#hey here's a game guess how many times I watched the movie this week :) answer: too many

[kvrokasaa]

Please, Don't Leave Me

Karasu x reader

cw: Gn!pronouns but afab!reader, reader has female genitalia, implied cunnilingus, and sex, suggestive themes at the end, angst-ish, fluff, kinda forced plot ngl, Karasu's accent might be off, not proofread, Otoya being respectful to a woman 😨, Isagi and Bachira are mentioned once.

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Today felt off. Well, more specifically, the past week has felt off. You don’t know if you’re the only one feeling this way. But it’s like the shift in your relationship has turned.

Every time you try and get attention from your boyfriend, he waves you off. Literally. He waves his hand, acting as if you’re a fly pestering him.

You don’t know what started this behavior. Just two weeks ago you both were fine. Visiting your family and having a nice time. You know it wasn’t anything your family said, they don’t pry into your relationships. But you can’t seem to figure it out for the life of you.

Just last night when you came over to his place, you tried to ask if he wanted to watch a movie with you. It was movie night, every week you both dedicate a night to watching movies, whatever happens, happens. But Karasu simply shrugged and said, “ ’s late and I have early practice tomorrow.”

Karasu never shrugs off movie night.

As to get some clarification for why this is happening, you decide to show up at his practice. And it wasn’t early morning, which made you even more confused.

So much questions and so little answers.

As you make your way to the field, they stopped playing for minute to catch their breaths and drink some water, you pass by a few of his teammates. They all give you confused glances.

You’ve never once showed up to his practices. Only to his games. It’s not because you didn’t want to, he just never asked and you didn’t want to intrude.

You carry a little bag in your hand. He forgot his lunch and, being a good s/o, you decided to bring it with you.

“Hey baby,” the words come out as you rest your head on his back. “You forgot your lunch, here.”

You hand him the bag. It’s already past noon, but you’re guessing he didn’t have anything to eat unless his friends offered some of their food.

He only grunted in response and took the bag from your hand, rather forcefully too. “Thanks.” His response was curt.

He made his way to the benches and set the bag down.

“Why have you been ignoring me,” you’re not sure ignoring was the right word, but it was among the similarities of the traits he’s been showing you this past week. “I’m not ignoring ya.” His voice was laced with malice. You don’t know why, but your body reacted before your brain as it flinched a little.

His words, even the mean ones, never seemed to startle you. But after the agonizing thoughts every night, which caused less and less sleep, you couldn’t think straight. Which resulted in your body moving before you could think to stop it.

If he was concerned or remorseful about his attitude, he didn’t show it. His face was hardened and still, as if it was sculpted.

“It doesn’t feel like that. You’ve been putting me off all week. Not even a good morning text. What’s…” Your voice died off as you saw him turn around and glare at you. He’s acting like you broke one of his million dollar vases, which he does own unironically.

“Is that what ya want? A ‘good morning’ text, a ‘how was your day?’ text? I’m working my ass off all day to provide for me and you and yer complaining that I don’t show enough love? Just be grateful for once in our fucking relationship.”

You wanted to bite back, to tell him that you work too. Sure your job doesn’t pay as well as his does, but he also has the inheritance from his family to back him up. You don’t. You get up every morning and work, you don’t complain either. Sure, what you’re doing now can be classified as complaining, but you rarely ever open your mouth to complain. And you are grateful, you don’t know how many times you’ve been grateful in your relationship with him. It’s not a chore for you, but he’s acting like you’ve never said, ‘thank you,’ to him once.

But you bite your tongue when he opens his mouth again. “I don’t think ya understand, Y/n. I play soccer for me; this is the only chance I get to be away from you. But now you show up and have to ruin everything. Get it through yer thick skull, I don’t want you around unless it’s necessary.”

Your eyes widen at his last sentence. Did he think you were a chore to be around? Did he only want you around when he felt it was convenient? Did he ever think of you as his s/o?

You aren’t one to cry in public places, sometimes you even hold back your tears in your own bedroom. You don’t like the feeling of tears sliding down your cheeks. You hate the feeling of pain and failure. You’ve never even cried in front of your own boyfriend and you have been together for six months now.

But you can’t stop the tear from falling down your cheek and onto the grassy field. You manage to stop the next one, and the one after that. You sniffle and nod your head. You have nothing left to say to him, if he wants space, then you’ll give him space. This is just him setting his boundaries, right?

Right.

“Okay.” You don’t know how, but you manage to hold your head up and keep your tears at bay, along with your voice neutral. “If you really feel that way, then I’ll leave.”

There were many implications behind your words. You could mean the relationship or just the field where you stand in now. You honestly don’t know which one of them you meant. But you let your legs take you away from his one happy place.

He chose his career over you, and you’re fine with that. But you being fine with that doesn’t mean you will settle into this little routine.

You’ll dip your feet into the water, see how much of an impact his words leave in your relationship. If you don’t like the ripples in the water, then you’ll just leave.

He hears scoffs and snorts from his team as he snaps back to reality. “What the fuck dude? All they did was ask you a simple question.” Isagi chimes in. “Yeah man. You did not need to blow up that like.”

Otoya looks over at Isagi and nods his head, “I’m going with Isagi on this one.”

Karasu scoffs. “Shut it, fuckboy. You-” “Don’t tell me what to do moron. You made them fucking cry.”

He made you cry? You’ve never cried before, at least not in front of him. Was he so lost in thought that he didn’t even see your tears? Did his words hurt you that much?

“You gotta fix this before it’s too late~.” Bachira voiced Karasu's thoughts.

...

Your house seems bare and lonely without the smile on your face, or the warm touches from him. Your plants seem to reflect your emotions, droopy and sad.

You make your way to your bedroom, ready to sulk in bed for the rest of the day. Thanks to it being a weekend, you have the day off. Which means you could sulk for as long as you want.

You pull the weighted blanket onto your body and sigh contentedly at the comfort. This is the only comfort you need right now, a stupid rom-com, some junk food, and a good amount of weight.

Your phone goes off before you can delve into the movie too much. You sigh, already knowing who it’s from. You picked it up and just as you guessed, Karasu.

He had a written a whole paragraph about how sorry he is and that he would be glad to make it up to you. You opted to just text him back with:

It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it haha, it’s late so I’ll talk in the morning. Goodnight!

You already know that he’s going to think something’s up. Let him, he deserves the cold shoulder, an insidious voice sang in the back of your mind. As much as you want to brush the voice away, you know that it’s true. He does deserve the cold shoulder. You’ve been nothing but good to him and he treats you like this?

You let your thoughts run wild and finally determine that you'll respect his words for a bit. If he wants you to leave him alone, you'll leave him alone. You won't go to his practices and games or make him his lunches anymore.

A few hours passed by as you dwelled in your bed. You should probably text some of your friends and ask for a night out. But honestly, you just wanted to stay in and eat all the junk you can.

You've watched at least three rom-com movies; some made you laugh and some made you cry. You want to say that you mainly cringed, but what you mainly did was wish Karasu could act like some of the male leads.

Yeah, he remembers your favorite food and gets you as many things as you want. But you wish he would put away his pride and apologize.

Before you knew it, your eyes drifted off while your mind rambled about Karasu.

...

The smell of pancakes and eggs woke you from your slumber. You yawned and stretched your muscles as you made your way out of bed. You weren't too shocked to see Karasu in your kitchen with the 'kiss the cook' apron you gifted him as a joke on his birthday.

When you two had an argument, he would always cook you food, buy you things, and spend the entire day with you. But those things are meaningless after the argument you had the other day.

But you still let him try.

He smiles when he sees your sleepy face. But his smile turned into a pout when he saw your runny mascara and puffy/red eyes. He did that. He made you cry. Karasu walks up to you and brings you into his arms.

"I'm sorry pretty baby," he kissed your forehead. "I don't deserve you."

You snort at that; there's something you both can agree on. He smiles when he hears your snort. Step one: make you laugh: check.

You both sit at the table and eat the delicious food he made. Contrary to popular opinion, Karasu is actually a good cook. The food was gone in minutes.

"I have a game tomorrow," he says as he chews the last bite on his plate. "I can reserve a front-row seat for you, like always."

You give him a kind smile; you want to say no but his puppy eyes are too tempting. "Okay." Your response was curt, you didn't mean anything by it. But Karasu took it as you giving the same attitude he gave you yesterday. He pouted and grabbed your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. "I wanna hear ya cheering f'me, okay?" You nodded your head and he smiled at that, bringing your hand up and kissing it. "That's my pretty baby."

You two spent the whole day talking and shopping. You got the things you needed and wanted, and even more things that Karasu thought would look good on you.

The gifts made you smile, but they held most of the weight behind your fake smile. You didn't want to speak out that you didn't need these meaningless things, you just wanted him to hug you and tell you that he loves you. You know that you just have to speak up about these things, but you don't want to start another argument.

Your tongue was bit through the entire day and night with him.

...

You woke up a bit later than intended, but the sleep was welcomed and needed. You felt like the pain and memories of the past few days have been erased.

You felt like you were forgetting something. You yawned and turned on your phone, then it hit you.

Karasu's soccer game. It's 1:30 in the afternoon, you're sure the game is already halfway through. And it's a thirty-minute drive to the stadium. Which means when you get there, it'll be almost over. So, there's no point in going. So you opted to just grab something to eat and turn on Netflix. Yeah, you feel bad, but honestly, Karasu deserves this. Maybe he'll remember not to catch an attitude with you for no reason.

Karasu on the other hand, is distraught. He doesn't remember how many times he's looked over at the stands.

He thought that you were over the other day. He apologized and made it up to you. He took you shopping and to your favorite restaurant.

His mind was elsewhere and he couldn't get into the flow of the game. His kicks weren't on point and his precision was flawed. The coach called him in and swapped for another player.

"Get your shit together or leave."

Karasu took the latter; he needs to see you.

The drive was long originally, but his thoughts made it longer. Every second he wasn't with you, he felt that it was another second you could up and leave his life.

He finally got there and quickly unlocked your door with the spare key. No boxes, nothing packed, nothing is gone. Air came back into his lungs, and he could finally breathe again.

He rushed to your room, his pout getting deeper as he saw you on your bed watching Netflix.

Your eyes widened as he rushed into your room. You swear this man will give you cardiac arrest one of these days. "What..What are you doing here?" Your eyes followed him as he stalked to your side of the bed where you were lying. "Your game, it hasn't even ended yet." He grabbed your hands before he answered, bringing them up to his cheeks.

"Baby, I'm sorry for being a dickhead, but doncha think it's rude to not come when I asked ya to?" He almost whined out. You pouted as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, "I'm sorry," you cooed out. "My handsome boy, I didn't mean to."

He shook his head, "No, don't apologize baby. I shouldn't have yelled at ya. Forgive me, yeah? Just please, don't leave me." He pouted, "I don't think I can go any longer without yer kisses and hugs." He doesn't remember when he got so romantic and cheesy. He used to laugh at people who were obsessed with their s/o and used to call them mediocre. But now here he is, so fucking obsessed with you. He feels like he can't breathe when you don't give him your love. He lives off it.

"I love ya so much, my pretty baby." He brought one of your hands to his lips, peppering kisses all of it as he looked into your eyes. "Ya don't gotta say it back, jus want ya to know."

And you did know, especially through his actions. The way he kisses you, the way he dotes on you, and the way he ate you out for hours. No amount of whines and pleads for him to stop, no amount of " 's too much," were enough to stop him. His tongue and his groans against you made you feel both pain and pleasure. Karasu loves you so much and proved that while he fucked you all night.

a/n: His accent, his smile, him <3333 Karasu is just ahbsdjsdhsdje. I'm acting up for this man

#bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #karasu tabito #karasu tabito x reader #karasu angst #karasu smut #bllk smut #bllk fluff #blue lock #bllk karasu #blue lock fluff #blue lock x you

[lad-bug-and-chad-noir]

For the ask game: 1, 2, 3, 9, 24, 25, 27, 28, 32 <3 (SORRY FOR THE ABUNDANCE OF QUESTIONS IM JUST V CURIOUS)

no need to apologise!! always happy to satisfy a curiosity!! sorry it’s taken me so long to answer, i spent too long Thinking for some of them lmao

1.  what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

straight in with the big ones huh? hmm i guess it depends what kinds of “things” they are – relationships, experiences, places, books etc. have all had a part in shaping me. it’s very difficult to pick just three things and i’ve spent way too long thinking about it so here’s three things that inspired Big Feelings that i’ve carried with me …

Feminine Gospels by Carol Ann Duffy

this performance of Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

'Great is the Lord' from In the Secret Place – String Heaven III by the King’s Chamber Orchestra

2. show us a picture of your handwriting?

apologies for being lazy with your o's, apparently i didn't even manage three this time! XD

[ID: a plain piece of white paper with blue biro writing on it. It reads:

hey bugaboo!

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

Poltergay!!! my beloved! honestly it's a masterpiece and i could watch it forever!!

there's this film called "Frankie and Hazel" that my grandma gave me on DVD as a kid and i was obsessed with it! i watched it so many times and, and [sic] would happily keep rewatching it now if only for the nostalgia!!

the Lego Batman Movie. literally how is it that good?? it has no right to be but i'm so glad it is!]

9. tell a story about your childhood

when i was 12 i dislocated my knee cutting a slice of cake asdkfhaskdfjh

i still don’t know how i did it. it was a perfectly normal cake. i was cutting it completely normally. but then my knee just went and i ended up in a splint for two weeks lol

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

i gave directions to a group of people earlier and they were 1. correct directions 2. clearly conveyed

probably the first time i’ve ever managed to direct someone without giving them the worst instructions possible

25. fave season and why?

i originally thought this was fave season of miraculous then realised that would make no sense haha! the answer is 4 though

my favourite weather season is autumn, i like that it’s cool enough to wear layers but not properly cold, plus i love autumn colours and crunchy leaves and gay christmas!!

27. any nicknames?

with absolutely no context

uncle celery

corn

spinach

apparently I have vegetable vibes??

28. do you collect anything?

when i was a kid i had an obsession with collecting the inner cardboard tubes from toilet roles. i don’t know what i thought i was going to do with them all but i just kept going until i had like two full bin bags of them. and then i just recycled them?? i was a strange child

nowadays i don’t collect anything in particular, except maybe mentally ill friends (affectionate)

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

none, i’m writing this in a word document bc i have no wifi lol

thank you for all the questions!! i think i will use this an excuse to send you some more ;)

#ask game #not ml #cory chats

[heyjustalittleguy]

CommonGround Ch.2

Tw: Threats of violence

The next day was busier for Seth as it was a board game night for many of his regulars. He had a small line when someone familiar walked in. Spike. He idled around as Seth finished up with the customers and approached. At this point Seth noticed he was slumming a bit and his eyes had dark circles around them. Seth felt a chill for a moment before the giant spoke, “ I…went around half the city looking for work, uh, are you sure you don’t need any help around here?” 

Seth’s discomfort completely disappeared and he sighed, “No I’m good. I appreciate the offer…again.”

A defeated look fell over his face and he nodded before walking out. Seth couldn’t help but feel a little bad but it wasn’t his responsibility to help every person that walked through his door. However, he couldn’t decide how he felt as Spike reappeared the next day, and the day after. Always more tired and almost deflated but another emotion started to creep into his eyes. While Seth thought at first it was desperation, he decided it was more like fear. Which was strange to see from someone so large. Despite all of that, Seth began to get annoyed with him constantly coming in to ask the same already answered question. 

Friday came and Seth opened later so he gathered the coupons and the flash drive he downloaded movies onto and headed over to his friends place. He felt stupid carrying something half his size but at least it wasn’t heavy. Barry lived pretty far from his new apartment but he never minded the walk. This early barely anyone was around, it was almost peaceful. 

He finally took the small elevator to the third story of an upscale looking building, arriving in no time. The carpeted halls were freshly vacuumed and a door down the way was cracked just a bit. He raced past one of the closed doors before someone could see and stepped inside. 

It stunk more than last time. 

The giant apartment was cluttered with fast food containers, beverage cans and wrappers from all kinds of stuff but there was always a small path cleared for him to get around. Though he had no idea how Barry managed to do the same, speaking of…

 Barry was spread out on the floor tossing what looked like a bread roll into the air over and over. It was a little dark in the dismal apartment but he could still make out his enormous form and blank expression. “What are you doing?” he asked, weaving his way towards him. 

“Waiting for you. How’s it going?” he spoke in a low rumble. 

“Well I’m being harassed I think but other than that all the same.” 

“You should just ban Dennis, It’s not like anyone would blame you.” 

Seth scoffed, finally stopping next to Barry’s head. “No, not him, some new guy. He’s fresh from Giantsville or whatever-”

“Vallia.” Barry corrected. 

“Right, but you know what I mean and he’s only been here a week but he keeps coming to my store and asking for a job.”

“Are you sure we aren’t talking about Dennis?”

“Yes Barry. He doesn’t try to intimidate me to get what he wants, I think, well I don’t think he’s doing anything weird on purpose.”

“He’s probably just interested in you since you’re a tiny with a business and, despite his prior belief, don’t shit yourself when a giant looks in your general direction.”

Seth had begun to watch the bread roll go up and down in the air but was pondering Barry’s words. “I guess.”

“Hey everyone has to have that experience with someone, you just happened to catch this guy. Unless he gets clingy or violent I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, sure.” Seth fought the urge to tell him about his hypocritical words and won. He was trying to help, no need to kick a man while he’s down. “Anyway, here's the coupons for this month. You need to stop eating at Harry’s so I didn’t include those this time.”

Barry caught the roll one last time and looked over at Seth for the first time since he’d arrived. “Not cool.” 

“You need to lose weight.”

“For what?”

“The rest of your life? You can order it if you want but no discounts from me.” Seth crossed his arms in finality and Barry’s expression softened to that of a pleading child. 

“But it’s not like I’m going to need that many. Just…once a week?”

“I didn’t bring any with me. No conning this time.”

Barry now scowled and quickly sat up. Seth was used to him going from deathly still to blazing fast so he didn’t even change positions as, like a bratty child, Barry snatched the coupons from in front of him and stood to put them away. “Anything else?” He asked, knowing that even if Seth answered he wouldn’t be able to hear him now. 

“Hilarious. Truly you’re a king of comedy.” Seth waved and started towards the exit, clearly his friend was no longer in a talking mood. 

“Oh, and when are you going to take that tiny shower out of here? My parole officer asks about it every time they're over and I don’t think she’s buying it anymore.” 

Once again Seth waved, acknowledging the question but not answering in any way. Barry clicked his tongue but Seth left without interruption. Seth quickly left the apartment building to open his store, and eventually later today, run into Spike. 

Spike was having a terrible week and it was only getting worse. His classes were going fine but none of that would matter in two days unless he got some kind of income. He was going to be paying for school after this semester but he had a deal to uphold and he was desperate to do so. 

After getting rejected at the last few places in town that he really didn’t want anyway he started walking towards Arcade, Seth’s shop. He knew the tiny was getting really annoyed with him and might even call the police if he kept this up but he needed to try. For some reason he felt like Seth would maybe change his mind, but he hadn’t yet, and the rational part of Spike’s brain told him that it would probably stay that way. Nevertheless he found himself walking inside to-

“What do you mean?! I ordered that two weeks ago you have to have it in stock!”

“Sorry ma’am but I don’t have any order registered under your name and I sold out of that game a while ago.”

A female giant holding a slushy and several receipts was standing over the counter full on yelling at Seth who looked as calm as ever. He shot Spike a quick glance as he walked in but quickly diverted it back to the customer at hand. 

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience but I’m afraid you’ll have to look elsewhere, maybe you ordered from a different store.” 

“Are you trying to say I’m stupid?”

“No-”

“All you tiny bastards think you’re so superior cause of your dumb technology, if I could even see your stupid laptop I bet It’d have my order.” 

“Miss I don’t-”

“So fucking smart huh?” 

To Seth’s and Spike’s surprise the woman upturns her slushy and Seth disappears under a chunk of it that falls out. She smirks and Spike feels a tightening in his chest.

“What are you doing?!”

The woman seems to notice Spike just at this moment and the expression of a child getting caught breaking something passes over her face before turning completely red as she pushes past him and out the door. Spike almost grabs her but Seth’s movement distracts him. 

There’s still a huge pile of slushy on the counter but Seth has trudged out of it and is trying to get it out of his hair and clothes with little results. Spike opens his mouth and as if reading his mind Seth says in a harsh tone, “You wanna help?! Go get some paper towels from the bathroom and pick up this blob thanks!”

Without a word Spike moves away from the counter and to the bathrooms in the tabletop game room, as they are closer. As he looks around the store he’s surprised to see it empty, though he reminds himself that it isn’t as late as he usually arrives. 

He rushes into the first bathroom and pulls the roll out of the wall, bending the rack a bit as he did. He paused but reassured himself that he could fix it when he got back. He quickly makes his way back to the counter only to find Seth gone from it. A small trail of red leading to behind it. Spike’s thoughts raced for a moment, could he have fallen? Was he alright? He didn’t come around the counter had he? Where exactly was he?

Spike leaned over the counter to calm his mind and spotted Seth, halfway through changing, wiping his face with a cloth. Without a word he resumed his original position and began cleaning the counter. He wasn’t sure why but every time he tried to wipe the contents up it seemed to smear and spread. The glass counter looked cloudy by the time the slushie was gone but Spike knew this wasn’t acceptable, so he kept scrapping up what he could. 

After a few minutes Seth appeared on the counter again, his face still a little red from the ordeal but in fresh clothes and less gooey hair. He didn’t seem thrilled when he saw the mess that Spike caused. 

“Jeez man, no wonder no one wants to hire you, it looks like you’ve never worked a day in your life!”

Spike finally took his hands away from the counter and couldn’t help but wilt at this. At this point he had gotten on his knees trying to see where the worst of it was but now he leaned back and stared at the floor. 

“Okay, sorry that was messed up of me. I guess thanks for what you did do.”  Seth continued but Spike was barely listening. He only had one more day, tomorrow he’d have to…

“I have to go home tomorrow.” he said without realizing. He looked from the ground to his hands and clasped them together. He didn’t know what he was going to do. After all, Seth had hit the nail on the head, he’d never done anything that wasn’t strictly manual labor. Cleaning was definitely never something he’d done himself. He had no desirable skills here, he was useless to this town.

