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Death the Kid 

with kid, i just know that he would really appreciate being with someone super strong

it isn’t often that your partner can kick ass into next week, 

or that they can bench almost four to five times your body weight,

but that is about where it ends in regards to acknowledging it

it’s you, what more can he ask for? 

but really though

he really admires your strength and your tenacity

it’s something that he can’t admire enough

HOWEVER

he will never get used to you using your strength to tease him to no end

everyone else enjoys seeing him loosen up around you

but what they never expected was seeing the stoic and strong kid get hauled around like a child with a toy by you 

seriously

you can count the amount of times it has happened, he can’t

and the twins are on constant guard of counting but they’re always off

(it’s happened around 117 times, just to let you know-) 

it leaves him a flustered mess

it leaves you a giggly one

it’s great, really

he also really appreciates that you care enough to see him smile

but he’d really like if you could calm it down a little bit

(unless the situation calls for it)

(sometimes the boy gets scared, and needs someone to haul him out of dangerous situations) 

(please help him in those situations) 

YOU AND KID had been out on a date since the early morning. It was his day from the twins, and your day from your partner (and workplace).  The sun was beating down on the two of you as you both continued your stroll through Death City. 

“(Y/n), dear?” Kid began, a bit quietly. You nodded, humming to him. “Would you want to get some lunch? I’m getting a bit hungry.”

You laughed, nearly curling over on the sidewalk. Kid was trying to cover the sight, brushing the event off as you coughing for a second. “Kid, hun, if you want to get food, you don’t have to ask like that! We can go ahead and do it!” Standing back up, you took a final breath to recover from the laughing fit that just occurred. “That said, what do you want?”

An agreement came with a small coffee shop on the outskirts of town; quiet and quaint is really all you needed at the moment. You both ordered your drinks, and each got an item off the menu, and then came to the decision to go to the park to eat it. 

It wasn’t too far away, so the shade and the bench was the perfect place to rest for the time being. Especially with a dinner being planned for later with everyone, a break from the world would be very much warranted for the moment. 

Once at the park, you both settled onto the bench by the basketball court and cuddled next to each other. You had your phone out scrolling through videos on DeathTube while Kid had his out, scrolling through DeathGram instead. 

You ran through multiple videos, playing snippets and exiting them, until you found one with a commentator that you really enjoy. They had been reviewing a knock-off movie on their latest video, so you pulled it up. “Hey, wanna watch this with me?”

Kid peeked over your shoulder and shrugged. “Sure, it looks interesting,” and then laid his arm over your shoulder as you kept a grip on your cellular. 

Cracking joke after joke, it managed to get a chuckle out of him and a nearly full-blown coughing fit out of you. 

Yes, he was worried. No, you didn’t choke on your beverage.  

Either way, some time had passed and then you heard the bouncing of a ball and the unmistakably brash tone of Blackstar. Well, you heard him and everyone else (aside from Maka. She had a great book at her apartment and refused to leave). 

“Are they really coming here now?” 

“Seems so,” Kid uttered. It rolled off his tongue almost like a chant - not like it wasn’t one by now. 

“Hey, Kid! I thought you were out on a date?” Patty’s voice rang through the area, almost bouncing off the net itself. 

“Yeah, we though you were gonna stay home,” came Liz. You pursed your lips, a bit bothered to be around everyone already, but Kid recovered quickly and pitched into the conversation. He’d tapped you on the shoulder and gestured for the both of you to stand up. 

“I wasn’t planning on staying there with them all day, it was nice out.” He appraoched them and brushed a bit of Liz’s sleeve to even the shirt she wore out. You stood by and continued staying behind. 

Soul and Tsubaki came by to talk to you, and you showed them the video you had been watching, but even then your social battery was already being drained. 

And being a bit drained and even slightly bored...

Well, an idea hit you like a train. 

You had bid Soul and Tsubaki goodbye after sharing some conversation about the coming evening, but they already knew what you were planning. Oh, did they know. (Soul was always a sucker for this, he found it hilarious) 

You ran over to Kid, standing in front of Blackstar, Liz, and Patty, and proceeded to haul him straight over your shoulder and then book it back to Gallows Manor. 

Full speed, he’d lost his empty bag somewhere along the way, and he was wriggling around. “(Y/n), why must you do this? Why?”

Smug as all hell, and willing to do it again, you let out a snort. “Because it’s fun! Now, let’s get back to the manor and watch a movie.”

Meanwhile, the twins were holding back laughter, Blackstar was confused, Tsubaki was left a little shocked, and Soul was about ready to pass out from laughing so hard. 

Number 118, knocked out. 

Soul Eater Evans 

alright

so

i feel like soul would silently love it

like, l o v e i t 

he just would refuse to say it.

(everyone knows he loves it) 

(he thinks he’s really good at hiding it) 

either way, he really admires your ability to hold out a routine for this so well

in his own words, “it’s really cool.”

but again, there’s that little factor of you being sneaky and feeling the need to pick him up and haul him out of a conversation 

anywhere, anytime

he will play it off like he hates it, probably about ready to cuss you out 

(yeah right) 

but really?

oh, he also loves that

is it sudden? 

hell yeah it is

is it a good way to stay on his toes?

hell yeah it is

is it actually really cute seeing you get so excited about doing so?

cue the biggest, fattest, and most gigantic H E L L Y E S

honestly, he’ll put up with being embarrassed if it means that you remain happy

SOUL HAD BEEN stuck at school all day. You had been laying at his shared apartment with Maka, when she also had to jump ship and accompany him. It left you lonely.

You’d tried to combat it by flipping through channels on the television, scrolling through videos upon videos you had already seen, and even checking DeathGram - the last resort of last resorts to you. 

Yeah, none of it was working. Not in the slightest.

At least, you thought so, so you went to check your messages. Tired, bored, left alone - really, you just scrolled to scroll. 

Until a small pinging noise came from your cell. 

It was a message, and when you went to check it, you saw that it was from Liz. She was asking if you wanted to go get some coffee or something with her, simply because she was bored. 

Seemed like a disease today, but hey, whatever! Coffee with her? Bound to be gossip, so why not? 

So, you texted her back and proceeded to meet her at DeathBucks. 

Of course, a couple hours went by, and you both were done. Liz’s phone rang as your were throwing away the trash that the both of you had accumulated, and though you wanted to eavesdrop (as nicely as possibly, of course), you were too far away. Pity.

Your eavesdropping plan went bust, though, since she’d come to you looking exasperated. 

