#I bet I could skip school for a week and my parents would just

[reigningqueenofwords]

Because I Know You

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,990 Warnings: Angst, unplanned teen pregnancy, Dean's a dick Request: @viviwatchestv dean and #9 “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.” would just be perfect!

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Part 1 of It's Not Mine

Pulling out your keys, you made your way up the walkway to your house. “Y/N!” You stopped when you heard your name. “Got a sec?” Dean asked as he jogged up to you. 

“Sure, what’s up?” You smiled up at him. You’d grown up next to Dean your entire life, and along the way you’d fallen for him. However, you doubted that the 18 year old in front of you saw you that way. You were 16, in band (you wanted something on your transcripts for college and didn’t want to make that something a sport), and he’d seen you through the most awkward teen phases. Safe to say, you felt keeping him as a friend was the best bet. 

He smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. “You know how me and Lisa split a couple weeks ago?” He asked. Of course you knew! How could you not. It was not only around school, but he’d texted you at 2am, drunk, asking you to come sit out back with him. “Well, I bought prom tickets. Prom is in a week. I don’t want to just ask someone random. So, I thought of you. Wanna be my date to prom?” 

Your eyes went wide. “You want me…to go to prom with you?” You asked, clearly surprised. 

“Of course.” He said it like it was the most simple idea in the world. “You were there for me, and I think you’d have fun.” He shrugged. “I’d rather bring a friend than just pick someone at school.” 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You smiled, the butterflies going nuts in your stomach. “I’ll see what I can do about a dress.” Talk about cutting it close! Maybe one of your senior band mates had one from junior prom that you could borrow. “Is it just you and Sam tonight?” You noted that John’s truck was missing from the driveway.

He nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, working late again.”

You chewed on your lip for a moment. “It’s just me for dinner tonight. My parents are on a date. Want to come over in like half an hour? I can make dinner for the three of us?” You offered. Thankfully, your parents trusted the Winchester boys. Sam a little more than Dean, but you assumed that’s because they could tell you had a major crush on the eldest. 

“Sure! See you then. I’ll bring the soda.” He chuckled. 

Your mother had made sure that you got a dress that you loved, wanting your first prom to be a wonderful memory. It had taken three shops to find one, but the second you saw the Y/F/C floor length dress, you instantly crossed your fingers that they had your size. And, they had. 

Walking down the stairs to the living room where Dean, your parents, and John were, you had a tint to your cheeks. You still couldn’t believe that you were going to prom with Dean . Even as ‘friends’. “You look beautiful.” Dean complimented you. 

“Thank you. You look very handsome.” You told him. 

“Don’t you two make the cutest couple.” Your mother gushed. 

Groaning, you shook your head. “Mom, we’re friends.” You reminded her. 

John smiled at you. “You do look beautiful, sweetheart.” He told you. Part of him was reminded of those days where he’d taken Mary out dancing, and she got all dolled up. “Dean, be respectful.” He warned his son, his tone entirely different than it ever was with you. 

“He always is.” You assured him softly. There was always a tension in the room when the Winchester men were together. It was something you were used to. You had fond memories of John with the boys, you also had memories that you wished you could erase.

“Alright, pictures!” Your dad broke the awkwardness, grabbing his camera. 

That had been two months ago. Dean was…off after that night. You couldn’t understand what you had done. You’d tried to stop and talk to him if you saw him leaving his house, but nothing. Even in school it was like he didn’t know who you were. It hurt a lot. 

Finally, you’d had enough. You really needed to speak with him. You knew he was home because you saw the Impala, and that John wasn’t. Sam wouldn’t butt into anything, so you felt now was the best time to go about things. 

Walking up to the door, you knocked. You weren’t leaving until you talked to Dean. You didn’t care if you had to tackle the man. Not getting an answer, you knocked even harder. “Dean! I know you’re home!” You called out, clearly annoyed.

Sam was the one to answer a moment later. “Y/N? You okay?” He asked. 

“No, I need to talk to your brother.” You sighed. “I know he’s home, can you either tell him to come talk to me, or tell me where he is?” 

He looked over his shoulder. “Um…”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tell me now, or I’ll tell Gracie you have a crush on  her.” You threatened. He did, but Sam wasn’t the type to actually tell her. 

“He’s in his room.” He said quickly, letting you by. 

“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile before making your way up the stairs. Without knocking, you walked in his room. 

“What the hell?” He snapped, getting up from where he was lounging, playing a video game. 

You blocked the door, glaring at him. “I need to talk to you.” You snapped. “First, why they hell have you avoided me like the plague?” You asked, trying to hold onto that anger and not let him see how hurt you really were. “You went from being my friend to pretending I don’t exist.” 

“What, did you think that because we slept together that we’d be together or something?” He shot back. 

“No! But I didn’t think sleeping together meant I’d lose a friendship that means a lot to me, either.” You countered. “Did something break in that brain of yours? Telling you that suddenly you can’t even say ‘hi’ to me?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I slept with my last boyfriend and even he doesn’t act like I’m not there if we pass each other in the hallway!” 

Dean rolled his eyes. He knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t help it. He did care, far too much. So, he was pushing you away. You’d move on, graduate in a couple years, and leave town. You had a future outside of Lawrence. He didn’t. “I regret ever asking you to prom.” He lied. He’d had a great time, and had a copy of the pictures in his nightstand drawer. Your dad had dropped them off a week after prom. 

That pulled the mask of anger off your face, and he could tell how much that hurt you. “It’s not like you can go back in time and change that, Dean.” You told him, scrambling to get that anger back. The last thing you wanted was to start crying in front of him, when he clearly didn’t care about you like you thought that he did. You thought he at least cared about you as a friend. How wrong were you? “I’m pregnant, Dean.” You told him, ripping off the bandaid. 

“It’s not mine.” It was a knee jerk reaction. 

“It’s yours!” 

“We used a condom, Y/N.” He ground out. 

“I know. I was there.” You said sarcastically. “You’re the only person I’ve slept with since like November of last year.” Did he think you were just out here sleeping with anyone? 

Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, from what I hear you’re pretty close to some of the guys in band.” He knew that was low. That was a rumor that was started by a girl who hated you for some dumb reason. 

