantly after the last wave of students left in the morning. You went out to run errands and you could feel the change when you arrived back. The hallways were chillier and your room started to feel like a cave. At first you just sucked it up, put on a hoodie, wrapped yourself in a blanket and got down to business. Your uncle always said you can decide whether you’re cold or not, so you kept thinking about hot things to keep your mind off of how freezing it was starting to get.

Hot tea.

Hot chocolate.

A tub of hot water.

Freshly baked, hot cookies.

The hot guy next door.

Wait, what? How did you end up thinking about Harry?

As you sit on your bed with your textbooks surrounding you, an all too familiar voice makes your ears perk up. You’d recognize it anywhere and it never fails to make your heart pitter-patter, but now you’re surprised to hear it since you thought you were the last one left in the building.

Well, you were wrong.

You hear Harry Styles striding down the hallway, singing Jingle Bells without a care. You get out of bed before you could think and throw your door open, catching him by surprise judging from the little jump he does as he turns around.

“Y/N? You’re still here?”

“I was just about to ask the same question from you,” you chuckle, stepping out into the hallway, but your smile soon turns into shock when you see him sporting shorts and just a shirt. “How have you not turned into ice wearing that?”

Chuckling he looks down at himself.

“I have a heater of my own. I could turn my room into a sauna,” he jokes and you can’t help a stupid laugh that slips out of your mouth.

You always lose your cool around him, he’s been your ultimate college crush since you moved in at the beginning of the semester and you usually end up making a fool of yourself in front of him. Whether it’s talking gibberish or dripping eggs when he walks into the kitchen, he has seen you at your worst in these two months you’ve been living next to each other.

“You’re not going home for winter break?” he asks, striking up a conversation and you pray you don’t embarrass yourself this time.

“Oh, I am, but only late tomorrow. Wanted some alone time before going home to the family, study and stuff, you know…”

“Clever,” he nods with a smile.

“What about you?”

“I’m leaving tomorrow too, I was supposed to go home today, but my flight got cancelled.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs. “You’re sitting in your cold room all by yourself?”

“Well, not everyone has their own fireplace,” you snort out a laugh, but it sounded funnier in your head for sure.

“Come over to mine,” he offers and you have to fight yourself not to let your mouth hang open.

You’ve hung out before, ran into each other at parties and while your crush is deeply rooted at this point, you two aren’t exactly the closest friends, you haven’t been in his room before, haven’t even hugged him so entering into his private space is the most intimate you’d ever get with him.

“Um, I don’t want to bother—“

“Y/N, you’re not bothering, I’m just playing video games.”

“B-But still…”

“You’d rather freeze to death in your room than to be around me? I have to say I’m a little hurt.” With a hand over his heart he gives you a disappointed look, though you can tell he’s just teasing you.

“You really don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t have invited you over if I did. Come on, bring all your stuff.”

And so you end up moving over to Harry’s room that feels like paradise. The temperature is perfect, you can get rid of your hoodie as you settle on top of his bed while he sits by his desk with his PC, some kind of action game paused on the screen.

His room is oddly tidy for a college boy. The bed was made even before you appeared, there are no dirty clothes on the floor, only in the hamper in the corner, his bookshelf is crowded, but it seems to have a system in it that probably only he knows.

“Is it warm enough?” he asks, settling at his computer.

“Yeah, thanks,” you nod, feeling a bit out of place, but the warmth feels nice.

“Cool,” he nods before turning back to his game and unpausing it.

For the first hour you just coexist in peace. It takes you some time to focus on studying with Harry being so close and also being in Harry’s room, but the feeling wears down and you can finally work efficiently while he keeps himself busy with his game. But then he stops playing and becomes more interested in whatever you are doing.

“You haven’t finished this sheet yet?” he asks, holding up the statistics task sheet you’ve been putting off for over a month now.

“No,” you sigh in defeat. “I’m not really good at statistics.”

“Want me to help? I’m in Dr. Thomson’s Thursday class, but we went over the same thing too.”

“It’s my homework, I don’t want to bore you with it.”

“It’s fine, I actually liked these tasks.”

So then the evening turns into tutoring, Harry sits on the bed beside you, explaining you how to solve the tasks and even shows a better method you understand way more than what you were taught. After that, he just sticks to studying with you, though it slowly turns into anything and everything but studying. He clearly loses interest in helping you, but he doesn’t seem to want to leave you alone and your focus breaks too. Of course you’d rather hang out with Harry than write a paper on Switzerland’s economy!

You’re having a blast. Both of you. It’s the first time hanging out one-on-one, but it’s going better than you imagined. You haven’t made a fool out of yourself, even cracked some jokes that made him laugh, though he is surely the funnier one. He is telling you all kinds of crazy stories from before college and also asks you about your high school years.

“Mm, this was great, though I did not get as much done as I planned to,” you chuckle, taking a look at your stack of textbooks.

“But we had a good time and that’s all that matters,” he grins at you, hugging his pillow.

“Alright. I’ll get out of your hair,” you move to pack your things and return to your room, but then he speaks up.

“What are you doing?”

“Going back to my room.”

“You didn’t think I would let you sleep in the cold, did you?”

“What, you want me to sleep here?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Sure. There’s plenty of space for us. You’re sleeping here tonight,” he simply states.

About twenty minutes later, you’re sitting on the edge of his bed in your pajamas, waiting for him to return from his shower.

You’re really about to sleep in the same bed as Harry Styles. Hopefully you won’t kick him in the groin or say something stupid in your dreams or drool on him or—“

“You look worried,” he comments as he walks in, dropping his used clothes into his hamper. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Totally awesome and perfect!”

God, you are so awkward!

“Okay,” he smiles to himself. “Take whatever side you want. It’s not a king sized bed, but it’s fine for two people for one night.”

You gulp at the thought of Harry spending the night here with another girl, jealousy bubbles in your chest.

“At least Niall and I survived the time he got locked out of his room,” he adds with a chuckle and you exhale in relief.

You end up taking the inner side of the bed and you lie on your side as he makes himself comfortable on the outer side. It’s really not too spacious, but at least it’s warm and smells like Harry.

“Thanks for… letting me crash here,” you whisper into the silence. Harry turns to you with a tiny, but charming smile.

“I’m glad it’s you I have to share my warmth with,” he cheekily says and heat rushes into your cheeks right away. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

 

You knew you’d end up tangled together. It was inevitable in such a small space. But still, your heart starts racing when you wake up and find yourself cuddling Harry, who has his arms around you as well. He’s warm and soft, definitely meant to be cuddled in your humble opinion.

He stirs in his sleep and your heart jumps when his eyes flutter open. He doesn’t move away, in fact, he pulls you closer as he exhales lazily.

“Good morning,” he mumbles groggily.

“Mornin’,” you breathe out, feeling like a giddy little girl.

 “I hope you weren’t cold,” he chuckles softly and you feel his chest vibrating underneath your cheek.

“No. I felt nice and warm.”

“Alright,” he smiles. “When is your flight?”

“Five thirty. What about yours?”

“Six. Want to share an Uber to the airport?”

“Sure,” you nod.

You spend most of your time left together. You grab a late breakfast, then hang out in his room and not just because his room is the only place in the building that hasn’t turned into a freezer. It feels natural to be around each other.

Then you share a ride to the airport, grab coffee and then wait together until it’s time for you to go to your gate.

“Well, have a great time at home,” he smiles at you.

“You too. Thanks for… everything,” you chuckle softly. “I’ll see you after the break and...”

Don’t forget about me, you want to say, but you bite it back.

There’s something hanging between the two of you, something unsaid and you fear you’ll have to leave without changing that.

“Okay, I’ll… go,” you mumble, grabbing your suitcase, but before you could walk away, Harry pulls you back.

“When we come back, do you want to… Do you want to go out? With me?”

You can’t stop your mouth from hanging open this time, his question came as a total shock.

“Honestly, I’ve been crushing on you for a while, but every time we spoke you seemed so frightened and ran away, so I took it as a sign,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “But I think last night was nice, I liked hanging out with you and there’s a chance you feel the same way, so I thought I would… shoot my shot.”

You open your mouth, but then close it as his words sink in. He thought you didn’t like him. Because you ran away from him. But that was because you were into him. What a mess.

“Yes,” is all that comes out of your mouth at last.

“Yes as in…?”

“Yes, I want to go out with you,” you elaborate chuckling. “And I only ran away because I really liked you and I was too nervous.”

You watch his face light up before he nods.

“Great! I mean, not that you were too nervous,” he grins. “So then… Date. When we come back.”

“Yeah,” you nod, mirroring his widening smile. “I have to… I have to go now.”

“Alright. See you… next year then,” he chuckles and leaning closer he kisses the corner of your mouth before you part ways.

After that, you’re basically glued to your phone, nonstop talking to Harry throughout winter break and you’ve never wanted to return to school so badly before. You text, call and send pictures to each other continuously and you can’t even remember the times when it wasn’t like this.

When you return to campus in January, your excitement is kicking high, though on the day of your arrival, Harry’s responses come way less often than they used to, but you’re not trying to see too much into it.

As you’re unpacking your suitcase there’s a knock on your door and when you open it, your heart skips not just one, but probably several beats when you see him standing in the hallway with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Don’t you feel cold in here? I think you should come over to my room.”

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Bad Liar (Chapter Five) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I have no idea how this turned out! I hope you guys like it though :D

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Warnings: Adrian Pucey, I think that’s it xD let me know if I missed anything though

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Bad Liar

Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been asking Oh, I've been asking for problems, problems, problems

“(Y/N), are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” you were snapped out of your thoughts and looked back to your friend. “Uh- y-yes” you insisted.

“Really? What was I talking about?” Angelina smirked.

“Um… about… the Yule Ball” you tried.

“Lucky guess” she glared at you. “Merlin, could you be more in love with him?” she laughed.

“W-what?” you asked, nervously. How does she know?

“Fred! You can’t stop staring at him” Katie intervened. Right, you’re ‘dating’, so nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. “I think is so sweet” she smiled.

“Yes, you look so much happier with him than you ever did with Cedric” Angelina added.

“Really?” you asked, smiling a little.

“Yes! Fred treats you like you’re the only thing that matters to him” Katie told you.

“That’s not true” you said, feeling your cheeks burn before you felt a small paper ball hit you on the head. You turned to see where it came from and saw Fred smiling at you from the other side of the classroom. Fred looked back at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn’t looking and then he started motioning to you so you would get his message. He pointed at you, then he made a stupid little dance, and then he pointed at himself, mouthing the words: ‘You. Ball. Me.’ You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help to laugh a little and nodded at him. “Yes” you nodded with a big smile that Fred returned before winking at you. “What?” you asked looking back at your friends who had their eyebrows raised at you.

“You were saying?” Katie smirked.

“Shut up!” you insisted, relieved when Professor Snape released the class and you all made your way to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn’t long before Fred caught up with you and your friends.

“Hi, sweetheart” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I got this for you” he said, placing two chocolate chip cookies.

“Oi! Those were mine!” you heard the faint voice of Ron not so far from you.

“Thank you, Freddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“What were you ladies talking about?” he asked, holding your hand and you closer to him.

“Nothing-” you started.

“Actually” Angelina interrupted you. “We were talking about how cute you two are” she smirked at you too and you rolled your eyes.

“Why, thanks, Angie” Fried smiled, kissing your forehead and smiling dreamily at you. “I believe so” he stated. “Don’t you, darling?”

“O-of course” you chuckled nervously as you finally reached the room where you had to wait for Professor McGonagall.

“Settle down everyone” Professor McGonagall said walking inside the room. You were standing on one side of the room with Angelina and Katie as the boys stood on the other side of the room. “Now, the Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance” she stated as groans emerged from the boys’ side and the girls seemed a lot more excited. “Silence” Professor McGonagall continued. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons” she warned.

“Try saying that five times faster” George whispered to Fred making the guys laugh.

“Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight” she said looking at the girls.

“Something’s about to burst out of Hilary but I don’t think it’s a swan” Ron whispered to Seamus, and they laughed.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance” Professor McGonagall said glaring at Ron. “Mr. Weasley, will you be so kind to join me?”

Ron’s smile fell from his face as Professor McGonagall pulled him up to dance. You saw the faces of Harry, George, and Fred and you were trying really hard to contain your own laugh.

“Now, place your right hand on my waist” she told him.

“W-where?” Ron asked nervously.

“My waist, Mr. Weasley” Professor McGonagall repeated. Ron did as he was told and heard a wolf whistle coming from the crowd that you knew came from Fred. He turned to glare at the exact direction where he knew it came from and saw Harry trying to hide a laugh while the twins smirked at him. “Now, bend your arm. Mr. Filch” she said. Filch put on the record player and the music started. “And… one, two, three… one, two, three…” she repeated dancing around with Ron who was not having the best time of his life. Fred mocked his little brother, dancing with George as he smiled brightly at you, as you tried extremely hard not to laugh. He really loved this girl.

“Promise me you will never let him forget this” Harry leaned down to whisper to the twins.

“Never” they both said at the same time.

“Now, everybody, come together” Professor McGonagall said as she kept on dancing.