“Okay, Kid wants Patty and I at the school right now. I’m gonna have to hit it, like, now,” were her words. You shrugged. 

“I’ll join you. Soul’s been there all day, anyway.”

With that determined, you both left the establishment and proceeded to go on about your day. Showing some funny pictures you snuck of the gang, and her showing you some really cool makeup looks and nail art, let the time pass by really quickly. It almost left you upset at how fast the time went by. 

No matter, business called, and eventually Liz had to split up with you and meet up with Kid and Patty. 

“See ya’, (Y/n)!”

“See ya’!”

Pouting, you decided to roam the school anyway. Maybe drop in to see Dr. Stein or someone else, even Spirit would be welcome! 

Boredom is really a bitch, because even the idea of reading that new novel Maka bought you for your birthday crossed your mind. Rock bottom was dawning on you - really, truly dawning on you.

You yawned, and instead of doing anything really worth time, you went back to scrolling. 

Whether that was through DeathGram, DeathTube, or some other miscellaneous social media site, it didn’t matter. 

Time was going at a snail’s pace, and the sites were beginning to blend together. So much so, actually, that you could have sworn that you saw the same meal pic that someone had posted about four or five times.

“Ugh! This sucks...” you moaned, leaning back against the pillar you had seated yourself in front of. When you did, you didn’t remember, but it happened! 

The shade covered your face as the sun sunk into your pants, overheating you and making you wish you’d just decided to stay inside or at DeathBucks. Seriously, the least that you could have done would have been some homework or even hopping onto an online chatroom and going crazy. 

At least, the thought crossed your mind before you heard the combination of three very familiar voices. 

Soul was trailing behind Maka and Dr. Stein, silently observing them with a raised brow. It was almost a face of pure confusion, but not quite. 

Now was your chance. 

Revenge for leaving you alone all day? Oh, most definitely, you had to do it now. 

So, with precision (at least, as much as you could have when there were two meisters with insane soul sensing abilities), you ran towards the boy and held him over your shoulder. 

A devilish laugh left you as he started shouting, “Hey, what the hell? Put me down!” and stuff like, “This is so not cool...”

But as common it was to see him held over his partner’s shoulder, Maka was still a little taken aback. Dr. Stein, on the other hand, was about ready to laugh, even if he’d never seen it before. 

Simply for that stunt, you got your cuddles but you had to make dinner that night. Win-win, I guess? 

Spirit Albarn “Death Scythe”

spirit is absolutely in love with it

you know that one audio that’s like

“i would love a woman that could just kill me” or something like that? 

yeah, some variation of that has most definitely left his mouth 

most likely in public, too

(unashamed, is what he is) 

you hated that unabashed aspect in those moments, but whatever

(cuz big buff partner make brain go brr-)

anyway- 

he really won’t mind it

in fact, i just know that he would encourage it

seriously 

he wouldn’t expect it, no

but he would highly encourage it

he may also be very prone to flirting in the process of it 

and please note that by flirting, i mean sex jokes

super cheesy ones, but sex jokes nonetheless

you also have maka’s respect for doing this, too

it’s nice to see someone that can keep her playboy pops in check

either way, though

please do it

despite his personality, i also feel like he’s really touch-starved

so, i reiterate:

please, pick him up

SPIRIT WAS LAYING on a bench beside the school, watching the sun intently. 

Was he in thought? Most likely. 

Was a Spirit in thought ever a good idea? Rarely. Very rarely. 

No one ever really had much of an idea what was going through his head when he wasn’t thinking, but chances are that he was thinking about Maka and his ex-wife. Never really a good thing.

That is, to Maka, at least. 

You had been advising a fight on school grounds when you had been alerted to Spirit’s stone-faced and quiet attitude. According to Stein, it had been happening for the past half hour. 

Maka had been pointing out things about the fight, elaborating upon some things you had brought up as well as providing points and questions if she happened to have any. 

It was a nice way to get her to bond with you, and that made everyone happy. It took her mind off her father and his habits, and allowed her to get to know you. 

It also allowed her to see the effect you had on her father. 

As much as she hated to admit it, you brought out something in Spirit that she hadn’t seen since the last time he ever truly respected her mother. It definitely hurt, but she had already began to see you as a mother figure. 

It honestly helped her see him as less of a deadbeat and more of an actual dad, too. 

Didn’t negate the fact that he played scummy games and won a shitty prize, but hey! 

The fight was almost over when you received the doctor’s message, your text ringer going off. The crowd around you didn’t really catch it, but due to Maka’s proximity to you, she did.

“What’s going on?”

“Hmm?” You turned your attention to her, watching intently as she gestured to the cell in your hand. A look of realization crossed your face as you figured what she was asking. “Oh, nothing to worry about. Spirit’s getting into his head again.”

Maka rolled her eyes, pouting and huffing. “Of course he is. What’s it about this time?”

You chuckled at her reaction, quickly sending a response and tucking your phone away into your back pocket. “No clue. Probably just a little tired, he didn’t get much sleep last night.”

You kept your eyes on the fight in front of you as you watched the students’ battle come to a close. “He was making sure that you were getting some good luck sent your way for the upcoming exam. Not that it’s really surprising, though.”

With a groan, she deflated. “Again? Really?”

“Yes, really. Now might be the time for you to get back to class, though,” you began. “The fight’s about to end.”

Shaking her head, she turned around. “Alright, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, though, right?” 

“Hopefully, kid. Now get to class, I can tell it’s killing you to stay here.”

And with that, she ran and the kids brawling finished. You sent them off and went to do your part in bringing the red head down from an already predestined trip. 

Waving to some of the students as you passed them, you entered in the vacant E.A.T. classroom to see Stein and Spirit centered in front of the righthand corner of the room. 

Stein looked bored, possibly even bothered by it, but Spirit looked dead. Eyes sunken, skin pale, huddled into a ball. It would have been depressing had he not been babbling about ‘Maka doing well’ and ‘providing my dear daughter with good luck’. 

“Ah, you came. I was wondering when you’d arrive,” Stein announced, side-eyeing Spirit’s hunched form as he approached you. 

“No problem, was just supervising a brawl. It had to happen today, apparently.”

The doctor sneered slightly, shaking his head and pressing the palm of his hand to the screw stuck in it. He turned it slowly as the cigarette in his mouth continued to burn. “Of course it did. The amount of students being reckless isn’t surprising.”