John came in, hearing yelling from upstairs. He moved to the living room where Sam was on his laptop with headphones on. Clearly he didn’t want to listen to Dean and you fighting. He couldn’t figure out why the two of you were fighting, though. He turned to see you coming down the stairs. You hadn’t seen him as you turned to glare at Dean. “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.” Which was true. You’d heard some of the fights Dean and the eldest Winchester had. Dean was parroting those words at you. 

“What the hell is going on?” John asked, making you jump. You knew that tone. John had been drinking. 

“Nothing.” Dean snapped, his eyes never leaving you. “She was just leaving.” He needed you to leave. He needed you to go before he broke. Dean saw the pain in your eyes, and he was the reason. Years down the line you’d think back to the asshole who said some very mean things to you. He just hoped that didn’t stop you from finding someone who cared for you. He didn’t know if you were really pregnant, and if you were…if it was really his. Like he’d said, he’d used a condom. 

“Fuck you.” You spat at Dean, rushing out. 

John watched you go, then turned to Dean. “What did you do?!” 

Dean shot him a look. “Who says I did a damn thing?” Great, now he’d spend the next couple hours arguing with a drunk John.  

“Because I know you!” He threw his hands up. “You do realize you will have to make up, right. You two are friends and she lives right next door.” 

“Not for long.” He turned and made his way back to his room. 

You found out that Dean moved out days later. Sam saw you taking a walk and joined you. “What did you and Dean fight about? He moved out. Went to stay with our Uncle Bobby and work for him.” He told you. 

Swallowing, your eyes watered. “I’m pregnant. It’s Dean’s.” You sighed. “He’d been ignoring me after prom. I went to ask why and tell him about the baby. He doesn’t believe it’s his.” And now he’d left town. That spoke volumes. 

“Jesus. I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. 

“And the day I was going to tell my parents they told me they’re getting a divorce.” You couldn’t believe this was going to be your life. Pregnant at 16, and your parents splitting up. “My mom is buying a house the next town over. I’ll be going with her.” While you adored your father, you really needed your mom right now. 

Sam gave you a sad smile. “Well, I’m still here. If you ever need to talk, or want to hang out.” He hoped the pair of you would remain friends. And he wanted to be there for you and the baby. Even if his brother wouldn’t. 

You turned and hugged him. “Thank you. That means a lot.” 

He easily hugged you back. “You’re welcome. Does my dad know?” He wondered. 

“No, not yet.” You pulled back, letting out a breath. “My dad is gonna have him over for beers and talk to him. Maybe grill up some streaks. My mom is taking me out tonight for dinner, wanna come?” 

“Sure.” He smiled as the pair of you started walking again, letting the silence take over. 

A month later, you and your mother packed up and moved. She’d found a cute three bedroom house, wanting the baby to have its own room. You’d cried. A lot. A tiny part of you still hoped that Dean would come around, and just be a father. John was pissed as hell at Dean, and just disappointed in you. However, he was at least wanting to be involved. 

Your mother opted to homeschool you for your last two years in high school. It just made the most sense, since you were due in February. Sure, you could have made it most of your junior year, but you would have been miserable. You and Sam met up now and then to study together, and Dean was never mentioned. You never asked, and he never brought him up. It was something that was appreciated. 

On February 14th, you gave birth to your little boy. John, Sam, and your father were in the waiting room, eager to meet him. You named him Daniel Noah Winchester, and you were in love instantly. Your mother was emotional watching her 17 year old welcoming her own baby, but knew that you’d be okay. 

After you graduated, you decided online college was the best bet for you. Daniel was the most important part of your life, and you had a part time job. You didn’t want to spend even more time away from the toddler. 

That part time job was where you met Mitchell. He knew about Daniel, and understood that you didn’t want to introduce them right away. He was 21 to your 20, easy going, and made you laugh. You didn’t even know he was everything you wanted in a guy, because you hadn’t been looking for one. 

Dean thought about you from time to time. It was hard not to. Especially after John called and chewed him out for walking away from you and the baby. Dean still felt it wasn’t his, but refused to go back to find out. He didn’t go home for any holidays, either. The last thing he wanted was to risk running into you. 

That changed six years after he’d left. Sam begged him to come home for Christmas because he was bringing his fiance, Jess, home. He wanted the two of them to meet. So, he caved. Pulling into the driveway of his childhood home, he slipped out of the car. Hearing laughter, he turned and sucked in a breath. There you were, holding the hand of a little boy, and on the other side of the little boy was some guy he didn’t recognize. 

Feeling eyes on you, you looked from your son to see Dean. It was the first time you’d seen him since that day you told him about Daniel. You wanted to be civil, so you gave him a half wave. “Mommy?” 

“Yes, baby?” You asked, thinking maybe he wanted to go in. 

“Can we see if Uncle Sam and Grandpa can come play in the snow with me?” He asked, hopeful. 

You gave him a small smile and nodded. “Sure thing.” 

Mitchell smiled. “You guys do that. I’m going to join your dad in the heat.” He chuckled. “Have fun.” He told Daniel. He kissed your cheek before making his way up the walkway. 

Dean watched, frozen in place. He then saw you walking towards him. The closer you got, the more he could tell you weren’t lying. That little boy was a tiny clone of him at that age. Were you coming to talk to him?! 

However, you said nothing as you got close, simply going to the door. John answered, and Dean watched the little boy launch himself at the older man. “Hi, Grandpa!” 

“Someone wants to know if his Grandpa and Uncle Sam can play in the snow with him.” You smiled as John held Daniel. 

John grinned. “Sure thing, kiddo.” He agreed easily. “Go get Uncle Sam. He’s in the living room.” He put Daniel down, laughing as his feet were barely on the ground before he took off running. When he looked back to you, he spotted Dean coming up, bag in hand. “You’re gonna have to use the pullout in the living room.” He told his son. 

“What, why?” He furrowed his brows. “What happened to my room?” 

“Turned it into a room for Danny.” He shrugged. 

“Danny?” He asked, then it occurred to him. “Oh.” He was clearly bothered by this, but said nothing. His heart ached. He had been such a dumbass! 

“Come on, Grandpa! Uncle Sam is outside already!” Came Daniel’s voice from the kitchen, making you chuckle. 

“Go have a date with Mitch. I got him.” John smiled at you. With that, he pulled on his boots and jacket to go join Sam and Daniel. He found Jess watching them from the kitchen window. “Looking forward to the future?” He asked. 