“Home?”

Spike is pulled from his thoughts by Seth, now standing near the edge of the counter, awfully close to Spike’s face. He almost held his breath. 

“As in, Vallia?” 

Spike almost asked how he knew that before realizing that was a stupid question. He nodded. 

This close, he could see Seth’s face twist uncomfortably. He didn’t know what to make of the expression before Seth posed another question, “You have to get a job to stay? That’s why you’ve been harassing me?”

Spike could feel his face heat up. That is what he’d been doing isn’t it? He was lucky he hadn’t been deported yet. He finally said, “Sorry.”

Seth gave another indecipherable look before saying, “Fuck.” and turning from him. “I guess you can hang around here, at least until you learn something that you can use somewhere else.”

Spike couldn’t help but perk up at this. It’d been said in a roundabout way but there was so little room for doubt. “Wait-”

“If you’re not busy today you can go get the glass cleaner from the supply closet in the back.” He pointed back towards the bathrooms and Spike realized the chance he was giving him and stood before he could say anything else. He was thankful but clearly the best thing to do was prove that this wasn’t a mistake…and hope glass cleaner was labeled as such.

The night went on pretty standard for Seth. The place wasn’t too crowded but every now and again a line would form that would keep him busy. The only thing that felt strange about the night was telling Spike what to do about every twenty minutes. It wasn’t Spike’s fault but Seth’s since he expected things to take much longer than Spike was doing them in. Refill the soap? That took about thirty, done in a few minutes. Okay, put a new decal up in the window, that’s like an hour, done in ten minutes. Seth of course realized that basing these tasks off of his own experience was his mistake. Running a store that’s pretty big to giants had its downsides but Spike was getting everything done in record time. Maybe he should’ve been looking for help. 

About two hours before closing Seth had run out of stuff for Spike to do, but felt bad about sending him away so he told him to bring a chair out and sit at the counter with him, he’d teach him how to operate the work phone and the remote registers from his cell…only to realize Spike didn’t have a cell phone. 

“You don’t…wait, do giants not use them over there?” 

Spike, sitting in one of the extra game room chairs, shook his head. “No, we don’t use any of that technology in Vallia, but I’ve definitely seen other people using them. I’ll get one right away.”

“Well I don’t wanna force that on you, they're kind of expensive.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I brought my savings with me, and if everyone else has them, I should probably get in the loop right?” Spike tried to shrug it off but Seth still felt a bit guilty for putting this thought into his head. Hopefully he had a good amount of savings. 

The bell rang over the door and Seth turned to see…of course why not. He was bound to find out eventually. 

Dennis walked in and was about to approach the counter when he locked eyes with Spike. Spike sat up a little straighter, as if daring Dennis to come any closer. He didn’t, and Seth didn’t know how he felt about that. 

“What’s he doing sitting next to the counter? You get a guard dog? I heard there's been more activity at night around here so I came to check up on you.” Dennis sneered at Spike before focusing entirely on Seth. Seth had never really liked Dennis or the way he looked at him, but he was usually fine, a few times he’d gotten a little close but never anything he’d make a stink about. 

“I recently looked through my budget and thought of hiring someone part time. I know you wanted full time so I decided to go with Spike here.” Seth tried to stay as amicable as possible but could see that Dennis was getting angrier and angrier with every word. “He’s just helping out with a few menial things.” he lied, Spike had basically saved him a few days of work in a few hours. 

“You know I would’ve been happy to do anything you asked of me, even for free and now you’ve got some beef head around?” He took in a breath as if about to start yelling but instead pulled back and let it hiss through his teeth. Only now did he take a step towards the counter. Seth could see Spike stiffen and from across the counter he had to wave his hand to signal him to stay seated. Spike looked confused and almost hurt by this before going back to Dennis and watching his every move. 

Dennis made it to the counter, looking between Spike and Seth, clearly still agitated at the situation. Seth didn’t know how to defuse the tension so he simply asked, “Would you like anything while you’re here?”

Dennis fully focused on him again and Seth wished he hadn’t. Dennis, in a giant’s world wouldn’t be intimidating in the slightest. He was shorter than average, a little big boned and had sandy blonde hair and black framed glasses. If he was a tiny like Seth he’d probably be a bit taller than him, but Seth would never be afraid of someone like that. 

Dennis, like Spike, seemed to believe that personal space was a construct that didn’t need to be abided by. He’d been the first giant to actually close that distance with Seth since he moved here, and since then Seth hadn’t really had a choice in being creeped out by him. Seth would never say he was afraid of giants, they’re just people, and most watch themselves and don’t abuse the clear advantage they have on Seth and his kind. Dennis always seemed to revel in that advantage. 

“No.” Dennis said directly over him, hands on the counter to balance himself. His shadow completely covers Seth and his station. Seth refused to move however and kept his poker face on tight. 

“Alright, I’m sorry I didn’t consider you Dennis, but maybe once I expand out more I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Dennis’ eyes twitched, looking over Seth for a bit too long before he finally backed off. Without a word he exited the store and Seth could breathe again. 

“Sorry about that I knew he was going to get agro about me hiring you but-” Seth stopped as he looked back to Spike who appeared shook up for some reason. “Whoa man it’s fine, that’s just how he is.”

Spike locked eyes with Seth again and said matter-of-factly, “I should walk you home tonight, or you should stay somewhere else.”

 Despite Spike’s pleas Seth practically forbade him from escorting him home. Seth argued that Dennis wouldn’t do anything rash, he’s just annoying, but Spike had a very different feeling from him. Though Dennis was pretty small he had a terrible look in his eyes when he had them on Seth. Spike had felt a lump in his stomach the whole encounter but didn’t want to intervene, lest Seth fire him for not following directions. 

Still, Spike wanted to keep Dennis as far away from Seth…or the store as he could. When Seth locked up and started to walk home Spike loitered around the area until he was sure there was no one around waiting for them to leave. He walked in the direction of his dorm, but before that he’d need to pass a message off to his family. He passed his college and went to the border, a guard looked out through a small window. 

“Visiting or-”

“I have a message to pass.”

The guard’s mouth clamped shut before turning and grabbing a pad of paper and pen. She placed them in front of her and awaited the message. Spike prepared the words in his mind, and took a breath. 

“I’ve held up my end of the deal, I will not be returning. You are free to visit, Goodbye.”

The guard nodded and looked back up when they were done. “And who is this going to?”

Spike hesitated before speaking, not being able to help himself, “The Manuals.”

#g/t #g/t ocs #giant/tiny #g/t writing

[deantvlove2018]

DEAN TV LOVE VIII: EPISODE 14: APRIL 2024

Hello and this is episode 14 of Dean Tv love 8, on the 5th of April. It April 2024, only 3 months left till the 2024 Olympics in Paris France on the 26th of July 2024.

Everything is set for another episode of the 8th season for the Dean Tv love series. The title sequence starts off the same with the main theme. The lift doors are open as Dean and the trio of presenters entered out of the lift. They walked into the studio surrounded by a loud cheering audience. “Hello everyone, welcome to the 14th episode of Dean Tv love season 8” said Alec. “Episode 14 is here” said Kaden. The audience cheered. “It’s April” said Zara. The audience cheered, an audience member put up a sign that says April. The guru appears on the screen. “That’s the episode, April 2024” he said. They all watch the episode.

The episode takes place inside the Dean Tv mansion, the residents heard that the summer games will be in June 2024. “Not long now, only two months to go” said Dean. “One month before our concert” said Louise. Dean nodded. “The rehearsals need to be booked next week” said Dean. “Remember last year’s concert?” asked Jason. “Yeah it was on at the same time as the Eurovision song contest” said Aaron. Dean checked that last year’s eurovison song contest had 9.9 million viewers on Channel 1 and The Dean Tv love concert on Dean Tv has about 10.0 million viewers.

They all the Tv, they were all ready to watch their favourite Tv series the D girls. The Tv series is on it’s 13th season no doubt. “It’s starting” said Dean. But before the episode started, a film trailer appears. Saying that the D girls are going to be in a new movie. To celebrate the 13th anniversary of the Tv series. “Wow another movie for the D girls,how many movies are there with them in it?” said Shirley. “Not sure” said Winona. Dean shows the list of D girls movies. 

D girls the movie (2012)

D girls: How did it began (2021)

D girls in space (2023). “The 3rd movie is in space” said Dean. The voice over says that the movie will be out in U.K. cinemas on the 26th of July 2024. “Hey that’s the same date as the olympics” said Dean. “What a coincidence” said Shirley. They all watch the episode.

The episode starts off with the D girls fighting their foes. Some of the D girls were been subdued by the bad guys but a member of the D girls, Georgina (the 25th D girl) comes to the rescue. She uses her accessories to blow the foes away. The first scene turned out to be a flash back. Hollie explains that Georgina has been saving the team’s lives many time since season 12. Dean says that he know. “She has grown in the D girls team” said Dean. Rosie with Rhian inside the D girl house joined the conversation. “She has more accessories than us, we are powerless against these foes” said Rosie. Rhian agrees with her. “How come we don’t have things what she has?” asked Rhian. Dean did not answer but knows the idea. So Dean went into the lab, he had a plan to make more accessories for the girls to fight off their foes.The robots helped Dean to make it, till Georgina steps into the lab with her lab coat. Dean look at her. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”  asked Georgina. The robots responded saying no, Dean says no too. 

After hours of working, the accessories were completed. 

Till one day the bad guys were causing trouble in the city of 360. The D girls went out to fight the foes with their accessories. The foes were been subdued by the D girls. The members of the D girls like Hollie, Rhian and Rosie are happy about that they have the same accessories like Georgina. After that the D girls celebrate their victory. The episode ends with the theme tune and closing credits. “Wow what an episode, the d girls were all happy” said Louise. “Yeah, some of the girls were jealous of Georgina” said Louise. “Yeah I guess so” said Calla. They see the film trailer again. “Can’t wait to see this film” said Winona. “Well we might see it” said Louise. They all left the living room to their own thing.

The episode ends and the audience cheered. “Wow an episode of D girls is cool” said Kaden. “which is your favourite D girl?” asked Zara. “Hollie” said Kaden. “I like Georgina” said Zara. “Mine is Kelly” said Alec. 

The guru smiled. “Well that is episode 14, next week episode 15. Bye” said the guru.

End of episode 14

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#dean tv love 8

[inkbery]

some toothless practice sketches with ink

#toothless #httyd #how to train your dragon #dragon #toothless fanart #Sketchbook #sketch #sketch post #bullet journal #my art #inkbery #fanart #hey here's a game guess how many times I watched the movie this week :) answer: too many #artists on tumblr

[koitrash]

I like your voice p6

Sorry for how long it took to get out! I wanted Joel to be perfect bc i love him so much i rewrote this one so many times. There will probably b one more part after this maybe some smut idk tho. Also Ellie sings 'J's Lullaby' by Delaney Bailey bc i couldn't get it out of my head and i can totally hear her singing it to dina. I hope you guys enjoy <33

also whats up w the new moblie update this shit is so weird LMFAOO

Pairing: Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: The same as the game (??) cursing, mentions of minor character death, slight angst, Drinking, getting drunk, Fluff ;)

Word count: 3.6k

Your arms rested on the cold concrete ledge of the stone wall that spread miles around Jackson, peering down to the long drop below. Today you were finally back doing assignments again, starting with guard duty on the west gate, which was always really quiet. You saw Ellie for the first time in 2 weeks, leaving out with Dina for patrol this morning. That gash on your back handicapped you for a while, waiting for it to heal enough to do labor again. You chose to spend that time self loathing under your cozy blanket till Jesse came to yank you out of your funk. He knew the gist of what happened on that fateful patrol but not all the details. He invited you out tonight with Dina to try to get you out of the depression but wherever Dina goes Ellie follows and you couldn't stomach the thought of speaking to her again.

You were readjusting the snug fit of the rifle around your shoulder when you heard the guy next to you get relieved from duty, hoping your time to leave was also coming soon. The thing that caught your attention was the name muttered in the exchange. You glanced over to a larger man, replacing the former. He was older, had a clean cut beard and well kept hair, with eyes that sunk with age. His build gave off a strange overwhelming comfort. He nodded to you with a tight smile before settling into his spot, maybe a couple yards away.

"Hey uhh-" He started, obviously trying to grab your attention. "Did Ellie come through here earlier?" Your eyebrows furrowed at the question. Why was he asking about Ellie? Was she in trouble? What makes him think you even knew her?

"Yeah, this morning." You answered, deeming it none of your business. He only hummed in response before returning to look out at the landscape in front of you guys.

"She should be headed back soon." He said, seemingly to himself. Now curiosity scratched your brain more than you cared to admit.

"What's your name?" You spoke up, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Joel."

Joel. That's right. Joel is- or was Ellie's guardian. She's talked about him a numerous amount of times to you, told you more stories than you could count about their adventures. The nostalgic gloss over her eyes and her soft smiles proved she cared about this man very much. She mentioned how they don't talk much anymore, signaling to you that something must have happened.

"Ellie has talked about you a lot." You smiled and he immediately perked up. "She showed me a couple of movies you liked."

"Yeah," He smiled to himself as he glanced down to a... broken watch? "You're Y/n right?" You nodded in confirmation.

"She's talked about you a couple of times too. Seems like she enjoys your company a lot." Joel continued and it was only then that you realized he had a thick country accent, his voice heavy as it was velvety. It suited him well honestly. Ellie said some words with a country accent, which you guessed she picked up from him since she said she was from Boston. You chewed on the inside of your lip thinking back to how long it's been since you heard her sweet, soothing voice. You missed it. It was like every word she spoke was dipped in delicious mellow honey that smoothed the ridges in your brain, leveling out your anxious thoughts. God- you missed her.

"Did she show you that song yet?"

"What song?" Your eyebrows pushed together, interest peaked.

He stared at you blankly, eyes screaming that he might have said something he shouldn't have. "She asked me about some cords to a new song she was learning... maybe I mixed it up." A short laugh escaping his lips before he rested against the railing. Mixed what up, you still didn't have a clue.

"I haven't talked to her in a couple of weeks. I got injured on our last patrol together."

"She hasn't come to see you?"

"Nah," You scoffed. "I don't think we were close like that."

"Doesn't sound like Ellie. That girl, you gotta watch out for her."

You forced out a tight laugh, extremely confused on what Joel was talking about.

"She's been hurt a lot in the past. I can tell she really likes you but patrols can be tricky. She can be overly protective and stubborn." Joel squinted at seemingly nothing, almost like he's speaking on a memory.

"That makes two of us." You scoffed choosing to dig your feet into the small patch of rocks pushed to the ledge, feeling miserable at the recollection from patrol. "I don't think we got along very well."

"Don't worry about it too much." He stood high, now moving close to you. A strong hand laid on your shoulder, bringing you instant comfort. Joel smelled like wood and leather and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t ooze of fatherliness. "The way she talked about you makes me think she sees you as something more than a stubborn patrol partner."

But you knew that already. You already knew the girl was in love with you, and you were falling hard for her. The real problem was how you were going to handle it.

"I don't think I can be anything more than a stubborn patrol partner to her." You held down the lump threatening to burst in your throat. You didn't know why being next to Joel was making you so vulnerable but a voice screamed in your head to trust him with your life.

"You keep thinking like that and you'll never see you the way she does." His voice was soft, gentle, and caring. Your hands trembled as you turned to him, feeling like you'd erupt into tears like a volcano, because he was right. This silly, fucked up rule system you had was only ruining your happiness. It was destroying your chance at loving the one thing you cared most about. He offered you a soft smile before removing his hand, pivoting to head back to his original spot.

"Heard there's a bonfire tonight," Joel started.

"Jesse invited me." You said softly, not really sure if you wanted him to hear you.

"Ellie talked about going. Try speaking to her." He finished, not acknowledging your past sentence. Before you could protest, a tall stuffy man was standing near you, hinting that your time was up. You nodded as you adjusted your rifle again, moving past the man swiftly. You slowed when you were passing Joel, not exactly sure what to say. He turned to look at you when your brain drew a blank, settling on giving him a soft smile with a nod, hoping he'd understand your thanks.

Jesse waved you down from across the lawn. The moon hung high in the sky as you gazed around the lot, scoping out the field filled with bodies. Some were sitting on logs, huddled around a large fire. Others were snuggled up in pairs, scattered around the yard, to which earned an eye roll from you. They all laughed and chatted idly with each other, all engaging in their own conversations. The bonfire was in the middle of the woods, surrounded by tall trees, wrapped in Christmas lights, that gave you some sense of comfort.

Jesse was sitting cradling a cup on a thick fallen tree , spread at least 20 feet long, sitting around 10 other people. You expected to see Dina accompanying him but she was nowhere in sight.

“How you feeling champ?’ Jesse smiled, standing to give you a hug.

“A little tired, Guard duty is so boring.” You answered, sighing into the taller man's shoulders.

“I missed you man! How's your back healing?’ He gave you one more soft squeeze before letting you go and seating himself back on the log. You guessed the ‘I missed you’ comment was about seeing you in society again since he did visit your messy shell of a house some days ago.

“ It’s alright. Doesn't hurt much anymore, sometimes if I sleep on it wrong.” you smiled, sitting next to him. It was nice being back out in the world around people your age again. “Wheres Dina?’

He answered only with a nod and a jerk of his thumb to somewhere behind you. Pausing, you already heard Dinas roaring laugh, sending an all knowing smile to Jesse before turning around. You couldn't help the smile that curled your face as you saw Dina throw her head back from laughing so hard. She was dancing with Ellie, and it made your heart tighten. She looked so beautiful under the soft, warm glow from the fire. It was like a picture painted in your head. Ellies head turned to the side, probably from embarrassment, exposing her slender neck. She smiled shyly and her face flushed. Now the only thing that filled your mind was placing a million soft kisses on it.

Dina turned back to you and Jesse's direction as her face lit up more than it already was, Ellie’s gaze also following. Dina’s hands fell from her shoulders as she pulled away now making her way to Jesse- or maybe you- oh god definitely you. Her arms swung open, gesturing you to stand for a hug, which you happily obliged to. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, hair brushing your cheek as you leaned in.

“Y/n! I haven't seen you in forever! How are you? I heard you got hurt on the last patrol, are you okay?’ She shot out questions faster than you could answer as you pulled away.

“Yeah, I'm all good now! It wasn't that bad honestly.” You smiled at her, mind running wild thinking what all Ellie told her about the patrol. Speaking of Ellie, you glanced at her direction, seeing her looking back at you shy and awkward just like the first time you saw her. The smile slowly creeping onto your face was reflected by the girl in front of you. She moved quickly, wrapping her arms around you tightly. Your brain didn't even register the hug for a second, it was too busy trying to figure out if Ellie still liked you. Her familiar scent comforts your senses immediately.

“I'm glad you're okay, Y/n.” She breathed into the side of your head. Your mind all but screamed at you to tell her you never stopped thinking about her. Tell her you're sorry for the way you acted. Tell her you missed her so much. Tell her you wanted her to come see you.

“I am now.’ Was the only thing you could manage to say, melting in her hold. You could stay like this forever, forgetting the guilt that poked the back of your head as she held you like you were the only thing on earth, soft warm hands roaming your back. It was cut far too short as she pulled away to look at your face, like she hadn't seen it in years. Her beautiful green eyes flickered between yours, a soft smile playing on her lips. You couldn't help but to smile back, her face was so mesmerizing, you could literally stare at it all day.

“Ellie!” Dina called now sitting next to Jesse. “Where is your guitar? Jesse says he thinks I can't play.” She smirked.

“That's because I know you can't play.” He laughed next to her.

“It's over by the fire.” Ellie answered, stabbing her thumb back in that direction.

“You brought your guitar?” You asked, drawing her attention back to you.

“Yeah, I bring it to every bonfire.” Her hand rubbed at her neck.

“You gonna play something for me?” You teased, nudging her with your elbow.

“She's been learning a new song if I remember correctly.'' Dina brushed past, head turning to wiggle her brows at Ellie, whose face was flushed red.

“Oh! I met Joel!” You chirped, now remembering the conversation with him earlier.

“Really?”

“Yeah! He seems like a really sweet guy. First thing he said was ‘Ellie come through here?’” You faked a deep voice and country accent, trying to impersonate the man the best you could, earning yourself a laugh from Ellie.

“Yeah, he can be a bit… protective.” Her smile melted down to a mildly bothered look.

“He told me about a song you were learning.” You opted to change the subject as it creeped into territory you'd rather not cross.

“I guess I have to play it for you now, huh?’ Her smile returned as she joked, knowing your request before you said it. Your eyes widened, surprised she guessed your next words. A loud strum of strings grabbed your attention as Dina poorly tried to show her skills. You laughed at Jesse's pained face, downing whatever was in his cup. “Hey where are the drinks anyways?”

“Over here, come on.” Ellie answered brushing your wrist like she wanted to hold your hand before pushing forward. You followed her closely to a cooler filled with ice and beer. Your face twisted at the thought of drinking that disgusting alcohol.

Ellie chuckled. “ I'll take it you don't like beer.”

You shrugged, smirking at her. “Its my favorite”

“Sarcasm, we're getting somewhere.” She smiled at you before turning to a small white table with a half empty vodka on it. Shots were something you could get with. You grabbed the bottle as Ellie pushed two cups to you, pouring and taking one quickly. You coughed, throat burning in protest as Ellie downed the other cup. You eyed her, bottom lip catching slightly under your teeth, as you shot a finger up. “One more.” You laughed as she threw her head back, wanting to protest but you knew she would do it.

Three shots later and now she's chasing you around the fire as you waved one of her shoes above your head. How you got here was fuzzy. You just remembered trying to help her out and tie her shoe before the impulsive drunk thoughts won, telling you to snatch it right off her foot and run for your life. Your lungs crushed as your legs took you as fast as they could, laughing uncontrollably. Ellie yelled a string of curses chasing behind, laughing as hard as you were. You slowed to gasp for air when she crashed into you, sending you both tumbling to the soft grass below. Her hands were immediately on you as she apologized profusely asking you if you were okay. You sat up quickly, world spinning around you, eyes wide and senses numb, you turned to Ellie. She was crouched next to you, must have got up quickly from the fall but you couldn't tell because time wasn't a thing in your drunken state.