Chuckling, you walked past the man and patted his shoulder with a common familiarity. “I’ve got it from here. You had to meet Sid and Naigus, right? Get on with it, already.”

Turning the screw once again, he let a little laugh slip past his lips and exited the room. 

As silently as possible, you crept towards your partner as he continued to worry. He was already so far in thought that you could have, in all honesty, shouted every profanity known to man and he wouldn’t have responded. 

However, you had the oh-so-amazing trump card you could use. 

A smug grin plastered itself onto your face as you approached him, arms outstretched and in a defensive position. 

Within seconds, you had run up to the male and thrown him over you shoulders, dashing out of the room and to the entrance of the school. 

Shaken as he was, he was still walking, and no longer fussing. “What the hell, darling?”

“What do you mean, ‘what the hell’?” Astounded, you gently smacked the back of his head. “You’re tired, I can tell. Get the hell home and get the hell to sleep.”

“Okay, that was attractive- but I need to be there for my daughter-”

“In order to ‘be there for you daughter’, you’ve gotta get some sleep! You can’t support her if you’re so down and out that you can barely stand.”

Nagging as it was, he sighed, pouting and nodded. “Alright, alright...but you’ve gotta stay with me.”

first things first here: 

liz has brought this up multiple times

she’s managed to even drag soul and blackstar into these things, 

crona even! 

but kid has never budged

maka’s done self-care stuff with her, patty has, tsubaki has - 

hell, so have you!

but not kid, never kid

however

you had an idea

he usually budged to you...

and you had learned a few things from liz....

see where i’m heading here? 

yeah, it’s pretty obvious lol

you had caught him one night after a mission

he’d just returned, and wanted to have the night alone with you 

liz and patty had decided to hang out with maka, soul, blackstar, and them

but you stayed at your apartment with him

he was laying back, reading a book

classical music was playing in the background 

you had been scrolling through your phone with your head on his shoulder

but then boredom hit 

and the thought that you hadn’t spent much time to yourself lately struck you

you hadn’t really done anything special to your hair, or your nails, or even your skin lately

it felt nice to do it every once in a while

and since kid hadn’t experience that as of yet, you pieced an idea together

“hey, kid?”

“hmm?”

you cuddled into him further as he looked away from his novel

“would you want to do some facemasks with me?”

his eyes narrowed

“liz put you up to this, didn’t she?”

you gasped, dramatic as ever, and raised a hand to your chest

“not a chance! I was just asking if you wanted to try it.”

you smirked

“i know you can’t say no to me...”

he scrunched his nose, turned away and playfully scowled

“...fine, i guess. just nothing too insane.”

cue sparkles surrounding you

“thank you, thank you, thank you!”

one last glomp was all it took and you were dashing to your bathroom to get everything you needed

face masks, cleanser, moisturizer, serums, oils, you name it

it was all there, ready to use

you knew that you would have to ease him into it either way

so you started

you let him pick what music gets played, any of the shows or movies you guys ended up watching 

it helped him

enough

you washed your face first, let him go next, and then proceeded onto the next steps

“okay, so - time for the face masks.”

“damn you, woman...you were waiting for this.”

your smug face said it all

he slid in front of you and left you go to town

eye masks went on, face masks went on, and even a couple cucumbers after a bit of time 

you were surprised that he had let you do so much already 

but no complaints! no complaints

just surprise

he actually seemed to be enjoying it

(as long as he wasn’t seeing the mask application in the mirror)

you couold have sworn that he was literal putty when you two were riding out the wait time on a peel-off mask

quiet relaxation

...until you got another idea

you had noticed your nails were looking a little...nasty lately

and you noticed kid’s hands

they were clean, but his nails were a little long

and his hair even looked a little dry

“...hey, kid?”

an almost uncharacteristic lazy hum came from him

“could i paint your nails? i’ll let you do mine, and you can choose the color.”

he raised an eyebrow, looked at his hands, looked at yours, then looked at you 

silence...

“as long as you’ll let me pick the colors.”

your semi-dry and almost unmovable face wiggled into a smile

you about spoke, about to ask about his hair-

“and yes, i will let you do my hair. same stipulations apply, though, darling.”

it took all of your willpower to not glomp him yet again

but what mostly stopped you was the fact that the mask might get stuck on your clothes and you didn’t want that

there was still one more mask to put on, that one being a moisturizing peel-off

so, you let him do yours, and you did his

(in the bathroom. obviously)

(like hell that gloopy stuff would reach your carpet)

that in itself took a hot minute since kid was determined to make your mask even

and he was so gentle while doing it too, it made you red-

and you had made sure to repay him by making his as symmetrical as possible in return

once the masks were on and the bathroom was cleared, you dug out your nail care materials

cuticle scissors, a metal cuticle remover, orange sticks, polish remover, multiple different colors of nail polish, base coats, top coats, et cetera et cetera

there was a lot

but no matter, you were going to do it

“that’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“hmm? trust me, it’s really not when everything is ready, kid.”

sucking in a breath, he then sighed

“...alright, i’ll trust you on this. but i’m still picking the colors we’re using.”

and you left him to it.

you gathered all of the items you needed to show him how to care for the nails before the polish (as well as the base and top coats)

and kid had began to look through the colors you had.

he’d pulled out a simple black for him, and consulted you for yours

a (fav/color) polish and (black/white) were his picks for you

“how about this? would you like these colors?”

“kid, of course! i’m good with whatever you choose.”

“hmm, alright. i’m ready to begin.”

and so, it begins

you started on him, letting him watch what you did 

from getting rid of the excess dead skin around the nails, to buffing them to prep for the polish

even how to properly apply the nail polish to the nail

(though that ‘proper technique’ could be debateable-)

you let him dry his nails off before he did yours as well

he was adamant about that

he really wanted them to last :’)

(it really was sweet)

you could tell that he had paid attention to your teachings, too

he was making sure to cleanly and carefully care for your nails

the time it took was a bit long, but hey!

he did really well, and it made you really happy

and then did things get even more particular

he’d buffed the nail lightly, brushed away the dust, and when he went to put on the base coat

he nearly knocked the bottle of acetone over

“oh no!”

“i’ve got it!”

you caught it before it hit the ground, luckily

and only a tiny bit fell out

but it was still a little terrifying and left you a little more wary

kid was a little bit frozen

“kid, darling?”

silence

“kid?”

silence

“...kid?”

silence

you rolled your eyes, leaning in and pecking him on the lips

his ear turned red when you did

“...”