She beamed. “Yes, I am.” She agreed honestly. 

The door was shut and you turned to leave, surprised when Dean put his hand on your arm to stop you. “What, Dean?” You sighed, looking at him. What could he possibly have to say to you after all this time? 

“I’m sorry.” He tried. 

“Okay?” What did he expect from you? 

He looked like he was hurt, but that wasn’t your fault. “So, it looks like he’s close to my family.” He noted. 

You nodded. “He is. John hasn’t had a drop of alcohol since he was born.” You told him, noting the look of surprise on his face. “You’ll see a bunch of pictures hung up when you go in there.” He’d get to see all the moments he missed, all the memories he wasn’t a part of, and he’d see that your son was loved. 

“Can we talk, please?” He asked. 

“Not tonight.” You said simply. “Maybe tomorrow. Now, excuse me. I’d like to get my husband so we can go on that date.” 

Dean swallowed, looking down. “Okay.” He nodded a bit. “Can you just tell me my son’s name?” 

You gave him a look. “ My son’s name is Daniel Noah Winchester.” 

“He has my last name?” He asked, clearly shocked. 

“No. He has your father and brother’s last name.” You countered. “His father might be an asshole, but his uncle and grandfather have been amazing. Goodnight, Dean.” 

“Night.” He said softly, watching you walk away. What would have life been like if he hadn’t left? What would it have been like if he didn’t claim your baby wasn’t his? 

[gumballavocadoharry]

Harry and River;

Showtime:

Tonight was the night of River's school play. It was a 'Hey diddle, diddle' production and River was cast as the spoon. I knew River was excited as he had been practicing all week. I was so excited for him; texting everyone I knew: Mitch, Sara, Gemma and Mom about River's opening night.

"Daddy, can rexie come too? He's excited and he wants to wear his bone tuxedo," River had that little slur to his words, as he was still learning how to punctuate them. I shook my head with slight amusement, "No baby, but I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it once you get back home." River furrowed his eyebrows in slight disappointment. But his eyes glistened again upon remembering it was almost time to get dressed.

I had secretly bought some flowers for River, like what all great performers get after their show. I was going to give it to him backstage after the play.

"We have to go, daddy!" He said, dashing up the stairs. I myself followed closely behind in putting on a dress shirt and pants. "Ready?" I yelled to River from the hallway. "Here I am!" He came out in a dress shirt and dress pants as well, jumping giddly around the house. "Oh, I can't wait rivie, I bet you're gonna be the top of your class with your acting skills,"

"Thank you daddy!" River skipped to the car.

The drive was anticipating. I was nervous that River would get stage fright or that he would mess up his lines and I didn't want him to get embarrassed on stage. But River practiced his lines, even in the backseat of the car. Once we arrived at the preschool, River was assigned to go to a certain door behind the stage to get ready.

"See you after the show daddy!" He said, rushing off. "Have fun my little nugget!" The little brunette boy ran to his teacher, who was ushering the kids towards the door. I trollied inside the auditorium, where the rest of the parents were sitting or mingling with each other. I talked to a few parents before taking a seat close to the front with my video camera.

"Hello everyone, take your seats as the show will start in just a couple minutes." The teacher announced. She ran backstage to check on the kids; giggles could be heard from behind the big bulky curtain. A smile crept up on my face hearing the little laughs of children, especially River's. "The show will now begin."

The music started and the curtain slowly rose. The cat and his fiddle were the first to take the stage, followed by the cow and the moon. And then the dish and spoon (River) were on, and that's when I started filming. "That's m'boy! The little spoon is my baby boy!" River looked adorable in his spoon costume along with his co-star who was wearing a giant plate.

Once the play ended, the curtains closed and the audience clapped. The kids and teacher took a bow. I clapped the loudest, whistling with my fingers. "I love you River!" I called, amongst the cheering crowd. I ran backstage and gave River the flowers as he was changing into his regular clothes. "You were amazing! Can I have your autograph Mr. River Styles?" He giggled, before taking the pen I lended him and signed my arm. I plopped a kiss on his cheek and gave River a big hug.

"What if I become a big actor one day and travel all over the world?!" He squealed, excitedly.

"I'll still be so proud of you! But.....take daddy with you and remember to look both ways before crossing the street, oh and hold my hand." I giggled, before smooching him with another kiss on his cheek. "Looks like you've got a number one fan River!" Ms. Dellwinger laughed. River's cheeks blushed once he noticed a girl with redish hair staring back at him smiling.

"You know her?" I asked, "Yeah, that's Hayley." River's voice drifted. I shook my head with a permanent smirk on my face before handing River off to talk to her.

"Let's go home now bud, we have dinner remember?" "Oh yeah! We're going to pizza hut!"

We ended the night with one of River's favorite meals as a celebration for a job well done on his play. And I couldn't be more proud of him.

*Sorry if this one isn't my greatest*

[princessbatears]

Papá Noel

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Javi appoints Astrid his little helper elf on Christmas Eve Warnings: secular Christmas themes (i.e. gift giving, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, etc.), mild sexual content, language, mention of alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, mention of spousal/parent death Words: 3k A/N: This takes place during the time skip in Casa Werewolf Chapter 9

“There’s so much snow!” Bo yells for the dozenth time from the backseat of the car as Javi drives up the winding road.

“At least a meter, right, Mama?” Tallulah guesses.

You smile. “I’m not sure there’s quite that much, but there might be soon if it keeps snowing like this.”

“How much longer?” Astrid asks, whole face smushed against the glass of the window, her breath fogging it up.

“We’re almost there,” Javi promises. “You should be able to see the house soon.”

This is his first Christmas with you and your triplets and he couldn’t be more excited. He’s brought you all to his Swiss chalet for the school break. It’s quiet and private, the perfect place for a werewolf-filled holiday that your family deserves.

“Do you remember seeing snow before?” you ask, turning around in your seat to look at the kids.

Astrid ponders. “Maybe.”

Bo shakes his head. “Just from the pictures.”

“Mama’s got pictures of us when we were really little in the snow,” Tallulah informs Javi. “It was before Daddy died.”

He smiles at her in the rearview mirror. “Those are very special pictures.”

“We’ll show you when we get back home.”

“Are we gonna take new pictures?” Astrid pipes up hopefully.

You smile, reaching back to stroke her hair. “Of course, as many as you want.”