“May I have this dance, love?” Fred said, bowing in front of you, and you giggled loudly before taking his hand.

“Of course, Freddie” you said sweetly as you started dancing around the room.

“So…” he said, getting your attention. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Really? Well, that’s a first” you mocked him and he glared at you.

“Do you want to know, or not?”

“Sorry, continue” you smiled.

“Well, since this is the last Hogsmeade, I thought maybe we could… go on a date” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Y-you… you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well, you know, given that… I’m your boyfriend and… we’re going to the Yule Ball and all” he chuckled. “It occurred to me that we never really had a date” he told you as you raised your eyebrow at him. “Fine! Ginny and Hermione asked me about our first date and when they found out we haven’t been in one, Ginny nearly kills me” he admitted.

“Fred, you don’t have to take me out on a date” you giggled.

“I know I don’t have to but, firstly, you deserve it. I mean I would even be a worse boyfriend than Diggory if I don’t take you out on a date” he explained.

“That’s sweet, Freddie” you smiled. “What’s the second motive?”

“Ginny terrifies me and she said she would actually kill me if I don’t” he quickly said.

“Well, I wouldn’t want her to kill my boyfriend and only prospect date for the Yule Ball” you chuckled. “So, I’d love to go on a date with you” you told him, trying as hard as you could to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled brightly at you.

“Great” he said, trying to contain his own excitement. “It’s a date, then” he smiled.

“It’s a date.”

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You stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear after you and your friends bought the perfect dresses for the Yule Ball. You were nervously waiting for Fred to arrive so the two of you could go on your first official date. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Fred. your best friend since you first arrived at Hogwarts. But now, suddenly, everything had changed.

You felt butterflies every time he smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burning when he complimented you or he kissed you. You thought it was probably because your last relationship ended up being a shitshow and Fred was the first person to show you any kind of love. Even a better love than Cedric ever did. So, you decided that today you were going to rationally organize your feelings for Fred. Because you could not be in love with your best friend, right? So the only logical thing to do is to take feelings out of this and just, think about it instead.

“Hey, love” you heard that beautiful voice behind you. Okay, this may be harder than you thought.

“Hi, Freddie” you smiled, turning around and smiling at him.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, taking off his scarf and placing it around your neck. And here come the stupid butterflies.

“W-well, I was just waiting for you” you told him. “It is chaos in there” you said, waving at the store. “There are a billion girls trying on different dresses, if you went in, you’re never coming out” you told him.

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you” he said, holding your hand and pulling you away. “Wait, where is your bag? Did you not get a dress?”

“I did, but Angelina took it with her” you told him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise and I knew that if I had it with me you would take it out and see it” you smiled.

“That’s not-!” he started. “Okay, yeah, that does sound like me” he laughed.

“So, where are we going?” you questioned, intrigued.

“Well, don’t worry, we are not going to Madam Puddifoot’s because I know you hated your dates there with Diggory” he told you.

“Y-you remember that?”

“Of course, I do” he said as if it was nothing. “So, instead, I thought we could go to Zonko’s, Toms and Scrolls, Honeydukes, and then the Three Broomsticks” he suggested.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah” Fred said, getting nervous all of the sudden. “W-would you rather do something else? I knew I should have asked you, but Hermione said-”

“Fred” you stopped him, kissing his cheek. “That sounds like a great date!” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Fred smiled at you.

“Yeah” you nodded as Fred kissed your forehead.

After visiting all your favorite Hogsmeade spots, you were now sitting in a booth at the Three Broomsticks and Fred brought two butterbeers to the table. Your nerves quickly faded away with Fred. Because this was still Fred. He was still your best friend. And you were now 100% sure that you were in love with him.

“So… all of the sweets are to make you ill?” you asked as Fred explained to you his latest invention with George while the two of you ate your Honeydukes candy. The Skiving Snackbox.

“Yes, not seriously ill, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. They're double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway. So far we have Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles” he said, happily.

“Freddie, those sound brilliant!” you said, munching on a Sugar Quill. “You and George are really geniuses, you know that, right?”

“I think you’re probably the only person who’s ever called us that, love” he chuckled, eating another Chocolate Frog.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last” you smiled, sitting closer to him. “Um… Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

You felt your heart beating a bit faster when he smiled at you, with a bit of foam on his upper lip and you cleaned it with your napkin. You wanted to tell him.

“I uh-” you wanted to say that you loved him and that you wanted this to be your first actual date. But instead, something else came out. “I have to go to the bathroom” you chickened out. “I’ll be right back” you smiled nervously, getting out of the booth.

Fred sighed, hoping that he hadn’t made anything weird. He had actually been looking forward to today all week. Well, if he was being honest, longer than that. A lot longer. He thought he might just see where you stood with him after a date and maybe he would get the courage to tell you that he wanted this to be your actual first date. Everything had been perfect so far, and he had been dying to kiss you since he picked you up in front of Gladrags Wizardwear.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?”

Fred was snapped out of his thoughts when a very unpleasant, yet familiar voice sat on the booth in front of him.

“What do you want, Pucey?”

“Relax, Weasel, I come in peace” he said, grabbing one of your Sugar Quills and Fred glared at him. “My bad, Weasley” he corrected with a smirk. “Sorry, force of habit. But, I do come in peace-”

“I seriously doubt that” Fred told him.

“Look, mate, I’m just looking out for you” he said, starting to eat your Sugar Quill.

“You’re looking out for me?” Fred asked with an angry chuckle.

“Yes, mate, I don’t think it’s fair, the way (Y/N)’s using you” he said.

“(Y/N)’s not using me” Fred said defensively.

“Isn’t she? Then why are you pretending to date her?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not pretending. We’re in a relationship, no matter how that breaks your… well whatever it is you have instead of a heart” Fred told him.

“Uh-huh. So, that’s why she was Diggory’s treasure in the last task?”

“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“I do, mate. She’s just going to use you until Diggory wants her back and then she’s gonna dump you” Adrian shrugged.

“That’s not true” Fred said, rolling his eyes.

“Isn’t it? Then I guess I’m wrong and the two of you are completely and madly in love” he smirked, taking a bite of the sweet.

“I really don’t get why this is any of your business or why you insist that (Y/N) and I are not dating-”

“You’re not” Adrian added.

“But, I can assure you that we are very happy with each other” Fred told him, starting to feel a bit on edge.

“That’s not what I asked you is it?” Adrian smirked. “See, I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. You have that stupid face whenever she comes near you. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you” he explained. “So, that means that this whole ‘thing’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “It’s until she gets bored. Dumps you, and runs back to Diggory.”

“Why the fuck would you even care? You need to leave (Y/N) alone-”

“Or what?” he snickered. “This whole ‘jealous boyfriend’ thing is not a very good color on you, Weasley” Adrian sighed.

“Is this because she hates you? Because you would probably be the last person she would date? Because you’re really not helping your case by being here and telling me all this” Fred told him.

“She doesn’t hate me. Trust me” Adrian told him, glaring at him a little.

“I think that out of the two of us, I know her pretty well” Fred said. “And believe me, she does” he smirked.

“How well do you actually know her, Weasley?” Adrian said, returning the smirk. “Because I will admit, if you are at least getting those benefits out of this, I might be just a little bit jealous” he said, noticing Fred’s cheeks and ears turning red.

“Get the fuck out of my table” Fred said, smashing his fist against the table. “I swear, Pucey, if you speak about (Y/N) like that again, I will kill you with my bare hands” he said between clenched teeth. Adrian simply smiled at Fred and stole another one of your Sugar Quills.

“Fine. I’ll leave” he said as if it was nothing. “But when she gets tired of you and runs back to Diggory, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, Weasel” he said before getting up.

Fred took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you came back. He didn’t want you to see him like this, even if you would probably notice something was wrong like you did whenever he was upset. I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you. He hated to admit it but, Adrian was probably right. Not about the part of you using him, of course, he had agreed to do this with you. But what was going to happen once this whole thing was over? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to just go back to being your friend. But what was he supposed to do? You didn’t love him back. Probably worse than Adrian being right, George was right. All along. He kept saying that this was the worst idea but he still did it. And now, he wasn’t sure how to out. Because he didn’t want to get out. But he knew you would.

“Hey” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts and sitting down next to him again. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line” you lied. You were trying to think of the best way to tell Fred that you were in love with him. But now his mood seemed to have shifted. “Is… everything okay?”

“Yeah” Fred quickly said, clearing his throat. But you could tell he was lying.

“Are you sure? You seem upset-”

“I’m fine, (Y/N)” he insisted. (Y/N). Not ‘love’ as he usually called you. Even more, now that the two of you were dating. You knew he was hiding something. Which was what really worried you. Fred never lied to you. “I’m gonna get something else to drink, okay?” he asked, getting up and walking away before you could respond.

“O-okay” you said, deflated. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to tell him after all.

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“I’m in love with Fred!”

“BLOODY HELL!” George jumped, sitting up on his bed. “What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if I had been naked?”

“I would have been scarred for life! Did you hear what I just said!”

“You can’t just barge in on me like that! What if I was taking a huge dump!”

“Well, you weren’t!”

“But what if I was?”

“Then, gross! Did you fucking hear what I said!”

“Yes, yes. You’re in love with Fred” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you, it’s just… well, everyone else thinks I’m already in love with him, you know? And now I am and I don’t know what to do! I didn’t see this coming!”

“Really? You didn’t think that pretending to date someone, holding hands, hugging, and kissing as much as you two do would make you develop feelings for him?”

“No…” you insisted but George glared at you. “Okay, fine! You were right! You said one of us would end up falling for the other and those feelings would not be reciprocated and IT HAPPENED!” you said, freaking out. “I’m the one! I’m the one who fell for Fred and now I don’t know what to do!”

“(Y/N), calm down. You’re overreacting!” he laughed.

“OVERREACTING?! No! George, I fucked up! We promised we wouldn’t do this! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be with Fred anymore, but I also don’t want to break up with him because… well, I do want to be with him! But that’s not fair to him! That would be extremely selfish of me so… what do I do now?”

“Well… you could… tell him how you feel?” George suggested.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or… or, I don’t tell him and then I save myself from embarrassment when he rejects me!” you said, slapping his arm.

“So what is your plan then, to fake date him until he falls in love with you?”

“Do you think that could work?”

“(Y/N), this is ridiculous! Just talk to him and sort this out so you can both admit that you love each other and stop driving me crazy!” he snapped, widening his eyes when he realized what he had just said. He hoped he was wrong, but the look on your face told him that he had just fucked up.

“What did you just say?” you asked nervously.

“Uh... um... n-nothing! I said nothing at all!” he panicked.

“George!”

“I just said that you should tell Fred that you love him-!”

“No, no, no.... the, um, the... love 'each other' part?”

“E-each other? I don’t recall saying anything about each other-”

“Oh, Merlin!” you gasped. “Fred- Fred’s in love with me?”

“Did I- uh? Did I say that? I don’t think I’ve said that!”

“George!”

“Alright, fine! You two are a couple of idiots that are ridiculously in love with each other and are too idiots to notice!”

“W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he… want to go out with me? R-really? Not this fake thing we’ve been doing?”

“Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something!”

“George, this is serious!”

“Look, if Fred finds out that I told you this, he’s going to kill me!”

“If you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll kill you!” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Fine” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“How long has Fred been in love with me?”

“Probably since the day we met you on the Hogwarts Express, but he admitted it to me a few years ago” he said. “You didn’t really notice? You’re the only one he lets call him ‘Freddie’” he said.

“That’s not true, you call him Freddie!”

“Yes, whenever I make fun of you!”

“W-well, why didn’t he ever say anything to me?”

“Why do you think, (Y/N)? For the exact same reason you were just freaking out about him finding out you love him” he explained. “He didn’t want to make things weird between you two” he told you. “That’s also why he kind of distanced himself from you when you were dating Diggory” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Oh, Merlin” you said, sitting on one of the desks. “Then… w-why did he agree to pretend to date me? Now I feel horrible” you told him.

“See, this is why I said it was a bad idea. I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want him to get hurt because I knew the more time he would spend with you, the more he would fall for you. I must admit though, you falling in love with him was a plot twist” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you glared at him. “Wait, so… this is a good thing!”

“What is?”

“I love Fred and he loves me so… I just have to talk to him so we can be together… but you know, seriously this time” you told him.

“Really?” he glared at you. “That’s the first thing I told you to do and you yelled at me and you slapped my arm!”

“Well, that was before I knew Fred loved me too!”

“Okay, so… now you know” he smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s a good question! I mean, I’m gonna tell him, but how should I tell him?”

“For Merlin’s sake! Just walk over to him and tell him!”

“What if I do it at the Yule Ball? Don’t you think that would be romantic?”

“Sure, whatever ends this conversation” George said, exasperated.

“George!” you glared at him.

“What do you want me to say?” he laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair” you sighed. “I’ll tell him at the Yule Ball. I’ve decided” you smiled.

“Brilliant” he smiled, trying to be supportive.

“Just, do me a favor?”

“What’s that, love?”

“Don’t tell Fred” you told him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“George! I promise I will tell him!”

“Okay!”