“Are you okay?” She looked deeply concerned as her eyes roamed you for any injuries, a hand steady on your knee. The fall happened so fast and you honestly couldn't feel anything except for how hot you were. You cracked out a laugh for no real reason.

“I can't feel shit Ellie!” Throwing your head back, you laughed until she slowly joined in. When you finally opened your eyes again she was damn near on top of you. Jerking back quickly, she lost her grip falling on top of your bent legs. It wasn't until you saw her arm stretched out in reach of your hand still holding her shoe that you were tossed into a laughing fit again.

“Did you think I let my guard down!?”

“Gimme the damn shoe!” She reached again, now sending you flying back as you held the shoe above your head. Her leg flew over yours quickly as she now straddled you, pinning you to the ground. You laughed till you couldn't breathe any more, arms flailing around desperately trying to keep the shoe away from her. You let out a high pitched squeal when her fingered grazed your stomach, wiggling wildly. There's no way she resorted to tickling. Your arms snapped to your sides as you tried to wiggle from under her. She snatched her shoe out of your hold as you screamed ‘Mercy’ but that didn't stop her. She continued to tickle you, now moving to your neck, under your arms, to your stomach, to even sticking a finger in your ear. You both laughed till your lungs gave out, gasping for air like there was no more left in the world.

She finally stopped, rolling off of you to lay by your side, chest rising and falling quickly as her mouth dropped and eyes closed, trying to collect as much air in her lungs as she could. All you could do was watch her like she was a piece in a museum. Her smile stayed as she turned to you, giving you that ‘you're the only person on the planet’ stare that made your heart flutter. Her eyes flickered to your smile, then back to your eyes, then your hair, then neck, hand moving to brush yours that laid beside hers. You pushed to your side, resting on your elbow as your other hand met her face. Her fingers immediately moved to rest on top of yours, now cupping her cheek. Then your lips met hers and the world around you stopped moving. Fireworks went off in your head, sparks flying in the background. The kiss was soft, gentle, reassuring.

You pulled away first, wanting to see her pretty face. Her brows pushed together slightly as she looked into your eyes for an answer. “But-” She stuttered out breathless and barely over a whisper.

“You wanna show me that song now?” You smiled down at her, and she slowly returned it, cheeks now turning a pretty shade of pink

Ellie sat with her guitar loosely on her lap, fingers grazing the strings. You knew she was somewhat drunk, you were even drunker. Your butt was cold as it sat on the hard ground, but she looked so beautiful as you gazed up at her. You guys were sat away from everyone else, in your own little world where everything was sparkling, Ellie was the light of your life, and nothing else mattered.

“I'm a bit drunk so I can't do much.” She smiled down lazily at you. Her fingers dragged down the strings and she cursed softly. “Wait, hang on.” She smiled and readjusted her fingers again, but you didn't hear anything wrong before, everything she did was music to your ears.

‘Darling, Id wait for you, even if you didn't ask me to.”

You'd be lying if you said her singing didn't snatch the air right out your lungs. She looked down at you so gently, with love in her eyes as she continued.

‘Tie a lasso around the moon, and bring it on down to you. Id bottle the feeling you give me. Shelve that stuff for years to come”

She coughed awkwardly and glanced at you, guitar relaxing in her hold.

“Thats all I’m doing since I’m drunk and I dont want to fuck it up anymore.” She laughed and her hand flew to the back of her neck. God this woman was so amazing it actually brought tears to your eyes. Her voice was so mesmerizing not to mention how beautiful the words were.

“Woah, are you crying? What's wrong!?” Ellie all but threw the guitar from her lap to move closer to you, hand moving to cup your face.

“I'm so sorry Ellie.” You cried, moving to wipe your tears, streaming down your cheeks. “Im sorry I was being so stupid on that patrol, you were just treating me like some child and I wanted to prove myself to you. I was being reckless and stupid and this is all so confusing because I like you so much but what if you die! I would give you the fucking world so please dont die- I cant handle it-” You exploded, words slurring together through the tears, shoulders sagging as she wrapped her arms around you. “You're like the most amazing human being I've ever met, Ellie, I like you so much- but you haven't talked to me since the patrol and I thought you hated me!”

“What? Y/n I could never hate you! Im like fucking in love with you- did you not listen to the song?”

“The song was so beautiful!” You threw your head back melodramatically as you continued to cry, which earned a chuckle from Ellie.

“Y/n look at me,” Her smile remained as she cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at her sincere face. “I haven't stopped thinking about you since I’ve met you. You're like the most beautiful person I've ever met,” She paused and you mentally noted that she was definitely drunk.

“I just said that.” You teased.

“I-” She sighed. “Shut up and listen. I want you in my life. I'm sorry I got so protective on the patrol. I just didn't want you to get hurt and that's exactly what happened and it scared me. I didn't come see you because I blamed myself. I couldn't stomach the thought of seeing you injured because of me.” Some of her words slurred together.

“You didn't make the floor cave in you idiot.”

“No, but I made you feel like you needed to prove yourself. I’m sorry Y/n.” She looked like she was on the verge of tears at the confession and the world around you spun so violently, painfully reminding you that you were very drunk. The voice in the back of your head screamed to leave. Memory of Joel reminding you to put yourself first. Images of your brother covered in blood, lying dead in front of you. Ellie’s hand on your face reassuring you. This was all too much and your stomach screeched at you to get to a trash can immediately.

“I think I'm gonna throw up.” Was all you could manage to say before lifting yourself to puke behind the log.

Teehee a lil cliff hanger again hehhehehe anyways I really hope i wrote Joel good i was so nervous i didn't wanna fuck it up anyways thank you for making it this far! Hopefully i can get started on a new fic or start taking requests if you guys want them :) <333

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou #tlou2 #tlou fanfic

[angelkurenai]

So much for a surprise - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: So much for a surprise

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: I'd love a chris evans x reader one shot, where they're dating, and after the knives out movie, he's been spending a lot of time with his co-star Ana de Armas, and like in one specific interview she was getting very flirty and such with Chris, and touching his arm and stuff, and I'd just want to see how you'd interpret jealous!reader, and Chris reacting to that jealousy!!

Looking at your phone, for what seemed like the millionth time that day, you tried to suppress a sigh, though you couldn't help the roll of your eyes. Despite the amount of messages and notifications, and there were plenty for sure, none of them including your boyfriend.

You didn't want to hold it against him, after all you knew he was particularly busy these days what with all the interviews and promoting his newest movie. And despite all the games and laughs it could be, or at least it seemed to be to the rest of the world, you were an actress yourself and understood that it could be tiring, exhausting and on more than one occasions very nerve-wracking especially if one was already anxious about taking on a new role after years of being famous for another one. You understood because you had gone through all of that yourself, and you could have excused his lack of contact. You would have, really, if it wasn't for the fact that those interviews were no longer part of his job and a stressful one at that. No, if anything, they were obviously only an excuse now.

An excuse to not answer phone calls or messages, an excuse to spend less time at home, an excuse to make plans to go out with without you – oh you couldn't even remember the last time it had been just the two of you out for a simple drink – an excuse to pull further apart from you, an excuse fool around and be playful with another woman. It was that last part which brought a bitter taste in your mouth. If it was his friends, long-time ones or not, you wouldn't have paid so much attention to it but when he said that he was going out for the third time in a row with Ana and maybe some costar might tag along but he didn't know then there was only so much you could take.

You didn't doubt him, you would never doubt him or his fidelity to you, because you knew the kind of man you had beside you. After years of being together you how much he loved you, he made sure show it every chance he got and made sure you never forgot it, so you always trusted him even if he more often than not ended up surrounded by so many beautiful women at a time. But that didn't mean you could trust her, just like you couldn't blame her. Alright maybe you could andyou would if she ever tried anything with Chris, but the lingering touches or easy smiles and casually frequent glances were no reason for you to start anything or try to hold it against her. Not yet.

You could very easily hold it against him, though. For allowing all of it, but above all for allowing himself to be pulled away from you because of another woman. It wasn't your fault that you couldn't stop the pang in your chest. You weren't to blame for the way your heart squeezed, a bit painfully sometimes too. It was not on you that whenever he said, in that casual simple way that “Oh just going out with Ana.” as if she was his girlfriend of three years and not you, you felt your throat close up and your eyes burn with something akin to unshed tears. You refused to believe it was tears and you refused to believe that he was hurting you, that this situation was hurting you, when it could all easily be just in your head so instead you shrugged most of it off.

“Hey, we were-” the man started but paused when he saw the deep frown that had set on your face, the concern that slipped on his features was touching to say the least. Especially as he gave a small sign to his friends and approached you. Your friends as well and you tended to forget that lately just like you couldn't enjoy anything good that happened to you because of how things with Chris were but then again you had not shared much of it with him and when you didn't get to share your happiness with him it always tended to feel less true or real.

“Are you alright?” the hand on your shoulder along with the small squeeze and warmth it brought was comforting in a way you had almost forgotten you wanted but clearly more than needed, you realized.

“Just fine, don't worry about me. Going without any sleep for two days in a row kind of takes a toll on you, I guess.” you shrugged softly, slowly tucking your phone in your pocket; hoping even in the last couple seconds that there would be a message from your boyfriend.

“Are you trying to be reassuring now?” his eyebrows rose “Cause you're doing a really shitty job at it let me tell you. Hey remind me again who you've been taking acting lessons from at first? Hugh Jackman? Well it shows.”

“No, I swear I-” you couldn't help the giggle that left your lips, feeling light even for a few second “I am alright, really. A tad tired but only because I had so many scenes today. I recover fast and I have tomorrow off so all will be good. It's not anything I'm not used to.”

“I-” his small smile dropped in the end, worry showing through once more “Are you sure? Because I've seen you check your phone plenty of times in between breaks so I worried that- Well, something might've happened.”

“No, it's- Well, I expected some phone call or message from my boyfriend but apparently he's still busy with interviews, so I might just have to go ahead and meet him in person there. We might go out later... I think. We usually do every Friday so...” you trailed off and shrugged, not wanting to burden him with unnecessary worries and information despite how close you were lately.

“Oh well, in that case-” he nodded his head, glancing over his shoulder for a second before facing you again “It seems like you've already got plans with him then but uhm in case anything happens and you're off early or in the mood for drinks we know where we will be-”

“Oh but I'm not sure if I will have time to-” you said with slight worry and wide eyes.

“I know, I know.” he chuckled softly, quickly trying to calm you down “Just letting you know in case there's an off chance that it happens. We'll be waiting for you either way. I'll be waiting.”

You didn't dare say much to him after that, only gave him a shy smile and nod with a promise to at least try, and him that he was alright with anything, and watched him leave with the rest of your friends before you got in your own car to make your way to the studios where the interviews would be held. For the first time, probably in days if not weeks, you felt much lighter. Maybe it was good to see that you were wanted somewhere, in someone's company even though it wasn't your boyfriend's - despite your deepest hopes.

If only your good mood could last for longer than the whole 30 minutes of the ride, that would have been ideal. However, in the end, part of you wished that said interview was probably on the other side of the globe instead of so close to your filming location. Because as you walked into the studio, try as you might, you couldn't hold back the lump in your throat as you saw the scene in front of you.

“Don't know what that is but it sounds good!” Chris said with a grin on his face, soon followed by easy laughter from both him and Ana.

Ana's hand was in that very second on his arm, giving a small squeeze as they kept laughing together, until it slowly but surely started sliding down until her hand was holding his. The interview kept going and they both had smiles on, an occasional laugh escaping here and there. Her hand remained with his long enough for you to notice how he thumb was rubbing soothing circles one moment and playing with his fingers the next in a slow and easy manner that you knew he loved, you knew relaxed him even in the most stressful situations – especially during interviews which you knew he always needed – and that you knew... was your thing. Or at least so you thought.

And apparently you had been mistaken for at least three years now. You had been mistaken to think those warm comforting touches were just for the two of you to share and say things without having to verbally phrase them. You had been mistaken to think that the smile you saw on his face as he looked at Ana was saved just for you. You had been mistaken to believe that the way his face softened and his eyes focused with an unmistakable spark of interest were reserved just for you when you spoke to him about things you loved and not also her as she answered a question that very moment. You had been mistaken to think that the way his shoulder fell in relaxation, in easiness and comfort, as if coming back home for a long day, was reserved just for you and was something that came naturally. As naturally as the feeling of love which he so openly showed both with his actions and words whenever he saw you... or at least used to.

Come to think of it, many of the things you had been considering as important, as unique, for the two of you, were probably nothing more than maybe you getting sentimental or worse too attached. And, for sure you now realized, not happening lately much if not at all. But maybe that was to be expected when you were hardly spending any time together whatsoever. Maybe even not as meaningful... not as true?

But if that love, if those looks and touches and words, were not true then what else about your relationship was in the first place? What was real? What was unique? If he could so easily relax around her, flirt with her and accept her flirting back so easily, so openly then-

You shook your head and tore your eyes from the scene before you, effectively silencing their laughter in your head, even though it already sounded very far off. The unpleasant feeling was back, squeezing your heart, tightening your stomach in knots and making your eyes burn. The bad taste in your mouth, as your throat closed, was there too and you decided to bite on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying or doing anything you wouldn't like. Even the taste of blood was better, anything was better, really than the bitterness that came when you watched them interact like that.

You were above this, had always been especially with all the fans and female costars he had that got a bit more handsy and yes, you brushed most of it off. Most of it, when your blood wasn't boiling like it was right now because of how long this had gone on for.

Watching Chris making his way towards you, with his usually warm smile -even though you couldn't feel its sentiment at the moment -and a clear look of surprise on his face to see you there you felt that over the bitterness, you did feel mad. What you heard didn't help.

“Hey, Chris, don't forget about the meetup later yeah?” it was Ana and really you had nothing against her, not anymore, and not much more than your boyfriend.

Especially when he looked at her with a smile and nod “Sure thing I'll meet up with you there.”

“Honey, hey!” he breathed out and pecked your lips though you didn't even blink up at him, let alone smile “What a surprise, what are you doing here?”

“Surprise huh?” maybe you had originally planned it as that but now even the word made you huff angrily “Oh I'm not sure, maybe you would know better if you did check your phone once in a while. What the fuck is wrong with you, I called you so many times, Chris. Damn it I almost thought something happened. You always answer at least for a couple seconds, you always-” you stopped yourself immediately when you realized you were close to raising your voice and causing a scene which was the last thing you wanted.

Chris' eyes were somewhat wide and his smile had vanished. He considered your expression and stance for a few more seconds before he said in more serious voice “Maybe you'd like to talk in private then?”

Shaking your head, you huffed a humorless laugh but followed him as he took hold of your hand, linking your fingers and leading you away from the main set. No sooner were you alone than you pulled your hand from his grasp, not fact or angrily, only in a cold way without a single emotion on your face which you saw made his frown deepen.

“What's the matter baby?” he asked, voice low and somehow hoarse as he saw you wrap your arms around yourself and take a step back from him. A flush of hurt was visible in his eyes and you didn't like that it felt good to see it, but it was what it was.

“No first, let me ask you a question Chris.” you took a deep breath, trying to straighten your back “Do you know what day it is today?”

“Friday, why are you-”

“Oh so you do know, splendid! Then you haven't lost track of the date and you certainly haven't lost your phone or anything because you would have mentioned it when I brought it up. Which means you haven't been checking it or have checked, seen my calls, and didn't bother. Both of which, especially today, are equally bad. So, to sum it up-” you let out a shaky sigh “You don't give a damn about me anymore.”

“What?” he blinked in surprise “Where did that-”

“You know it's Friday and we always make plans for Friday night, always Chris. You make sure to text me about it first thing in the morning every single time. No matter where we are, even when we cannot be together, because we had promised. You had, Chris, because you knew. You knew how important it was to me to know even in the most simple way that my partner cares, you knew how much I needed that and I never asked for more never cared for more than just an hour out of your day, you knew better than anyone what I've gone through, and you promised Chris!” you pressed your fingers over your pursed lips when you realized you'd let yourself get carried away, raising your voice was not something you wanted. His eyes did widen this time and his eyebrows shot up.

You shook your head and made sure to wipe any sort of emotion from your face. Mostly caring to wipe out the proof of pain, that is, which you had been constantly feeling, because you were absolutely fine with him seeing the anger. If he managed to attribute it to your jealousy as well then you didn't care, you were beyond that now. If only it was as easy for the tears to be concealed.

You looked at him, and despite your red-rimmed eyes, your voice was low and cold “You always made sure to call. For the past three years. You never missed a single day. Until today. But of course-” you laughed bitterly, your words laced with venom as you nearly glared at him “You already made plans with somebody else, didn't you honey?”

“What- No, I-” he shook his head, eyebrows knitted together and baby blue eyes glistening with sadness and, dare you say, guilt “That's not what it looks like. Really, if this is about it then I promise I- (Y/n), of course you're welcome!”

“Welcome where? Cause I don't feel welcome anywhere in your life, Chris, let alone around her. And no it's clearly not just about this, but how would you even know how you've been making me feel all this time when you're hardly ever around, Chris?” you hissed before looking away from him.

“Hardly ever around?” you didn't know if your words hurt him as much as angered him, based on the way his eyes darkened with anger “Given that you do the same job, I didn't think you'd just show up like this only to pick a fight over something you know I have little control over. These days are harder on me and you know it, you can't really blame me for that! I was doing interviews all day and in between breaks I was so tired I forgot to check even my own phone, I didn't know that's a crime now.”

“So you do think that that's really what I'm trying to say here huh? Wow.” you blinked several times “You think you're the only one having a hard time, Chris? You have no idea about how hard of a time I am having then. No idea how emotionally exhaustion this new role is or how tired I am all the time. No idea how despite all that, I still can't go to sleep lately. And insomnia doesn't even begin to cover it, because of the doubts and constant thinking that I do and you're not there Chris, during any of it. You have no idea about any of it but I mean, how could you? We barely even talk anymore and no!” you raise your hands to stop him “It is not because of this job, it is because of her that all this is happening.”

“H-her?” he frowned in confusion before you saw the realization set down on him and a small sigh escape his lips “Ana? Really, this is all about that? (Y/n), you were always above this, you've never had a jealous fit. We both know I'm just spending some time with a friend, there is nothing more to that. There could never be, how could you ever believe otherwise?”

“How?” you couldn't stop a scoff “Really? You ask how? Oh my gosh, Chris, she is flirting with you nonstop! I have seen the looks and touches and everything, you can't be that oblivious. No I refuse to believe it. For the love of, that was the exact way I acted around you at first! It's crystal clear that she likes you and flirts with you and asks you out all the time and you- you're encouraging this! Chris, you spent twice the time with her than with me and I clearly don't mean work. You're constantly out with her, you do nothing to stop it and even when you're supposed to do something for the two of us you- you go and put her first. And only on second thought, as if to do me a favor, you think to invite me over because oh poor her she'll spend our night all alone. Honestly-” you laughed humorlessly “I wonder who's really your girlfriend after all. Or better yet-” you paused, hesitating for only half a second because maybe you were too hurt and the part of you that was angry was easily controlling your words but you didn't hold it back.

What is the point in being your girlfriend in the first place?

You heard him take a sharp breath in, his eyes and face all showing unbelievable guilt and pain at your words as if it was finally downing him the extent of his mistake. But you didn't let yourself feel sorry even for a second and if he really deserved a taste of his own medicine he was going to get it.

“I didn't know I- I made you feel this way.” his voice was shaky and you could see the beginning of tears make his eyes glisten. You were probably too cruel but so was reality and everything you had been experiencing so when he took a step forward you took one backwards as well. “Honey-” he made to touch you but you shifted away and he didn't insist, although his hands were shaking and his eyes were wide, he forced himself to stay calm you “You know that... I- I love you more than anything.”

“Do I?”seeing the way his lips fell apart but he shook his head and tried to get it together.

“(Y/n), hear me out please.” his hands were shaking and he let out a trembling breath as he ran his fingers through his hair.

He finally got the courage to back up “You know that I love, that will never- it can never change, no matter what. I would never do something like that to you, certainly not knowingly. I'm not that kind of man, I would never be and even more so not to you! You know how important you are to me, goodness, I love you with all my heart! I've loved you for years, nothing can take it away. It breaks me to think I made you feel like this, hell to even realize you're jealous--” he scoffed angrily but you could see it was directed at nobody else but himself as he ran a hand down his face “It's not anywhere near flattering or funny or cute when I see you like this. I shouldn't have let it get this far, it's my fault you feel like this, I know, but I promise-”

“Promise?” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper but somehow more effective than any screaming or jealousy fit you could throw as it made him stop on the instant, lips pressing shut “I think I've had enough of promises, Chris, don't you think?”

“Baby, I- I-” he frowned, not understanding how this had gotten so bad and maybe that was somehow comforting - certainly preferable to him encouraging her flirting knowingly or as a joke “I love you.”

“And I love you, but this-” you let out a shaky breath, shrugging numbly “It's not even jealousy, not anymore. Was it at first? Yes, yes it was. You're my boyfriend and you spent more time with her, out for drinks with Ana, out for a dinner with Ana and maybe some costar, interviews with Ana and talking in between breaks with Ana, letting Ana calm you down and comfort you when I-” you sighed “But as I said, not anymore. At this point... I don't have it in me to feel anything at all.”

“So-” you took hold of your things again “You can go ahead and have your fun and you don't have to feel sorry for me-” you hated how you sniffled but remained proud for how put together you still were “I hoped things were different but don't worry, I do know there is someone out there that at least wants my company, my presence in their life. I won't doubt that. I wished it was you but... what can you do?”

“Wh-what?” he breathed out shakily, his voice gruff as he slowly came to realize what you meant “What do you me-”

“Bye Chris, hope I'll see you... sometime within the next week, if you decide to show up at our place.” you gave him a tight-lipped smile before you rushed away.

He tried to reach out for you but you were faster, and him being still in shock and a mess of emotions, didn't have time to catch up with you. He stood in his place for a good few seconds, his heart hammering in his chest, eyes burning, lungs hurting and mind foggy. It didn't even register when he heard Ana speak to him, asking whether everything was alright, and him brushing her off with a small mumble before closing the door, maybe a bit too in her face but doesn't bring himself to care, and asking for some time alone. All the time he couldn't help but wonder how it all had gotten to this.