“Is this the kinda snow you raced in as a puppy?” Bo asks.

Your smile grows childlike and mischievous. “Yep! Powdery, so you’ve got some traction.” Then, you turn to Javi. “When I was a pup, me and my siblings would spend hours racing each other in the snow. The deeper, the better, because it forced you to get creative. My tactic was digging tunnels so I could keep plowing ahead instead of using all the energy bouncing up and down.”

He laughs, loving the idea of you as a little kid and puppy. “I bet you beat them.”

“I did!”

A moment later, Javi turns a bend and the chalet comes into view: a cozy two-story house made of spruce with the classic gently sloping roof and lots of windows. “There it is, niños!”

There is a mad dash to get inside, mainly because you insist that the children help unload the car before they’re allowed to play.

“Your room is on the left,” Javi calls as they practically run each other over in their haste to get upstairs. When he’d known you were coming, he’d had a triple bunkbed put in the larger room.

“I want the top!” Bo’s claim travels down the staircase.

“No, me!” Tallulah argues.

Meanwhile, you’re staring in delight at the big, open room, bedecked for Christmas. In one corner, a tall tree glitters with twinkling lights, glass ornaments, and tinsel. Garland drapes over the fireplace mantle and large, knitted stockings hang below it, one for each one of you.

An advent calendar hangs on one wall, marking the day as December 24. Juniper and berry sprigs fill vases. A cheerful American-style Santa figurine sits on the top of a bookshelf with his reindeer.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s gorgeous! The house, the decorations. Perfect.”

From upstairs, Tallulah yells, “I got there first!”

You grimace at Javi. “You might regret spending the whole week with us all alone here.”

“Never! I promise, any chaos and drama that those three bring can’t compare to my own family. If I was at my mama’s, I would be refereeing my great-aunts arguing over whose dentures are more uncomfortable. I promised this is preferable to that.”

You let out a snort-giggle of disbelief. “That does not happen.”

“It does! See this.” He points at a small scar on his left forearm. “Tía Carmen bit me with hers when she thought I’d sided with Tía Paulina. Vicious.”

Laughing, you bend to kiss the spot. “Poor baby,” you coo mockingly. Then, you shake your head. “I can’t believe we’re here, in Switzerland, for Christmas, on vacation!”

He chuckles, pulling you close to him. “How long has it been since you had a vacation?”

“God,” you ponder. “Not since Ivan and I first got married. We didn’t have enough money once we had the babies. Not to mention, it’s very hard to take a vacation with three unreliable werewolf pups. By the time they were more in control of their shifts, he’d passed.

Javi’s more determined than ever to make this an amazing rest for you. “You are long past due. For the next week, all you need to do is eat, sleep, sled, and play.”

You give him a kiss that ends with a gentle nip on his bottom lip that immediately makes him weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to play with you later,” you whisper.

He can only manage to mumble something incoherent, using all his willpower not to whisk you up to the big, plush bed that’s waiting.

A stampede behind him returns him to his senses. Three fluffy werewolf pups charge down the stairs, paws too large for their bodies slipping and sliding on the polished wood.

“You are not to go outside the fence,” you say firmly. “And as soon as it starts to get dark, your little butts need to be inside. If you smell anything larger than a rabbit, come back immediately. Understand?”

They bark their acknowledgement before scrambling for the back door. You cross to unlock and open it. They dive headfirst into the drifts of snow, disappearing completely.

He laughs as their heads pop up and down as they hop along towards the vast expanse of mountain yard.

“Ah, some peace and quiet,” you sigh happily. “They’ll probably be out there until supper.”

Javi kisses you again. “I’m going to light a fire and make us something warm to drink. You just relax.”

For the next hour, you and Javi cuddle on a nest of furs in front of the fire, drinking hot mulled cider and watching one of his favorite Spanish Christmas movies.

At one point, he glances down at you and finds that you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles, cocooning you in the furs. It’s not lost on him how much you trust him that you’re able to fall asleep while your children are playing outside and you’re in a new place.

It’s also an excellent opportunity to sort through the Christmas presents he brought.

Although Javi grew up on the Spanish tradition of the Three Kings bringing gifts in early January, he wants to honor your cultural tradition of Christmas Eve gifts.

After carefully disentangling from you, he heads upstairs with two suitcases full of presents to your room. There, he unzips the tops to double-check everything is there.

The question is, should he put them under the tree now or wait until right before midnight, when he’ll be rousing everyone to open them? Will their allure excite or torture the kids?

“What are you doing?” Astrid’s little voice startles him and he spins around, seeing her bundled in the plush robes he left by the backdoor for when the pups returned.

Then, she gasps, eyes growing huge, when spots the gifts. “Christmas presents!” She rushes over to the bed and bounces up and down. “There are so many! Can we open them?”

Definitely would be better to wait to put them out if she’s already wanting to open them.

Smiling coyly, he says, “I’m just holding onto these for Papá Noel.”

Astrid rolls her eyes. “Santa doesn’t exist.”

Javi slaps a hand against his chest, scandalized. “How could you say such a thing?”

“I’m eight,” she says like he’s the world’s biggest dumbass. He’d have expected such a response from Tallulah, who sees herself as a mini adult, but it makes him a little sad that even Astrid doesn’t believe in the mythical man.

Wait��� if werewolves are real, does that mean Santa Claus might be real?

He’s distracted by her shaking more presents. “Stop using your wolf ears to try to guess.”

Then, it suddenly occurs to him that he didn’t hear her come inside. The house is too silent for Tallulah and Bo to be in it, so she must be alone.

“Where are your brother and sister?”

Her face falls. “Out racing. I got tired. And I couldn’t ever win. I’m not fast enough. I hate being the littlest!”

He crouches in front of her, pulling her into a hug. “That’s hard. But, you know what? You’re the sneakiest. I didn’t even hear you come in. And you didn’t wake your mama up. There’s no way the other two would be that quiet.”

Astrid perks up. “Yeah! I’m way sneakier than they are. They always gotta yell or crash into stuff. Not me.” She stands on her tiptoes, silently scuttling across the wood floor with a positively wicked smile on her face that makes him laugh.

It also gives him an idea. “Let’s just say Santa exists. Doesn’t he usually have a helper? A little elf?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.

“It’s an awful lot for him to have to come all the way up this mountain, so I’ve offered to put out the presents and save him the trip. Since you’re so good at being quiet, you’d be the perfect elf to assist me.”