“I’m not joking, George. You have to pinky promise me!”

“Fine!” he said, sticking out his pinky. “I pinky promise!”

“You know that this is bigger than an unbreakable vow, right?”

“How is this big than an unbreakable vow? If you break an unbreakable vow you die!”

“Yeah, but if you break my pinky promise, I will kill you in a much more painful way than any unbreakable vow ever could” you said staring at him dead in the eyes. “Got it, Weasley?” you asked, glaring at him and George tried to not look as nervous as he actually was.

“G-got it!”

To Be Continued

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 6?! xD I think this story has two or three chapters tops left, depending on the inspo I have (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)

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[randoauthor]

Baking Cookies (B.B)

Pairings: Rooster x Reader, Platonic!Bob x Reader, Ex!Hangman x Reader, Platonic!Pheonix x Reader, Platonic! Maverick x Reader

Warnings: swearing, Rooster being adorable, fluff sweater then the chocolate chip cookies!

Word Count: 1.2K

Author's Note: Hii everyone! The next chapter of Love Letters to No One should be out in the next day or so! I just started two new jobs so I am trying to balance that along with everything else! For now though please enjoy this super sweet fic as an apology for not having the next part of LLTON done yet!

"Mav, (y/n)'s baking again!" Bob called out from the common space, worry airing in his voice.

You've been in the shared space kitchen since the clock read 4:56 a.m. After about four cups of coffee, you have a wonderful spread of delicious desserts ranging from brownies to cupcakes, and you had a bowl of cookie dough in front of you.

"I'm fine Bob just heartbroken." You say with a sign.

It's not every day that your Naval Aviator boyfriend goes to visit his dad. And end up in bed. With a flight attendant.

"(Y/n), ya know it's always better to talk about it," Mav said, moving to sit at the bar stool in front of you, "I mean all of us enjoy the baked goods you make but please, when was the last time you slept?"

You don't look up from the bowl you have been violently stirring for the past few minutes. "It's not like it matters, I have yet to cause an accident in the sky." Bob and Pheonix begin to cautiously move in.

"Just because you haven't caused one yet (y/n), doesn't mean you won't," Pheonix said, her eyes filled with sorrow. "You need rest."

You let out a soft chuckle, why did everyone care now? When Jake came home with a hickey why did no one care then?

You were going to open your mouth to say something when the door came flying open.

"Damn does it smell good in here!" Rooster's tan face came beaming into the room, clearly unaware of how to read one. "(y/n) you baking again?" He gave me a questioning glance.

"(Y/n) hasn't slept in days. Actually, all she has been doing is baking. Since Hangman got home a week ago." Bob said reaching for a slice of fudge. Rooster sent a glance from your annoyed face to the bowl you were still stirring. "Ya know hangman isn't all that great (y/n)."

Looked up at graze past all the worried faces you finally land on Rooster, and that man is standing there, with a smile on his face.

"You know you don't have to be cocky about this right Rooster? I know you've said you hate that we are together, and believe me even when your lips weren't moving your facial expressions clearly said it." You spit.

Ever since the mission ended you and hangman had been seeing each other. From the late-night phone calls to the secret glances at each other during briefings, and even the jokes you guys share. You two were inseparable.

So when you walked into the door of your apartment and found a pair of heels on the floor.

You never wear heels. Let alone heels that cost at least 400 dollars. And you don't smell like a rose. And you knew for a fact that the giggling from your bedroom wasn't coming from you.

Tears were pricking your eyes. You needed to stop the conversation. You needed to leave the room. "you know what screw it, I'm going to bed." Pheonix and Bob were happily munching on whatever sweet treats were left gave you a concerning look but don't go to press the topic anymore.

"(Y/n) wait!" You didn't care that Rooster was calling behind you.

"Shit (Y/n) I didn't know you were on your way home." Jake scrambled to stand off the bed. The girl below him avoided eye contact. "I promise this isn't what it looks like."

You didn't care.

"You have five minutes Jake, get your shit and get out of my home." Anger boiled in your stomach your eyes pricked with tears and you move your eyes from him to her. "And I highly suggest that next time you go to fuck someone else's partner maybe don't wear such expensive items." The girl nodded fearfully as you turned on your heel and walked. All the way out of your apartment.

A soft knocking at your door pulls you from your thoughts. As the brown-haired boy popped his head into the room. "Hey, (y/n)." You nod subtly, acknowledging his presence as he takes a seat next to you on the bed, as he holds a napkin in his large hand.

“Are you okay?” He looks over at you sparingly and you nod slightly sniffling back tears.

“I just I thought Jake was the one. And then he pulls something like that.” You said solemnly. Rooster puts a arm around your shoulder and pulls you two closer together. “Do you wanna know something funny?” He asks glancing down at you.

“As long as it’s not I told you so then yeah go for it.” He chuckled and started rubbing softly up an down your arm. “I think you are pretty awesome, and I know it’s probably gonna take you a very long time to even want to start thinking about dating again but I want you to know once you are ready I am here.” You look at him questioningly praying that he continues.

And he does.

“Look (y/n), I think you are awesome and the only reason I gave you to cocky attitude while you and Jake were together was because I knew deep down he wasn’t the right one for you. I knew eventually he’d fuck up and you’d get hurt and I don’t want that. Ever.”

He opens his hand promptly showing you two chocolate chip cookies wrapped in a napkin. “ I finished them up with the help of Phoenix once you left. You giggle.

“I really am sorry (y/n).” You cut him off by kissing his cheek lightly, but enough that his tan cheeks turn to a pinkish tint.

Grabbing a cookie out of his hand and take a bite, the fact that they are still warm making it taste a hundred times better.

“Hey I think they taste a little burnt.” You joke, Rooster clearly not catching on, “oh, oh god, did I ruin the cookies? I am so sorry if I ruined the cookies I know you worked so hard on them and I didn’t even think so figure out proper time or anything like that and I just—“

Rooster glances down at you, fast asleep on his shoulder. He gently pulls the cookie out of your hand and takes both of them back into the napkin, setting it softly on the side table.

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Maverick, Phoenix, nor Bob had heard anything from Rooster or (y/n) in a while. “Do you draw sticks?” Phoenix questions, making Maverick laugh. "No Phoenix, I’ll go check on them."

Creeping slowly down the hallway he comes to (y/n)’s room, knocking softly on the door. But when a response doesn’t come he leaks his head in quietly to find you and Rooster. Out cold leaning up against your wall. He smiles as he shuts the door softly retreating back to the others.

“(Y/n)‘s asleep and surprisingly so is Rooster.” Maverick chuckles.

“At least (y/n)’s finally sleeping,” Phoenix started to say before the smell of smoke flooded her nostrils, “Shit the cookies!”

Bob frantically retrieves them burnt discs from the oven setting them on the stove top.

And while you and Rooster are past out in your bedroom, the other three agree to never let that moment leave the three of them.

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[beanieman]

Idk if you have already made this but how do you think the YTTD cast spend their Christmas? (does anyone spend it alone, commits dumb stuff or just enjoying a cake with a family)

Idk if this is a good time to ask about that since December is still far, but you could answer it later so ig it wouldn't matter :D

Time is an illusion and I'll post holiday headcanon's anytime.

Sara Chidouin - Sara and her parents have gone ice skating every Christmas since she was little. It's a tradition for sure, but Sara's made a new one in the last few years and that's meeting with Joe and Ryoko in the afternoon to hang out.

Joe Tazuna - Joe volunteer's for Christmas. He visits the local dog shelter, helps the elderly carry the groceries into their house, and goes door to door for charity.

Gin Ibushi - Gin and his family usually watch Christmas movies all day after opening gifts in the morning. They have a very lowkey Christmas but a fun one!

Keiji Shinogi - Keiji goes to see his Mom. The have a small dinner but they spend the most of the day talking about...everything. Keiji's childhood, what they're up to these days, and what tv shows they like to watch. It's always a great day.

Alice Yabusame - Alice listens to Christmas music all day. He doesn't do much else to celebrate, but he really enjoys the songs echoing around his walls.

Reko Yabusame - Reko and a few of her bandmates go caroling! They use it almost as promotion for their band, as most people really like Reko's voice. However, even if they don't check out her band Reko just likes to sing.

Nao Egokoro - A town next to Nao's does a tree lighting ceremony. She always goes to watch because she loves the aesthetic and the feeling of togetherness.

Kazumi Mishima - Mishima usually makes crafts that make him smile, such as cut out snowflake papers, a homemade wreath, and snow globes. He leaves them out until February long after everyone is begging him to take them down.

Q-taro Burgerberg - Q-Taro turns up at the orphanage with a Santa outfit. He's their Kris Kringle for the day and even brings them some gifts.

Kai Satou - Kai makes a nice gingerbread house to display in the Chidouin home. The best one he ever made in his opinion was an exact replica of their home.

Kanna Kizuchi - After opening gifts in the morning Kanna and Kugie go to their local park and play on the swings. They talk about life and joke about silly things that make them laugh. Overall, Kanna just spends her day wit her sister.

Shin Tsukimi - Shin is always sent a ton of gifts by his parents. They spoil him to a large degree, but Shin enjoys having more things to go in his apartment. After opening all their gifts he makes a nice homemade pot of soup as a gift to himself.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - He has a very average Christmas. Some of his family comes over, some he likes, and some he doesn't, and they all have a big meal. Afterwards everyone leaves and he listens to Christmas music for a bit before bed.

Naomichi Kurumada - Naomichi hangs out at the local ski resort on Christmas. Just because it's the holidays doesn't mean he doesn't find extreme joy in sports.

Anzu Kinashi - It's a tradition in Anzu's family to play board game for Christmas. They usually end with someone rage quitting Monopoly but it's so much fun before that.

Mai Tsurugi - Mai makes Christmas cookies of all kinds! Sugar cookies, chocolate chip, gingerbread, and oatmeal.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Shunsuke just goes into work. He drives around looking at the decorations later, but other then that he's not a big holiday guy.

Hinako Mishuku - Hinako just takes the opportunity to drink eights cups of hot chocolate without judgment.

#asks #YTTD #Your Turn To Die #sara chidouin #Joe Tazuna #Keiji Shinogi #Kanna Kizuchi #q taro burgerberg #Shin Tsukimi #Reko Yabusame #nao egokoro #Gin Ibushi #Kazumi Mishima #Alice Yabusame #Kai Satou #ranmaru kageyama #naomichi kurumada #ANzu Kinashi #Mai Tsurugi #shunsuke hayasaka #hinako mishuku

[adarafaelbarba]

Mistletoe

Who’s is who: Christopher, Rachel and Henrietta - Gina. Mia and Harry - Theresa. Sylvie, Colin and Marcus - Bella.

“Detective y/l/n? Someone’s here to see you.” Garry at the front desk said.

Telling him you would be right down, you told Fin you’d be right back.

Down in the lobby Garry pointed you towards the woman sitting in a chair and you recognized her right away. 

“Mia? Hey, everything okay?”

She came over to you, and the two of you shared a quick hug.

«Hey, yeah, all good. I just—you told me to come to you if I ever needed. And I wanted to ask you a favor, if you’re free.»

You motioned for her to sit and to go on. 

«I was hoping you would help me watch my siblings and cousins this weekend. Do a bit of Christmas baking? Make some cards? We could help you decorate too if you’ve not started.»

A smile crossed your face as you listened to her.

«Did you aunts and mom ask you to watch them again?»

She nodded, blushing. 

«I’ve already decorated, but I would love to have you all over. We could bake and then watch some Christmas movies?»

You’d never seen her so relieved in the short time you’d known her, and it made you smile wide.

«Please! That would be so great. I owe you!»

«Nah, I love hanging out with you guys.»

…

Saturday came soon enough and you went with Mia to pick everyone up. Much to the delight of the moms.

Gina in particular practically threw her youngest children at you. «You’re both stars for doing this!»

With the youngest of the flock strapped to your chest, and the eldest holding one kid each by the hand, you all made it back to your Manhattan apartment where everything had been prepared for the arrival.

They all got an apron on, to salvage their clothes, and later on your furniture, and then set to work. The youngest got to make some of the shapes. Mia, Christopher, Rachel and Harry were in charge of doing cutting and the oven, with strict instructions of being careful from the two eldest. 

Soft music played in the background as you all did your bit. You mostly looked over, making sure everything was okay, holding Marcus who dozed off every now and then.

«y/n, are you going to be our new auntie?» Henrietta asked, looking at you with wondering eyes. 

Everyone’s eyes fell on you.

«What makes you ask that Hen?» You hand pushing some of her curls off her face.

«You’re dating uncle Sonny—»

Henrietta’s older brother Christopher quickly jumped in, «They’re not dating Hen—»

«He just has a crush on her.» Sylvie said, as if it was obvious.

Mia and Christopher looked at you with an apologetic face.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

Rachel quickly dried her hands and ran to open. «Uncle Sonny?!»

«Whatcha doin here Rach?» He asked, sounding confused.

«We’re baking.»

She appeared with Sonny in the kitchen not too long after, and everyone cheered, while you tried to cover Marcus’ ears to keep him sleeping. 