“Who...” he could only hear himself whisper with a deep frown, the thoughts running through his mind nowhere near pleasant as your words echoed again and again in his mind. He wanted to be even a bit angry, and maybe he was deep down underneath all this, but he couldn't fight the ache in his chest, the deep burn of jealousy which oh stung a lot, and ultimately the hurt than ran deep - even deeper when he realized that this was how he had made you feel - inevitably it brought a feeling of self-loathing as well.

But when he heard the small thud, of something falling, he realized it wasn't really a matter of who. He didn't even have the right to be angry at whoever was making you feel good, welcome and at ease; hell even if they made you feel wanted and desired, he had it coming and he even deserved it as much as he deserved the bitter taste in his mouth and jealousy in his heart. It was him who was at fault, him who had screwed up everything.

Looking down he saw the small object that had fallen from his pocket where he always kept it with him the past couple days, secured and safe away from eyes that could find it before it was the right time. He wanted to scoff bitterly at the thought, would he get the chance to find one after all?

“So much for a surprise huh?” he asks practically noone as he opens the box and takes the ring to toy with between his fingers.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris #chris evans #chris x reader #chris evans x reader #chris imagine #chris evans imagine #chris fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris one shot #chris evans one shot #ana de armas #x reader #jealousy #one-sided #fluff #angst

[awanderingdeal]

Hi! I hope you're doing well. I would love to read a fluffy sort of companion piece to the unfair race, where perhaps Finn feels the itch to keep running and working out endlessly after practice but then stops himself and does something healthier instead with his boys, and they're proud of him. If you want to, of course

Hi Anon! Thanks for the request. I'm not 100% happy with this one, but here goes!

You can read 'An Unfair Race' here and it's other companion piece 'Endless Nights' here

Rating: T

CW: insinuations of poor mental health, an implied sexual joke and food.

Let me know if you feel I need to change the rating or missed any content warnings!

All credit for these characters and the sweater weather universe goes to @lumosinlove

Finn tugged his sneakers on, pulling the laces a little too tight at first, then flexing his foot to let the material push out to something more comfortable. Even as he shrugged on his windbreaker, a bright shiny thing he thought made him look like he belonged in a cutlery draw, Finn knew he was too wired for this run.

He'd never really settled down from his session with Heather this afternoon, a fate partially of his own doing. Finn knew better than the schedule social events straight afterwards, needing time to process the half explored ideas which would fester into angry beasts if he tried to ignore them. Still, he was human; what he knew was good for him, and what he actually did, were not always one and the same. An afternoon with Olli had been too appealing: shopping, cocktails, darts, and conversation dripping in sarcasm. Now, standing here at 10.30pm with his head full of too many thoughts, Finn was resentful of his earlier self.

Leaning over the bed to grab his phone, he caught his reflection in the mirror. The jacket was not something he ever would have brought himself, a present from his mom during his first year of Harvard. 'So I know you're safe in the dark' the note that came with the parcel had read. It was old and tattered, but Finn couldn't bring himself to part ways with it. The small declaration of love never failed to make him smile.

He'd reached for the phone to set an alarm, the tinny sound his reminder to return home before he pushed too far. He paused, looking at his background, a pilfered Snapchat of Leo and Logan with their arms slung around one another's shoulders. Leo's head was tipped back in a hearty laugh whilst Logan's smirked. His boys. His boys who were right there in this apartment.

Finn gave a long breath, stripped the phone pouch from his arm and changed into a warmer pair of pants than his running leggings. The windbreaker stayed. He found Leo first, sat on the couch with his legs crossed beneath him. He was yelling into his headset, accent dripping heavily through his words as he jabbed repeatedly at the controller. Finn faltered in the doorway, not wanting to disturb Leo's fun with his cousins

Leo turned anyway, setting a bright smile on Finn. "Hey fishcake, heading out?" He looked at Finn properly then, his smile mellowing into something more concerned. Lifting a hand to mute his microphone, he titled his head slightly. "What's the matter?"

"I was just going to see if you wanted to come for a walk with me," Finn said, hoping the reply didn't sound as desperate to Leo's ears as it had his own. "Don't worry though, you're busy. I'll check in with Lo."

"He's decorating cakes for Katie. We can ask if he wants to come with us though, it's nothing that can't wait. Give me one second." Before Finn could protest, Leo had switched his microphone back on and informed his cousins he needed to leave - just like that - which even Finn knew was not the done thing.

"Logan's baking?"

"I baked," Leo laughed lightly, hopping over the back of the couch. "Logan's decorating. I tried to offer help, but he insisted on doing them himself."

The cupcakes themselves were not bad at all. The kitchen, however, was a disaster. Logan stood amongst a chaos of icing, dyes and cake toppers, his forehead scrunched adorably into a frown as his fingers worked with a surprising gentle dexterity.

"I'm taking Finn for a walk," Leo proclaimed, dodging the soft punch Finn attempted to land on his shoulder. "Do you want to come, Lolo?"

"Ouais, but..." Logan spread his hands, gesturing to the counter in front of him.

"You can put the buttercream in the fridge, the rest'll wait until we're back."

Logan looked down at the cakes, then back up at his Finn. "If you're sure," he hummed, already twisting a closure around the bag of buttercream.

"They'll be fine, I promise," Leo reassured, offering and hand for Logan to take and tangling their fingers together. "They'll be perfect for her."

"You have something..." Finn chuckled, dragging a finger through a patch of pink buttercream on Logan's cheek and popped his finger into his mouth. "...everywhere." Finn tugged at the grey t-shirt speckled in edible glitter. "Go and wash up, we'll wait."

Logan fixed his eyes on Finn, a tension held between them, before he turned to head down the hallway. Leo propped his chin on Finn's head, the two of them swaying slightly to their own private rhythm.

"I-" Finn startled slightly. He hadn't heard Logan's approach. He lifted his head from Leo's chest, waiting patiently for Logan to finish his sentence. "- feel like I'm missing something."

"You're not missing anything, Lo. Running just didn't feel like it'd be fun today."

Logan pursed his lips, eyes inspecting Finn again. "Okay," he finally conceded, stepping into place beside Finn.

***

"Oh!" Logan pointed enthusiastically at the building they had just past. It had been empty for a long time, but recently the 'For Sale' sign had been taken down and the three of them had taken to a new game of guessing what the new business would be.

"A shoe shop, but you don't get to pick. The owner decides what the perfect pair of shoes for you is," Finn mused.

"The dream," Leo laughed. "Do you know how much of a struggle it is to get shoes for these feet."

"I'm a big fan of those feet," Finn waggled his eyebrows.

"Wh-"

"I actually know what it is, " Logan interrupted. "The lady was coming out of there when I was getting coffee yesterday, so I asked."

"That's cheating, Logan," Finn deadpanned, keeping his tone as serious as he could manage.

"Fine, I won't tell you then."

Finn lasted approximately three seconds before he groaned. "Tell me! Tell me!"

"I'm not sure, it was cheating, non?"

"It's a fabric and crafts store," Leo said casually, although he increased his pace to put a few steps between himself and Logan.

Logan halted, his face contorting comically into a bemused expression. "Leo!"

"Quoi?" Leo teased. "You two were having fun, I didn't want to ruin it. I bumped into them unloading a delivery a few weeks back."

"Excuse me, was nobody going to tell me?"

"I was just about to," Logan pointed out.

"Perhaps you should finish your 10,000 other projects first before you buy more yarn?" Leo raised an eyebrow. "I'm still waiting on my sweater."

"I'm feeling very judged right now, and besides I finished Lo's," Finn defended. "Yours is too big."

"Hey!" The protest came at him from both directions and Finn laughed.

***

"Thank you for coming with me." Finn pressed a kiss first to Leo's lips and then Logan's. "I know you were both busy."

Leo tugged him back, knocking their foreheads together lightly. "Thank you for asking us."

"Ouias," Logan breathed, joining their hug. "I know it's not always easy."

"You two make it easier," Finn smiled softly. "Alright, alright, I'm going to get a shower before I start crying.

Almost two hours later, Finn flopped onto the couch, his wrist throbbing slightly from the long entry he'd poured into his journal. Still, he felt lighter now and his normal wind-down routine had left him relaxed. Logan joined him, folding himself into Finn's lap, all remnants of his decorating having been scrubbed away in his own shower.

"Where's Knutty?" Finn hummed.

"He was doing a zoom yoga session with Natalie," Logan answered, tapping at his phone. "I think they're just gossiping now though, so I guess he won't be long?"

"Can we watch Lady and the Tramp tonight?"

Logan gave a long suffering sigh. "Okay."

"Le! We're watching Lady and the Tramp!" Finn yelled, snuggling Logan against him as he pulled up the movie onto the TV screen and paused it to wait for Leo. "Show me your cakes then, I know you took 10,000 photos," he nudged Logan lightly.

#logan tremblay #leo knut #finn o'hara #rating: t #lumosinlove #sweater weather #cw: food #cw: implied sex joke #cw: poor mental health

[panicatthediaz]

40 (almost kiss) + 54 (secret relationship)? 🥰

Being in bed at 12:00 am will not stop me, I guess. Bonus Getting Together, I guess. Spent 3 or so hours at this. Ops.

Post S4. This is a disgusting amount of fluff. Unbeta'd (but self proof-read) as I wrote this from 12 am to 3:30 am.

On AO3

Years In The Making

Not that he believed it, but he was sure most people around him would say it was meant to be; something fated somewhere to happen somehow. Eddie didn't really believe that.

What he did believe was that they may have been too afraid (or maybe too repressed, in his case) to see what was going on, what had been growing for a long while. Years, maybe?

But getting shot (again) had given him a good shake, and he could say he'd been almost disappointed to see Ana by his bedside. No fault of her own, of course not, but...

He was pretty sure of what he wanted at that moment.

Breaking things off with her hadn't been that difficult, or painful, a couple of weeks after his return home. Ana's disappointment was clear, but she seemed to know as well as he did that they weren't going anywhere as a couple. With a promise to stay in touch, she walked out of his home one last time.

Now all he had to do was talk to Buck.

-

Buck had been cagey for the first few days when Eddie had asked him about Taylor. It took about a week and a couple of beers for him to blurt out, "She kissed me then ran out." He fidgeted for a couple of minutes. "Then she came back and we talked through it."

Eddie's heart sank, but he still put on a smile for the sake of his friend (if that was all that he would be for Buck, he'd make do). "And?"

"And we are at very different stages when it comes to romance." Buck shrugged, but the tiny frown was right there between his brows. "She became a good friend, but damn, we wouldn't have lasted as a couple."

Buck finished his beer and turned to Eddie, though not looking beyond the water bottle he was holding in his one good hand.

"She, uh... She isn't quite who I want." Buck cleared his throat, abruptly standing up and walking away from the dining table to place his empty bottle in the recyclable bin. "How is Ana, by the way?"

Eddie accepted the deflection well enough, watching as Buck stood by the doorway with his arms crossed, a stance that tried to project calm. Eddie doubted he was anywhere near it; he never enjoyed talking about failed relationships (including those that never took off).

"We broke up last week," he replied easily, standing up to refill his bottle in the kitchen. "Don't worry," he added, seeing the wide-eyed surprise (and dare he say, hope?) in Buck's expression. "It was pretty amicable and even. We both saw we weren't going to get anywhere and decided to split."

"Okay," Buck whispered, following him into the kitchen. "You okay?"

Eddie nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I'm fine." Though he had to ask... "Who is it?" Buck's confused, scrunched-up expression was pretty damn cute, making him look a little bit more like the Golden Retriever pup Hen and Chimney often compared him to. "You said Taylor isn't who you want, so who is it?"

"Eddie," he said on a groan, though he simply leaned against the counter instead of answering.

"See," Eddie spoke with a new bout of confidence (maybe just as ill-placed as the excitement he was starting to feel), standing against the sink across from Buck. "I'm kind of hoping for a specific answer here."

Buck didn't reply. Eddie had barely even noticed a shift in Buck's expression before he moved into his space, pressing a hard kiss against his lips, a huge contrast to how softly his hands cradled his head and how careful he was to not press against the sling and his injured shoulder.

Eddie wasn't sure if the bottle ended up on the sink or on the floor by their feet. What mattered was that he managed to get his hand on Buck's neck, drawing him even closer.

(Not that Buck let either of them press too close, and god, he loved him.

And he was distantly aware that he should be at least a little freaked out over the thought after one kiss - their first kiss - but, well... Years in the making and all that.)

-

One kiss became two, became many, and Eddie could see the same feelings reflected in Buck's blue eyes. Belonging, a finally and a home.

There was no need to go beyond kissing and cuddling, both of them content to sit even closer together, hands intertwined whenever they could.

It was... Soft in a way Eddie hadn't had in so long, intimate in ways he thought he wouldn't experience.

-

And they weren't subtle, weren't actively trying to keep anything a secret. Eddie was still off work, doing his PT as he should and Buck had been staying at his house (their home, he couldn't help but think every time) since Eddie got out of the hospital anyway.

But two months passed and the only two people aware of the change in their relationship were Christopher and Carla because they found them cuddled up on the couch, Eddie knocked out by painkillers and then too out of it to deny anything when his son questioned him about it.

(Christopher had simply nodded with a mumbled "Good" and left it at that. They still had no idea what that was about.)

The sling had come off a few days ago, though he still couldn't do that much, and it was driving Eddie up a wall. Buck was at the station, and he didn't want to think about the conniption he'd have if he drove there.

He knocked on Christopher's bedroom door, opening it slowly to see his son smiling at him from where he sat with his book.

"Hey, buddy." It was impossible not to smile back, feeling the all-encompassing warmth at the fact that he was still here, could see his son growing up for a while longer. "What do you say we pay a visit to the station?"

The frown he got for that was so much like Shannon's that he didn't know what to do with the pang in his chest. There was no guilt, not then, over the fact he missed her. He just did, she should be able to see how much their kid was growing, how much like her he could be sometimes. And maybe she was, if the afterlife turned out to be a thing after all.

"You are not supposed to drive."

And that tone was way too much like Buck's, just this morning, for Eddie to hold back his laughter.

"I was thinking we could take an Uber." He shrugged with his left shoulder. He might have been desperate to get out of the house, but he wasn't stupid; he didn't want pain and he didn't want to end up lectured by the entire team once he got there. "What do you say?"

Christopher considered it for a moment, then placed his bookmark and got up. "Let's go!"

-

"You better not have come in your car, Eddie!"

He rolled his eyes at the very much expected exclamation as Christopher giggled beside him.

"Don't worry, Buck," the kid said, walking ahead as Buck came downstairs. "I didn't let him drive."

"Thank God for you, kid," Buck said, kneeling on one knee to give Chris a hug. "Your dad is stubborn, he probably would have driven here if it weren't for you."

"Hey!" There was no real annoyance in his protest, but Eddie still said, "I get enough sass from my kid, don't you start, too."

Buck, in such a show of maturity, stuck out his tongue at him before turning to Christopher once again.

"Come on, buddy, let's go see the fun people."

Chris' laughter echoed in the station, and Eddie let the light atmosphere carry him upstairs to the loft where he was greeted by the rest of the team with hugs, and some friendly pats on (thankfully) his uninjured shoulder.

Chimney and Hen immediately walked with Christopher to the pinball machine, and Bobby had given him a plate of leftover breakfast to carry wherever he ended up sitting.

He chose the couch, where Buck had already made himself comfortable again and was currently watching the trio at the machine. They could hear Hen encouraging Chris to beat Chim's high score.

"Hey you," Buck greeted softly, an arm going around his shoulders as Eddie adjusted himself.

"Hey yourself." Buck glanced at the other side of the loft, then pressed a quick peck to his lips. Apparently, everyone was sufficiently distracted. "How are you?"

"So far so good." He took one of the biscuits from Eddie's plate, quickly popping it into his mouth as if Eddie hadn't sat here to share them. "I'd ask how your day is going, but it's obvious you're bored out of your mind."

Eddie groaned, letting his head fall back against Buck's arm. He was beyond bored, at this point, and no amount of movies or video games had helped. Buck's chuckle beside him was another pretty good incentive to get out of the house.

He turned his head to face him, his own expression undoubtedly soft as he took in the man that had been by his side for so long and for so many things already.

Buck's expression softened even more, somehow, his smile bright as the sun and even warmer. He leaned closer and-

And what sounded like a very undignified squeak interrupted their almost-kiss, causing Eddie to huff in mild annoyance and turn around.

Chimney stood by the dining table, gaping at them. Bobby was still in the kitchen and turned to look at them at the sound of Chimney's squeak.

"What's wrong, Chim?" Hen asked, frowning all the way from the pinball machine (where Christopher continued to play).

"They..." He gestured between the two of them. "Since when are you two together?!" He ignored Hen's own surprised exclamation. "They were about to kiss!"

"Yeah," Eddie confirmed, nonchalantly making himself comfortable in Buck's arms in the new position so he could look at the rest of their team. "And you had to ruin the mood."

Buck hid his face in his hair, and Eddie could hear the quiet snickering. They really thought the others would have caught up after two months of visiting Eddie at least once every few days.

"What about Ana?"

"We broke up two months ago, man."

"And Taylor?"

"Dude, we never started dating in the first place." The exasperation was clear in Buck's voice. "She's really just a friend."

Chimney nodded, satisfied for the time being. They had no doubt that there would be more questions later.

"When did this even happen?" Hen asked this time, walking over with Christopher.

"Two months ago," Chris answered before either of them could, smiling a little too innocently. "A week or something after Dad broke up with Miss Flores."

Eddie had no idea Christopher knew that level of details, but he had definitely been out of it when he told him. Maybe he said more than he remembered.

"Well," Bobby finally spoke up, walking over to their little family unit on the couch, now that Christopher was tucked on Eddie's other side. "I'm happy for you two." Eddie could feel whatever tension had been on Buck's body (not that there was much in the first place) drain out of him at Bobby's words. "And we can deal with HR and paperwork once you're back at the station," he added, directed at Eddie. Bobby's smile was genuinely warm, putting him even further at ease.

Years in the making. Maybe it was obvious to everyone else, but Eddie wouldn't change a thing about the road they took to get here. It had been hard and full of hurt, but what they had was solid and them and it was definitely worth it all.

Including the cheering, clapping, and whistles of everyone else when Buck pressed a kiss to his lips right there and then simply because he could.

#9-1-1 #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #9-1-1 on fox #buddie #my writing #911 #911 on fox #I have no idea how many words this is #it just happened #WeresWriting

[dawn8080]

How about an MC who doesn't like telling people it's their bday because they don't like big parties or people making a fuss over it, and the brothers come to know it's their bday on the day itself? (Obey me Headcannon please :3)

MC who hates celebrating their birthday

(Big thanks to @obey-me-rules-my-life-now for the request!)

MC has never been one to celebrate their birthday. Parties were big celebrations, and big celebrations meant people in masses. So, to avoid having to face a party, embarrassment and disappointment, they told no one. They never brought up the topic and when a brother did, they shut it down. All too soon, the dreaded day approached. How will each brother react?

Lucifer:

He knew when MC’s birthday was. He read their file after all. But when MC never mentioned their birthday, the thought faded from his mind.

Lucifer could tell something was off; MC was being snappy and moody to everyone, including himself.

MC was extra snappy after yet another failed plan of making money that they were dragged into and wanted to be left alone in their room. However, Lucifer knew to address their snappiness and moodiness.

When Lucifer knocked on MC’s door, it was met with a grumpy “Go away”

Lucifer growled under his breath, “MC, we need to discuss your recent behavior.”

“There’s no reason. Now leave me alone.”

Knowing that MC wasn’t willing to tell him, he went back into his office, to do more paperwork.

After hours of working on paperwork, he took a moments break to look at his DDD, lighting up with notifications.

Diavolo: So Lucifer, how was today? Good, I’ll suppose?

Lucifer: What’s makes you say that?

Barbatos: Have you forgotten?

Lucifer: Forgotten what?

Diavolo: Today is MC’s birthday! Have you forgotten?

Lucifer understood all at once what had happened, and went to confront them about it.

When confronted, MC shrugged their shoulders and said, “So? It’s just another day. It marks another year of my existence. It just makes me feel older.”

Understanding where they were coming from, he sighed and said, “You’re still a guest here in the House of Lamination and as long as your in this exchange program, we are responsible for your safety and comfort. That being said,” as he takes MC hands, “Could I at least interest you in a dinner?”

MC looked calculating for a few seconds before saying “I guess just a dinner would be nice...”

Mammon:

Mammon was never trusted with any of MC’s personal information (understandably so). And he knew he and his brothers could be a bit too much sometimes! So he didn’t really question it when MC started getting a bit grumpier than usual.

It wasn’t until MC came home one day after a failed money making scheme, throwing their book bag at the wall and stomping to their room.

He immediately was concerned and was knocking on their door, begging to be let in. After 30 minuets of being told no, he stayed silent, but outside their door.

Soon, when he heard their shower running, he walked into their room to see what was so wrong.

He didn’t notice anything wierd until he looked at their phone, light up with notifications from their human relatives.

Curiosity got the best of him as he wandered over and read their screen. To say he was shocked is an understatement when he read how many Happy Birthday texts MC received.

MC then entered the room to see Mammon on their phone, which resulted in Mammon getting kicked out of the bedroom.

Mammon stood outside in shock; humans loved their birthdays, so why were they so grumpy? And more importantly, why didn’t the human tell the GREAT Mammon that it was their birthday?!

He went straight to Lucifer, head spinning in confusion.

After barging in and questioning Lucifer, he realized that maybe going through their phone wasn’t the best idea...

...or at least that’s what he realized as he hung from the ceiling in front of Lucifers office again.

MC was walking downtown he hallway when they heard, “Yo! Human! Come give me a hand!”

MC helped him, but then quickly started leaving. Before they could though, Mammon took their hand and said, “Now wait a minuet. Why didn’t you tell me today is you birth-”

MC quickly spun and held their free hand over his mouth to shush him. “Don’t speak of this day to anyone! Or I swear, Goldie will have a friend called Paper Shredder.”

Mammon moved their hand and said, “I already asked Lucifer if he knew. He did, no surprise. But why didn’t you tell me?”

MC then dropped their hands to their sides and said, “I just don’t like my birthday. I don’t like celebrating it.”

Mammon sighed, as if defeated. Then he brightened up again. “How about we just watch movies then?! You don’t need to say it’s a special occasion to watch movies with the GREAT Mammon!”