“...”

“...yes, i’m alright. let’s continue.”

so he did 

and he did wonderfully! 

the colors alternated per nail

(matching on each hand, obviously) 

and the cuticles were free of polish

nail shapes were perfect

everything was beautiful

and with that, you let them dry

you’d leaned your head against his shoulder once again, his arm draped softly against your shoulders

you peeked at the glossy black on his hands and smiled before letting the gentle music run through the room

and then it came time to remove the masks and do the hair

he was up first, obviously

(he said it was because he wanted to rest, but you knew he was beginning to see why nights like these were so great)

(that, and he wanted to learn how to do it himself) 

you had him tilt his head back against the bathtub in your bathroom

starting the water, finding the perfect temperature for it, and starting the showerhead all followed within seconds

he had his eyes closed and was sighing despite the uncomfortable position

you grabbed your shampoo and conditioner, preparing to wash his hair

and give him a head massage

“ah, (y/n) darling?”

“yes?”

“could you, perhaps...move a little closer to my temples?”

“of course.”

so you did.

he probably had a headache, or just some stress that he needed to relieve

it felt great for him, and he really did nearly fall asleep as you washed out the conditioner

(you already washed out the shampoo, don’t worry)

then, finally you grabbed the clear hair gloss and applied it to his hair, massaging that into his hair 

and while that settled, you laid back and kid washed your hair

gentle, and sweet, and very careful would be the only thing that could be used to describe the way he did your hair 

you had explained everything to him, and he took it in eerily well

buy hey, you couldn’t complain

he was never as relaxed as he was in that moment, and you wouldn’t ever wish to be the one to ruin the moment for him

when it came time to apply the gloss, he thoroughly did so

again, massaging it into your hair

and switching out once again to wash it out of his hair and apply a leave-in conditioner just to make sure that it stays nice, soft, and healthy

and you showed him how to do that, and he took it in once again and repeated the care process on your hair

and then came the fun part:

the drying process

you both had used a hair towel that wrapped around your heads to get most of the moisture out, but then you pulled out a hairdryer

“(y/n).”

“kid.”

“is that really necessary?”

“it’s easier to do and takes less time. plus, it’s been proven to be healthier for the hair.”

sigh

“fine then.”

you dried his hair on low heat, slowly using a comb and brushing it through the super slight and rare knots in his raven head

he observed you in the mirror as you did so 

(he loved the sight, but he would rather be sentenced to purgatory than admit that) 

(in the moment, at least) 

if you have straight/not-so-wavy-or-curly hair, then:

you handed the hairdryer to him, and he followed your example to the letter

he really tried to target any of the knots that were in your hair

and it tugged a bit hard a couple times

but that’s what comes with brushing and drying the hair

once the drying was done, you both combed out the remaining knots and proceeded to relax

if you have wavy/curly hair, then: 

he let you walk him through the process of drying and care

(not much here since the process is different for everybody)

but no matter, you both decided to lay back down on the sofa in the living area and watch a random tv show

you had you rhead laid against his lap

he had a hand running through your hair, and the other held your hand that was laid against your chest

“how was that, kid? you enjoy it?”

he hummed

“yes, i did. though i don’t really see myself doing it too often.”

“yeah, right. give me a call when you want to do it again.”

“yes, of course, my dear. now, how about we watch the show?”

rolling your eyes, you turned your head to the television and watched

kid wasn’t paying attention to the show, rather to you

but no matter

it relaxed him, and he frankly couldn’t ask for anymore from a night with you

(when he went home that night, liz and patty noticed his nails and gave him hell for it though)

(he decided then that he could only put up with you doing this for him rather than liz or patty)

Death the Kid

straight outta the gate, he knew about your work at your mother’s daycare

he had to deal with a particularly dangerous kishin that attacked the workplace a while back, and he saw you as he took care of the tainted soul despite you already prepared to use your arm to fight against the monster

but what he didn’t know was that you worked so well with the children.

your intelligence is what drew him to you, and though he had his suspicions about your great understanding of children

this was unexpected.

he seriously thought that you would be more likely to take up the receptionist position.

you were very sociable, so that was where he thought you’d decide to volunteer as it would utilize your sociability and intelligence.

but this was odd.

he was patrolling around Death City, not failing to notice what he needed to

but this?

yeah, no - this was new.

he saw you and your mother, standing outside beside the playground with the kindergarteners

pushing them on the swings and lifting them onto higher structures if needed

frankly, the sight was adorable.

he noticed the way your eyes lit up when you were around the children, almost a motherly appeal in them

and when he saw the whole picture, he was even more starstruck by you.

you are so good with children,. 

like seriously.

most of the time, they look at him and look away or decide to make a fuss about his - shiver - hair. 

so this was something only he could dream about. 

it’s only when he brings this up to you that you realize he had seen you that day. 

“so, dear, you volunteer at the kindergarten downtown?”

holdup- 

“uh...yeah. why are you asking?”

“well, i was asking on behalf of an event that you could participate in.”

turns out he wanted to invite the kids to see the DWMA, and wanted to know if you’d be willing to go with him and guide the group despite it being a weekday. 

if your mom was down, so were you

luckily, your mom was ecstatic

and lord death was 100% down for it

so this was happening

eventually the day came, and all of the students were so happy to hear that they would be seeing the big school that they always saw from different points in town. 

when they saw you, though, they all ran to hug you tightly.

the sight made kid a little jealous lol

either way, they also spotted the boy beside you, and a few of them questioned who he was.

so, before he could go on a formal route, you stopped and introduced him yourself

“his name is death the kid, and he’s lord death’s son.”

“is he your boyfriend?” 

cue the matching tomato faces

your mom knew, she loved him

and normally she would stop this immediately, 

but the scene right in front of her eyes was entertaining and not harmful so- 

the tour of the school started, and as you and kid introduced the rooms and class system to the kids,

he had an almost vice-grip on your hand the whole time. 

sometimes, his grip could be painful, but this was one of those secure ones where you didn’t feel like you were going to slip at any second.

it made you feel happier, maybe a little more confident to present what you were presenting

until it hit lunchtime, where the children gathered around you and listened intently as you told stories of goings-on at the DWMA

kid and your mom listened to the occurrence from behind

“so you and my daughter?”