«You’re all here—». His eyes landing on you, holding his sleeping nephew. «Need any help, y/l/n?» 

«Maybe help them get washed and ready for the movie. Mia, do you mind helping me with the popcorn and hot chocolate?»

She agreed, and you sent the others to the bathroom to get washed.

Sonny had tried taking Marcus from you, but the little boy had just held on around your neck, so there you stood, stirring the content in the pot with one hand while Mia handled the popcorn.

«He does like you though. Talks about you a lot.» She confessed, looking to you.

«Does he?» She nodded, and it made you blush.

You had been harboring a crush on him since you joined SVU a year ago. Looking for any excuse to swing by his office at the DA’s office. But you’d always thought it was one-sided.

…

Soon enough everyone was sat in the living room, either on one of the couches or on the floor.

You’d gone back to pick up a plate of the cookies you’d made when you noticed Sonny standing in the archway separating the living room from the kitchen. And that’s when you finally noticed it, the mistletoe Grace had hung up cause «You never know, you might get lucky.»

He looked up when he saw your eyes locked to it. Both frozen for a bit before you decided to at least just kiss his cheek.

«Detective?» He sounded surprised again when you placed the plate on the counter behind you. You then grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself and leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Leaning back to look at him, he cupped your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you.

It was short and soft, but it was everything. And you felt your head was spinning.

«Maybe we can talk about this after the kids are all home?» You suggested, feeling Marcus stirr in your arms, finally finished with his nap.