MC sighed, smiling lightly. “I guess it wouldn’t be weird, huh?” They then smirked suddenly, “Now how about Resident Evil-”

“MC NOO!”

Leviathan:

MC’s grumpiness really caught him off-guard. They were almost never grumpy, yet they’ve been acting this way for an entire week.

He heard the loud clash of a book bag hitting a wall and angry footsteps down the hallway, near his room. He peaked his head out of his room, only to see an angry/grumpy MC storming past him.

Ignoring him completely.

That... didn’t feel right. They always acknowledged him in one way or another.

So, rather than leaving his precious room, he grabbed his phone and started spamming MC questions.

Levi: MC?

Levi: Are you okay?

Levi: Hey, answer the phone!

He quickly realized they weren’t responding although he knew they saw the texts.

He sighed dejectedly. Who would want to talk to a gross, yucky otaku like him anyways?

As he kept wallowing in self-pity, he heard his phone ding with a text. He was reading the text in an instant, hopes falling with it.

MC: I have to cancel game night. Maybe next week?

Levi knew they never rescheduled his game and anime hang out sessions. Concerned, he headed over to their room for answers.

Levi knocked, and realized the door was open. But there was no MC. He glanced around the room and saw their homework on their desk, already completed.

He then sat on the foot of their bed, playing mobile games until MC came back. Where he would confront MC about the birthday.

That’s when he booted up one of the Devildom games that MC loved. Suddenly, it piped up with a notice on his login.

It was his mutuals friends birthday.

He covered his shock and set up a surprise for MC.

40 minuets later, MC came back into their room, only to see Levi sitting in front of his monitor, playing anime, while he was cuddling his Ruri-Chan body pillow.

To say they were surprised was an understatement, but before anything could be said, Levi dragged them down next to him.

“Hey, why couldn’t I know about your birthday?” Levi frowned and asked.

“I... just don’t like celebrating. Is that why you’re here?”

Levi shakes his head and offers a second head set labeled “Player 2” and MC accepts it.

“I just want to watch anime with you tonight. Maybe we can game next week?”

Satan:

Satan could’ve gotten his hands on your background, but he just had that golden opportunity to prank Lucifer too...! He, of course, chose priority.

He knew MC were moody before they did; becoming a master of masks made him very perceptive of others emotions.

He offered help with de-stressing and with homework, thinking that was the issue.

He did not think that his books would eventually be thrown into a wall as MC stormed to their room only days later.

He was furious at the treatment of the books that he lent, and went to confront MC about their behavior towards everyone.

He didn’t expect to hear the tail end of a call MC was having with relatives back home.

“Yes Mom, thank you. I’ll have a good birthday, now bye.” MC hung up the phone, tired out of their mind.

Satan stepped in, knocking on the door lightly. Though still shocked from the news he just received, he knew that he needed to stay silent. For now.

“MC, you threw your books in the doorway. They have been lended to you and you could damage them that way.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t be so careless next time.” MC replied, running a hand down their face in exhaustion.

Satan smiled and said, “You damaged the books I lent you. You could make up for that.”

MC audibly gulped, worried what they had to do.

Satan continued, “You could work in Hells Kitchen tomorrow to replace them? Or, you could stay here and read for a bit, if stress or unwanted events seems to be the issue.”

MC looked up, shocked. Then they smiled. “I prefer option 2 the most. Thank you.”

The two of them then sat side by side, reading books until MC fell asleep.

“Goodnight, MC. Have sweet dreams.”

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus didn’t understand why you were so moody and sassy so suddenly. He, too, figured it was due to stress, so he scheduled a self care night... on your birthday.

He knew the stress should be causing break outs so when he saw the first sign of acne, he practically screamed.

But we all know the gossipy demons habits. The day at RAD had been normal, until the walk home.

MC was walking faster than the others, and was radiating annoyance.

Asmodeus followed you as fast as he could, hoping to do the self care session before homework.

He didn’t expect you to walk so fast either. He was sweating slightly and had to redo his make up.

As he walked into your room, he saw you toss a letter into a nearby trash bin.

He was about to question it as MC said, “It’s nothing, Asmo. It’s fine.”

MC then smiled, letting him do the self care session and offering to do homework with him so it was “less stressing”.

However, as MC left to go get their abandoned books in the main hall, he couldn’t help but peek at the envelope, addressed from MC’a family.

Shock was very evident on Asmo’s face as MC walked in. Knowing what convorsation was to come from the party-loving demon, they shut the door.

“Asmo, I can explain-”

“MC, honey, it’s your birthday?! No one knew!” Asmo sounded distressed and MC awkwardly patted his shoulder.

“It’s fine Asmo. I just don’t like celebrating my birthday. It makes me feel... old.”

Asmo nodded, trying to understand. Some people just didn’t flaunt their age.

Asmo then sighed. “At least let us do something fun for your birthday then. Ooh, you can tell me how old you are!”

“Nope. Never telling my age.”

Asmo deflated like a kicked puppy, only for MC to pipe up.

“Asmo, we could watch silly movies if you want.”

He smiled and hugged MC.

“Thank you, MC. Now, what genre do we watch?”

Beelzebub:

He knew you were upset about something. And it upset him. So while you were moody, Beel was trying to cheer you up.

Did you not eat enough? Were you getting too little sleep? Were you getting to stressed? Poor boy just wanted to help.

Which is why he was carrying a plate of MC’s favorite food to their room, while he munched on his own snacks.

When he got to their room, he realized that they’d locked themself inside. He knocked on the doors and MC opened them minuets later.

Seeing their favorite food, MC instantly smiled.

And then froze.

“Wait, how did you know what today is?”

Beelzebub was confused and tilted his head to the side. “What is today?”

MC realized that he was trying to just be kind.

“Oh, nothing! Uh, thank you for the food.”

Beel wouldn’t let this drop so he followed MC into their room as they carried their food in, munching on his snacks while looking around.

“MC, what is today?”

MC sighed and said “Today is my.... birthday. But I don’t like celebrating it. Makes me feel too old, you know?”

He actually didn’t but knew that humans lives were much different.

“Well, we don’t have to celebrate it, but knowing would have been nice.” He looked upset and MC instantly regretted it.

“It’s okay Beel! Really.” MC smiled warmly at him. They walked over and hugged the big demon before going back to their food.

Beel sighed and said, “Can we cuddle tonight?”

MC turned, shocked. He didn’t specifically ask for cuddles often, so this was unexpected. MC instantly asked, “Because it’s my birthday?”

Beel shook his head.

“I really like cuddling with you.”

Belphegor

He was honestly annoyed at MC’s behavior. And worried. But if anyone asked, he was annoyed at it.

He was shocked- but still tired. So he pushed MC over slightly and layer down next to them.

Him popping up in MCs room was honestly a normal thing. They’d do whatever they were doing and Belphie would claim their bed.

So when he slunk to their room, he didn’t expect to see them in their bed.

As he was falling asleep, he heard MC’s phone start ringing. She had set her ringtone from the human world to be berry annoying.

He picked up the phone and said, “They’re asleep.” Before he could hang up, he heard them yell, “Tell her we said happy birthday!”

He was confused. MC had been acting bratty... because it was their birthday?

He decided he needed a well-deserved nap first and that he’d handle it when he woke up.

They were both woke up a few hours later for dinner, and afterwards, MC retreated back to their room again.

Belphie snuck back into their bed, waiting for MC to finish their homework.

When MC finished, Belphie looked at them and said “Happy birthday.”

As MC spluttered and tried asking how he knew, he rolled his eyes and said, “You had family that called.”

“Oh.”

Belphie was by MCs side now, as they had been walking over to the bed during this ordeal.

“MC, I don’t need your reasoning for not telling me your birthday, but I hope I’ll be told next year?”

MC nods, smiling lightly.

“MC, will you watch the stars with me?”

(Aah, this took longer than expected!! I hope it’s what was expected)

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me Asmo #obey me Beel #headcannons #obey me headcanons

[supercorpkid]

Aftermath.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 2290.

It’s been an entire week since Lena’s been home. You want to pretend that you’re fine about it, but this is insane. It’s insane, right? You had a really crazy and terrible experience involving none other than Lex freaking Luthor (who’s currently still chilling in his prison cell, probably planning other insane things), and your moms are fighting over Rao knows what.

You’ve been sad all week. And guilty. There’s no amount of ‘this isn’t your fault’ that makes this feeling go away. You just wish you could remember what happened, or at least that you could do something about it. You feel like you’re stuck inside a storm. Waiting for things to just get better already, but everyday you wake up, the sky is grey and your family is broken apart.

You hate how Kara says ‘Lena’, with guilt and pain in her voice. You hate how her eyes are constantly filled with tears. You hate when she says stuff like ‘let’s do things we never got to do’, and eats ice-cream at midnight while watching sad movies, unable to pretend she is unaffected by the whole thing. She should at least fake it, shouldn’t she?

You hate how Lena simply refuses to ask about Kara, even though you can see it in her face that she’s dying to know. You hate that she’s throwing herself into work in a non-healthy way. You hate when she pretends she’s not at all hurt and she just tries to be nonchalant about the fact that she’s not home. She should at least show you that she cares, shouldn’t she?

But the thing that you hate the most is the fact the none of them tell you anything other than that it’s not your fault. You just don’t know what started it all, how bad is it, and how long this is going to last. One thing you know for sure is that this can’t last forever. You can’t handle it.

“Hey.” Maya shakes her hand in front of your face, trying to get you to focus on her. “You cool? You’ve been acting kinda weird all week…” She nuzzles her nose in the crook of your neck, breathing deep. “And I miss your pretty smile.”

“Sorry. Just, um, things are weird at home.” But you still bring her closer hooking one arm around her back.

“I knew this day was coming.” Jamie says, sitting in front of you, on your lunch table. “It was too many ‘almost’. I knew one day you would catch your moms having sex.”

“I wish.” You whisper and they both furrow their brows at you. “I mean, I don’t. Definitely don’t want to see that, but it’s better than where they are right now.”

“They’re fighting? Wanna make them a romantic dinner again?” Jamie asks with a smile and you roll your eyes thinking about the last time you got involved. Things did not end up well.

“They are not.” You sigh. “They had a fight I know nothing about.” You raise one eyebrow at Jamie, who quickly put things together. “Then, Lena never came back home, and she’s staying in a hotel, so-”

“Holy fuck, babe.” Maya straightens up right away to look at you. “That’s messed up. I’m so sorry.”

“They’ll be fine.” Jamie dismisses both of you with her hand. “Honestly, your moms are so in love with each other. And besides, haven’t they gone through, like, way worse stuff in their relationship and totally got over it?”

“I guess.” You shrug, still not convinced. She’s right, they have. But you were never in the middle. “But I can’t shake the feeling that it was my fault.”

“You can’t make two people fight and don’t remember.” Maya says trying to ease your mind, unaware that in your life that’s actually more common than she would think.

“It’ll be fine.” Jamie ends the subject, so none of you spill important information and you try to distract yourself.

You fail.

“Hey, do you want to work on your robotics project today?” Maya asks and you furrow your brows. Wow, you didn’t even remember you had that going on in your life. “It could help you take your mind off… You know.”

Moms fighting and maybe never getting back together? Yeah, you don’t think so.

“Um… Maybe next week.” You shrug. “There’s still time.”

“Well, then maybe we could go to my house and play video game.” Jamie suggests looking at Maya, who shakes her head agreeing. “You can show Maya that game you made.”

“Sounds fun, but I’m really not in the mood.” You sigh and look at them staring at each other, trying to come up with something else. You give them a little smile. “Really guys, I’m fine. I just want to go home and chill with Kara a little. I feel like she needs me.”

“Ok, babe.” Maya kisses your cheek lightly and whispers. “I’m here. You can talk to me if you want, or not talk. I’m still here, ok?”

“Thanks babe.” You smile at her, and then at Jamie on the other side.

“Whatever it’s best for you, little Danvers.” Jamie adds.

Nothing is best for you right now. Except Kara and Lena’s happiness.

And they are definitely not happy. There’s no amount of ‘let’s fly around the house’, ‘let’s build something together in your lab’, from any of them that can fake that. And so if they’re not happy, you are in the same situation.

“You have to clean your bedroom.” Kara says when she opens the door, at night, and you look up from your books. “An alien could be hiding under that absurd amount of clothes in the corner, and you would never know.”

“Let it have a home.” You shrug.

“No, no ‘let it’. Baby.” Kara comes close and holds your hands. “I know you miss your mom, but there’s no reason why we will just stop doing stuff we normally do because of that.”

Tell that to all the showers you’ve been skipping since she was gone. Tell that to the meals you have been skipping all week. Tell that to your sad face.

“So, your bedroom is tidy and clean?” You raise an eyebrow and she lets out a chuckle.

“I love you. Did you know that?” She kisses your hand and smiles. “I’m so glad you exist.”

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately. Maybe you miss saying that to someone else?” You raise one eyebrow at her, and she gives you an extremely sad smile.

“Same eyebrows move.” She winks at you and you know she’s talking about Lena and how this is literally her move. “Come on, let’s eat something. And you can clean your room before bed.”

“How do you feel having to tell me to clean my room?” You ask, following her to the kitchen and she laughs.

“Like a mother.” She smiles harder at that, and you roll your eyes. She’s such a dork.

Kara goes through the cabinets and fridge to find out that if you two were in an apocalyptic situation, you wouldn’t survive a day with the food in your house. She promises she’ll go grocery shopping the next day (which you only half believe), and you both decide to go with instant noodles.

“So, um, mom texted and she asked me if I wanted to go spend the night at the hotel with her.” You tell Kara while she looks at the boiling water with puzzling eyes. “I don’t want to leave you alone, but I kind of feel sad that she’s all alone there too, and like-”

“You should go.” Kara cuts you off, still interested in the pot in front of her. “Do we put it on now?”

“Are you seriously asking me how to make instant noodles?” You smile, rolling your eyes playfully. “Scootch.” You bump your hips on hers, and take control. “So, you’re going to be fine here alone?”

“Of course!” Kara smiles and you look at her to see how real she’s being. You look for any signs of her sadness being too much. You look for watery eyes, pouts, anything. “It’s one night. I’m not a toddler, I can go one night alone.”

“Well…” you think about making fun of her, but you bite your tongue. “I just want to make sure you won’t go ‘sad burrito’ on the couch.”

“I won’t go ‘sad burrito’.” She promises. “I might wrap myself and blankets to watch TV, but I promise not to be sad about it.”

“Maybe you should go to aunt Alex’s house.” You say, and Kara holds your face between her hands, squeezing it gently.

“I’ll be fine. Go see Lena. You know that if she asked for it, she really needs you.” Kara kisses your forehead. “Go give her some love.”

“You can come too…” You raise your eyebrows a few times, but stop when you see Kara’s sad expression. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, sunflower.”

“See you tomorrow, little one.” Kara smiles. You hesitate, looking behind you a few times, but Kara shoos you with her hands, so you fly off to Lena’s hotel.

Talk about weird! Lena living in a hotel room it’s the definition of ‘something is wrong with the world’.

“That’s, um, nice.” You say, when you go inside the room and Lena chuckles, wrapping her arms around you, and kissing the top of your head.

“It’s temporary. I didn’t have time to look for a real place.” She gives you a smile, and strokes your cheek gently while fully analyzing you. “Have you lost weight?”

“Unlikely.” It’s your answer, but it’s a lie. You probably did lose some weight, since Kara simply forgets to eat, and she’s surviving on ice-cream and whatever is left in the fridge for a week. And you just don’t want to bother her with the fact that you need to eat, because you’re a freaking alien and you eat like one.

It doesn’t matter what you say anyway, because Lena knows the truth, so she is definitely ignoring you and calling for room service. She orders so much food, you have to tell her to stop. You! Of all people!

“So-” She lets out, like a breath, while sitting on the couch next to you, and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “How are you?”

“Scared.” You fall further into her comfort, and breathe in her familiar smell. Home and flowers. “I don’t want our lives to be like this from now on. I-I know it’s my fault-”

“Not your fault.” She interrupts you. But it doesn’t matter, because you don’t believe her.

“Tell me how I can make things better. Tell me how I can fix this.” You ask, and Lena tights the hug kissing your head a couple of times.

“My baby.” She sounds like she’s about to cry, and you’re already too far gone. Tears streaming down your face non-stop. “Stop taking everything upon your hands. This problem is not yours to fix. And you have done nothing wrong to have to make things better.”

“I think you’re forgetting that I burned my training center to the ground?” You look back at her, and she cleans your tears. And then hers.

“That wasn’t you. You know that damn well.” Lena says with a serious expression. “Lex was responsible for all of that. And now you’re back, and you have nothing to worry about, ok?”

“But mom, if Lex knows he can use me, won’t he try that again? And maybe be more successful this time?”

“Remember when I believed your thoughts blocker was a mind wiper?” She asks, making you agree with your head. “Turns out, it could be a mind wiper with a few changes. So, I did them, and now he doesn’t even remember you.” She smiles softly. “You’re safe now. He won’t do that again. And if he ever tries anything, your momma and I will stop him, ok?”

“How did he know about me in the first place?”

“Lillian. But she won’t talk about you with him ever again.”

“Did you make her forget about me too?” You ask, almost sad about it. You don’t want Lillian to forget about you. You like seeing her eventually, and she’s being so nice lately.

“No, baby. She wouldn’t do anything that could harm you.” Lena says with a smile, putting your hair behind your ears, and you furrow your eyebrows at her. “Lillian has done a lot of terrible things, but none of them it’s destroying the family name. And you, babygirl, might be a kryptonian, but you’re also a Luthor.”

“So, you trust her?”

“Well, she has proven herself in the last few days, so… With you? Yes.” That makes you smile a little, and when you hear a knock on the door and you see food on the other side of it, that makes you smile even more.

Staying with Lena one night is not enough. You can see it on her face that she needs more than that. But when you fly back home in the morning to get ready for school, and you find Kara sleeping on the couch, all wrapped up in blankets definitely looking like a ‘sad burrito’, you know she can’t be alone either.

You wish you could divide yourself in two and be with them all the time. You wish they would just talk. And you wish you could turn back time and undo whatever mess you made while you were mind controlled. But you can’t do either. So, you just hope that what you can do for now is enough. And you pray to Rao this storm ends sooner than later.

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Like I Want You

“Sometimes I wish you knew”- GIVEON, 'LIKE I WANT YOU'(2019)

Summary: Trevante has had feelings for you since you guys started hanging out practically every weekend. He always choked up when he wanted to express his feelings to you and he didn't know how much more he could take of you basically forgetting about him to hang out with some new guy.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, college!Trevante and cluelessness from reader and Trevante.

This bout to be a long one.🥴🥴

Sometimes I wish you knew But I disguise the truth

Trevante watched you from across the booth as the dude that came over with his group of lackeys to smooth talk you into giving his number.

The way he watched as the guy managed to get a google from you made him turn his head down and focus on his drink in front of him. Playing with the straw and moving the ice around as if it was the most interesting thing in the word in hopes of distracting himself from telling the dude to leave but then you’d be mad at him since you looked so happy.

“You ok T?” You asked noticing his silence after the guy, whose name was Jordan, managed to lodge himself closer to you and convinced you to handover your number.

“Yea I’m good. I was just gonna get a refill. Y’all want anything” he said placing a small smile on his face, as he addressed your group of friends, mainly.

I say I'm happy but I'm still stuck on us, mm-mm-mm

“We good homie.” The lame said from next you. Answering for you as you fixed your mouth to say you’d go along with your friend. He didn’t know why that annoyed him but the fact that he got called “homie” by a punk like him made him turn up his face.

Your friends caught it before you did, letting out little laughs at his face. He quickly masked it, turning around to head to the counter at the game themed restaurant.

He heard you laughing again and his shoulders tensed knowing that you weren’t laughing at him anymore and he was just in the background like usual because of his timid ness to even say anything to you.

He thought about the times when he was so sure that you had feelings for him but he couldn’t detect any feelings whenever he heard about someone else making the moves he wanted to make on you.

Hands in his pocket, he heard the person behind the counter call next and placed his refill order whilst he tried to not let the dark feeling of you eventually leaving him behind for someone else before he even got the chance to confess how he felt.

Does your mind play this game too? Think 'bout me and you

It wasn’t like you could know how he felt but it shouldn't have been so hard for you to see the way he’d treat you versus the other women in your friendship group. You just decided to pass it off as him compensating for the time away from each other or him not wanting to make you feel like an add on in the somewhat paired off meet ups you all partook in every so often.

I guess I'll just pretend until it all makes sense, hm-mm-hm, hmm-hmm There would be times that he would go days without talking to you because of studies or to recharge his social battery but he always made sure to text you to let you know he was alright or else he’d be on the receiving end of your annoyance once he’d see you again.

That’s what did it for him.

You cared like know one else did. Yea you said that you did it with everyone but it wasn’t the same as him. If he needed you or you need him then guess where each of you would be?

He couldn’t let that go and he wanted to make sure that you felt that same sense of stability in your bondings.

He’d just pretend that it didn’t matter when those check ins became less and less over the coming weeks, chalking it up to the impending term assessments and shows.

See you face to face, I'm thinking 'bout the days we used to be

He noticed, along with your friends, that you weren’t making it to the study groups you’d all have. You weren’t coming to as many of the chill meet ups either and it was starting to bother them so they asked if he heard from you much these days either.

It hadn’t been until your art show that you noticed how distant you were being and you gave your friends an apology.

Promised to come to the next night out when they planned it. They were happy with that response, silencing their quails but he couldn’t help but notice the way you’d stare at your phone when a new notification came in and your smile would slim ever so slightly.

But I can't make a scene, but I can't make it seem He saw it happen again as they came to show their support to your art display and brought as many people out to show their love for your work and the many others who had their works showing in the showroom.

He watched as you’d walk around and talk to the people who wanted to know about your choices in your work.

He’d see how you went from talking and smiling. Glowing. That’s it. You were glowing, beaming with happiness and the positive response to your work that you spent so much time on and everyone was feeding off of that energy you possessed.