Puffing up with pride, she beams. “I can help!”

He grins. “Okay, so we’re going to keep it a secret from Bo and Lulls. You’ll all go to bed when Mama says and then I’ll wake you up and we’ll sneak everything downstairs. How’s that sound?”

Astrid nods vehemently, practically vibrating with excitement at her new responsibility.

She clamors onto the bed and peers into a stuffed suitcase. “Oh, that one’s mine!” She snatches it up and shakes the square package. No sound comes from it. “Can I open it? As payment for being an elf?”

He pulls the gift from her hand, biting back a laugh. “Being an elf is voluntary.”

She pouts as he returns the box to the spot and zips the suitcase up.

“Go get dressed. Then, we’ll start cooking our Christmas Eve feast!”

The rest of the afternoon and evening pass in a blur. Bo and Tallulah return from their racing before everyone helps Javi heat up the delicious Christmas Eve feast that’d been prepared. Entremeses piled high with blood sausage, manchego cheese, crusty bread, olives, and pickles. Then, creamy soup, roast lamb and potatoes, followed by shortbread cookies and chocolate cake.

You and Javi practically have to roll the children up the stairs to put them to bed, they’re so stuffed and sleepy. He briefly wonders if he shouldn’t wake Astrid early, but, as he tucks her into one of the bottom bunks, she whispers in his ear, “When are you gonna wake me up?”

Smiling, he breathes back, “Half an hour before midnight.”

She grins at him before snuggling down to sleep.

You and he close the door behind you and you say softly, “You’ve really made Astrid happy asking her to be your elf.”

“It’ll be much more fun to play Papá Noel with a helper,” he chuckles.

“You know,” you purr, “we’ve got a couple hours and I’ve always wanted to kiss Santa Claus.”

He smirks, deepening his voice, “Ho ho ho!”

Thirty minutes to midnight, Javi creeps into the children’s bedroom. All three are breathing deeply, sound asleep. He presses a kiss to Astrid’s forehead before murmuring, “Astrid.”

Her big eyes flutter open and she immediately sits up excitedly. “Is it time?”

“It’s time.”

She tiptoes with him out of the room and downstairs, where he’s set out the suitcases near the tree. There’s also a pile of gifts that you’d brought that include some for him that you absolutely refuse to give him hints about.

“How do you think we should arrange the gifts?” he asks.

She hums. “The biggest ones on the bottom. Then, the other ones can stack on those. But I don’t think we should sort them by person because then, if someone has a smaller pile, they’ll be sad.”

“Very wise,” Javi agrees, although you and he made sure each kid got the exact same amount of presents.

Astrid begins pulling out each gift, setting them in piles by size. She pauses every time she reads her name on the tag and scrutinizes it. Javi’s glad he allowed a full half hour for this task because she’s in no hurry.

“These gotta go under first,” she orders, pointing at the largest packages. “Also, we gotta hide some in the back so we can be surprised when we think there’s no more presents and there still are some!”

Grabbing a long box with a scooter addressed to herself, she heaves it to the back of the tree. “That one’s got wheels, doesn’t it?”

Javi was sure he’d padded them properly, but it’s damn hard to fool Wolves. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

She humphs, going to a pile and picking up a small, flattish gift that was for him. “Well, you’ll have to wait and see what this one is. It’s from me to you.”

He bites back a chuckle as she clutches his gift to her chest with one hand and shoves at a bike for Bo with the other. It’s the heaviest gift and the only reason she’s making any progress is because she has werepup strength.

“Need some help?”

“No,” she says confidently, inching it along the floor.

Javi grabs Tallulah’s skateboard and sets it by the scooter. That’s when there’s the sharp sound of glass breaking behind him.

“Oh no!” Astrid whimpers.

He turns around to see her kneeling by his gift, which she must have dropped. Her face crumples as she starts to cry.

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, moving to embrace her. “Accidents happen.”

The sound of her tears hastens you from where you’d sequestered yourself in the bedroom while they played Santa. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I dropped Javi’s present and…” But she’s sobbing too hard for the rest of the sentence to be intelligible.

You crouch next to her and Javi, gently picking up the still-wrapped gift, which tinkles softly as it’s moved. “This isn’t a big deal,” you reassure, stroking her hair.

She clenches her fists, eyes now angry and amber, as she grinds out, “I can’t even be a good elf! I can’t be good at anything!”

Javi’s heart aches at this self-condemnation.

You cup her cheeks. “That’s a really hard thing to feel, that you’re not good enough. And, even if you feel that way, it doesn’t make it true.”

“I just wanted to be a good elf!”

“But you are, mi amor! Look at how organized everything is.” He gestures at the piles of presents. “We’re going to have a very stable stack under the tree where nobody feels left out. That’s something you’re very good at: making everyone feel included.”

She turns those wet, golden eyes to him, hope slowly seeping into them. “I guess that’s true. I do that at school, too. If somebody’s sitting alone, I’ll sit with them so they don’t feel lonely.”

You smile warmly at her. “You have a very kind heart.” Then, you hold up the gift. “And this isn’t ruined, sweetie. The most important part isn’t what broke. We can replace that part.”

Astrid wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve. “We can?”

“Of course.”

“But I wanted him to open it tonight,” she sighs.

“Do you want him to peek now and then he can reopen it later?”

Astrid nods, turning to Javi. “But be careful, you don’t heal like we do if you cut yourself.”

“I’ll be careful,” he promises, setting the present down on the floor and gently opening it.

A lump forms in his throat. It’s a framed photo of the first group shot you, he, Tallulah, Bo, and Astrid took together during a day at the beach. The first picture of the five of you as a family.

“I love it!” he whispers hoarsely.

Astrid’s whole face lights up at his reaction and she locks her arms around his neck. “I’m glad it’s not ruined.”

He hugs her tightly. “You, your mama, Bo, and Tallulah being here is the greatest present I could ever have.”

She pulls back, making a face. “You sound like a Christmas movie dad.”

Javi chuckles, his hand finding yours and linking your fingers. “I do, don’t I?”

You wink at him and he grins.

Hopping to her feet, Astrid says, “It’ll be midnight soon, we gotta hurry!”

Javi nods, pushing himself up. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Do you want me to help?” you ask.