«Yeah. I’d like that.» He dipped in to steal one more kiss before grabbing the plate and walking into the living room with you.

~~~

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[radioghosts-freakster]

salmon and rosewood for rockstar? :3c

HI RO!!! Thanks so much for the ask, I appreciate it ☺️💖✨️ Unfortunately I already answered Rosewood for Rockie here, but I'll definitely answer Salmon for ya 💖

In fact, just for some silly fun, I'll pick a random question to answer in the place of your old one because I'm feeling in a lovey-gushy husband mood rn!! 😉

Salmon: If you and your f/o played something like the Newlywed Game together, how well do you think both of you would do?

Tbh I think we would both be amazing at this game because firstly, I've known about Rockie for such a long time now, heh! Every event in C.ooki.e R.u.n that's involved him I've either played myself or watched YouTube letsplays/compilations on if I haven't reached that point yet! I spend an uncanny amount of time paying attention to every detail I can spot, picking things apart, and gleaning what I can from what I've discovered! I just... really enjoy admiring him, learning about him, and caring about his passions/dreams/relationships... He's more than just a character or f/o to me. He's my husband and soulmate in life (hence our upcoming marriage waaaaaa 🥰💖)

Secondly, Rockie is a very perceptive and caring Cookie himself. He goes out of his way to help any friends, or even strangers, in need! His heart is gigantic, and he's always trying to support others and share advice that he's learned the hard way so that it might be able to spare them some of the pain that he went through. My guy is wise, kind, a great listener... so there's no doubt in my mind that he's listened to me ramble about a zillion things by now! He may even know me better than I do xD

Chocolate Cosmos: If your f/o was talking about you to someone like a close friend, how exactly would they talk about you? How would they describe you? Characterize you? And how often do they talk about you to other people?

Oh boy... heh. Rockstar doesn't just do this with close friends - he mentions me to anyone and everyone who's willing to listen cjfbjfngmghb 😳🫣💖💖💖💖

He loves to bring me up whenever he gets the opportunity; and since he always has a group of at least five or so fans swarming him, whether out in public or online, he then has near endless opportunities to slip me into the conversation! Sometimes, it even happens by complete accident! He's so used to me being a part of his life that he can't resist a passing comment or two about his partner, which invites more questions that he eagerly answers, and yeah! It's a huge af cycle LOL. He tends to call me his baby whenever he talks about me, too. That's one of his favorite forms of endearment, placing 'my' in front of any sweet pet name he can think of to use. And I totally don't mind if he calls me babe/baby! I personally think it's sweet, just the right amount of possessive! He's a very laid-back and trusting kinda guy, so he's never really jealous or worried about losing me, but he does love to show the world that I'm his forever and ever anyway, hehe. He's a rocker, after all! It makes sense that he enjoys putting on a bit of a show 🥰 (plus he constantly wants to boast about how proud he is of me so... *sniffle*... 😭💖)

As for how he'd describe me? Hmm... I think he would say something about how kind I try to be, no matter what. I make a huge effort to treat everyone with respect and care, so Rockie would definitely notice and appreciate that part of me. I mean, of course he loves all of me already, but y'know... for the sake of this question, I'm getting specific 😉 Also, I think he would love talking about how soft I am, both personality and body-wise!! I'm the type who needs a lot of hugs and reassurance, especially when my anxiety starts to make me overthink everything, so he's definitely happy to help me relax. Being hugged by him is such a comfort and I always tell him thank you, or I apologize for needing so much comfort in the first place; but he just lifts my chin and gently tells me that I don't need to ever apologize for that. Then he kisses me so softly that I have no choice but to believe him... 😢💖 He says that he'll hug me as many times as I want because he loves hugging me, too! I like to imagine him gushing to everyone about how soft my hugs are, like hugging a pillow or a cloud... telling them all about how one of his favorite things to do is to hold me, touch me, rub my arms, legs, stomach... not in a sexual way or anything! Just loving and appreciating all of me, making sure that I know I'm loved. That all of me is loved. He can never stop mentioning how deeply he cares for me or all the countless things he loves about me... He's literally the sweetest husband ever ☺️💖

AND he's the type of guy who instantly pulls out his phone to show off every single one of his favorite photos of me, telling the story behind each of them with a soft grin! Even if they're kinda embarrassing (like me with quote-unquote 'adorable' bedhead hair 🫣)

#🎸 #📚 #📬 #🗯 #💬 #That last question got so long LMAO #But I had a lot of fun writing it too!! It's nice to think about what your f/os love about you 💖 #I hope this is as fun to read as it was to write ^^

[spacewassocool]

Hello again.

Could I request the space crew + crew! mack and he! mack conforting a tired and depressed captain

many things on the ship want to go kabom! and the cap is running from one thing from the other and they haven't called any of the crew because they were also tired from all the work

sorry if this is to especific...

today was a difficult day at work :( I just want to be conforted by my favorite people

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG AAAAH

Many chaos happening

PLEASE ENJOY!!!

Fandom: ISWM Pairings: None Pronouns: You/Yourself Warnings: Blood mention, mention of guns and shooting Word count: 800ish?

I don't think I've said this but my first language is not English. please do not go after me for saying something wrong.

What a wonderful week it has been.. Not. Everything has been going wrong, stuff exploded, all your notes had accidentally been thrown away, you were constantly running into stuff being moved around. Yet you never got to complain. You were the Captain of the Invincible II, you could not let your crew down. When ADS went off and started shooting everyone, you were there and fixed it, despite being shot in the leg, you kept on going. Oh no, looks like Cyro is freezing everyone, off you go captain. 

Now you were tired, there were purple bags under your beautiful and/or handsome eyes. Your legs kept giving out, you didn't get any sleep for ages. You didnt really eat or anything a normal human should do. 

Mark

He found you passed out outside Cryo. My man was terrified.

Being the strong boy that he is, he brought you to the bedroom that was for emergency purposes

When you wake up, you can see him sitting next to your bed, bumping his leg up and down.

“Oh my gosh I’m so glad that you’re okay. Here have some water”

Then he hands you a croissant instead of water because he’s so distracted.

After talking to him about what has been happening the past week, he connects the dots in his tiny brain.

So that's why you were avoiding him, you were tired and sad

He gets it now.

Immediately patches up any wounds that you have, gets you to do it by yourself if its in a place you dont want him looking.

Cries and hugs you when he sees you because my boy is scared that you’ll pass out again

Follows you around because he wants to help you forever now

Gunther

He sees you laying down at your desk, just mentally screaming

Immendly squats down to your level to ask whats wrong.

Shoots your chair leg to force you to go to bed

Don't ask questions

Get in the bed

Asks a lot of questions

Thats how you know he’s serious

Wants you to rest

He’ll get Mark to take charge. The Captain cannot be workin in this condition

“Okay, next time ADS goes off, tell me.”

Threatens to shoot anyone who goes near you while you’re sleeping

Celci

Sees you outside Cryo leaning on the door for dear life

“Woah Cap, whats going on?”

Escorts you to her private room

Defo makes you hot chocolate

Talks to you about everything

Reasons to you about why you shouldn't feel the need to fix everyone else's problems

A Lot of cuddles to make up for everything

Rechecks all of the security systems to try and figure out what caused the mess

Just a huge sweetheart

Helps you get more sleep

Burt

This man notices right away that you arent okay

But he does not say anything due to social anxiety

Sends you messages but gets worried when you don't respond

When he finally gets the courage to go ask what's wrong, you are nowhere to be seen.

After searching for 10 minutes, he finds you crying in a cupboard

Hugs you like the MAN he is

Asks you what's wrong and takes you to his safespace

Comfort baking anyone?

Yep, you guys make cookies together

Forces you to get a good night sleep

Just a really good guy

Crew Member! Mack

Since he is such a good member of the crew, he likes to keep logs on everyone

And there is not a person whom he cares more for than the Captain.

However, he has become rather concerned lately 

His favourite person is not doing so great

He knocks on your office to try and talk to you, only to find you in the corner looking done with life, and also fast asleep

Much like Mark, Mack has big boy strength, so picking you up is no problem.

Take you to the Captains quarters!!

Tucks you in and does a scan of your injuries, covers up the most serious ones

Tracks your breathing because he loves you so much (Why am i making him a yandere)

When you wake up, bombards you with questions

When he realises he’s overwhelming you, shuts himself up

Just lets you talk

Pets your shoulder

He’ll be here for you

Head Engineer! Mack

Just another day in the ship, say where is his Captian, he wants to complain.

Notices a trail of blood leading up to your room

Immediately panics

Uses his override code to open the door

Sees you at your desk, crying and just being done with all the work you have to do

Hugs from the back people

This is huge guys

He does not like physical touch

The fact that he willingly gave it to you is a privilege

Honestly, just holds you while you cry

He knows how tough space can be

Must be even worse when you’re a captain

Listens to all your problems (that's a first)

After you’ve calmed down, leaves to go find whomever fucked everything up

In all, he’s here for you, and will never leave your side.

#in space with mack #mack #head engineer #ISWM #In space #iswm part two #in space with markiplier #writers on tumblr #markiplier #celci #burt #yandere? #fiction #iswm #request

[penaltbox]

oh a girls trip?? i hope you had fun! and i know im sooo happy for them!! awww j good im so happy to hear that. guys are ridiculous sometimes but like you said, lucky theyre cute. and thank you, im excited about the costume! and that T agreed 😂 ooh what kind of cookies did you make?

and j omg. T and i went to his teammate’s house for a sunday football get together. it was super fun! and that teammate and his wife have a little girl who was a bit shy at first but by the end she sat next to me on the couch and talked away. i loved it! she was great hahah. she asked her mom if i could come over again when we were leaving 😂 but also getting to know everyone and meeting more of the team was nice. it was nice that T was there for support too lol. and seeing some of the “wags” i know but with T this time was good too. T and i went to mine and he is spending the night lol but he is so touchy and needy. and i was like what got into you. and he shrugged. but then said it was just me being me and i was like what does that mean lol. and he said seeing me be so good with his teammate’s kid was a nice reminder for our future and i literally almost cried 😭 and we had a kind of big convo about our living arrangements for next year🙈 but hes talking to his mom right now 🥺 so ofc i had to update you lol

It was very fun!! I made homemade chocolate chip cookies and they were a big hit at work lol. Not one left to take home but that’s okay with me (I eat a bunch as soon as they come out of the oven lol).

Uhm that sounds like the cutest damn Sunday ever!! Why does T constantly push the bar up for how great a boyfriend should be?? 🥺🥺 that’s literally the sweetest thing ever that he was thinking about the future again. Are we making a big kid decision soon?? I’ll scream from excitement for you!

[officialscaramouche]

ayo feel like doing a gorou confession fic for me? pretty please with sprinkles on top (you know that fucking tiktok)

Ofc Pizzato anything for u my dear 🥰

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1,969

You heard a couple friendly knocks on your office door, eyes glancing to the clock to see it was a little past noon and you knew exactly who it was. “Come in,” you chime, putting down your pen and stretching upwards with a smile.

“Helloooooo!” You hear as the door swung open, Kazuha flaunting an envelope between his fingers. “Letter time!”

You sweep to your feet and give him grabby hands. “Give it to me!” He chuckles and places the thin paper into your hands. “Tell me who it is already,” you giggle as you rip it open and slide the letter out.

“No,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I keep my promises.”

You quirk and eyebrow before you fold open the letter. “Even if I bribe you with dango?”

Kazuha smiles. “Even if you bribe me with dango.”

You grunt and groan but it quickly stops when you unfold the letter, reading the contents.

Good afternoon, cupcake, it starts. You blush at the pet name. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I’ve just won the office lottery! I’m going to ask for more snacks in the break room. That way, everyone benefits too! Specifically though, I want more sakura mochi! The ones you made for us were delicious. Share your recipe? :3

I adore you, your secret admirer.

You squeeze the letter to your chest and squeal, your face warm from blushing and your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh, Kazuha, whoever this person is, I really wish they’d come up and confess!”

Kazuha tuts and wiggles his finger. “But then the mystery wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Screw mystery!” You squealed, gazing down at the illegible and scratchy handwriting, the mysterious stains and fur all over the page. “I’m ready to hear these words in person.”

Just then there was a knock on your door and a quick turn of the knob, one of the top brass leaning against your door frame. “Good morning, Chatty Cathy’s,” sang a familiar voice and ear twitches.

You wave while Kazuha bows, hiding the letter behind your back. “Good morning, General Gorou.”

The tail behind his back wagged discreetly as the two men share a knowing glance. “Kazuha,” the general clears his throat. “May I speak with you?”

The samurai nods his head and gives you a little wave as he walks out the door. “Bye boys!” You sing, tucking the letter back into the envelope and putting it away.

The next day, as routine, a little past noon you heard three friendly knocks on your door. You excitedly put your pen down, closing your ledger and standing out of your chair and onto your feet. “Kazuha,” you grinned. “Come in!”

He pushed the door open with his back, lugging a big box with some plastic sticking out from the top. “I’m just a mule to you guys aren’t I?” He groaned, lifting the box up and onto your desk. “This is ridiculous.”

You stood on your tippy toes to try and peek inside the box without being obnoxious. “What is it?” You hum, getting more and more restless.

“Your letter, what else?” He kind of snapped, letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. “I wish he’d confess too. That way I don’t have to carry these things.”

You pulled back the top of the box that was just out of your reach. “Here,” pushing your hands away, Kazuha tore the box apart to expose a giant basket full of goodies and flowers. “The letter.”

Kazuha snapped the taped-on letter from the plastic and handed it to you. Wasting no time at all, you rip the envelope open and unfold the letter.

Dearest [Y/N], you’ve pierced my heart like an arrow through a target and I simply cannot get you off my mind. I heard from the grapevine that you wish for my confession. …Maybe I shall do so in the near future? It’s not that I do not want to be yours, but rather that you make me quite nervous. Still, we see each other for terribly brief moments but these moments are the most precious to me. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to finally tell you how I feel. In the meantime, please accept these treats and toys imported from across the globe. My favorite are the dog-shaped biscuits.

Your shy admirer.

Looking up from the letter you find Kazuha stuffing his face with some chocolatey cookies from within a tin box labeled ‘Fontaine.’ “Are those good?” You ask, reaching in and stealing one.

“Mhm,” Kazuha hums, taking a bite out of the one in his hand. “I’ve never had Fontaine chocolate. I guess the rumors about being the best were true.”

You melt under the sweet taste and crunchy texture, thinking that if your crush’s letters had a taste, it would be like this. “This is so nice,” you sigh, eyes sparkling as they gaze upon the basket. “Do you think he’s going to confess to me?”

Kazuha stares out the windows of your office that peer into the rest of the building, watching a certain general spill water on himself and the resistance leader. He takes another bite of a cookie. “Maybe.”

You squeal in delight and spin around in joy. “My heart’s beating so fast! I hope he does it soon or I’ll explode!”

Kazuha chuckles and playfully shoves you aside. “If you explode, I’m eating all of your snacks.”

“No! They’re mine!”

Weeks— almost a month— go by with no further letters. Kazuha stopped coming by, whether at noon or otherwise. The only knocks you got were visits from Kokomi about the budget or from other soldiers carrying reports and receipts from spending. Your heart ached at the sudden lack of contact, wondering if you had done or said something wrong.

Maybe your eagerness was intimidating and this mystery man just wanted someone to flirt with without commitment. Maybe he got bored of you. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Regardless, you wanted to try and spark it back up in case you’ve stepped on some toes without realizing. That night when you got home, you tossed the ingredients for sakura mochi into a bowl and got to mixing.

The office ate everything you brought before lunchtime rolled around. With such great success, you had confidence that he’d reach out to you tomorrow, if not today.