He noticed how the glow dimmed once the lame from weeks past made his way over to you and looking at your works before shrugging his shoulders and his mouth moving before you tried covering the hurt by nodding your head and looking around the room until you spotted him and let a smile out before excising yourself from the dark eyes peering down on you by the dude

Tre couldn’t bother to remember his name much less learn it the initial time he crossed paths with him and his lames at the restaurant. He just watch as you approached him with a brighter smile on your face and that light coming back once you reached over to him.

Like I want you

She has the most beautiful smile and the way she gets jittery when she’s talking about something she’s passionate about? That shits so cute. He thought, nodding along to the way you explained why you decided to use certain materials over others and how you were able to get some materials because you knew someone who had managed to offer you some additional supplies.

He knew it was because you were just that charming and inviting once you let that smile grace your face.

It’s what got him to come over to you on the first day of the college semester from years past.

“So what do you think?” You asked. Your beautiful eyes locked in on his face, watching for any signs of disgust or annoyance at your long winded rant.

He got lost in your features before gazing in your eyes and smiled at you. “It’s beautiful Princess. You did a fantastic job and I’m proud of you.” He said draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into a warm hug that you needed and couldn’t help but melt into.

“Thanks T. means a lot” he tightened his hold on you once he felt you weren’t letting go anytime soon, thinking about how he wanted you to be his but had to back off until he felt there was a sign to tell you.

Even if it's true

A table set for two

You both agreed to have a chill movie night at his place off campus, but you hadn’t responded to his texts a few hours before hand when he was checking if you were still on for tonight.

You got me waitin' but you ain't comin' through

He tried calling and each time it went to voicemail.

Try to stay patient but gotta face the truth, mm-mm-mm

He was trying to keep up his positive attitude and thought you just got caught up at the studio and you’d be over soon.

But when the clock hit 11:00, he packed up the snacks his took out and the blankets for when you got cold.

He sent you a text saying goodnight and made the slow trek back to his lonely room after turning off the lights and making sure that he locked up everything.

He heard the chime of his phone from a text from you with the one word, ‘Sorry.’ in the text bubble.

He wanted to be angry but he put that on himself when he thought that you’d make the time for each other when you told him about the loser taking you out and making it up to you for his behaviour at your show when your friend asked what happened over lunch during the week.

He picked up his phone to respond but responded with the ‘👌🏾’ emoji. Turning off his phone for the night, he tried to get some sleep but he couldn’t achieve that until the hours of early morning.

But I can't make a scene, but I can't make it seem

Why is it so hard to figure out?

Trevante tried to find out what happened the following days only to be met with radio silence on your end.

He did get how you could go from making plans to ghosting him. It just didn't make any sense. So when your friends all agreed to meet up for a games night at their house, you couldn't help but make it your mission to go once he saw your name and emoji in the groupchat when it all went down.

If she thinks this can run, boy does she have another thing coming. He thought as he placed his phone down and focused on completing his reading for class later on in the week.

I need you every day, believe me when I say it

The day to meet up approached a lot slower than he thought. or atleasts that's how it seemed to him as he stood outside of your mutual friends, Cameron and Danielle, place where the gathering was taking place.

"Hey man!" Came the booming voice of his fellow athlete. Embracing eachother in a dap and massive grins on their faces at seeing eachother after so long outside of training due to overlapping schedules.

"Hey what's good? Y'all already start? Im sorry for getting here so late. Got caught up at the library and had to make a stop at mine for this" Trevante quickly rattled out before holding a fantastic sized bottle of alcohol for the night's consumption.

"Aye! That's what i like to see." Cameron said taking the bottle in and moving out of the doorway to let trevante in.

He placed the bottle on the island as they both walked in and he waited for trevante to put his jacket on the hook by the door before continuing to lead him into the living space which would be the main area for the activities whilst stopping short to speak up to his friend.

'Aye, Tre. Just a heads up but Y/N's here and i know you said you guys havent spoke in a couple weeks bu-

"Nah its good Cam. Don't worry about it alright? I was just being sensitive when i brought it up. I mean it aint like she's my girl" Trevante said letting out a forced chuckle that went unnoticed by Cameron as their other friends called for them to enter the room to start the games.

Lke I want you

There you were and there he was.

He tried to play it off the whole night but he, along with your other friends, could feel the tension in the air as the only seat left was across from you.

He'd look at you and turn away before you looked up at him and turned away.

It was a vicious cycle and your friends noticed but the both of you were obvious to the actions of the other because you both didn't know how to come out and say that you wanted to talk to the other.

That is until a game of truth, dare or drink began and it forced out some revelations and confessions from the other.

The boisterous group of friends were getting rowdy at the secrets being let out and the ridiculous dares people were able to think of and dash out. 

So far Tre and you were given simple enough truths and somewhat weak dares.

‘What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you?’

‘What’s the weirdest sex story you have?’

‘I dare you to go skinny dipping the next time we go to an away game’ That one got a drink cause Tre knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to embarrass himself if they got caught cause of the nosey people in the hotels. 

“All right. All right! Now y’all are bout to be getting some serious shit” Came from Stacey, the social butterfly and peace-maker of the group.

“Yea. We been takin it easy on y’all.” Jacob added on. He was a chill guy but he could get into some mess if he wanted and manage to charm himself out of it.

“We ain’t tell y’all to do that though...But carry on.” Tre responded as he managed to speak over his read solo cup. A cocky smirk on his face and it made the girl across from him clench her thighs together at the way he replied. 

It’s definitely the drinks. You said to yourself trying to pass it off but the buss you were feeling as well had you biting your lip at his every move or remark when it was his turn. 

Or the way he would have that wide smile on his face before releasing his contagious laugh.

Damn him. You thought  before your friends managed to pull you out of your thoughts and letting you know it’s your turn.

“So truth or dare Bunny Boo” You couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes at the nickname you got from your childhood friend that stuck with you to now. 

”Truth” You said and giggled at her eye roll before hearing a ‘boo’ coming from around you.”Oh hush and ask me something” You said and laughed as they laughed at the look on your face.

Stacey watched as tre looked over to you before slightly stirring the liquid inside of his cup. She looked around and saw how the others looked at her to get the ball rolling you guys situation.

She cleared her throat. “ Tell us why you haven’t messaged tre in ages.” She said before fixing up on her position on the floor to lean closer to your sitting position on the couch.

”Uh-” You got caught off guard that this was what she asked.

”Hey it’s honestly fine guys. Leave it” You turned to Tre but he wasn’t looking at you, just at them and it made you deflate.

He couldn’t believe that they were basically starting the conversation for him but he didn’t want you to feel attacked. He knew what he was doing was gonna be seen as weak by his friends later but he didn’t want you to leave in a bad mood.

“Man. Y’all over there not talking and being awkward. This ain’t like you both and it’s freaking all of us out!” dragged Jordan once he rubbed his hands down his face and looked as if he was pleading.

“Speak or forever hold your peace girl but just know, you guys are always going to be around eachother so whatever the hell it is that happened, it needs to be talked about and it needs to be talked about now.” Stacey said and was met with agreement from your other buzzed friends.

“Uh-” You still didn’t know what to say and he wanted to know but he didn’t want you to be forced or so scared that you’d pass out, which is how you looked in that moment. 

“Just go out back and talk. We just want to you guys to kiss and makeup already. This whole quiet game that’s going on between you isn’t normal.” Suggested your friends in a softer tone instead of the pleading tone used earlier.

You both choked at the mention of kissing and by the end of your friends spiel, you both looked at each other before Trevante got up and came over to your side and waited for you to make the move to the back after having watched you have an internal debate.

As you stood, you took a massive gulp and lead the way out.

It was quiet for a while before he spoke up.

“So what’s been going on girl?” He had that smile on his face and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for not messaging him at least once just to check up on him or let him know you were ok.

You looked at him. “what?” He asked. Chuckling and rubbing around his face before asking if something was there since you were looking so hard.

“ why aren’t you mad?” You asked looking at his face turn down.

“What do you mean? Why would I be mad?” He asked. He wasn’t sure what you thought of him but he couldn’t see himself being mad at you.

“I mean that you haven’t heard from me in how long, but here you are...” As you spoke, your voice threatened to crack that you cleared your throat after leaving it open.

“Here I am”

“Just being your usual great self huh?”

“Well I wouldn’t say great” he dragged off which caused you to laugh as he shrugged his shoulders playfully as he smiled after getting you to relax.

After a moment of some silence, you decided to finally say what happend. You didn’t want to keep much back from him any longer for your sanity and his unvoiced search for answers.

“I was scared.”- You started off, scaring him at the way you said it-”Scared that i’d do something that i had no business doing and i didn’t want to mess up our friendship.” You continued meekly under his dark eyes. 

He wasn’t expecting to hear that but he needed to know and he was going to make you explain yourself, even if it meant he had to make you feel guilty to get a proper answer. 

“You kind of messed that up when you ghosted me for weeks. You know i wouldn’t do some shit like that to you, Princess” You had been surprised he still called you by your nickname and not said your first name. 

“so why the hell did you do it exactly?” He said his voice void of any lightness. Instead it was the tone he used when he was absolutely serious. That stern baritone mixed with his southern twang always did something to you and the countless other girls who decided to make it known about their attraction to him.

“I know you wouldn’t T. And that makes me feel even shittier because i’m sure if I had just told you what was scaring me, then we could’ve said our peace but at least hangout” He turned to you as you rambled.

“Tell me what it is because you’re tiptoeing and referring to whatever as ‘it’. What is ‘it’?

You looked up at him in that moment. The way the soft light from the small lights outside dusted over his dark features and the way his jaw clenched as he waited patiently for you made you consider doing what you wanted to those many nights ago when you were supposed to be at his for movie night.

Time to put on your big girl panties. You thought, deeply inhaling and straightening your back, bracing yourself for the impending rejection.

“I-I like you Tre. I like you so much that i got scared that if we were alone that I would make a complete fool of myself by developing stronger feels for someone that probably doesn’t feel the same about me.” He wanted to interrupt but you stopped him. -”Let me finish, please.”- You said and watched as he gulped.

“I mean, I know we would flirt playfully but i couldn’t kid myself any more by keeping up with whatever dynamic that we had going on. You know what I mean? I wasn’t trying to get caught up with my stupid feelings for you so i let that idiot take me out a few times, one of those times being the same night as our movie night but i thought that i could get over what i was feeling by going to someone else, which i know is wrong but i just didn’t know how to deal with being so close to you feeling the way I feel.”

He sat silently. You watched on edge as he breathed in.

“So you’re saying that you were scared of being rejected? By me?” He wanted to laugh at the stupidity that was you two but he forgot you had no clue like he had and you chose to run away whilst he chose to run towards.

He hadn’t realised he let out a snort and you wanted to die on the spot from embarrassment.

“See this is what i was afraid of.” - You sniffled- “I mean you’re an attractive guy with option and I noticed how you would tense up when I’m around or when we hug and it’s not until I crack a joke that you relax and it’s just stupid of me to think that you like me when you’re so nice to me, probably out of pity-” You quickly fired out at him.

Like I want you

He caught you off by grabbing your chin and pulling your lips to his as he sweetly attacked your lips before releasing his hold on your chin. That left you stunned and you couldn’t help but stutter out a ‘what the hell’ then looked at him.

Now was a better chance than ever. You just kissed her so surely it’d add up. He thought 

“I have something to tell you.” He said. 

Even if it's true

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[ Updated 20th Feb. 2021 ]

Read the continuation, Streets

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Hero Complex | Owen Patrick Joyner

Requested by anonymous: Hi!! Can you do one where the reader is Jeremys little sister and she comes to set and hits it off with Owen and they start to hang out a lot and Jeremy gets really protective of her

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for! 

Pairing: Owen Patrick Joyner x Little Shada!Reader, Jeremy Shada x Little Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, big fight, anxiety 

Words: 7,084

Reader’s POV

Jeremy and I have been the best of friends ever since the day I was born. He might be my older brother, but I’ve always considered him more like my best friend. We used to play games together when we were younger where I’d pretend to be a princess and he was the knight protecting my castle from dragons and dangerous monsters. Or, when we were in a swimming pool, I’d pretend to be a mermaid and he was my dolphin. We played so many pretend games, I’d lost track of most of them. When we got older and made a lot of new friends, we still tried to take at least one night in the week where we’d spend time together, whether it was watching movies together or jamming or just chatting about absolute nonsense or going out together. I even got to be his best (wo)man when he married Carolynn about a month ago, and we’ve been calling each other non-stop since he started this new project of his with Netflix called Julie and The Phantoms. I helped him prepare for his audition and was equally as excited as he was when he got it. This role was written for him. Though, when bootcamp and filming started, it did mean I’d have to miss him for a very long time since he was all the way in Vancouver for months on end. So, now I’ve come up with the idea to go and visit him and Carolynn in Canada. I’d called Carolynn to help me out and surprise him. She picked me up from the airport just a few minutes ago, and as we’re catching up in the car, I can’t help but feel giddy at seeing my brother again. It feels ages since I’ve last seen him at his wedding. That’s also when I saw the rest of the cast last. Jeremy had introduced me to the ones that were at the party, and I loved hanging out with them. It felt like being introduced to one big family that quickly became part of my own family. That was one fun night, but that’s all it was. One night of spending time with all these people and then never hearing or seeing them again. To be fair, they were all really busy with rehearsals and filming and everything. “Are you ready?” Carolynn asks when we’re at the door of their Vancouver apartment. “Yes!” I reply in a hushed voice, just to make sure Jeremy doesn’t hear me. Carolynn unlocks the door and walks in first, I follow suit. My eyes dart around quickly to take in as much as possible before the two of us turn a corner to the living room here Jeremy’s on the couch, watching something on the tv. “What’re you watching, bro?” His head snaps up at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening as he takes in my presence. “No way!” he exclaims as he gets up quickly and rushes over to me, taking me in his arms in a bone-crushing hug. “I can’t believe you’re here!” he mumbles in my ear as he twirls me around. “I wanted to surprise you,” I tell him as he puts me down again, taking my hands in his instead. “I don’t go back to college until like next week, so I figured, why not?” I’m overexplaining again, I know it. Jeremy doesn’t care how I’m here, he just cares that I’m here. “You wanna come to Set with me today?” he asks with this sparkle in his eyes he only gets when he’s really excited about something. “I’m sure the others would love to see you again!” I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I think about how much fun they all were at the wedding. There’s no denying that I’d love to see them again too. So, I nod my head eagerly, earning an excited squeal from the boy in front of me. “The driver will be here in half an hour, you need some time to freshen up after your flight?” “Yes, please!” Carolynn guides me to the bathroom where she puts out a pair of towels for me. I shoot her a thankful smile and when she’s out of the bathroom, I get into the shower. Once I’m all dressed and ready to go, the driver is already in front of the building. “Hey, Darren,” Jeremy greets as he gets in. “My little sister’s coming with me today.” He buckles himself into the seat as I do the same. “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” I say to the driver. He gives me a kind smile through the rearview mirror, letting out a small ‘hi’. He must not be very talkative. “What scenes are you filming today?” I ask my brother instead whilst the driver heads down to the next stop. “I think there’s a gig scene we’re filming today,” he answers, and the car comes to a standstill. “We’ve got about ten more minutes before Charlie and Owen head down. You want some coffee?” My eyes bulge out of their sockets at the thought of caffeine alone. I’ve been up for so long, I could use a good shot of wakeup-juice. “Guess that’s a yes. Let’s go!” he lets out a chuckle before getting out of the car with me in tow. “Do I need to remember anything I can or can’t do on set?” I ask the only thought that’s been haunting my mind since coming up with this idea. I knew he was going to have to work, and I also knew he would want to bring me to set. As a newbie to this entire world of filming a show, I worried I would be in the way or say the wrong things or break something. I knew I needed some pointers from my best friend to calm me down. “Just try not to trip over anything, Clumsy,” he simply answers before turning to the barista. This coffee shop seems really quiet at this time of the day, there are no customers at the counter. Just a few at the tables, most of them with their laptops open. “A large coffee with two extra espresso shots, and a medium black coffee to go, please,” he tells the man behind the counter. “Can I get your names, please?” he asks with the pen in hand. “You can write Shada on both of them,” Jeremy answers. The man nods his head curtly before scribbling down the name on both cups.  He pays the barista and then moves to the end of the counter, pulling me along.  “Filming with Kenny Ortega is really chill, Lil’ One, no need to worry,” he reassures me, taking me into a side-way hug, planting a kiss to my hair. “I’m just really nervous to be on a set, does that sound ridiculous?” I ask, twisting the bracelet around my wrist. It’s the one I got from Jeremy and Carolynn for Christmas last year. “No, I think that’s pretty normal. I ought to bring you to set more often, get you used to it all.” “Yeah,” I agree in a hushed voice, going over every possible situation that could go wrong. My train of thought is interrupted by the barista calling out our last name, sliding the two cups over at us. I grab the large cup whilst Jeremy takes his, and exit the joint to head back to the car. “Oh, seems like we’re right on time,” he points out, waving at two boys near the car. The brunette I know as Charlie, waves back before hopping into the front seat next to Darren. The blonde guy, better known as Owen, doesn’t get in yet, and instead waits for us to reach the car. He holds the door open for me, letting me get in first before hopping in himself. Jeremy jogs to the other side, getting in there. Now I’m squeezed between the two boys, clutching my coffee as if my life depends on it. “It’s good to see you again, lil’ Shada,” Charlie says, turning to face us. I giggle at the nickname. They’d called me that at the wedding. The entire night. “Surprising your big brother?” I nod my head in response. “Yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do, so… Came to annoy my brother and his buddies at work.” This makes all three boys laugh, which, not going to lie, makes me feel ten times more at ease. I thought seeing the boys again would be awkward. It’s anything but that. They make me feel so relaxed, and as though I’m a part of their group. Once we’re at the set, Jeremy introduces me to most of the crew and the rest of the cast, but especially Kenny Ortega. “Oh, look at that! Lil’ Shada’s here!” he says, opening his arms for a hug, which I gladly give him. I did meet him at the wedding, but it was so brief, I didn't think he’d remember me. “Hi, Kenny!” I greet excitedly and then let go of him. “You don’t mind if I hang around the set the next couple of days, right?” He inspects me from head to toe, eyebrows raised, and I can’t help the anxiety that’s welling up inside of me. I knew I shouldn’t have come over, I knew this was a bad idea. Kenny doesn’t want me here. I’m just going to be in the way of his mastermind working its magic on this show. I’m going to be a distraction for the actors, especially Jeremy. “Of course I don’t mind, Lil’ Shada! Jeremy's family is my family!” The pressures and intrusive thoughts wash away immediately. Those are the words I needed to hear. I sometimes think I need too much affirmation and confirmation, that other people get annoyed. My therapist told me that’s just my anxious brain speaking. He said if I want confirmation, I need to ask for it. Jeremy has been a great sport in my mental health journey from the very beginning. He took me to my sessions, did the exercises my therapist gave me with me. He’s always making sure I’m okay and gives me the confirmation I need whenever he feels I need it. Which is always at the right moment. “See, Lil’ One? Told you it would be okay!” I shoot both the men a thankful and relieved smile. Kenny places a hand on my shoulder as he passes me, leaving Jeremy and me all by ourselves. “You wanna go to makeup and wardrobe with me?” he asks, to which I nod. He then grabs my hand and leads me to the destined trailer. The second I step inside, I hear an ear-piercing screech coming from one of the chairs, and before I know it, I’m engulfed in a group hug by two pairs of arms. The sweet floral scent entering my nose tells me who it is without having to look at them. Savannah Lee May and Victoria Caro. “Hi, girlies,” I giggle, hugging them back equally as tight. The two let go of me, keeping me at arms length to inspect my entire being. Their make-up is only half done, Savannah’s hair is curled to perfection whilst Tori’s is put up in curlers. “I can’t believe you’re here, Lil’ Shada!” Savannah says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “We were just talking about you last night,” she points at Tori, who nods vigorously. “Yeah! We were wondering when we’d see you again because we missed you after your brother’s wedding!” the smaller girl explains. My heart melts at the idea of these two girls caring so much about me, they’re wondering when they’d see me again. “Aw, you guys! I missed you too!” I pout, trying my hardest not to start crying from happiness. “Hey! What about us?!” Owen’s voice sounds from the back of the trailer. I turn around to find him in the last chair, getting his hair done. “I missed you too, Owen, but I already saw you earlier!” I tell him whilst making my way to Madison and Jadah in the other chairs. I hug them each from behind, making sure not to ruin their neatly-done hair. “Yeah! But you didn’t say you missed us!” he exclaims. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout. Shaking my head, I make my way towards him and place my hands on his shoulders as I stand behind him. “I thought that was a given,” I whisper in his ear and then turn again to find Sacha and my brother near the doorway. The latter is looking at me with happiness emanating from his eyes. “Hey, Sacha!” I offer the boy a wave, which he returns with a smile. A busy-looking woman squeezes past me towards Owen, so I take a step back to give her more room. I watch her as she plays around with his hair, using spritzes of hairspray to keep it in place. I always loved doing other people’s hair when I was younger. I braided all of my cousins’ hair or used curlers on them whilst playing ‘hair-dresser’. My love for hairdressing went out the door as I got older and more anxious, but seeing this woman play around with Owen’s hair so determinedly, it reawakens the desire and enthusiasm. “This is Teresa,” Owen says when he catches me staring at his head and Teresa’s fingers. “She’s a magician when it comes to hair.” Teresa shoots me a kind smile through the mirror, which I nervously return. They caught me staring, that must’ve been a weird -- and kind of creepy, let’s be honest -- sight. “Y/N used to dream about becoming a hairdresser,” Jeremy informs them when he’s taken a seat in one of the chairs too. As both Teresa and Owen look at me with surprise in their eyes, I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “You wanna give it a try?” Teresa asks, stepping aside from Owen. I open my mouth in pure horror, not knowing what to tell her. There’s no way I could ever do what Teresa’s doing. What if I mess it up entirely? What if I ruin all the work Teresa has put into his hair? What if I ruin Owen’s hair? “There’s not much you can do wrong with Owen’s hair. It pretty much just does what you ask,” Teresa tries to reassure me after probably seeing the absolute horror in my face.  I glance at Owen in the mirror. He gives me an encouraging nod. “Okay…” I mumble and step up to his chair. “How do you need his hair?” I ask Teresa. Owen’s character Alex probably has a specific way to how he wears his hair. He’s a ghost from the 90’s, I’m sure it’s a little different from his usual hairstyle. “Leonardo DiCaprio from Titanic,” Teresa simply replies, which is enough for me to know. I nervously raise my fingers to Owen’s head, suddenly anxious about the fact that I’m going to be touching this attractive man’s hair. My eyes dart over to his reflection in the mirror, our eyes locking. He licks his lips before they curl up into a smile that gives me enough encouragement to just go for it. I play around with it a little and grab a comb to guide me before asking the hairspray. Teresa hands me the bottle and I spritz some more of the product onto his blonde locks. Though Teresa has already done the works, pretty much, I’m just left with the finishing touches. It takes me about five minutes to get it in perfect shape. “You can tell you’ve had years of practice,” Teresa says, impressed at my work. “I mean, you pretty much did the gist, I just… finished it…” I trail off shyly. I avert my eyes from Teresa to Owen, who’s checking himself out in the mirror. “No offense, T,” he starts, turning to Teresa, “But I think someone’s coming for your job.” I’m frozen to the floor from the compliments that I don’t even move when Owen gets up from his chair and turns around. Suddenly, he’s mere inches away from me and all I can do is crane my neck to look up at him. A vibe I never felt around him when I first met him surrounds us now, resting down on us like a blanket. I don’t know why this is happening or how, but all I can see for a good minute is Owen and his tender smile. Until he places his hands on my waist, picks me up, and puts me down again a feet further. “I gotta go,” he says with a smile, “See you around, Lil’ Shada.” He boops my nose. The sudden movement startles me a little. I watch him walk out of the trailer before I come back from my daze and find everyone else in the trailer looking at me. “What?!” I ask, confused at why I’m being stared at. “What was that about?” Jadah asks, chuckling as she turns to face me. “What was what?” I ask again, seriously unaware what had just happened. “You, pretty much drowning in Owen’s eyes,” Madison reminds me. The thought of Owen’s eyes looking into mine just minutes ago warms me up from the inside out. Especially the nose-boop. “What?! No, I wasn’t,” I deny, but I don’t think I can hide it from either of these people. Thank God Jeremy had left before Owen. He would not have liked that. Jeremy is an amazing brother, but he can get a little overprotective when it comes to love-interests. “I’m gonna go…” I cough awkwardly, trying to come up with a good excuse, “Find my brother…” That feeling I had in that trailer doesn’t subside for the rest of the day. Sometimes I think it does, and then Owen looks my way or sends me a wink from the other side of the room and I’m back to feeling absolutely and utterly mushy. “Hey, you wanna go get lunch with us, Lil’ One?” Jeremy asks around noon when they’re done filming the scene. I take a look behind him, Owen and Charlie standing there, awaiting my answer. I lock eyes with Owen again, and he offers me a beautiful smile that persuades me. “Yeah, sure,” I reply and link my arm with Jeremy’s. The two other boys fall into step with us, Owen on my left, Charlie on Jeremy’s right. “Where are the others?” I ask. Not that I don’t like the idea of having lunch with these three boys. I just really like hanging out with the others too. “They had to start filming another scene, they had lunch earlier,” Jeremy informs me as we enter the restaurant on the other side of the street from the lot.  Owen takes a seat next to me while Jeremy and Charlie sit down on the opposite side of the table. “So, Lil’ Shada,” Charlie starts after we’ve ordered our food and drinks. “I heard you did Owen’s hair this morning…” I am taken aback by his subject of choice, especially since he makes it sound so teasing. My eyes dart from my brother to Charlie and back, unsure of what to say. Owen jumps to the rescue then, feeling me tense up beside him. “Yeah, she did a wonderful job! Her fingers are kinda like magic.” I look up at him, earning a smile from him in return. “Yeah, well, what can I say? It’s a talent,” I flip my hair over my shoulder confidently, though in my mind I’m wondering where all this confidence comes from. Even Jeremy is a little surprised by it whilst the other boys just laugh. “Maybe you should ask Kenny to start next week,” Charlie suggests with an excited grin. “Yeah! Then you could stay with us longer!” Owen’s enthusiasm dazzles me even more so than the words that come out of his mouth. He wants me to stay longer… “I still have to get through college, you guys. I can’t just quit?” I’m catapulted back into reality as those words roll off my mouth. “Do you know how much college costs?!” Owen and Charlie share a glance, wondering if either one of them knows. “I’m an actor, Lil’ Shada, so no…” Owen whispers in my ear without breaking eye contact with his buddy on the other side of the table. I let out a laugh, shaking my head in amusement. “How long are you staying?” Charlie then asks, his eyes flickering from me to Owen and back. “A week. I start college again next Monday,” I reply when the waitress finally brings us our food. “Thank you,” I say to her with a smile, the others doing the same. “So, you’re just gonna stay a week?” Owen queries before taking a bite from his lunch. “Yep… Going home on Sunday,” I answer. The disappointment in his face is prominent. “But I might come back soon if Jeremy will let me.” My eyes dart over to my brother, who hasn’t said much since we sat down. “Can’t really say no to Lil’ Shada, can I?” My lips curl up in thankfulness. “Besides, I think the rest of the cast would hate my ass if I took you away from them.” His eyes flick towards Owen for a split second. He has caught on to the vibe Owen and I have been giving off towards each other. Maybe it’s not just in my mind. “That’s very true,” Owen agrees, his mouth full of food. I turn my head to look at him, eyebrows raised at his immature way of eating his food. My eyes then fall on his chin, which has a little dressing seeping down it. I raise my hand and swipe my finger across his skin, taking the sauce away. He freezes at that moment, halting mid-chew. “Dressing,” I show him before licking it off my thumb. He swallows harshly and when I look back at the boys on the other side of the table, they’re staring at me too with wide eyes. “Someone ought to get this dude a bib,” I joke, trying to take the tension away. Charlie lets out a laugh, nodding his head agreeingly before turning back to his food. My brother, however, just raises his eyebrows at me. He doesn’t love the idea of his little sister being intimate with anyone. Especially not one of his best buddies. I can’t help it though. I’m a twenty-one year old woman, I have feelings. I have hormones. Jeremy’s overprotectiveness isn’t going to take away the fun from this week. I’m not going to let it. 