Astrid shakes her head. “Santa and Elf only.”

And thanks to her excellent direction and efforts, all the gifts are distributed around the tree two minutes before midnight.

“It’s so pretty!” she beams.

The brightly colored wrapping papers glimmer with the glow of the fire and the twinkle of the lights, and Javi has to agree— it really is pretty.

You stand, pulling your phone out of your pajama pocket. “Stand by the tree, you two, so we can document Santa and Elf’s fine work!”

Javi and Astrid stand by the tree, gesturing at it proudly.

“Can I go wake up Lulls and Bo now?” Astrid asks eagerly.

“You sure can!”

Giving up all stealth, Astrid bound up the stairs, flings open the kids’ bedroom door, and bellows, “IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

Javi wraps his arms around you. “You know I meant what I said, about you four being the greatest gift I could ask for.”

You lean into him. “The same goes for us, having you.” Then, your eyes drift to the tree with mild disapproval. “Maybe I should have told you that sooner, before you went overboard.”

He scoffs. “That wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“Not all of those things are going to fit in our apartment.”

He shrugs, unconcerned. “The overflow can stay at my place.”

Laughing, you give him a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Papá Noel.”

“Merry Christmas, mi luz,” he smiles. Then, a nagging question returns. “If werewolves are real, do you think Santa is, too?”

- - -

Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: Papá Noel - Santa Claus/Father Christmas Three Kings - the Three Wise Men from the birth story of Jesus; in many places in Spain, they bring gifts to children on January 6 and are celebrated with feasts and festivals niños - kids mi amor - my love mi luz - my light entremeses - Spanish charcuterie board, with foods like sausages, cheeses, pickles

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[uuchanjustice]

Ekubo Week Day 4 - Final Form

(Dimple, Mob and Tome, word count: ~700)

"Mob!!!" Tome burst into the office with windswept hair and her cell phone in her hand. "They're showing the ORIGINAL Aliens Vs. Zombies Vs. Salarymen at Fennel Theater tonight!!! They're gonna have snacks and sell keychains and it's gonna be so fun- oh, sorry, Mr. Serizawa..."

Mob was grimacing and gesturing at Tome to stop yelling, but she realized her mistake too late as the stranger in the office jumped out of his chair in surprise.

Serizawa smiled ruefully at Tome, then turned his attention back to the startled client whose cursed plushie he had just exorcised. "Sorry about that! She's my, uh, niece... so, 5000 yen?"

"You have to come, Mob!!!" Tome whispered to Mob as Serizawa ushered the client out. "This movie is the ultimate cult classic!!! Everyone says it's best experienced in a rowdy theater full of nerds! Who knows when we'll get a chance like this again??"

"Uh, Tome..." Serizawa returned to his desk and fixed the picture frame the client had accidentally knocked over. "It sounds fun, but... isn't it a school night? You should be responsible with your schoolwork..."

"I don't have any homework today!" Tome shot back. (It was half true... she didn't have any homework due tomorrow at least.) "And I bet Mob doesn't either!"

Mob nodded. "She's right, I don't."

"But that's not all," said Serizawa. "You also need to get a good night's sleep before school, and..." Tome tuned him out and sat down at her and Mob's shared desk, huffing. She gave Mob a Look that meant "we'll discuss this after work" and hoped he would understand what she meant.

---

"So there's something else," said Tome once she and Mob were a full block away from the office after closing. "We have to go with an adult to supervise us, it's the theater's policy or whatever. I was going to ask Mr. Serizawa, but apparently he's too 'responsible', and no way are we asking Mr. Reigen..." She took a deep breath. "I know you don't like breaking the rules, but we're gonna have to sneak in. We could maybe pass for adults with different clothes, I can-"

"Tome." Mob's voice cut through Tome's chatter. "I want to go. But we don't need to sneak in." He smiled. "I know someone who could take us."

---

"I still can't believe you never mentioned this," grumbled Tome.

"It never came up," responded Mob.

A seven-foot-tall, muscly green figure walked next to them, wearing a poorly fitting T-shirt and sweatpants bought from a nearby thrift store. Perched on top of his head was a wig of curly hair.

"Really, I'm more surprised that Dimple agreed to this," said Mob. "He usually doesn't like being asked favors..."

"Are you kidding?" Dimple waved a giant hand flippantly in the air, in a way that he would never admit was influenced by Reigen. "I'd never get in the way of you breaking the rules, Shigeo."

Officially, Mob and Tome were on a job with Reigen and Serizawa. Dimple had called Mob's parents from Tome's phone and done an impressive impersonation of Reigen to explain the situation. Tome's parents only needed a text. She was going to make a great adult one day; she was already living the carefree young adult life.

They approached the run-down theater. Most of the attendees were already inside, so they walked right up to the ticket booth and Dimple slapped the 3000 yen Mob and Tome had given him onto the counter. "Three for the zombies," he said casually.

The attendant looked at Dimple for about one second before deciding that he wasn't paid enough to ask questions. "Go ahead. Concessions on the left, no outside food or drink."

Tome skipped into the theater, dragging Mob alongside her. "Kids, right?" Dimple cracked at the attendant, who was pointedly not making eye contact.

---

Two hours later, the group staggered out of the theater, surrounded by teens and young adults hopped up on soda. Tome's eyelids were drooping, and Mob was clutching his stomach. "Why... did I eat... so much... popcorn..." he groaned.

Meanwhile, Dimple was as energetic as ever. "You were right, Tome," he exclaimed, clapping a hand each onto the kids' shoulders. "That was an unforgettable experience."

"Haha, just wait... the sequel is even..." Tome trailed off and slumped onto Dimple's shoulder.

He shook her gently. "Kid, wake up. We gotta get you home."

Mob gave him a Look that Dimple understood perfectly. He rolled his eyes and lifted the sleeping Tome onto his back. "You guys will be the death of me, I swear," he complained.

"But you're already-"

"Don't go there, Shigeo."

[papermonkeyism]

if this is too personal, skip it, but; from where do you get the inspiration for your body mods, and the dedication to commit to them? :0

( i ask as a veeeeerrry fickle person who can't keep anything about herself consistent for over a year. i've had to have my ears pierced thrice because i keep losing interest in earrings! )

I don't know. There just are some body mods I've wanted as long as I can remember, and now being in my mid 30s, knowing I still want them, I figure it's safe enough to get them.