“miss/ms./mrs., if i may-” 

overall, though, the whole scene left the dual color-haired teen feeling even more happiness at the sight of you.

intelligent, gorgeous, talented, and kind and sweet? 

what more could a man want than someone as perfect as you?

following the tour, you and kid sat down and talked.

after some time, you and him came to the conclusion to take him with you sometimes.

because some of the kids really were starting to like him. 

eventually, it became a common occurrence for him to join you when volunteering on the weekends.

at one point, they targeted kid and called him big brother when you brought him to the kindergarten.

so yeah, you and kids? the sight is the perfect way to get him to turn firetruck red, so use it. 

and him and kids? vice versa, he can and will use it. 

Ciel Phantomhive

listen, he knows you’re the closest thing to an actually good angel

but this was a whole new level of angel

he never really completely understood why you decided to do what you do, but he knows you’re pure-hearted

so could someone please explain to short blueberry wealth over here why he was surprised to see that you volunteered at a kindergarten?

let’s just say that when your mom was called upon to answer questions about the last time she had seen a notorious burglary suspect

and he saw you interacting with the children inside on his way out.

he blushed.

he couldn’t help it! the scene was too cute, and it made him feel something domestic!

(yeah, sebastian had a field day with the scene of ciel trying to cover his completely red face with his outerwear.)

anyway, the event made him see you in an even brighter light.

your kindness knows no bounds, does it? 

either way, he had to uphold an image.

as much as he wanted to gush about how sweet it made him feel and how much more beautiful it made you, he couldn’t

whether that was because he just couldn’t be overly sweet by nature or if it was his mature aura he had to exude to do business, he didn’t know

but yeah

he loved the image, and he went to any lengths to see it happen.

in fact, he took some extreme lengths for the children the kindergarten.

after doing some basic research on the kindergarten, it didn’t charge much for people to send their children there. 

at all. 

so he became aware that it was a kindergarten for poor families. 

(and he became flustered again. sebastian saw, teased him for it, then got commanded to clean up whatever mess the other servants of the manor had made.)

with this knowledge, he had specifically asked for Funtom toys to be sent to the kindergarten and gifted to the children. 

he originally planned to keep his name out of the endeavor, but that plan went bust when he remembered the image.

again, the domesticity that he felt from the image just- 

yeah, he was blushing again

and this was his reason behind showing up at the kindergarten and formally giving the children the toys.

you hadn’t known that he was going to do this, so your shocked face was very obvious.

the kids were shocked, but very grateful.

one of them even called him brother, and though it was odd, he found the statement oddly endearing and awkwardly patted the small boy’s head.

that’s when you blushed. 

after all of the children had their gifts and were sent off for nap time, your mother thanked him face-to-face. 

you were stood beside her in the doorway, trying to simultaneously keep an eye on the children and keep an eye on your short significant other

the blush never left your cheeks, and as you saw his hesitance to show any real “emotion” (if you get what i mean) you chuckled.

ciel still found the image so loving, and he still couldn’t help but get flustered but,

after all of this and the many times after that he provided support for either the kindergarten itself or the kids, you started to tease him.

(on the sidelines, sebastian was teasing the two of you which always resulted in him being instructed to do some offhand task elsewhere as a ploy to get him to leave the room)

since dtk (essentially) canonically has ocd (though it is usually played off for comedic effect and is very over the top) i think he’d be able to grasp that his female s/o’s adhd is nothing to laugh at

which also means, if the two were dating, they’d both carry meds for the other

the alternative to that would be his s/o packing them when he and the twins weren’t looking, and dtk packing them when his s/o and their partner weren’t looking 

(it can go either way, weapon or meister.) 

that is only if the missions they take are away from Death City, though.

otherwise, the two would be each other’s fall back if they were to forget their meds or have a break in thinking 

so, when kid is going into an anxiety attack because something at his home isn’t symmetrical, his s/o would be beside him and rubbing his shoulder until they can pull him away to talk.

i imagine he wouldn’t date anyone unless he could trust them, so if he were to let you pull him away to calm down, that right there-

that’s a true sign of trust on his part. 

if he didn’t take his meds that day, too?

she’s on it, right in her bag! 

she’d be very much on top of his health and wellbeing

vice versa, though

he’d be immediately on guard and almost overly protective of her if she were to deal with any issues

no meds? everyone, stay away. let me get her medicine, and leave us be for a few minutes. 

panic attack? it’s okay, darling, you can cry on my shoulder. talk when and if you feel comfortable.

an injury? everyone, back away and have someone call an ambulance/the nurse. (depending on the situation of course.) 

and, since the likelihood that you two met in school while at the DWMA is very high, both of these scenarios can happen to the both of you.

on the other hand, these things are normal occurrences for the both of you alone.

since you two understand each other’s problems on a certain level, there would be a deep sense of relation on both your parts

with that being there, i can’t imagine that either of you would leave the other’s side in their times of need.

though, sometimes, these things can become overbearing in the relationship

that doesn’t mean that the feeling lasts forever.

you both are there whenever you two need each other

so, if you get extremely hyper on any occasion, dtk is there and prepared to calm you down.

if he gets very controlling and commandeering in terms of symmetry, you are there to stop his tyrant attitude and bring him down a few pegs

you forgot to refill your meds? well, he’s there to help you from your panic until you get the refill

he can’t find his meds? you always have some spares for him with you when he needs to take them.

just, overall?

the common ground the two of you have is a very stressful thing to deal with, but you two are just what you need to bring you both down from your struggles with the problems.

and this also leads to some very romantic gestures on both parts, though mostly from dtk

if you suffer from more scary episodes, he will not hesitate to treat you to a big and fancy dinner, nor will he hesitate to provide a big bouquet of red roses for you

just, generally a big fluffy and secure relationship.

everything was failing you this past week

seriously, everything.

your grades were slipping

you were having a falling-out with your partner and your soul wavelengths were off

your parents were forcing you to take on extra classes so you could become an amazing student at the academy

and your insecurities were coming back to bite you hard.

so, everything was failing you

the last time this happened and you tried to talk to someone, though, people just brushed you off

Lord Death didn’t, but we all know that he’s busy and the most he could have given you was a short pep talk that he used to reassure that you are an amazing student

it didn’t help, though

(you gave him props for trying, though. a good principal cares)

with those past experiences, you have just begun to shut yourself away from everyone around

whenever someone would try and offer that you go out with them to the park, or that you go to a party that DTK is throwing, you would cover and say that you had work that you needed to do

everyone noticed the change

you were never particularly crazy, but your happiness was very obviously depleted as of late

it worried to whole of the group, but maka especially

she was the first friend you made when you arrived at the academy

she welcomed you with open arms and showed you around the school

even when blackstar challenged you to a fight, she gave you pointers on how to get to him to trap him and get the upper hand

(with help of soul, of course, but she gave some really good tips)

that said, she had been the one asking if you would join them

maka, even though she wasn’t fond of basketball and would rather have her head in a book under the shade, was persisting that she would play with you if you came

and after you had bailed for the umpteenth time in three weeks, she knew she had to jump in to action

she and soul went to your apartment and, under circumstance that she let him know if she needed anything, soul left for the park and maka stayed with you

“hey, y/n, it’s maka. can i come in?”

you didn’t move from your spot, though you were tempted to say something back 

(if she’d hear it, you wouldn’t care, but you just...didn’t) 

“y/n? please, i want to help you.”

still sitting. still quiet.

she had to plot something, and if this had to be the way, she’d do it.