But alas you were left in silence once more, leaving your heart to crumble and ache. You were quick to recover, considering you never met the guy— let alone knew his name. But you had no time to be worrying anyway, because in a couple of days one of the squads were returning from the front lines and you needed to factor in medical costs. Apparently they took a hard hit when Sara Kujou showed up with her samurai. Kokomi was depending on you, and you didn’t want to let her down.

You spend these few days really crunching the numbers, making sure that every wounded soldier would get the basic medical necessities with some left over for any miscalculations. With every i dotted and every t crossed, you stuffed your report into a fancy envelope and handed it to Kokomi. “Thank you [Y/N] for your hard work under such a sudden timetable.” She thanked, tucking the envelope under her arm. “The team should be arriving tomorrow, so I will be submitting this for review immediately.”

You bow respectfully and offer your thanks for praise. “It’s no problem at all, Her Excellency. I was given ample time to prepare the balance sheet.” You begin to turn when you’re stopped once again by her.

“Before you go,” she smiles softly. “Would you mind helping out at the infirmary? We’re short handed right now with the sudden intake of Delusions.”

“Of course, Her Excellency. I will be there whenever you need me.”

You weren’t specialized in medics but you had helped around often enough to know the basics. And anyone could become a master at immediate medical attention after doing it so many times.

The flood of gurneys was a little disheartening to see, but you were still thankful for all that they do for the greater of the country. It must be scary being at the front lines, but everyone knew what they were signing up for.

You catch sight of Genera Gorou and Lord Kazuha chatting with Lady Kokomi before you were assigned to a batch of wounded soldiers, feeling a little bad for harboring ill feelings toward the young lord for disappearing. ‘You could’ve at least told me that you were leaving,’ you thought as you rinsed the injured area.

“I can take over from here,” the head medic stepped in, slipping on a new pair of gloves before getting a closer look at the soldier before you. With most of everyone patched up and recovering, the medic team was able to take control of the infirmary once again.

You wash your hands and check the clock. A little past noon. It’s funny how at this time you would’ve waited with bated breath for a couple of knocks. But not anymore.

You step out of the infirmary and find Kazuha and General Gorou sitting outside on the benches there. “Oh, hi boys,” you say surprised.

Kazuha grabs and shakes your hand. “Thank you for helping out our soldiers,” he says seriously.

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal,” you mutter. “I do this all the time.”

A calloused hand pushes Kazuha’s away and shakes your hand firmer, harder. “No, [Y/N],” Gorou says with a sort of oomph behind his words. “These are my men…my family. They would be suffering if not for your help.”

You look to the side uncomfortably, a little put-off by the tension in the air. “And that’s why—!” Gorou continues, suddenly eight decibels louder. You hold eye contact with the general, his face darkening into a deep red flush, his eyes glassy and ears twitching. He squeezed your hand harder and shut his eyes. “M-My C-C-Cupcake!!! P-Please let m-me take you on a date!!!!”

Kazuha winced at the loudness of his friend, covering one of his ears but still smiling nonetheless. The people walking by stared and mumbled, but it didn’t matter as you felt your heart pound against your chest. You felt your eyes well with tears as now your face flushed red, the general cautiously opening his eyes to see your trembling lips and pathetic pout. “A-Ah! [Y/N], don’t cry!!”

You tug on his hand hard, pulling the man into your arms and squeezing him tight. You sobbed into his chest, hearing and feeling how frantic his heart was beating as well. “You idiot!” You shout into his battle-worn chest. “Don’t disappear without telling me…”

Gorou caressed the back of your head and chewed on his lip, his tail drooping with guilt but twitching with excitement for being in your arms. “Did I…scare you?” He whispered tentatively, choosing his words carefully.

You pull away and wipe your eyes, Gorou watching you closely and holding tightly onto your waist. “I thought you got tired of me…because I stopped hearing from you.” Gorou frowned and cupped your face, thumbing your cheeks gently. “I even made sakura mochi and I didn’t—”

“You made sakura mochi??!??!!! Is there any left?!?” Gorou’s jaw dropped. He let you go to turn and run to the break room, halting before running back to embrace you once more. “Heh, uh…” he chuckled nervously. “I’d actually…rather hold you like this…”

You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your cheeks, flushing your body against his chest. “That’s okay,” you giggle. “There aren’t any left.”

You had no idea that his ears could flatten sadly like that.

#writing #Gorou #Gorou x reader #angst #fluff #oneshot #a stupid capricorn

[hiddennerdworld]

MHA Couples Dynamics with art by @leecheedoodles| Too Cool for Skool x Keener (Reader x Iida)

Masterlist

Warnings: none, all fluff stuff

A/N: eeeee I’m so excited about this. I saw this art and immediately was inspired. I would really like to do a series based on these. This is all thanks to leechee doodles here on Tumblr. They are v talented so check them out! I’ve seen others use their art, but if they don’t want me to I can always take it down. Enjoy :)

You and Iida definitely got off on the wrong foot

You guys didn’t hate each other per say, but you annoyed each other for sure

Iida just wanted his fellow classmates to be successful and tried to encourage you as class rep. And you just wanted to only take part in the aspects of hero work that you actually enjoy

In your own ways, you both stressed each other out

Iida would give you lectures any time you ditched class, saying you needed to be responsible in order to be the best hero you can be

You just stood and rolled your eyes the entire time with your arms crossed over your chest

Eventually, one day Iida just said fuck it (he didn’t actually phrase it that way bc he doesn’t use the bad words) and picked you up and carried you to class.

The whole time with you kicking and screaming, which doesn’t affect him bc he’s a fucking tree

This became routine. Iida was with you almost 24/7, keeping you in line. This caused even more tension between you guys

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Well you wouldn’t if you stopped acting like a baby and attended to your duties!” *snickers* “You’re gonna tell me you’re not a baby when you can’t even not laugh at the word ‘duty’?!!!”

The bickering wouldn’t stop and it was driving EVERYONE crazy

So as Aizawa solves all problems, he paired up the duo with pent up frustration for their final exam

You guys were rolling your eyes when you saw you had to work together but weren’t surprised tbh

It seemed like you guys weren’t gonna make it, but at the last second you were able to distract Cementoss and give Iida an in to dash up and capture him

You guys cheered and high fived when you realized you’d passed, the negative feelings towards each other forgotten

Afterward you guys had a talk.

“Good job out there today, Iida. I’m impressed on how you came up with a strategy so quick. I guess studying so much does actually help, huh.”

“Thank you, L/N! I appreciate the kind words, especially coming from someone who has such good control over their quirk like yourself!”

The whole time both of you were staring at the ground, blushing to hard to look at the other person while complimenting them. Iida still did the hand waving tho lmao

Afterwards, Iida still kept an eye on you always bc he thinks you have a lot of potential and wants you to do well

And you don’t find him as annoying anymore, so don’t really try to avoid him

This ends up with you guys basically just hanging out rather than him chaperoning you.

Training, studying, making food, you guys are together a lot

You and Iida occupied a table in the dining area for your studies for the millionth night in a row. The other students know better than to disturb you at this point. Yes, you guys are friends now, but you still bicker like an old married couple.

“I could really go for some ice cream right now,” you said while leaning back in your chair.

“L/N! You know that stuff isn’t good for you! Why do you wish to consume such sugary content?! Why don’t you eat an apple instead?!”

“I don’t think that’s how cravings work. Besides we have training tomorrow and always so I will still be keeping myself in shape. It’s one treat.”

“L/N, we are studying to become the best heroes! We need to be responsi-“

“But that’s just it! We are always going to be working to be the best we can be. You need to be able to enjoy yourself. Life isn’t all about work, you know?” You said standing up and grabbing his arm, “We’re going out. Come on!”

“Absolutely not! It is after curfew! It would be dangerous and-“ Iida lectured on and on until you guys were basically in front of the ice cream place. He tried to get you to stay back, but you were surprisingly strong when you were determined. (Also, he probably wasn’t resisting as much as he could’ve).

You guys went in and ordered. You got cookie dough with some chocolate syrup on top, and Iida got a scoop of vanilla on a cone, only because you insisted he get something. After you got the ice cream you went to a nearby park and sat on a bench.

“Mmmmmm this is so good. Totally worth it.” You say as you take your first bite, eyes closed while enjoying the delicious dessert.

“I’m not sure if it was worth breaking the rules, but as long you are enjoying yourself I guess it’s alright.”

“That’s because you got the most boring flavor. Here try some of mine.” You said raising a spoonful up to him.

This caused his face to go red and he stared at you with wide eyes for a few seconds before speaking. “No, L/N! I appreciate the offer but it would be inappropriate. Mine is perfectly fine and-“

As he was rambling, you shoved the spoon in his mouth, making him blush even harder. “L/N! You could’ve choked me.”

“But was it good though?”

“Yes, I suppose so.” He said at almost a whisper.

A shit-eating grin grew on your face, “Told ya so. See, Iida look.” You gestured over to the sight in front of you. There were people scattered throughout the park enjoying their night, and you could even see the glowing city in the distance. “We are a part of what makes this all possible. There wouldn’t be people out here living their lives if we didn’t keep them safe. It may not be too often, but we still get to relish in the world we created too. It reminds us why we do what we do.”

Iida couldn’t help but just stare at you for a hot minute. You looked gorgeous under the moonlight while you looked around in awe. You were more wise than he ever gave you credit for. He had always thought you were carefree, but actually you just had cared about things differently than him and he failed to realize.

“You’re right, L/N. We should be able to enjoy this more often.”

“We?”

“Of course. Why would I do something fun without you?” Now you started to get all flustered. Feeling heat rush to your face, you covered it with your hands and looked toward the ground. “Are you alright? Sorry I didn’t mean to say anything that would upset you.”

“No, don’t worry. You didn’t upset me. I would love to spend some time with you.”

So you guys did. Well you already spent a lot of time together already but now you guys would go out and do something fun if you had free time

Like instead of training on the weekends, you guys sometimes walked around the park.

And every time you’d go, you guys would also visit the ice cream shop you guys went to that one night and try a new flavor

You also were participating more in class. You’re grades were getting better from the beginning of your guys’ relationship, but now you actually were invested.

After a test, you would show Iida your grade and thank him for all his help, and he would be so proud and excited for you

Of course, your classmates started to catch onto you guys being more and more friendly with each other

Hagakure snuck up on you guys one day while you were studying. “Alright, when did you two start dating? We all thought you hated each other but now we know it was all an act to throw us off, so spill the beans.”

“Oh, no we’re not dating.” You replied

“Well..” Iida started to talk and your eyes darted towards him

“I mean now that someone has said it, I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you, L/N. I really enjoy my time with you and think you’re a great person. Could I take you on an official date?”

“Y-yea I would really like that.”

“Awwww that was so adorable! I can’t believe I just help you guys get together!” She skipped out of the room, on her way to tell everyone her accomplishments

“Sorry, L/N, that probably wasn’t the best timing.”

“Call me Y/N”

“O-oh okay… Y/N. I’m looking forward to going out with you.”

“Me too, Tenya.” You said smiling and grabbing his hand.

Barely anything was said the rest of the time, but you guys couldn’t stop smiling and you didn’t let go of each other’s hands. Safe to say no information was retained from this study session

#iida x reader #mha fluff #mha headcanons #tenya lida #iida headcanons #iida fluff

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Permafrost: Chapter 1

Summary: After Virgil agrees to follow Roman into the Imagination, a shift in the weather and an unfortunate misstep sends Virgil plummeting into uncharted waters. If only it didn't take a matter of life or death and a race against time to realize the Prince might not hate him after all.

TW: Drowning, progressing hypothermia, effects of severe cold

Notes: Romantic Prinxiety (pre relationship, they’re pining idiots) Right now I think this will only be a couple chapters, but let me know if I should make a taglist for this story!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“This is stupid,” Virgil said for the third time in the last ten minutes. “We’re gonna freeze to death.”

It was very clearly pissing Roman off, and if he wasn’t so miserable he’d be grinning like an idiot at the Prince’s clear exasperation. “We’re not going to freeze. Don’t be dramatic, Negative Nancy, that’s my thing.”

Virgil scoffed, glancing up at the expanse of snow covered trees towering overhead, branches bare and twisted, coated in sparkling white. It felt endless, everything around them perfectly identical and a little overwhelming.

He shuddered as the wind picked up again, drowning out anything he might have been about to say, and he absently shook off snow sticking to his shoes, really wishing he’d decided to wear his combat boots today.

Then again, he hadn’t expected to be trapped in the Imagination in below freezing weather.

“Let me complain, Princey,” he said, hoping that their familiar banter could make this whole thing suck a little bit less. “You’re the one that trapped me in here.”

“You’re the one that agreed to follow me,” Roman shot back, a little more sharp than Virgil had been hoping for. “You didn’t have to.”

“You invited me. And someone has to make sure you don’t get killed in here.”

“I’m perfectly capable,” Roman said. “The cold is no match for a dashing Prince! Besides, the beast is dead, my realm is perfectly safe when I need it to be- if it weren’t for someone refusing to enjoy the scenery, this might actually be a nice walk.”

“It’s freezing and we have to walk for another hour,” Virgil argued. “How the hell am I supposed to enjoy this?”

It hadn’t been snowing when they’d first stepped into the Imagination, some two hours ago now. It had been warm and sunny, the world around them lush and green, bright and inviting as Virgil followed Roman on his apparently routine adventure.

He hoped it hadn’t been obvious how excited he’d been when Roman had asked him to come along. He and the Prince had never been close, (that was putting it lightly, Virgil was all too aware of how much Roman hated Anxiety) but ever since Virgil had revealed his name things had been...better.

Not great, nowhere near perfect, but better. Their fights had started to devolve into banter, and Virgil found he actually enjoyed talking to Roman now. He wasn’t reduced to a villain anymore, and he’d never actually realized just how much he hated the tight feeling in his chest when Thomas had always dismissed him as the bad guy. He’d been pushing the hurt down for so long and now…

Now wasn’t the time to think about it. Now was the time to focus on moving forward, as shaky as the progress was sometimes. It was still progress.

Virgil knew Roman didn’t like him, and he probably had no intention of even being real friends, any effort to be polite for Patton and Logan’s sake only.

Which Virgil might have been able to live with, if he hadn’t recently figured out that he really, really liked Roman.

He’d sort of...not actually hated the Prince for a while now, just another hopeless, gnawing feeling that drove him to consider ducking out in the first place.

The feelings had come out of nowhere, slowly sneaking up on him and only growing now that they were closer, and he still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it.

The things Roman did that Virgil had once thought were annoying became...begrudgingly endearing. His rants, his dramatic gestures, the constant singing and humming under his breath...it was all so stupidly charming. Roman was funny and kind and passionate and brave and...and Virgil might have developed a little bit of a crush.

Dammit.

He knew nothing would come from it. He could be pretty stupid, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think otherwise. Roman had declared him an enemy since day one, and Virgil was just beginning to hope the Prince might actually tolerate him enough to call him a friend. Just a friend.  

But Roman had invited him into the Imagination today, to be an extra set of eyes while he slayed the monster patrolling the realm, and Virgil had agreed without a second thought. If he and Roman could just learn to coexist...Virgil didn’t need anything else. Anything was better than being hated.

And having Roman as a friend was far from the worst thing in the world. It still gave him the Prince’s smiles, his laughs, and his company.

That being said, trudging through the snow and freezing his ass off for the next hour was not how he’d like to be spending the day. Why couldn’t Princey invite him to do something normal like watching a movie?

“Aren’t you supposed to be Creativity?” Virgil called over the wind picking up. God, it was cold. “Why can’t you just change the weather back?”

Roman had his back to him, keeping a few paces ahead, but Virgil could practically feel his eye roll. “I don’t control the weather here. Thomas does.”

“Thomas?”

“Not intentionally,” Roman said. “When it’s snowing like this, it probably means he’s worried or…or stressed about something.”