And I don’t. I spend the entire week on set, either hanging out with some of the girls or with my brother and the other boys. Teresa lets me help out in the mornings with the cast’s hair, teaching me some new tips and tricks. If anything, it just brings me closer to the cast, which is a nice bonus. Mainly because it also brings me closer to Owen. The connection we created during my time in Vancouver has only grown from that first day. Whenever Jeremy’s  not around or he can’t hear it, the two of us harmlessly flirt with one another and, whenever he doesn’t have a scene to shoot, we hang out together. One day, he took me to Julie’s bedroom set where we sat on her bed and talked until we fell asleep huddled up into a cuddle. Jeremy wasn’t happy when he found us like that. Even though I did tell him it was just an innocent nap. He didn’t take it. My brother’s disapproval didn’t stop us though. We just kept going to that set to take a nap together. It has become my favorite part of the day. “Hey,” he captures my attention. We’re cuddled up on Julie’s bed, legs entangled. My head’s resting on his chest, one arm slung over his stomach whilst the other is squished between our bodies. He has his left arm draped around my shoulder, his fingers trailing up and down my arm. “What?” I ask, looking up at him. He’s staring at the decorative lights above us. “Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” His voice sounds so soft, I’d almost believe he’s sad. “I mean… Yeah… I don’t think I can miss my first classes of the semester,” I whisper as though it’s a secret. My fingers start drawing patterns on his chest and abdomen as my eyes focus on them instead of his face. I’m too scared I might kiss him if I keep looking at him.  “Can’t you follow them online? Or just… I don’t know…” he exhales deeply, my head bobbing along. “I just don’t want you to leave yet.” I want to reply, but people bursting in the room cut me off. I scramble upright, terrified it might be Jeremy. Instead, Owen and I are tackled by Charlie, Savannah and Madison. “Group cuddle!” they scream, making me and Owen giggle. I go back to my previous position while Charlie comes to rest his head on my thigh, his arms around my waist, the rest of his body curled up between Owen and me. Savannah takes Owen’s other side, mirroring my position while Madi rests her head on his stomach. “What were you guys chatting about so intimately?” Savannah asks, followed by a yawn. “Me leaving,” I sigh joylessly. I feel Charlie’s arms tighten around me and Owen tense beneath me. Savannah’s eyes lock with mine, a pout forming on her face. “I don’t want you to leave. It’s been way too fun with you around,” she whispers. “I agree,” Charlie mutters. “Ditto,” says Madison, making me smile widely. Even more so when Owen presses a kiss to my hair. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life. Not on some stupid campus studying for a job I don’t even want to do. I need more time with these people. And I’m going to get it. It’s about time I did something for myself instead of constantly doing shit for others.

“Can I talk to you guys for a moment?” I ask Carolynn and Jeremy at the dinner table. Jeremy halts, his fork lifted mid-air, while Carolynn simply places her cutlery down, giving me her undivided attention. I inhale deeply, trying to gather all of my courage. “I was wondering if I could stay here a little longer? I haven’t talked to mom and dad yet, but I wanna do an independent study this year while interning with Teresa.” Jeremy drops his fork on his plate, a loud clatter echoing through the place. “She asked if that would be something I’m interested in, and to be quite frank, I am. Helping around this week really reminded me of how much I loved doing it.” I glance at Jeremy, noticing how tense and frustrated he’s becoming with every word I say. “Being a doctor was never my dream, Jer. It was mom’s. I think I need to do this. I need to do more things for myself instead of wanting to please others.” “I agree, sweetie,” Carolynn chimes in, offering me a supportive smile before the two of us turn back to the man of the house. He has his lips pursed, clearly mulling this over in his head. “This is about Owen, isn’t it?” he finally asks. The mention of the boy I had grown so attached to startles me at first, I didn’t expect him to be brought up in this conversation since it has nothing to do with him. “He put you up to this?” I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I have no clue what to tell him. On one hand, I do want more time with him and Charlie and all the other cast members. I want more time with my brother. But I can’t hide that it’s mostly Owen that’s drawing me here. Spending time with him made me feel so much more connected to myself, in some way. He calms my anxiety. He makes me feel happy. Genuinely happy. “Of course he didn’t, Jer. Why would he do that?” I finally manage to bring out. “Because you’re clearly in love with him, Y/N!” The loudness of his voice and harshness of his tone makes me flinch. “But he’s not right for you! He’s distracting you from your goals, making you think this is what you want! You don’t know what love feels like but you think you do! You and Owen can’t happen, and you can’t stay here. You have to go back home!” The anger and frustration builds inside of me, and pours out in the form of tears. “You don’t have a say in this, Jer! I am twenty-one, I’m not a child anymore! I can decide what I want to do with my life and I can decide who I love!” I’m surprised by the words that flow out of my mouth. “I get that you wanna be the protective brother, Jeremy, but this is going too far. You have to let me make my own mistakes! You have to let me live my life the way I want it to!” He angrily shoves his chair back when he stands up in frustration, making Carolynn flinch. “You’re still a child, Y/N!” he shouts at me. I stand up too, leaning my hands on the tabletop. “I’m not even a year younger than you, Jer! If I’m a child, so are you!” I yell back. “At least I’m married and have a family!” he aggressively points at Carolynn, who’s rubbing her face in desperation. My eyes flicker from my sister-in-law back to my brother. “I would be in a relationship if you didn’t scare off every person I ever brought home!” “I didn’t want you getting hurt, but did I ever get a thank you for that?!” I scoff at him. He’s not playing the petty card right now. “That’s just life, Jer! People get hurt! People break your heart! But you never even let me experience that pain because you’re too obsessed with being the good brother!” My heart is pounding out of my chest. Jeremy and I have never fought like this. Sure, we used to bicker when we were teenagers, but it’s always been something stupid. This screaming match sounds like years of bundled up distress from both of us. “You have a hero complex, Jer…” I lower the volume of my own voice. Jeremy lets his head drop, knowing all too well I’m right. About everything. About the hero complex, about him meddling in my life. Everything. “I think it’s better if you go to your room for a while, Y/N,” Carolynn orders sweetly. The pent-up anger still hasn’t gone completely, it makes me want to lash out at Carolynn too. “Still not a child,” I mutter instead before grabbing my bag and leaving the apartment. Once the cold Vancouver air hits me, the realization of what just happened does too. The tears escape again, along with anger and regret. I don’t regret what I said to my brother. It’s the truth. It’s exactly what I’ve been thinking for years. What I do regret is telling him all of that in a burst of anger instead of a civilized conversation like we used to back in the day. That’s the only thing I really do regret. After a while of roaming the streets of Vancouver and getting riled up about the whole situation again, I find myself aggressively knocking at Charlie and Owen’s door. I don’t know where else to go and Owen’s the only one who could calm me down from the anger and frustration I’m still holding inside for my brother. I still can’t believe he even dared to say that to me. “Lil’ Shada!” Charlie greets excitedly, but his smile quickly disappears upon seeing my state of being. Jaw clenched, balled fists, tears running down my face. “Hey, Gorgeous, are you okay?” Owen appears in the door too after hearing Charlie utter my nickname. Upon seeing the boy, I race into the apartment, grab his face and bring him down to meet his lips. He’s startled at the force and aggression I’m putting into this kiss, but that soon dissolves when he kisses back. His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer and closer until I can’t do anything else but wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me tight, scared he might drop me while my fingers find their way into his hair. I pull back from his lips, but keep my forehead pressed to his. Both of us are panting from the intensity. I can tell from that sparkle in his eyes he  has no clue what happened, but he wanted it to happen for a while.  “I’m gonna stay,” I tell him in a whisper, which only makes the sparkle in his eyes more earnest. Without another doubt, he crashes his lips on mine again. This time, he takes it a little slower, making it more sensational without depriving it from the sizzle from before. I try to forget about the fight I’d just had with Jeremy and focus solely on Owen, but my brain counteracts. His words are on repeat in my mind like syncopated beats. This time Owen pulls back when he no doubtedly tastes the saltiness of my tears mixing in with the passion. He looks at me, the sparkle in his eyes making room for worry. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispers, putting me down on my feet again but keeping his arms around me and my body close. “I’m sorry, I just…” I inhale sharply, “I had a major fight with Jeremy and I just can’t shake it. I have never seen him like this…” Owen snakes his arms around my shoulders, pushing him closer into his chest. He lets me cry for a while, holding me in his arms until I’ve calmed down a little. He takes me to the couch where Charlie’s sitting too. I hadn’t even noticed him still in the room, let alone that he moved. “Talk to me, Gorgeous,” Owen whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He’d stopped calling me “Lil’ Shada” a while ago, which makes me feel like I’m more than just Jer’s little sister. Savannah told me it was what he did to anyone he liked. Those little details are his way of showing his appreciation or love to someone.  I like the small details in Owen’s love language. “I wanted to ask him and Care if I could stay at their place a little while longer, and I told him about the independent study and internship I wanted to do while here. For some reason, he thought I was doing all of this for you, that you put me up to this.” Owen inhales sharply at this. I can tell he hates being part of a fight between two people that mean a lot to him. “I told him it had nothing to do with you, but he didn’t believe me. He was shouting and screaming that I was still a child and that I couldn’t make my own decisions. I told him he had a hero complex,” I scoff at myself. This whole fight sounds even more ridiculous now. “Told him that he wants to be the good brother and that he has this idea of being a good brother that doesn’t let his little sister live… or love.” Owen’s eyes flick at mine, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I shouldn’t have shouted at him though… This was all just pent-up anger and frustration from the past twenty-one years. I should’ve just told him to back off like an adult instead of yelling at him like a child.” I glance at Charlie, who had been listening to the entire conversation. His eyes look somber, almost heartbroken. These two boys are just too good for this world. I can’t imagine a life without them anymore. “We both acted like children,” I mutter, shaking my head. There’s rap on the door, shaking all three of us awake from the somber cloud we’re all on because of me. We exchange glances, knowing exactly who’s at the door. Charlie goes first, Owen and me following suit. The anxiety welling up inside of me must be visible to him because he takes my hand, intertwining our fingers as we stand a little behind Charlie as he opens the door. “Hey, Char… Is Y/N here?” I hear my brother ask. The Canadian boy opens the door a little further, presenting Owen and I. Jeremy had been crying too, I can tell. His eyes are red and puffy, his lips swollen from biting on them in distress. “I’m so sorry, Lil’ One,” he mutters from the door. That’s enough for me to let go of Owen and launch myself into my brother’s arms. He’s stunned at first, but then wraps his arms around me too. “I know I can be a little overbearing sometimes, but you have to know it’s only because I love you,” he whispers in my ear, followed by a sniffle. “You’re an adult, just like me, and it’s time I treat you like one.” I push him back slightly but keep my hands on his shoulders. “It’s about time you figured that out.” He lets out a chuckle, dropping his head in defeat. “Hey,” he looks back up. “Thanks for looking out for me. I know you mean well.” “We’re family, Lil’ One, we’re supposed to look out for one another,” he looks past me at the two other boys, “We’re all family.” Charlie and Owen walk up to us, the latter scratching the back of his head with a pained expression on his face. “Yeah, can we not call it a family? Because otherwise, I’m in love with a family member.” He places his hands on my shoulders and presses a kiss to my hair. I meet his eyes whilst my heart beats faster. He’s in love with me. A boy I’m in love with is in love with me too. I mean, of course he is, he wouldn’t have kissed me like that. Jeremy glances from me to Owen and back, trying to decide what to think about this entire situation. I can tell it’s hard for him to let this idea of his little sister go, but he’s trying. “Be careful with her, alright? You might be my best friend, but I will not hesitate to kill you,” Jeremy’s pointing at Owen, a harsh look on his face. “Bro, I could never hurt her,” he reassures my older brother, and me at the same time. “You better keep that promise, Joyner!” That night, Jeremy calls Carolynn over too, and the five of us sit on the couch all night, talking and watching movies. I love being in Owen’s arms so much. Though we used to cuddle and be flirty with each other before, it really does give a whole different vibe knowing I could just turn my head and kiss him now. My parents allow me to stay in Vancouver and go through with my plan, much to all of our relief. Days on set are amazing. I help Teresa and the other hairstylists every morning and during all the scenes when they need touch ups, spend every night at Owen’s and Charlie’s place, and have the most fun I ever had in my life with all these people around here. “Cuddle session?” Owen whispers in my ear when we’re rounding up the scene. His sudden hands on my shoulders and lips against my ear makes me jump at first, but I calm down just as quickly. “Baby, I’m working,” I giggle, clearing all the hair products from the table, knowing he’ll convince me within five seconds. Teresa really is a very loose mentor and wouldn’t mind if I escaped now. “But you’re almost finished though? And Teresa is here to take over from you?” he tries, which makes me look up at him, and then at Teresa. The woman I call my Canadian mother winks at me, letting me know I’m good to go. I turn around in Owen’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You are so lucky Teresa’s this awesome,” I tell him and peck his lips quickly. “Thank you, T.” I grab Owen’s hand and guide him to the bedroom set we’d used so many times for cuddles, whether that be alone or with the others. The second we’re in the room, Owen tugs at my arm, making me stumble into him with a squeal. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he cups my face with his warm hands and brings me in for a passionate kiss. He pushes me backwards when I kiss back, right until I feel the bed push into the back of my knees. I crawl backwards, Owen following suit as he’s still attached to my lips. He pulls back for a moment, looking me in the eyes with those tender eyes of his. He’s holding up his weight by placing a hand next to my head, using the other to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you,” he whispers, causing the corners of my mouth to curl up into a smile automatically. “I love you too,” I whisper back and diminish the space between our lips by pulling him down by the back of his neck. My fingers tangle up into the blonde hair I styled this morning. Doing his hair might just be my favorite part of the day, along with this. “Group cuddle!” Our intimate moment is disturbed by a mop of our friends attacking us on the bed. With a groan, Owen drops next to me, the others piling onto us. That lunch break, all of us take a collective nap on Julie’s bed, some on stomachs, on chests, shoulders, thighs. All our limbs are tangled up together, no bystander would be able to tell which limb belongs to who. To say my new job is the best ever would be an understatement. 

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Yugioh S5 Ep 21: Joey Takes A Snack at that Cray Sauce

Hey guys! The 17 yo cat with kidney disease I was out of town watching lived to see another week (she was a very good girl). Which means now I can get back to the good stuff. This episode is brought to you by the colors red and orange, and I hope you like this color, and I hope you like this after effects they CGId onto this volcano.

Anyways, they first have to do this familiar ledge fall, because, it’s Yugioh, and if there’s a bunch of lava, Tristan wants

in

that.

And then Joey decides...hey you know what? I’m gonna jet. And...it’s not the first time he’s pulled a wild card and been unpredictable, I mean none of us can really forget that time he decided to get murdered by Mai instead of going in a straight line towards the end boss last season, but this time it was kind of funny how it was hastily composed.

And off he goes, folks.

As he left, Tristan was like “Ya dummy!” and Tea was like “nono, we gotta encourage him--run Joey! You can do it! See? Now he’s gone.” and it’s like...Tea is either trying to kill Joey with her support or honestly thinks that’s good support and I can’t fully tell which she is.

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It’s at this point that Grandpa has the gall to say “Did any of you happen to catch the lore? I fell asleep during that part.” Just like my Dad when we watch any movie as a family.

Meanwhile, maybe 100 ft away from them, Joey is in mortal peril but it’s Joey, so he’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.

In fact, this episode seems like it would have been a better arc if it stretched out more episodes because the Joey neglect happens so quickly and out of nowhere that it’s...less organic than your average children’s show. Honestly it’s kind of funny how fast the fall of Joey Wheeler happens this episode. And I think it could have been a fun interesting time if it was handled better but youknow...it’s crammed into one single episode and you’ll se what happens.

As Yugi ruminates a cool thing that would have been really interesting this season--like running into more rando’s from other periods of time than just Alexander--Tea looks across the lava highway and was like “found it.”

Back at the dragon situation, Joey starts opening his heart to this dragon and it’s like...did they originally intend for Seto Kaiba to be here? Because I guess Joey uses Red Eyes a lot, but I also skip a lot of the card games, so when I think “who likes the dragon card?” Joey is not the first one I think of.

That and like he got over his Atlantis dragon card like hella fast, right? Like totally already over that?

And also if you thought Joey would pull out his other dragon to try and communicate or get a hold of this dragon like...nah.