“i’ve got your favorite movie and some candy here. we don’t have to talk, i just want to know if you’re okay.”

that is what got you

you could never say no to your favorite movie with your best friend.

so you sluggishly got up.

once you opened the door she made eye contact with your dull, blood-shot, and sunken eyes and she almost burst into tears

but she had self-control.

so she waited until you stepped out of the way to enter and set the items down on the nearest clear surface (the coffee table in the living room)

you only had to see her open arms when you looked over at her and you nearly burst into tears

but you held them back long enough to accept her invitation to hug her.

you started crying when you made contact with her

“tell me what’s going on when you’re ready, okay? i’ve got all day.”

so you did.

when your tears subsided for a short amount of time, you spoke.

“everything is going wrong.”

“my grades are slipping, my partner and i can’t work through this argument that we’re in so we can’t fight together, and my parents are throwing more and more crap onto my shoulders. i can’t even look at myself in the same way anymore.”

she just held you quietly, rocking back and forth as you gripped her tee

she let you cry what else you had in you before leaning away and wiping your tears away with a tissue 

(she found a box under the coffee table)

you let her wipe them away, a gentle look on her face

“hey, listen to me.”

you nodded, loosening your grip on her and setting your hands in your lap softly.

“you are one of the most intelligent and capable people i know. just because your grades are low now doesn’t mean that they will be within the next month.”

another tear, and another tissue.

“if you need it, i can help you, you know.”

“your parents, on the other hand, just want the best for you and they want you to succeed. but they don’t realize that this isn’t the way to do it. i’m sure if you tell them what you’re feeling, they’ll loosen up a little bit.”

you were lucky there, then. this was the only thing that they enforced and encouraged that rubbed you wrong.

“as for your partner, you need to talk to them. i can’t promise that anything will work immediately, but you and them work great together when you are together. you two understand each other well, and this is only a bump in the road.”

you took it in. 

“and finally, you are easily the most trustworthy, loving friend that anyone could ask for. you are gorgeous, you are intelligent, you are strong, and you are amazing with all of your so-called flaws.”

after settling, you were only sniffling, but you still found your voice

“thank you, maka.”

“don’t mention it! you always set aside time for me when i need it, so why wouldn’t i do the same for you? besides, you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me if you need to.”

you smiled, though meek, and settled further into the couch.

“now, how about that movie?”

you laughed, remembering the items she brought with her

“you brought popcorn, too?”

“yup, now, how about i go pop this popcorn and get some drinks and we can watch that movie, hmm?”

Death City was sparkling under the sun, the heat pounding on the walkways and buildings. People were walking around from ice cream stand to cafe, and the weather was making itself obvious on their faces. 

The rushing crowd was big, but nonetheless, Liz and (y/n) had managed to sneak away for the time being. You had dragged Liz on a date, and it was a time spent trying to get Kid to let Liz go for the day - “He needs his weapons, and he had to have symmetry!”

Safe to assume, Liz was able to be free of the teenage reaper for the day (as long as she was prepared to come by if a kishin were to show up), and she was as happy as could be. In typical fashion, she was complaining, but (y/n) and her wouldn’t have it any other way.

The couple were holding hands, a safer way to go through the town without dealing with heatstroke, when an idea hit the male. “Weird idea, how about a road trip? Maybe later this week, possibly even today?” 

The dirty blonde blanched before responding, “Kid would flip, babe.It would take a lot of convincing.” (Y/n) groaned at the realization - his girlfriend’s right, Kid wouldn’t allow it. That is, unless...

“What if we invite them to come with? Or, at least give them the warning?” he inquired. Liz had stopped for a second, trying to deliberate the idea quickly. (Y/n) found the image of her pouting just the slightest super cute, though he knew he had to hold off from doing that if it meant the thought would come somewhat to fruition. 

She smiled after a few seconds, “Tell me about the plan over coffee, and we may have a deal.” 

(Y/n) snickered at the compromise, rolling his eyes with a grin, but gently tugged her to the nearest Deathbucks. “First things first....”

...

Overall, the idea deliberation went fairly well, but the fact of the matter was: the rest of the group would be a hazard to a peaceful experience. 

The couple had come to this conclusion by the time their date had come to an end, and this led to a compromise in which (Y/n) and Liz would do the trip themselves, and if needed, could allow the team reason to find them in the case of a kishin attack. 

It seemed to flow pretty well, and the idea was considered and confirmed. After all, a meister needs their weapon, and with Kid you had to be careful. Luckily, the plan went by well with him (Patty was flipping out throughout the whole pitch) and Liz had already started to get her stuff together. Once you got the confirmation, you did the same. 

It took a few days to pass, but everything was prepared and you two left at an ungodly hour (4:30 AM to be specific). Liz was extremely tired, so she didn’t last too long with the softer music playing from the speakers of the taller male’s vehicle. Though he was also tired, (Y/n) had to stay alert if the drive was to be safe.

The specialized playlist had continued to play throughout the time on the road, as well as when (Y/n) had peeked over at his girlfriend in the passenger’s seat. Her hair was strewn about the headrest despite being tied into a ponytail, her jacket had slipped off her shoulder, and her eyelashes were casting shadows on the top of her cheeks.

“An opportunity, perhaps...?” the male had inquired under his breath. His own thought overwhelmed him and he pulled off at a nearby rest stop.

(Y/n) had to get the picture, and what Liz didn’t know was that her boyfriend had brought a polaroid camera with his stuff. And it was sitting in the bigger pocket of his travel bag in the backseat of the vehicle.