Virgil didn’t miss the slight hesitation, the way Roman glanced back at him, and he instinctively hunched his shoulders and pulled his hood tighter around himself.

It wasn’t his fault. He knew everyone liked to point fingers and place the blame on Anxiety whenever Thomas wasn’t feeling his best, but Virgil wasn’t here to hurt him. He just wanted to help, and he’d been trying so hard to be better lately, but he still managed to be the bad guy.

He opened his mouth to mutter an apology the Prince would probably only scoff at, but Roman beat him to it.

“Ignore that,” he said quickly, tone suddenly nowhere near his usual bravado. “I didn’t mean to imply...nevermind. Sorry.”

It was clearly forced and a little desperate, just like it had been in front of the others whenever Roman would catch himself on an insult or a nickname, but Virgil found he appreciated the effort all the same. As awkward as it was.

“It’s fine,” Virgil said. “Seriously, it’s whatever. I’ll...I can check on Thomas when we get back.”

Roman didn’t respond, but he did look over once again to flash Virgil a genuine smile, and he forcibly pushed down the butterflies rising up in his chest. It was just Roman. He was not about to get flustered because Roman had smiled at him.

But maybe it was a sign that they were getting somewhere. Maybe-

“Shit!”

Virgil froze, Roman’s curse almost drowned out by the sudden CRACK that echoed through the snowy forest. A chunk of ice broke under Roman’s boot, just big enough for him to stumble, his leg disappearing up to his knee.

“God dammit that’s freezing!”

“I thought the cold didn’t bother you,” Virgil teased before he could stop himself. He moved to help, only for Roman to hold out a warning hand. “You ok?”

“I’m fine.” The Prince wobbled a bit before he managed to pull his leg up and out of the ice, the soaked and dripping cloth clinging to his skin. “Except that my leg is going to fall off!”

Virgil couldn’t imagine how cold that must be, to feel icy cold wind against soaked clothes, but he could recognize that Roman wasn’t actually hurt or scared, despite the way he’d started shivering a bit. Thank god the water was only up to his knee.

“Stop panicking,” Virgil said, and smirked despite his own rising worry. “That’s my thing, Princey.”

Roman scoffed and shook out his leg, drops of water seeping into the plush white snow. The ice they hadn’t even realized they’d been walking on creaked under the movement and Virgil paled, eyes flying to Roman who quickly noticed the anxious side’s distress.

“Relax,” the Prince said. ���It was just a weak spot, and it’s only a couple inches deep. I could reach the bottom.”

“We should still be worried about getting our clothes wet in this weather.” It seemed to have gotten colder, even as Virgil remained perfectly dry. “Didn’t Logan do a whole lecture about hypothermia a few years ago?”

“We’re not getting hypothermia, Panic at the Everywhere. Logan gives a lecture on everything. Worst case scenario is I come down with a little cold, and our dear Patton feels guilty and smothers me for a few days.”

Virgil laughed, carefully stepping around the hole Roman had created. “I’m pretty sure it’s not Patton’s fault you’re so clumsy.”

“No, but he practically forced me to bring you out here.” And just like that Virgil’s good mood was gone, stomach twisting uncomfortably as the words set in.

It shouldn’t be a surprise- of course Roman wouldn’t voluntarily spend the day with him. Patton wanted everyone to get along for Thomas’s sake, and he’d made Roman drag Virgil along like an unwanted nuisance.

“Oh.”

“So if we look miserable enough when we get back, we can coax Pat into making us cookies and hot chocolate,” Roman said, and he didn’t seem to notice Virgil’s shift in mood. “Just try to watch your step, ok?”

Roman clearly didn’t think he had said anything wrong, only scowling at his now soaking wet pant leg before turning to continue forward. He obviously thought Virgil knew this, that he wasn’t stupid enough to think he was actually wanted.

Well, at least Roman was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Even if Virgil apparently was that stupid.

They kept walking, Virgil ending up trailing a bit behind with slightly numb hands stuffed deep into his hoodie pockets. Roman managed to make it even farther ahead, humming some vaguely familiar tune as he watched the snowfall, and Virgil wondered if he should just let the Prince make the rest of the walk by himself, kind of wanting to just lay down and let the snow bury him.

The wind was picking up, and Virgil was clearly finding it more difficult to trek through the snow than Roman was. The Prince didn’t seem inclined to leave him behind though, slowing down and smiling patiently at the anxious side every few moments, letting him catch up on his own time.

He wondered why Roman didn’t just quicken his pace and leave him. It wasn’t like Virgil would go tell Patton just to get him in trouble. As much as it hurt knowing Roman wanted nothing to do with him, that someone had to make Roman spend time with him, it hurt worse to think that the Prince had just been faking it.

He’d thought...God, he’d actually thought they might be getting somewhere. That maybe, maybe Virgil’s feelings for the Prince weren’t as pointless as they’d once been.

The soft little smiles sent his way, the light touches on Virgil’s back or shoulder, the quiet jokes meant just for him, the way Roman’s eyes would linger for just a second…

He noticed it a second too late, caught up in his own head instead of paying careful attention to where he was stepping like he usually would, only pulled from his thoughts by another ear splitting crack as a piece of ice gave way right where he’d stepped down.

It was sudden and loud, and Virgil yelped when he stumbled and fell to the ground, hands losing feeling completely as they grabbed at the snow and his foot disappeared under the ice.

“Fuck- Roman!”

He heard Roman laugh, but it was almost impossible to make out over the howling of the wind and the pounding of his own heart. The water was so cold, (thank god he’d managed to stop himself before it went past his shin) like a million little knives dancing along his skin, paying no mind to what little protection his clothes offered.

“You’re fine,” Roman called, voice small and distant like he’d kept walking. Virgil didn’t dare look up, eyes on the ground beneath his hands. “It’s not deep, Virge, you can stand up.”

Virgil nodded even though he doubted Roman could see it, his voice refusing to cooperate. He squeezed numb hands into shaky fists, took a breath, and pushed himself up to stand on his free leg.

The next moment happened so fast, Virgil didn’t even register that more ice had broken under his weight until he felt himself falling, and suddenly the icy cold water was much higher than just his leg.

It felt like he’d been hit by a bus- a very, very cold bus- and Virgil gasped as all the ice below him gave way, the water rising up to his chest, wrapping around his body like a vice and yanking him forward without warning.

It was like hundreds of frozen hands were grabbing at him and tugging viciously, shoving him along with the water’s surprisingly violent current while trying to drag him down below the dark surface. Virgil barely had half a second to force his arms to move, frantically reaching for the nearest chunk of intact ice.

He couldn’t feel his fingers, and his hands were shaking so bad he almost didn’t make it, but he managed to get a grip on the edge just in time.

He gasped as he pulled himself to a sudden stop against the relentless current, weakening arms protesting the sudden strain, choking and coughing on the frigid water that managed to lap at the corners of his mouth.

“Princey!” he tried to scream, but he could barely hear himself over the roar of the river. The water hurt, the cold seeping into his skin and stealing his breath, and it took all of his quickly fleeting energy to keep holding on. “Roman!”

There was no response, at least not one that Virgil could hear, and he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head to see if help was coming, terrified that if he looked away from his hands he’d forget how to hold on.

He had to strain to keep his head above water, and he felt like there were boulders in his pockets weighing him down. He was left kicking desperately against the water, because it was definitely not shallow enough for him to stand.

Roman had said it was. Roman had laughed and kept walking and he’d...he hadn’t...he hadn’t left, had he? If he’d done this on purpose-

The dread and fear that came with the thought was almost more overwhelming than the thought of drowning, and Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as he tightened his hold, because Roman wouldn’t do that. He may not like Virgil, but he wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t do this.

A grim voice in the back of his head told him Roman wouldn’t care, that Virgil would never be worth worrying about. Maybe it wasn’t the wind and rushing water blocking out the Prince’s voice...maybe he’d really just already walked away.

He choked back tears and put all his fading focus into staying above the water, the current’s pull growing stronger as his kicking became weaker and weaker. He couldn’t keep holding on. It was so cold and he was so tired-

“Virgil!”

Roman? It was so hard to tell for sure, everything distant and hazy compared to the roaring in his ears and his own too shallow breaths.

Oh god, he couldn’t hold on, he was slipping, he was going to fall-

“Virgil! Hold on, I’m coming!” Either that was Roman, or Virgil’s brain was being very cruel to him right before he died. The latter honestly seemed more likely. “Hold on, please just- I’m coming just hold on!”

He couldn’t feel his hands, barely able to comprehend anything around the all consuming pain settled around him like a blanket, leaving him shaking and numb, teeth chattering in his skull louder than a gunshot and he couldn’t do this- he couldn’t hold on he couldn’t-

“Virgil!”

Virgil didn’t even register what had happened, left only to wonder why the strain on his arms had suddenly been lessened for a single blissful second before realizing his frozen hands had slipped from the ice.

There wasn’t time to take another breath, the river seizing its opportunity to rise above his head and push him under the dark and freezing water, everything suddenly horribly silent.

#fanfiction #prinxiety #romantic prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #ts virgil #ts roman #thomas sanders #sanders sides #hurt/comfort #this fic is so self indulgent you guys #writing

[dreamwritesimagines]

Aw following up on that last ask, imagine if Steve says he’ll take Emma on a walk so Bucky and peaches can talk and the entire time he’s trying to get information about summer and Emma just happily going on and on.

“Summer almost always asks about Steve when she comes to see peaches, last time she said she wishes she can get to know him but can’t, so peaches is trying to get her to! Summer’s kinda like my other older sister, peaches says next week we need to be extra nice to her because of her brother so I’m getting to skip school for a WHOLE day and help make summer’s favourite oatmeal cookies!!”

Steve just blankly starting at her and going “….oh yeah! That’s great Em, a whole day huh? Um anything else you know about your other sister and this guy Steve?”

“she always says she likes his beard and that he’s a good man but does bad things”

“Wait she said wha—

“so I told her to find a nice boy that does nice things! Dad and peaches always say to be nice to everyone and summer’s the nicest so she needs a nice boy not some meanie!”

I'm laughing so hard oh my God, THE MENTAL IMAGE😂 Like, Steve would be trying to learn more but Emma's attention span is like a hopping rabbit so she'd keep talking about how Summer is so nice and go like,

"There was this one time, she ate my brussels sprouts when my sister wasn't looking because I hate brussels sprouts, do you like them?"

"No actually- so about this Steve, did she say why he does bad things?"

"Um- no. But I think she should be with a boy who brings her flowers because boyfriends buy their girlfriends flowers, everyone knows that."

"Yeah, that's a great idea Em."

"Thank you! Can we get chocolate?"

[anagentinwriting]

Lifeline - Part 3

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: Mentions of fire

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

After much convincing from Carol and Nat the other day, you decided to go to the firehouse to meet this Steve face to face.  It wasn’t unusual for you to stop by the firehouse, but you thought making a batch of your mom’s to die for chocolate chip cookies would give you more of a motive. You didn’t want to go, but it would shut Nat and Carol up for a while. 

Walking into Station 107 Fire and Rescue’s garage, your eyes traveled to the second story loft overlooking the ambulance and the trucks. It was a cozy, warm space that had all the amenities of home. On one side of the loft was the kitchen with barn red walls, modern cabinets, and a huge fridge. On the other side was a living room filled with oversized couches, a flatscreen connected to a gaming system, and a pool table. A dining table sat in the middle separating both spaces in the large open area while exposed wooden beams hung from the ceiling. There was a hallway that led to the two dormitories towards the back of the compound. And below the loft were their lockers, gear storage, showers, and a small gym. 

A guy jumping out of one of the trucks makes you stop in place. He had broad, muscular shoulders and a small waist any girl would want to wrap their arms around. You knew everyone at this firehouse, so you could only suspect this man to be Steve. He shot you a quick glance your way, noticing the ever-growing stubble on his face, before closing the truck door and coming over to you. Nat and Carol were right; he was a good looking fella. He was someone you could’ve easily fallen for, but you didn’t think like that anymore. Hell, back then, you would’ve already had your kid's names picked out without even saying two words to him.

“Hi ma’am, can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Is Thor around?”

“Oh, ah, you didn’t hear,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this--” he ran his hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at you “--but he passed away last week on a call saving a kid.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” you gasped, shaking your head. You covered your hand over your mouth to hide the smile appearing on your face. Steve had no idea who you were, so might as well play a little game.  

“I’m sorry. Afraid not, ma’am,” he sighed. “It was a shock to us all.” 

“Then, what about the baby?” You placed your hand on your stomach. “Am I going to have to do this on my own?” You glanced back up at him, and his eyes went wide, not sure how to answer this.

“A baby?” You covered your hands over your face and let out a fake sob. “I’m sorry, ma’am. He...um...he didn’t die. It’s a thing he wants all of us to say to the girls who come looking for him.”

You uncover your eyes, staring at him for a brief moment until you shake your head at your brother’s orders. “He told you to tell them this? That he died?” 

“Yes?” he said, coming out more like a question than a statement. 

“Poor girls, well not all poor because they should’ve known better,” you sighed, letting out an annoyed breath. “I’m going to have to talk to my asshole brother for this.” 

“Wait...uh...are you YN?”

“Yes. Do I know you?” You narrowed your eyes at him, eyeing him over. 

“Yeah...I mean no...at least not officially, but you helped me like a week or so ago on a call.”

“Sorry, I take like two hundred calls a shift sometimes. It’s hard to remember which one is which sometimes.” You shrugged, trying to not make it come off too obvious that you knew the one he was referring to.

“Right, sorry. It was the call with the electric pool. You told me to use…”

“..the hose and pulled her across,” you finished. “Oh right, right. That must make you Fireman Rogers, then.” You held out your hand, and he shook it with his cleaner hand.

“Please, call me Steve.” You nodded. “It was a great idea you came up with. You’re a real hero.”

“Ahh...thanks. It comes with the territory,” you answered, rubbing your hands together. “We try to save as many as we can, sometimes that doesn’t mean everyone, but we got to try, right.”

“Absolutely,” he nodded, eyeing you over. “Thor went to grab groceries with Val, but you’re more than welcome to wait upstairs in the loft.” He pointed over his shoulder before resting his hands on his belt, making his biceps double in size.

“No, it’s okay. I have to get to work, but I’ll give these to you.” You hand him the container, and he opens it, licking his lips. “Made them yesterday and figured I would drop a container off here since Thor was eyeing them.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, snapping the lid back on. “They look good.”

“I would try at least one because they go pretty darn fast.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.” He nodded, holding up the container to you. “It was nice meeting you, YN.”

“You too, Steve.” 

“WHOA, YN! Is that you girl,” Sam shouted from the balcony. “What are you doing here?”

“Dropping off some cookies,” you shouted back, covering your hands around your mouth. 

His eyes widened, sprinting to one of the staircases on the side of the loft. He came up behind Steve and yanked the container out of Steve’s hands. Steve narrowed his eyes, watching Sam open it and take a big whiff of them.

“Man, Steve, you don’t know what you just gave up? I ain't sharing these with nobody.” He opened the container, grabbed a cookie out, and took a bite out of it, letting out a satisfied sound. Steve tried to grab one, but Sam shut the lid on his fingers. “Nope!” He shot daggers at Steve, but then he looked back at you with a gap-tooth grin on his face. “Thank you, YN, you’re the best.”

“Sam, you should at least give Steve one, since he has never had them before.”

“I guess you do have a point there.” He pointed his cookie at you, then at Steve before taking another bite, mulling over the idea. “Fine, just one…well half of one.”

Steve slowly reached in and grabbed half of a cookie and took a bite. His eyes shot to you, and he nodded his head. “Wow, these are incredible.” 

“Thanks.” You shot him a small smile. “I should get going, but I will see you, gentlemen, later.” 

“Safe travels, YN,” Sam waved.

“Have a good day at work,” Steve added with a side smirk.

You turned around and started for the door only to see Carol walk in. Upon seeing you, Carol’s mouth twitched into a knowing smirk as her eyes drifted from you and Steve. 

“I see you came and checked out the new transfer,” Carol winked, wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

“No,” you replied. “I dropped off some cookies.”

“Good cover.” she nodded. “What do you think?”