I've wanted a septum ring for, like, two decades or something. It's an aesthetic I've always liked, although my parents didn't let me when I still lived at home. (and once I moved out I kept chickening out. My parents' opinion on body mods nowdays is "it's your body, we don't own you") Whenever I made WoW characters where septum piercings were an option, I always took it. Etc. I also have several friends with septum rings too, who helpfully let me know what it would be like to have one. Took me making a pact with one of my body mod enthusiast friends to finally drag me to get it done, twenty years later, haha!

Tattoos same thing, though less specific. Always wanted tattoos, just took me a lot longer to decide on what or where. When I first asked my mom about getting a tattoo as a teenager, she warned me about its permanence, and said if I wanted a picture, I should tape it somewhere I could see it at all times, and if I still felt I needed that picture one year later without getting tired of it, I could get the tattoo. I never found a design I'd like long enough. It was great way to turn me away from logos and other franchise memorabilia too. Dodged that bullet!

The first tattoo I got was after my first ever cat died, and I wanted a memory of her. I also wanted the tattoo to have some me in it as well, so I designed an ink splatter (for art has always been part of me) with cat paw prints over it, one in ink, the other an absense of color. I was 29 when I took it, I knew I could never hate the best cat to ever exist in my life.

The second tattoo I took was on my chest. I was 32, had loved dinosaurs since way before even elementary school, and if I still hadn't fallen out of love for dinosaurs in all this time, I think it's a relatively safe bet. Though I did exaggerate its design, with things like a flowing tail mane in absurd proportions, so that if/when science marches on, it can be a magic fantasy unicorn version of a dinosaur instead of a scientifically accurate one, to keep it safe. I also wanted flowers around it, and to make it mean something, I asked my mom to pick her favourite flowers, and gave the list to the tattoo artist to design. (my prompt was literally "horse girl's dream tattoo: late Cretaceous edition")

The third tattoo I took, last week, I was 35. Cats have been very important to me since I was a kid, so it's for the cats I've had in my life. It's also for my love for cats in general, it's for the cat(s) I hope to have in the future, and it's also a personal pagan thing, as a flavour. I drew the cat design a full year and half ago, and I still like it, so it passed my mom's tattoo test from decades ago. Also, since I already have my mom represented by plants of her choosing over my heart, I wanted to have something from my dad on my drawing hand, which is where the lingonberry comes from.

I love nature, always had, and my heart belongs to the forests outdoors. The plant patterns give me life. Now I get to carry them on me as well. They don't have to be perfect, as neither am I, but I am extremely picky about the tattoo artists I choose to do my inks, and both times I've been satisfied.

I have no desire for further piercings. While I do like the aesthetics of ear piercings, they aren't something I wish for my own flesh vessel. (I have, since I was a teen, sometimes toyed with the idea of having my ears made pointy, but at this point in life, I don't really want to go through the healing process. As tempting as the uncanny valley effect is, just don't think I will.)

I have plans mapped out for further tattoos, but no worthy subjects yet. The bracelet on my right wrist will someday extent over the back of the hand. My left shoulder will some day have ink (might ask fir my brother's fave plants), but I'm not yet at a point where I want to disturb the chest tattoo's lily-of-the-valleys. I want a half sleeve covering my left forearm (that's gonna cost a fortune, though). Possibly an ankle bracelet on my left leg. I'll need to find designs I can tolerate having as markings first, though.

I don't know. I have moles that are part of me, few scars, and vitiligo. I like those just fine, and I didn't get to choose them. All scars are stories after all. The ink markings are mine because I chose them, and I have reasons for all of them. They are memories, they are feelings. In a way they are love too. AND they look dang awesome, I still haven't stopped staring at the lingonberry leaves, the artist did such a great job!!

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: Tim roasting himself when dressed as Red Robin is probably one of my favourite things in this world, hahaha. He is such a dumbass, i love him so much.

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: none.

Wordcount: 1479.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven: Just let me be yours.

You and Tim woke up and took a shower together. You helped him to soap his back and saw some bruises. When you asked him about it, he smiled and said you shouldn’t worry, it was normal when you have many siblings. You tried not to worry. He washed your hair and you felt very caressed. So this is what the famous “after care” is like? You liked it. It was more intimacy than you’ve ever had with your ex. 

When you guys finished, got dressed and he helped you with the dishes and he took the garbage out when he was leaving. You kissed him at the door, already knowing how much you would miss him, and completely hating yourself for that.

The rest of the afternoon you spent doing your homework and studying, even though your mind kept replaying the scene of his fingers intertwined with yours and the forehead kiss he gave you before filling you with his cock. 

Your parents arrived at 18h and you watched a movie with them and chatted about how the family lunch went. Apparently, another of your cousins is getting married next year. 

Around 22h, you went to bed. You couldn’t sleep though. Damn boy. 

You looked at your clock. It was past midnight already. If you didn’t sleep, you might have to skip P.E. Class and sleep in the dressing room. You heard some knocking on your window and sat on the bed. Red Robin was there, hanging on the sill and waving at you. Your heart skipped a beat. You got up and opened your window so he could enter.

— You’re early — You whispered, closing the window — I only expected you next year.

— Ha, ha, ha — He said, getting closer to you — funny girl.

— If you didn’t like my sense of humour, you wouldn’t be here — You said, nervously crossing your arms. Good, now you wouldn’t sleep because you would be thinking about two boys.

— Being right all the time isn’t exhausting? — He asked after a quiet laugh and a grin. Your favourite things in the world.

— Oh, I’m used to it — You said, smiling.

He leaned by the window on your side, your thighs gently touching in the most comfortable silence you’ve ever experienced. You uncrossed your arms and he intertwined his little finger with yours. You couldn’t hold back a smile. The most “childhood sweethearts” thing he could ever do. And you’ve only known each other for about two years.

— Not that I don’t appreciate your visit, but what do you want? — You asked after a while.

— Wow, why so bitter, little Y/N? — He asked, coming even closer, with a grin. 

Damn, he was so pretty your heart trembled inside your chest.

— I can’t sleep — You admitted — It annoys me. I have class tomorrow. 

— Why don’t you skip it?

— You don’t become a top student by missing class — You smiled at him. 

He wrapped his arms around you and your eyes widened with surprise, but you hugged him back anyway.