Given the scenario and the photo op, he quietly leaned back and grabbed the camera. After checking to make sure she was still asleep, he snapped a picture and waited for the photo to come out. 

Once it was in his hands, he put the picture in his wallet and slid the camera back into his bag. ‘I’ll tell Liz later, she’ll have a field day if I tell her now.’

He had checked the time once more, and with it now hitting 7:30, hunger pains were bound to strike them soon enough. With no food, the couple (on both fronts) would definitely be angry. 

“:Liz? Hey, Liz, baby?” He had started to shake the sleeping female, which only elicited a groan. “Liz, come on.” Still shaking her, still shaking her, still shaking her.... “Baby, come on. We need to eat.” 

The mention of the food was what caught her attention, and she opened one eye while muttering about food under her breath. “Food?...Mmm, I’m getting up....”

The male deadpanned and watched as she lethargically pulled herself up, making eye contact and smirking just the slightest as she flung the vehicle door open energetically. 

“What the- you weren’t asleep were you?” Liz giggled as she was able to recount the photography moment. The male’s jaw was on the floor, but he trailed after his girlfriend and partook in mutual teasing throughout breakfast. 

...

Eventually the two had to switch out. There was a plan, after all (courtesy of (Y/n)), and they had to keep it going strong if they wanted to make it to their predetermined destination before 2 PM. 

Now, seeing as it was pushing time for the two to leave from breakfast, they had to hurry. Guess whose job it was to drive this time? 

That’s right, Liz’s. And boy, oh boy, was she hesitant. 

That being the case, though....

(Y/n) had taken the liberty of paying, so that left Liz to start the car up. That also left her some time to snag the polaroid and snap a picture or two. So, snag she did.

‘He’ll never know~.’

Either way things worked out, as he left she snapped a picture of him in the sunlight. The wind had been flowing, he was shielding his eyes from the light, and he was fair distance away so the chances that he would suspect she had taken a picture was very low. 

Thought the walk wasn’t that short, she had rummaged around in her bag and hid the camera behind it as the photo processed and came out. When it was out, she had hid it in a compartment in her stuff and grabbed her sunglasses before moving the camera into the blanket in between their stuff. 

Liz, looking posh with her dark sunglasses and pristine white tank top and denim shorts, had noticed the taller male looking at her through the windows of the vehicle.

Fake ogling, ‘aah’ing, and a  raised eyebrow were a result of that. He had encouraged her to strut even more than she already was and was dead set on making his jaw drop on the floor before the end of the night. 

She was already working there, and (Y/n) had burst out laughing when she had opened the door and her smirk lifted into a goofy Grinch face. She eventually broke out into belly laughs after he sent one back at her. 

Yes, little words were exchanged, but the whole scene was refreshing for them (considering they deal with kishins fairly often). 

...

The sun had only gotten brighter as the time had passed by. When they had gotten stopped at a light from time to time, too - well, prime time to listen to her hilarious rants of anger regarding life in general. 

Granted, (Y/n) did the same, but his angry rants never matched up to her’s if they were to pop up out of the blue. 

They had spent a good hour belting along to songs blasting through the speakers as well, and given the chance that (Y/n) had reached behind to the backseat to grab a water bottle, he had also grabbed the camera. 

Though it was becoming a game of back-and-forth with a camera, he wasn’t bothering to hide the fact that he was down to take a picture (or five) of his glowing girlfriend. 

In fact, when she was singing along to some obnoxious road-trip rock, they had been going along a forest road after leaving the city. The trees letting in small glimpses of sun through their branches framed her face perfectly, and the little wisps of hair that had popped out of her ponytail were visible. 

The perfect, aesthetic, and beauty capturing photo of Liz Thompson. A woman he is proud to call his girlfriend. 

As he lifted the camera to the light and took the picture, his nimble fingers froze when Liz peeked over at him and rolled her eyes. (Y/n) let out a short giggle when she looked away and continued belting the notes out of tune. 

A quick snap sound didn’t phase her as she just chuckled and continued on her action as he waved the photo to see it better after it was ejected. 

“You are loving that camera aren’t you, babe?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m loving the camera? Are you sure you aren’t, princess - cause it definitely loves you.”

“Oh, shut it. I could say the same for you, you loser.”

The laughter that filled the room following the banter was contagious, though that moment allowed it to be reserved for the two of them alone. 

...

Yet again, as lunch began to loom over the two, the sun had continued to beat down upon the couple. They were able to determine that they wouldn’t last much longer without any filling food, as well. 

Yeah, they needed to find a restaurant or rest stop soon, or else their angry rants and singing would become more obnoxious and annoying. The conversations they were having were also beginning to cut themselves a little short. 

That, though, was not going to be allowed throughout the course of the trip. (Y/n) had pointed out where things were as they were nearing a small town en route to their destination. The quickest place to go just so they could maintain time happened to be a small hometown diner. 

It was bustling with life, seeing as it was lunchtime, and people were smiling excitedly over coffee and homemade hamburgers as the couple observed the scene through the window. Liz was pulling into the decently sized parking lot, and as she did so, the male beside her had reached behind him to grab his wallet from his bag. 

The sound of her moving the gear shift to ‘P’ alerted the male as the car stopped. He held his leather wallet in his hand as Liz pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them to him - they hit him in the shoulder when he tried to dodge. 

“Oh my Death, what the-”

“You of all people should’ve seen it coming, babe.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I was going to pay for both of our meals, but if you don’t want food, I guess...”

“Fine!”

(Y/n) chuckled at his girlfriend’s antics before opening the car door and leaving the vehicle. Liz pouted and rolled her eyes before doing the same.

While they were walking to the front door, Liz snatched the camera from her boyfriend’s hands and snapped a quick picture of his shocked face before waiting for the photo to come out. He laughed and snagged it right back. 

“Had to get your fill of payback, didn’t ya, princess?”

“Okay, you seriously need to stop calling me that.”

“No can do, princess.”

...

The both of them had been seated by a sweet middle-aged woman who then took their order. She had a huge smile on her face, and (Y/n) was beginning to find it addicting. 

As the woman went back to get their drinks of choice, Liz had sent a look towards her boyfriend after noticing the look that settled on his face. He had a simper that stretched to his eyes as he held the camera up and grabbed her hand that had been resting on the table in front of them.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he raised a question. “So, who’s taking the picture?” As he finished his inquiry, Liz rolled her eyes.

“You really are a romantic, aren’t you?”

“So I guess it’s me, then.”