“Yeah, sure, he seems nice, but I am..”

“...not looking for a relationship...yatta yatta yatta,” she finished for you. “It doesn’t have to be a relationship, you know.” 

“Wow. Yup, you went there.”

“Of course I did, besides the way his eyes are traveling over you tells me he would be ready to mingle with you.” 

You peeked over your shoulder, noticing he wasn’t even looking at you. He was still talking to Sam, but his eyes flashed to yours for a brief moment. You turned back to Carol and narrowed your eyes at her.  

“Well look at that, now he knows you're interested.” She teased, making you scoff. “Peace out.” She patted you on the shoulder, walking past you. You watch her retreat past Sam and Steve, grabbing the cookies from Sam, forcing a frown to his features. 

Steve watched you walk out the door and popped the other half of the cookie into his mouth. He dusted the cookie crumbs on his pants, and Sam punched Steve on the bicep. “Ow, man. What was that for?”

“She’s cute, right?” Sam asked, shooting him a wink. 

“Yeah, smart, too,” he nodded, turning around to head up to the loft with Sam. “Does she know everyone in the firehouse?”

“She sure does.” Sam nodded. “YN moved here about three months ago. I know it had something to do with her ex, but I didn’t want to pry. Not my business, but she showed up in a very fragile state.” Sam shook his head at the memory.

“She doesn’t seem that way now,” Steve added, catching the glint in Sam’s eye.

“Yeah, she’s getting better, man. Thor got her a job, and she always comes by bringing cookies when she can. She’s the best.” Sam smirked. “Why are you interested in Thor’s sister?” He nudged Steve in the arm. 

“What...no...I was just curious.”

“Okay, we’ll call it that for now,” Sam grinned, showing off the gap in his teeth. 

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Steve sat on the couch re-reading one of his favorites. He glanced up, shaking his head to see Sam and Bucky bickering about who ate all the peanut butter but put the empty container back in the cabinet.

 “The strongest firefighter has returned bearing groceries,” Thor announced, walking up the steps with both his arms full of groceries. “Two trips are for the weak.”

“We get it, Blondie,” Valkyrie grumbled behind him, carrying groceries as well.

“Did you get more peanut butter?” Sam asked, giving Bucky the stink eye.

“Yes,” Val replied. “But, you can only have it if you help put groceries away.”

It was like a silent ritual, gathering around and helping put groceries away. It was also the chance to see what they would be eating for the next week or a few days, depending on how long it would last. Everyone always put in a request to what they wanted, but depending who was on groceries for the week would determine if they were nice enough to pick it up.

“Here’s Steve’s old man food,” Sam smirked, handing him his oatmeal. Steve couldn’t hide his small smirk as he grabbed it and put it in the cupboard. 

“At least I’m not eating your peanut butter.”

“What the hell, Steve?” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were on my side for this.”

“I’m not getting in the middle of it,” Steve held up his hands as he continued to put groceries away.

“Thor, again. Why all the Poptarts?” Sam asked, pulling three boxes from one of the bags.

“New flavors, duh!”

“You know Thor loves his Poptarts; honestly, I think they taste like cardboard,” Val remarked, pulling out her energy drinks. 

“No, they don’t! You're being ridiculous. They have the same flavor as the box says. You want a hot fudge sundae without the brain freeze; have a Poptart. Want s'mores, but don’t want the sticky mess; have a Poptart. It’s crazy the amount of flavors they have.” He looked down at a box with a child-like smile on his face.  

“A woman stopped by looking for you,” Steve added, shutting one of the cabinet doors.

“Did you give her the usual charade?” Thor asked, folding the reusable grocery bags. 

“About how you passed away saving a child in the fire?”

“Dude, why are you still going on with that charade? It’s awful,”  Bucky added, only to get ignored. 

“Raging fire, did you say raging fire?” Steve nodded. “Good man,” Thor grinned, pointing his finger at him. “How’d she take it?” 

“She was upset but doesn’t know what to do about the baby now.” Thor’s mouth dropped open. “She’s in the bathroom now.”

“Told you to keep that sword in your pants, pirate angel,” Val grunted, hitting him on the bicep. 

“Ow...well, I’m sorry, Val,” Thor shouted with sarcasm. “What you...you just let her stay? What did she look like?”

Carol came out of the bathroom, and Thor stared at her. “What?” Everyone started laughing, forcing Thor to chuckle along and shake his head. 

“Haha, you guys got me. Hilarious you guys, really.”

“Your sister did stop by though,” Steve said, opening a bag of blueberries.

“Was she okay? What did she say?” Thor rushed out. All the giddiness from his eyes changed to something more serious. 

“Um, nothing serious, dropped off some cookies. There on the counter next to all the other tokens of appreciation and cards we get from people.” Steve pointed over his shoulder. 

“Ooooo, yes.” He rubbed his hands together, going over to grab one, but took the lid off, lifting the empty container upside down. “Really? Come on, she’s my sister. I deserved at least one.” 

“Well, she must like us better,” Sam mentioned, taking a bite of the last cookie.

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 3. She finally met Steve officially, but will this put a stop to Nat and Carol pestering her? Only time will tell...haha! Any guesses on who is eating Sam’s peanut butter? Do you think it’s Bucky or someone else? And I thought it felt necessary to give a little nod to the first Thor, and have his choice of snack be Poptarts...haha! And finally, the whole layout of this firehouse is very similar to Station 118 firehouse on the show 9-1-1. I just love the whole loft and rustic flair to it, but you can imagine it however you want!!  Any who, thanks for reading, comments always welcome! 

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Mother’s Day

A/N: Dad Spencer!!!! Just something super cute because I am tired and totally wanting kids rn. Sorry I haven’t been posting a lot, keep starting new things and then getting distracted. Some cute stuff coming out soon!

Category: Fluff. So. Much. Fluff.

Warnings: Very brief mention of crime, some mentions of food, I think that’s it? 

You were getting ready to go out to the grocery store when you heard your ring tone. *Spencer <3* You smiled and answered it.

"Well if it isn't my favorite genius."

"Hey bub. How are you?" You smiled at the pet name.

"A little tired. How are you? How was that case?" He seemed cheery so you figured it went well but it never hurts to ask.

"It was good. Hostage situation but we got everyone out safely and apprehended the unsub. Listen, can I ask you something?" You felt your nerves get worse.

"Uh yeah of course baby, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? And more importantly, if you wanted to meet my daughter?" You bit you lip and smiled. You thought he was going to break up with you, this was the best thing you had heard in a while.

"I would love to Spence!" You were truly over the moon.

You had heard about his daughter. He adopted her after a case years ago, before you met him. Her parents were both victims but the unsub left her. She was apparently just like her father even if he wasn't her biological father.

"Great. It's totally casual. Just going to order takeout and watch a movie."

"That sounds perfect. I'll head over soon."

"I'll see you soon. I love you."

"Love you too." You hung up and jumped around in joy. You had been over to Spencer's before but she had always been at sleepovers or playdates to it could just be the two of you. You were over the moon. After dating for 3 years, he trusted you enough to let you into his daughters life.

He greeted you at the door. "Hey bub." He placed a short and sweet kiss on your lips before leading you inside and taking your jacket.

"What a gentleman." He lead you into his small house and you saw a little girl sitting on the couch eating pizza.

"Lorelai, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Lorelai." You walked over to the girl and kneeled down by her.

"Hi Lorelai. it's nice to meet you."

"Hi." She was just as shy as her dad which you found cute.

"She's a little introverted." You stood up and smiled at him.

"Well she clearly takes after you." You stood their for a moment staring at him in awe before remembering you brought something with you. You reached into your purse and pulled out a necklace. It was a gold chain with a dainty butterfly on it. "Hey Lorelai, I brought you something." You held out the dainty jewelry to her. "Your dad said you really liked butterflies." She set down her plate a large smile grew on her face.

"Thank you! Can you help me put it on?" You nodded and she came next to you so you could clasp the necklace on her. You let it go and adjusted it so it sat perfectly on her.

"It looks beautiful on you." She smiled and sat back on the couch before returning to her pizza. You noticed a movie playing, Lilo and Stitch.

"Do you want a slice of pizza?" You leaned back into your boyfriend.

"Yeah." You looked up at him. "A piece would be nice, thank you." He kissed the top of your head and went to the kitchen to bring you something to eat. "Lorelai?"

"Rory." You looked at her confused. "Call me Rory, please." You nodded.

"Rory, do you mind if I sit next to you?" She scooched over slightly as an invitation to sit. You sat next to her and watched the movie. Lilo and Stitch was one of your favorites. She seem enticed by the movie and didn't her eyes off the screen for a second. Spencer entered again and smiled at the sight of you and Rory. He handed you a plate and sat next to you. You whispered to him, "She told me to call her Rory." His smiled grew even bigger and he put his arm around your shoulders.

"Daddy?" You both looked over at the little girl who was putting her plate on the coffee table.

"Yeah angel?"

"Can I sit with you and Y/N." You grinned and moved over slightly so she could sit in between you both. She got up and cuddled between you two, resting her head on Spencer. You smiled at the them, silently hoping one day she might be like that with you.

The movie dinners started to become more frequent and Rory started to warm up to you. When you came over she gave you a hug on site. At dinner she would talk to you about school and her friends. The pizza became home cooking. The movies became games. The hangouts became sleepovers. The sleepovers turned into you moving in. And that once shy, introverted girl, was begging you to cuddle and play and chat with her. You heart skyrocketed every time she asked you to play and not her dad. Then the best thing you could ever imagine happened.

“Hey Y/N?” You saw the little girl come around the corner.

“Hey baby what’s up?” You put down the knife you were using to chop up salad.

“Can you make chocolate chip cookies for the party tonight?” You smiled. You made fresh cookies for her to take to school every week in her lunch. 

“Of course. Do you want to help?” Her eyes lit up and she nodded. “Ok. I have a very special recipe,” You pulled down the recipe book in your spice cupboard. “This is my own recipe I came up with when I was just a little older than you.” She started to read the ingredients and got stared while you made dinner for tonight. When you had to wait on the food you helped her with the cookies. You played music and danced with her while the cookies baked. You noticed Spencer in the entry way of your kitchen. “Holy-” You cut yourself off because you hated cursing in front of kids. You pulled the girl to you, her back on your legs. “Spencer how long have you been standing there?” He came over and kissed his daughters head before doing the same to yours.

“Not long. You having fun kiddo?” He picked up Rory in his arms.

“Yeah! Mom let me help her make the cookie dough.” You felt the tears pool in your eyes and tried to blink them back, but one betrayed you and slid down your cheek. It had been a year since you moved in and you and Spencer would be 5 years in a couple of months. Never once did you even think about being called mom. You wiped the stray and checked the cookies, a perfect golden brown. 

“Hey Rory, do you want to come with me to go get ready while your dad finishes up down here for us?” She nodded and ran up the stairs leaving you in the dust. You hugged Spencer. “Did you hear her? She called me mom.” He cupped your face with his hand.

“I can’t wait to hear that name more.” You laughed softly and put your hands on top of his. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too Spencer Reid.”

Little did you know that wouldn’t be your only surprise that night.

You sat upstairs with the little girl. She was putting her air in a ponytail while you did your makeup. You were matching it to your dress. It was a navy blue, long satin dress. You apparently were having a fancy dinner tonight so Spencer said to dress the part. You could never say no to him. You felt a slight tug on your dress.

“Rory what’s up?” You looked at her.

“Can you do my makeup?” You smiled and decided that, yeah, that would be ok. She was only 7 but a little eyeshadow and lip gloss couldn’t hurt. You sat her down in your chair and told her to close her eyes. It was very subtle and natural. Just a little crease definition and some highlight on her inner corners. You put a clear lip gloss on her. 

“Perfect. You look gorgeous. Now go put on your dress ok? I hung it up in your room.” You finished your makeup and threw on some black heels to pair with the outfit. Some gold jewelry and you were all set. You walked down the stairs to see your oh so handsome boyfriend in the kitchen finishing up dinner. 

He was stunned.

You were stunning.

“Wow.” You chuckled softly at his comment.

“Did you see your daughter?” He shook his head and you heard little feet running in. She ran over to you in her light pink dress. You picked her up.

“Wow. My two favorite girls. You both look beautiful.” You blushed a little when he winked at you. You heard the doorbell ring and set down the girl, walking to the door. You saw JJ and her family. 

“Wow, Y/N you look, wow.” You smiled at JJ’s compliment.

“Wow yourself.” You saw Henry and bent down. “Your uncle Spence is in the kitchen.” You winked at him and he darted down to there. “Hey Will. Come in.” You opened the door a little wider so they could come inside. 

“The house looks great. You are really rubbing off on him.” I chuckled slightly.

“I do try. We won’t talk about our bedroom and bathroom though, still under construction.” JJ laughed a little. “Wine?” 

“Please.” You walked into the kitchen and pulled out lots of glasses and some bottles of wine. You poured a glass for yourself and JJ. “Does Will want any?” She shook her head and you looked at kids beside you. “Do you guys need something?”

“Can we have some?” You shook your head at Henry.

“This is big kid juice. Only for the adults. Do you guys want some little kid juice?” They both nodded and you grabbed them each a bottle of apple juice which they ran off with. You walked to the living room with Spencer. Even with heels he still had quite a few inches on you. The doorbell rang and as you stood up to get it Spencer stopped you.

“I got it.” You nodded and sat back down, talking to JJ. 

You heard Penelope, Alex, and Derek come in. They were chatting in the entryway but you couldn’t really define their words but the name Emily caught your interest. You both looked up and saw the wonderful Penelope in a bright fun dress as always. 

“Wow oh wow! Y/N come here!” You stood up and gave Penelope a hug. “It’s been too long.” You nodded in agreement.

“I know! We have to have a girls night soon.” You saw Emily walking in. “Emily?” You pulled her into a hug. “I thought you were in London?”

“I was but I have some time off and Spencer told me you were having dinner tonight so I just had to come.” You smiled. Emily had taken you in as family the moment Spencer introduced you to the team.

“That’s great. I’ll let you talk to everyone but we have a lot to catch up on.” She nodded and you went to the door to see your boyfriend. “Emily’s here.” He nodded. “Alright. What’s going on?”

“What makes you think something is happening?”

“Spencer. You told me this was a fancy dinner. You have been playing with your hands all night and now Emily is here.” He shrugged and lucky for him the doorbell rang. “This is not over.” You opened the door. “Hotch! Hey Jack! Henry and Rory are in the living room.” You hugged Hotch.

“Spencer treating you well I hope?” You nodded.

“Like I’m the only person on Earth.” He smiles a little walks to the living room. He was quickly followed by Rossi. 

“Y/N! How are you kiddo?”

“Hanging in there. Everyone is in the living room. Penelope probably has the wine.” He nodded and you followed him to the living room, but not before locking the door. There was conversation flowing before Spencer announced dinner. You all sat around the table enjoying the food and dessert. Jokes and stories being told. 

You all circled back to the living room. 

“Y/N?” You looked down in to the girl in front of you.

“Hey sweet girl. What’s up?”

“My dad has something to ask you.”

“Ok. One moment.” You turned around and were faced by Spencer, surrounded by candles. “Spencer, what’s going on.” You glanced around nervously but he held your hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I met you 5 years ago today. I was at the coffee shop on my day off of work and I saw you sitting there at a little table and all I can remember thinking is, “Wow. She is gorgeous.” So I bought you a cookie and put my number and name on it since I was so bad at talking to people.” You felt tears well up into your eyes. “You ended up calling me about 5 minutes later. I was sitting on a park bench drinking coffee and I answered the call. Thank god for me being a risk taker that day. Your first words to me were, “Hi. I’m Y/N. Turn around.” And that was our first date. Months later, we had been hanging out often and I asked you to be my girlfriend. Years later you met Rory and were only kind to her. I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?” You nodded and hugged him.

“Yes! Yes, 100% yes!” Your friends cheered around you as he placed the ring on your finger. You picked up Rory. “How do you feel about me being your mom?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke up from the sun peeking through your curtains. You expected to see someone next to you but were disappointed. These feelings didn’t last long though as you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!”

Your husband walked in holding a tray with food, along side Rory and Emily.

The girls sat on your right. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

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