Back at the fort, these guys decided to ditch Joey to get to this sword at the top of a volcano to solve the riddle, and what follows is some weird ass canon.

As I’m pulling up my Google Doc with my deathcount on it, Tristan decides this is the time he won’t freakin die and turn into a robot monkey for 15 episodes.

And he makes a huge ass green dragon. You’d think this MASSIVE dragon would do more in this episode, but nah. Although he pulls out Massive Dragon, it’s like kind of worthless, so he mostly puts it back in his pocket.

And then Tea pulls this elf chick out and it’s freakin hilarious because look at her giant elf.

Like Tea is not a small person! Are Yugioh monsters all 12 ft tall???

Yugi is also all ham about fusing with his dude now. It knocked him out a couple episodes ago, but Yugi is so keen on destroying his body that he’s back in clown town. And like...took his Grandpa for a ride, I guess, although I’m pretty sure Summoned Skull has wings.

Course, Summoned Skulls insides are his outsides...and I dunno if you’d want Summoned Skull to give you a big hug and carry you around. Summoned Skull just seems like he’s sticky.

And, once they make it to the top of the volcano where the plot sword lives, we first have to visit this plot twist of the century.

YEAH.

OUT OF NOWHERE.

THIS EPISODE IS NOT LONG.

Aaaaaaand now Joey is going to try and kill everyone here. I did not skip anything, PS, Joey dipped off-screen.

PS, everyone’s reaction to “I will kill you!” was a whole lot of rolling their eyes at first being like “Joey, stawp.”

So, now that Joey’s randomly possessed by this dragon, we get a peek into what Joey’s brain zone looks like. It’s a whole lot of nothing in between his ears.

Consistent to S1 actually, when we had a bit of a Joey Brain Zone moment. It was a blank void there, too.

So apparently Joey decided, back when he was confessing his love to Red Eyes Black Dragon, that he would jump on it’s back to calm it down--and it just...fused with him. So...now he’s a dragon.

Sure, I guess. I mean...there’s really no limit on what a Duel monster can’t do, so I’ll allow it.

The team tries to just say “ah screw it” and pull up this sword themselves (you can kind of see it in this shot) and the sword just slurps into the dirt even more out of spite. Seeing that there’s a bit of a time limit, Grandpa pulls this one out of his back pocket.

Yo, Grandpa’s not even possessed. Hey, remember that time that Grandpa nearly died giving Arthur Hawkins the last of his water back in Egypt? Remember that?

Like uh, you can definitely tell this was made by a different team that may not have gotten that cue card. It may have been lost in the mail. Either way, kind of a hilarious heel turn on Grandpa’s personality here, although it does make logical sense to save most of the kids from sacrificing one kid. It’s just...that kid is Joey...so...that’s like his adopted Grandson, right?

So Yugi does something very on brand for Yugi and invades a brain.

And like...obviously Yami and Yugi would say no to this. They would never do this. Not after all the dozens and dozens of times they have sacrificed the world and everything for their best friends.

But...maybe just this one time we can kill Joey? As a treat?

So uh...Yami hella vaporizes Joey with his new powers. Luckily, Joey Wheeler has Shaggy Doo energy and just...he survives it for some reason. I don’t know why he isn’t dead, maybe because the dragon made him stronger? Eh, don’t do the math (on any part of this episode).

So Joey gets up and is like “I know the answer to the riddle!” As the sword kinda melts into the volcano and Gramps is like “Well we’re dead, actually, so no one cares!”

And Joey’s like “Look!” and he hops onto the back of the Red Eyes Black dragon and reveals this random thing:

Because it turns out, that the dragon was the real problem and not this volcano with a sword in it.

Which youknow...could have been cool if this episode wasn’t so many insane plot points so quickly. Kind of a lot of episode here. This episode could have been a whole season of a show.

Like how long was Joey Possessed by Marik in S2? Like 5 or 6 episodes? And you can see how much more successful it was at selling the story although it was a lot of the same themes and ideas. Pacing is important.

And then Joey passes out from the suit juice.

Which is when we get one more Alexander cameo, just kinda watching them leave and onto the next arc of their little journey.

They sure did put a lot of eyeliner on Alexander the great, and, being real...he may have actually been wearing a hell ton of dope eyeliner when he was alive, so this could be historically accurate, for all we know. Those old marble statues used to be painted, after all. Maybe they had dope Yugioh eyeliner down to his cheekbones? One can wish.

And like if you ever get the time--seeing what those marble statues looked like with paint on it is so freakin goofy and fun, I love it. I love that for 600 years we thought those marble statues were supposed to be naked and white but it’s like, nah man--this guy’s just wearing a skin tight breast plate and when you paint it, it’s so garish it’s like a freakin clown outfit.

But anyway, that’s all for now! Hope y’all have a good weekend, and as always, here’s a link to read these in chrono order, if you just got here!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

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could u do a damian wayne x reader where the reader is a titan and damian and her are friends and where the reader has a really crooked smile and crooked teeth and damian just adores it but the reader hates it because everyone makes jokes about it even though they’re just kidding she’s just really insecure like maybe a fellow titan makes a joke about it and damian defends her

Thank you for requesting! This is written by someone who two snagle teeth that sit more like tusks that I despise, so I get where we're coming from here 😔

Prompt List • Masterlist (in bio)

He's always liked your smile. Yeah, it's lopsided and looks more like something torn straight from an evil swamp witch in a storybook, but he adores it.

He loves it because it's yours. Trademark yours. Nobody in the world has a smile exactly like yours. He loves it because it means you're happy. It isn't something torn from a billboard and slapped across someone's face—it's your happiness, in all its realistic and lifelike glory. Nothing any orthodontist can recreate.

He remembers when you first joined the Titans. Barely two weeks after he did, himself. You'd smiled broadly back then, laughing openly at his quips and jokes too dark for you to repeat.

After so long spent around rich people with perfect teeth and catered smiles, your crooked grin stole his heart right out from under him. He hadn't noticed at first, when his heart toppled into your hands: he was too busy admiring your mouth and wondering what'd it could feel like against his.

It took a long time for him to come to terms with his feelings for you. Years, actually. But even while he was trying desperately to suppress an emotional attachment that ran much deeper that just your smile, he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of seeing it. He continued hissing comments in the middle of meetings and pinpointing the things you thought were funniest, cutes, sweetest. Anything to earn a smile.

Unfortunately, he suspects not everybody felt the same glimmering warmth that came with your smile. At the years dragged on, your grin shrank. It was gradual at first, fewer and farther between, until one day they stopped altogether. No more teeth peeking out between the break in your lips. You still smiled plenty, at all his jokes and barbed comebacks, but never showing any teeth. Close-lipped smiles only. When you laughed, it was with a hand or wrist over your mouth. No teeth.

It was late, the night he asked about it. You were sixteen, and he'd given up on shoving away emotions. He still refused to admit anything to you, but he'd allow himself to call you a close friend—one of his two best friends (not that he'd ever said that to your face). It was in San Francisco, and you were laying beside him on the roof of Titan Tower.

You were chuckling still chuckling about watching Beat Boy spurt fruit punch put of his nose when Raven kissed his cheek on a dare (your dare, simply because you wanted to see how hard you could get her to blush).

He was staring up at what stars could be seen through the city's light pollution. He was smiling and listening, but he was only really paying you half his attention. He was thinking about the pictures you'd been in throughout the night, the close-lipped smiles, the hands covering your laughter. That one time you covered your mouth again because you couldn't help grinning at him from across the room as he deadpanned, listening to Dick drawl on about celebrating the successful mission you'd all completed the night before.

He let's your chuckling die down before he rolls his face toward you. "Can I ask you something?"

You look his way, an uncovered, tooth-flashing smile still settled across your mouth, though it starts to fade at the seriousness in his tone.

You still smile for him. Just him.

"Why do you cover your mouth when you laugh?"

Your smile becomes lopsided. You aren't totally sure how to react, and it's written across your face, despite trying to play it off. "What?"

"When you laugh, you cover your mouth with your hand," he reiterates. "And you don't smile around people like you used to."

Your smile droops again. You turn away, to face the stars again. "I dunno. I just do."

He knows there's something else, but he's learned to recognize when you don't want to talk about something. He wants to press you, he wants to figure out what the problem is so he can fix it. Hedyfix all your problems, if he could.

He shoves the thought away before it advances on as to why. "How many Titans can pass out in one room?"

You recognize the tone he uses specifically for a joke. You're already starting to smile. "I dunno, how many?"

"Let's go back inside and find out."

It's a good week afterward that he finally gets his answers. You're sandwiched between him and Raven, focused more on the movie than Beast Boy trying to get Cyborg to spit out his mouth full of water. Some bet they'd made, you've gathered. Why they'd chosen a horror movie is beyond you.

Damian's got more out of you that Garfield has gotten out of his target so far, and it's already halfway through the movie. Raven even giggled at the few she overheard.

It's all fun and games, until Garfield looks up at the screen, and barks out a laugh from the other side of Raven. "Look, it's (Y/N)!"

He's referring to the clown on the screen. The original Pennywise. With rotten, crooked teeth and a chilling grin that probably made kids cry.

Damian rolls his eyes and scoffs. He turns toward you to snicker something about Gar projecting his own issues, but stops cold when he sees the look on your face.

Your eyes are still on the movie, but they're unfocused and your face is twisted with hurt. You try to wipe the expression away when you realize he's looking.

Oh. That's the problem. He should have guessed. Suppose he was too caught up in his own opinion to really consider what any ignorant rodent might think or say about you.

Cyborg groans something, completely unintelligible with a mouthful of water, but it sounds like it was supposed to be scolding. Raven doesn't seem to have heard it.

There are tears in your eyes when you absently scratch the side of your arm and stand up. "I'll be back," you brush off with a forced half smile that's meant to look playful, but comes off pained. You make for the kitchen too quickly to be subtle.

Damian watches you go, but his attention hones on Garfield the moment your out of sight. The green boy is still staring questioningly at Cy's glare when Damian whacks him with the remote.

He swears, reaching up to rub where the hard plastic made contact, turning to tell Damian off and to make him pick up the batteries that came flying out, but Damian's on him first.

"Looks like (L/N), does it?" he growls, jerking his head toward the paused imagine. "Are you always this idiotic or just an asshole?"

Damian watches the confusion turn to pained understanding as he looks between Pennywise and a very angry ex-assassin.

Cyborg spits his water back into the cup on the table. "Dude, come on. That was such a dick thing to say..."

Damian doesn't sit around for the rest. He shoulders the kitchen door open with an empty glass in hand.

You're staring into the yellow light of the microwave, listening to popcorn kernels pop, with your back to him and tour hands braced against the counter.

He hesitates by the door, steps forward suddenly slow and unsure. He glances the sink, remembers the glass, and makes for the faucet. He doesn't want to make it terribly obvious that he knows you're upset, for fear of upsetting you further.

"You shouldn't stand in front of the microwave like that," he grumbles, twisting on the cold water. "Radiation, and all that."

You don't reply. Forty five seconds left on the timer.

He sighs. He pulls his glass from the sink and switches off the water. He leaves the half-full dish on the counter.

You feel his hand on your shoulder without hearing him move. Your head jerks toward him reflexively, but you're quick to turn back to the microwave.

Not quick enough to hide unshed tears and red rimmed eyes.

His hand slides down to your shoulder blade. "Hey. Look at me."

"I'm fine," you mumble, shaking your head dismissively. "I'll be back in a second, just wanted–"

"(Y/N)." His voice is soft in your ears, softer still on an emotional wound. "Look at me."

You release a deep breath, steeling yourself as best you can. His hand is warm on your back, and all you can think about is how badly you want to be held by him. You drop one hand from the counter and turn.

His hand glides with your movement, resting now on your arm. "It was a stupid joke. He's going to apologize. He didn't mean it."

You consider faking another smile and brushing it all off, but you can't seem to bring yourself to do it. Instead, you take a new interest in his shoes. "He wasn't wrong."

"He was." There's enough conviction in his voice to draw your eyes back to his. "He's said enough dumb things to convince mute man glad to be, but that was possibly one of the stupidest."

You chuckle, despite yourself. "That's an awful joke to make," you scold. Still the corners of your lips are tilting upward.

"I know," he admits. "But I'll tell an even worse one if it means you'll smile for me."

Your face falls slack. Eyes wide, surprised.

His free hand finds your other arm. "You have the happiest smile I've ever seen, (Y/N). You don't have to look like a orthodontic aligners commercial to have the prettiest smile in any room. And if anyone tells you otherwise, I'll knock their incisors out."

You've got tears in your eyes again, but your wobbling bottom lip is still tilling toward the ceiling. You sniffle once, shuffling forward just enough to wrap he your arms around him.

His arms come up around you like they've been waiting his whole life for you. And the way you fit against him so perfectly, he wonders if they have.

You bury your face in his shoulder. "Thank you," you mumble against his shirt. "Nobody's ever said that about my smile before."

"No one?" He sounds genuinely surprised, and your body gently shakes hon his arms and you chuckle again.

You pull away slowly, but you can't convince yourself to step away just yet. He doesn't seem to mind, arms still so secure around you. "No. But I shouldn't be surprised," you smile again, wider, "considering you're the only person I've never felt so self conscious around."

He smiles right back. "Good. I couldn't stand it if you tried to hide from me like you do everyone else."

Your teeth disappear again, but it's not behind tight lips and self conscious dread. It's something soft, made solely for him. "No. I don't think I could hide it from you if I tried."

He doesn't remember who moved first. If it was your hands on his cheeks or his arms around your waist, or who leaned and who met them halfway. All he does remember is how many times he imagined tour lips against his, and how many times he'd guessed it all right.

#damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #everybody has pretty smiles!! #i promise!! #they're all so happy!!!!

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Hello, Meant To Be Anon here! I see your requests are open. A pretty big situation going on with my job that's going to leave a lot of people upset and I just am going to need all of the positive vibes I can get. Could I request something fluffy with Wonwoo? Maybe a Snuggle Donation where he cheers up the reader after a bad day? No rush or anything, whenever you have time to get around to it. Thanks!

Hi Anon. I'm really sorry to hear about your job. Know that everything will be okay! You've got this! Here is your request, hope Wonwoo can cheer you up 😉❤ Enjoy and have a good week!!! (I didn't properly proofread this, so please excuse any mistakes!!)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,808

Snuggle Donation: Move In// JeonWonwooxFem!Reader

"Just go home, I'll have Mingyu run the launch."

Y/N watched as her boss walked out of her office with a disappointed frown on his face. After making 5 consecutive mistakes, she was finally being sent home.

It had all started that morning when her landlord came to her door to inform her that he'd be selling the building that Y/N and many other tenants called home. It had sent her mind in a downward spiral all day. She had only 2 weeks to look for a new home and on top of that she had a big campaign launch to run at work that she did not have the mind for... hence why she was being sent home.

"Are you okay?" asked her colleague and friend Mingyu as he entered her office to pick up the plan for the new launch.

"I'm great. Just dandy" she grumbled as she grabbed her purse and keys from her desk. "Are you done? I need to get home" Y/N hadn't meant to sound rude, but if she wasn't out of the office in the next 2 minutes, she was sure she'd break down.

Mingyu gave her a soft understanding smile and ruffled her hair before stepping out of her office and walking over to their break room. The tall man slipped his phone out and dialed the only number he knew would be of help for Y/N.

"What?"

"Yes, hello to you too. Did you and Y/N fight?" he asked.

Wonwoo, who had been playing games instantly stopped what he was doing and grabbed his phone taking it off speaker and putting it to his ear. "No, why? Did she say she was mad at me?"

"No. She's just been off today. Seungcheol kicked her off the campaign launch today. She looked about ready to cry." Mingyu shared as he stirred himself a cup of coffee.

"Something must've happened... don't worry about it. I'll give her a call." With that Wonwoo hung up the phone and dialed his best friend's number, however, after one ring he was instantly directed to voicemail. He had known she wouldn't answer his call, Y/N usually liked her space, but his calls always served as a little reminder that he'd be waiting for her and she could go to him as soon as she was ready to talk.

Back at her small apartment, Y/N wasn't ready yet. Her belongings were glaring at her from the places they'd held for years as she sat on her bed. A million and one thoughts were running through her mind. She had nowhere to go, she had finally saved enough to put in a deposit for the business she was planning to start, and now she had 2 weeks to figure what was going to happen with her life. The problem was starting to weigh down on her little by little.

It was after half an hour that the weight of her issues was too much to bear alone. Her hand reached out for her phone and she dialed her best friend's number.

"Hey you"

"Can you come over?" Y/N asked with an arm draped over her eyes, it seemed like that was the only thing holding her tears in.

"I'm outside... I'll be up in a second, yeah?"

"Yeah" she answered forcing herself to stand from her bed and change into comfortable clothes. Comfortable clothes being the ratty old sweatshirt Wonwoo had left behind 2 years prior and a pair of sweatpants she'd used to paint her bathroom when she'd just moved in. By the time she was done changing, she could hear Wonwoo punching the code into her front door. The sound of plastic bags reaching her in her room.

"Y/N?" he called out.

The young woman stepped out of her room with a sigh, her feet stopping right outside the bedroom door. Wonwoo was watching her closely and carefully from his spot and in a matter of seconds opened his arms up for her. Y/n's feet rushed her up to her tall friend and she buried her face into his chest. The weight that had been weighing down on her seemed to lift and the tears she'd been holding back were now being soaked up by her friend's black t-shirt.

"Do I have to kick someone's ass? I don't know where Seungcheol lives, but I can find out." he joked trying to lighten up the mood.

Y/n sniffled lightly. "I'm so tired" she mumbled, her voice muffled by his chest. "How long is this going to go on?"

Wonwoo's arms wrapped around her tightly. "Tired? Last I heard you got to leave work early today" he said jokingly, his words testing the waters to see if she'd tell him what was bothering her so much.

The girl pulled away from Wonwoo enough to see his face and gave him an unamused look. "Can you not? I'm literally about to be homeless"

Wonwoo was rendered silent. He didn't know you'd been going through money problems. "What? Why didn't you tell me? I would have lent you money"

With yet another sigh, Y/N walked over to the bags he'd brought over knowing they'd be full of her favorite snacks. Wonwoo never failed her. "It's not that. My landlord is selling the building and gave us a 2-week ultimatum to move out." She told him. "Not only that but I don't have enough money to put down a deposit for a new apartment on such short notice... I think I'm going to have to pull the deposit on the photography studio... I just-"

Wonwoo felt a slight sense of panic as soon as he saw Y/N starting to get emotional again. If there was one thing to know about Y/N it was that she was smart, creative, and hard-working... but she was also a perfectionist, a very emotional one at that.

"I'll lend you the money, you don't have to worry" he assured her, but he already knew what her answer would be.

"Are you crazy? You know how hard it is to find a decent apartment in the city. Deposits are so expensive one would think you're buying the apartment"

She wasn't wrong, things were ridiculously expensive in the city, but knowing how important her new business was, he didn't want Y/N to have to give it up yet again. "Then move in with me" he blurted.

Y/N dropped the bag of chips in her hands as soon she heard his suggestion. "What?"

Wonwoo was embarrassed. In any other case, two best friends wouldn't be embarrassed to live together, but they weren't any other case. Wonwoo liked his best friend, he like liked her. "M-move in with me. I mean, you need a place to live, places in the city are expensive, Dokyeom is also moving out"

well now he is

"Plus, the last thing I want is for you to have to postpone the opening of your photography studio. You've worked too hard, and as your best friend, I will not allow it."

Y/N felt a large wave of emotions crashing into her. With a slow shake of her head, she picked up the bag of chips she'd dropped. "I don't know Woo... would that really be okay?"

"Of course it'd be okay! You're my best friend. Best friends can live together... I'm not that bad of a roommate" he grinned.

Y/N chuckled and grabbed more snacks before making her way over to her small living room and plopping down on her couch. "You realize how big of a change that will be, right? You'd be living with a girl."

Wonwoo nodded hurriedly, "I'm not a kid, of course I get it"

"Well then... I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea, at least until I find somewhere else to live."

Wonwoo followed her and dropped on the empty spot beside her. His weight shifting over onto her. "Or you could just be my roommate until the end of my lease" he offered.

"God, you're heavy" she groaned as she pushed him off her only to have him lay his head on her lap. "That would be a horrible idea"

Wonwoo smiled up at his friend, his brows wiggling playfully, "what are you saying?! of course it wouldn't. You get to have the handsomest roommate in the world. Why would that be a bad idea?"

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N stuffed Wonwoo's mouth with chips and shook her head, "wow, suddenly I want to stay homeless" she joked, a small smile coming to her face.

"Hey, you smiled though. That's good right?" He thoughtlessly munched on his chips and grabbed Y/N's hand, placing it on his head.

"Only because I have the most handsome best friend and soon-to-be temporary roommate" she replied, her free hand combing through his hair.

Wonwoo smiled, the fact that she was willing to allow him to help her with such a big issue made him feel like maybe a part of her also needed him as much as he did her. "So I'm assuming that's a yes to coming home with me?"

"If you're willing to make a little space for me, then I'll gladly move in with you."

"Okay. We can pack up a bag and you can come with me tonight. I'll ask for the day off tomorrow and I'll come to help you pack up and start the move!" Wonwoo said excitedly causing the girl's tummy to do a little flip at how excited he sounded.

"Calm down, we have two weeks to get everything done. Plus, we still have to run it by your landlord." Y/N told him.

"My landlord will be fine with it. He already thinks you live with me since you always come over." He assured, his eyes glimmered as he stood up.

Y/N laughed and grabbed his hand tugging him back to sit beside her. "Hey, you came to make me feel better you gotta feed me and finish the movie with me"

"Oh! Right! After the movie we can pack though, right?" he asked.

"Of course! We can also call the most handsome best friend and soon-to-be temporary roommate to come and help us pack" the girl said popping a chip into her mouth. Wonwoo looked over at her in confusion. "What? Did you think I was gonna let you kick out Dokyeom? Nice try idiot."

Wonwoo groaned and let his body drop over her lap again, "You won't let a single thing slip by, will you?"

With yet another eye-roll she stuffed his mouth with the chips in her hands. "Hush, we're gonna finish the scary movie we didn't finish last time."

"Goddamn it, Y/N. Not again."

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