She let out a snort and gestured to their intertwined hands on the table. “Go ahead, you idiot.”

A calm smile made its way onto the male’s face as he snapped a picture of their hands from above, the light hitting their flesh through shadows that were cast from the condiment bottle set up beside other consumer-used additions. 

They (read: (Y/n)) had continued to snap photos of extra cheesy moments shared between them over lunch.

One photo consisted of Liz, a burger in her one hand and her other reaching to cover the lens. Another consisted of (Y/n) stuffing his face with his food, which Liz found hilarious and couldn’t resist the urge to take a photo of. The final photo in the ever-growing stack of their lunch endeavor was one in which there was a kiss - a short peck on (Y/n)’s cheek on the way out of the establishment. 

As they left the diner, Liz tossed the keys to the towering male and slid into the passenger’s seat as soon as the doors were unlocked. (Y/n) slid the camera to Liz as he entered the vehicle, and she took another picture of him from the seat beside him. 

He just shook his head with a loving smile on his face, watching as she waited in clam delight for the picture to come out so she could see it. He then directed his attention from his girlfriend in the passenger’s side and to the vehicle, turning it on and leaving the lot in favor of the road. 

There wasn’t much more time until they reached their destination.

...

Given the scenario ((Y/n) behind the wheel, Liz holding the camera in the passenger’s seat), it wasn’t shocking when they both went on about their day as they had been - off-key singing and taking charge of the other’s road rage. 

While the upbeat music had continued to play throughout the surrounding speakers, Liz had the polaroid up against the sun. She had snapped a few pictures of the passing skylines through the trees, of the clouds in the sky at just the right angle. And the best ones? Well...

In her mild frenzy of photography, she had snuck multiple photos of the male beside her while he was driving. Some were funny (sometimes catching him pretending to belt out a high note, sometimes catching him holding up a finger to the driver in front or behind them with a disgusted grimace on his face), others were just beautiful. 

His silhouette was outlined by the afternoon sun, his sunglasses glinting in the light, and everything reflected just perfectly. ‘Yeah, I regret nothing.’

“Hey, princess, you done admiring those photos of me you took?”

Liz rolled her eyes at (Y/n) as he smirked at her expression. “You mean your mug? Yeah, right...”

“...mhm, be honest.”

“Fine - yeah, I was. Happy you cocky loser?” Liz uttered sarcastically, a smile sweeping across her features. (Y/n) had a similar joking smirk cross his face as she finished her statement. 

Soon, they reached a stoplight. It was here that Liz snapped another picture of the male and waited for it to eject from the camera as (Y/n) had checked the street signs. 

“Hey, Liz. We’re almost to the peak.” Her ears seemed to perk up at the statement. 

“Really? We’re almost there?” she questioned excitedly, her boyfriend observing her reaction from his peripheral vision. A smirk began to rest itself on his face, and he chuckled just the slightest. 

“Give it a few minutes, okay? If you’re thirsty, we can stop somewhere and get something to drink before we get there so we don’t die of dehydration.” 

Liz rolled her eyes at him, snapping a picture of his overdramatic expression - a hand, positioned on his forehead, in a woeful pose. He let out a chesty laugh after the image was taken and continued on the road to the peak. 

...

Time had seemed to slow down as Liz’s adrenaline started to kick in. She had suggested that they go to the peak, but she wasn’t sure that (Y/n) would agree with the idea. He’d never been the most romantic type, nor had she, but she wanted to try to be. 

It seemed that he wanted to as well, because he had told her what he had originally planned. Liz was ecstatic when she became aware of his romantic sunset-date that he had thought of. 

While the time was starting to get to her, especially after (Y/n) had run in a gas station and picked up something for the two to drink other than warm water. Things did come to a head when they made it to the destination, though.

This image in front of them made the two of them become quiet.

The both of them had only ever imagined what the view would look like, though (Y/n)’s was much more gorgeous than the setting sun in front of them. Liz, lit up by the purple and orange glow of the sun with the shadows of trees behind her acting as a frame, made his cheeks flush and his eyes flash with hearts.

Liz had left the polaroid in the vehicle in her rush, and the male had noticed it. The amount of joy he had when he realized that, had he not grabbed it, this moment couldn’t and wouldn’t be captured was through the roof.

He had to get a picture. Now. So he did.

The sound of the camera shutter drew Liz’s attention away from the rocky, glowing landscape. “What was that for, you loser? You distracted me.”

With a laugh to start, (Y/n) uttered a statement that made her cheeks flush tomato red. “I couldn’t help it, you were glowing. That, and the angle was perfect - you literally made the landscape so much more beautiful.”

Her boyfriend’s words shocked her, but she knew that this wouldn’t last long and her blushing face would be the target of teasing if she didn’t do something. So, she leaned up and kissed him quickly.

He froze at the action, and kept a tight grip on the camera as he stood still. ‘Okay, not happening.’

With almost superhuman speed, he had turned Liz’s body to face him and pressed his lips to hers gently. She had responded quickly, and in the moment, he had taken a picture of their lips intertwined.

The setting sun had made the whole scene take on a purple hue and, as it continued to set, everything throughout the day fell into place. All of the words settled into the chilly night air, their hands seemed to fit together even better than before, and the way that their heartbeats seemed to beat in time got even more synchronized.

The kiss got very passionate, and once the picture was taken, the hand holding it was dropped to the male’s side while his other went up to cup Liz’s cheek. She had a grip on his wrist and her other hand was resting on the back of (Y/n)’s head, and she had begun to push it into the base of his head as the kiss continued.

Before time had picked up, they had pulled away from the other and stared into the other’s eyes. Smiles slid onto their faces, but that was swapped for a look of surprise as Liz snagged the camera and took a picture of (Y/n)’s blushing face.

The fun continued to play out for another minute or so before they reached into the vehicle and set up a small rest spot. Liz had the blanket and pillows they had brought while (Y/n) had the drinks and leftover snacks. 

Five minutes passed as they set up, and the rest of the night passed by with stargazing, constellation games, and more teasing and kisses. 

By the time they had finished their items, their phones indicated the time, and they both packed up and got ready to head home or find a motel to crash at for the night. 

...

Morning had already struck, and Liz was behind the wheel while (Y/n) slept in the passenger’s side seat. His hair hit the headrest in a certain way, the coffee that was sitting in the cupholders halfway empty an indicator of a caffeine crash he had a couple hours back.

‘6:45. Great, it shouldn’t be too much longer until we get back home.’