— What do you want? — You asked again, resting your face on his armour, certain that all this affection wasn’t a good sign.

— You — He said, after a sigh — It has been weeks and I can’t stop thinking about you.You’re all I ever wanted.

You froze for a while. He wanted you? After all this time?

— You… you barely know me — You said, but it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself to not let him take what he wanted. 

— Well, I want to get to know you, then — He said and his hands held your confused face — I want to know you, to kiss you, to hold you in my arms. You don’t want to get to know me? It is what you wanted, isn’t it? You told me you wished us to be little birds, so we could spend a spring together. I thought about it. I want to spend time with you, even if it is just spring. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything the same way I want it now.

— Stop — You said, feeling your heart ache. You told yourself that you couldn’t ever have him. You told yourself that no matter how you felt about it, you could never be with him. It didn’t fit his lifestyle. You told yourself that for months — You can’t simply come into my room in the middle of the night and drop that on me. 

— I’m naked here for you, Y/N. My heart is naked — He said — Completely naked, I want you.

— Red, stop — You said, feeling your eyes getting watery. Everything was so good half a minute ago, why did he had to say this right now? — This is mean. You’re not supposed to be mean. 

— I’m not — He said, desperate to kiss you — I promise you, I’ll treat you like a lady, I’ll listen to you, I’ll play with your hair and I won’t ask you a thing that would make you uncomfortable, I just ask that you accept me. I haven’t thought about anything else since I kissed you last year. I’m just a bunch of dreams and what you left of me after that kiss. Be mine, please. Let me be yours.

You took his hand off your face. He looked at you and those white lenses did not trick you anymore. You could see the emotion on his face. He meant every single word. 

— Are you saying you love me? 

— Yes, even though I can’t really say it in words — He said, squeezing your hands lightly — I promise you, Y/N, this isn’t just a fling for me. You have been living in my head rent free for months. I’ve repressed what I feel for you so you don’t get hurt if we don’t work out, but it is unbearable for me. I can’t keep living like this. I need to know if you feel the same way. If you don’t, It will hurt, but I’ll understand. I just need you to be honest with me.

— I do feel the same — You said and the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen popped on his face — I have been thinking about you non-stop since we met. 

He tried to kiss you, but you backed off. The look on his face told you everything: he understood immediately.

— Is it the nerd that annoys you? — He asked and looked around, searching for evidence. Then he saw your new bouquet of red carnations. He laughed — I wish I had this idea before.

— Don’t be mad, please.

— I couldn’t ever be mad at you — He said and one of his hands reached your face — I knew about the risks when I decided to come here and tell you how I feel. It was a calculated risk. I just forgot people usually don’t correspond to maths.

— I’m sorry.

— You have nothing to be sorry about — He said — I’m really happy for you and your nerd. It’s good that you found someone that treats you right. Better than the last one, at least.

— Red, I don't think you understood me — You said — I love you. I just can’t be with you. 

— Because of him. Did he ask you to not be with anyone else? What kind of egotistical little man is he?

You laughed a little.

— An old fashioned lover boy, in his words — You said, remembering him — And if he is egotistical, then so am I. I’m not a fan of sharing. Wouldn’t you mind sharing me with him?

His jaw clenched.

— I have to admit, I’m not really fond of the idea — He said, a bit uncomfortable — But I guess that anyone that had tasted you wouldn’t like it either. 

— I’m glad you understand.

— Can I… — He started, leaning on your window — Can I at least have a last goodbye kiss?

— I would like better if your last memory of us kissing isn’t of this bitter conversation — You answered with your arms crossed, feeling more contradicted than ever. 

You wanted Red Robin to be yours so bad. You’ve wanted him ever since you’ve met him and he came here and told you he felt the same way. But now you’re letting him go. Because of Tim. He nodded, sad. 

— Okay — He said, sitting on the sill — See you around, Y/N. And if that nerd ever hurt you… let me know.

— What are you gonna do? Spank him? — You asked, laughing. He laughed too and kissed you on the cheek.

— Or maybe I’ll come here and console you… I’m sure that this will hurt him more than any violence could. Good bye, Y/N.

— Good bye, Red.

And he disappeared in the dark. You sighed, rubbing your hands against your eyes. When you were fucking alone this kind of thing would’ve never happened to you. 

— Oh, fuck. I’ve gotta sleep.

[hereticallyeverafter]

I've caught wind, as many have, of the Emrata Scandal and everyone's upsetti, saying it's fatphobic and a throwback to Heroin Chic.

If you're triggered by discussions about weight, ed's, dieting, and you read past the line break, that's on you. I'm just sharing my limited, personal experience, not trying to have a whole UN-level debate lol

I grew up during the whole Heroin Chic era, and everyone who talks about it treats it like it was grilled-out frosted-tips Satanic Panic, and maybe for some, it was. I'm not here to talk over or discount anyone else's experience, but mine was totally different. My parents were both healthy- my dad traditionally so, CICO, gym, etc. Mom tried to keep up but usually fell for the fad diets that didn't really go anywhere, and I kinda fell in the middle- I was a chubby, bullied quiet kid.

My parents never made me feel bad or ugly or pressured me to eat a certain way or anything, and sure, I wished I could be skinny like the girls at school and on magazines, but I also saw what it took to get there vis-à-vis my parents' individual and comparative examples. I never once thought "I should starve myself!" or "I bet Vitamin C fills up on cotton balls!" I looked at Tyra Banks and Kate Spade and knew they'd probably hit the gym and ate chicken cutlets with brocolli, like, duh. And I knew I wasn't skinny because I was lazy and liked chips.

Maybe I'm just built different or other Millys' parents never actually had a conversation with their kids or led by example or whatever, but even when we were being taught the Food Guide Pyramid and the Tongue Map at school, they still touched on nutrition adequately enough that hearing (at least) other people my age talk about it like it had been an Apocalyptic-level hellscape is just mystifying to me.

I'm genuinely not trying to shit on anyone here, I know I'm in the minority in my experience, and I was a socially isolated kid anyway, so I'm kind of a Spiders Georg out here. But Em's photo just doesn't bother me. No one can make you feel any type of way, that comes from within you. No one can make you restrict calories and run in circles all night- that was a conclusion you reached and acted on on your own. I know mental illness shaves away at some of the personal accountability, but like, when girls I went to school with would claim to be anorexic from skipping lunch for a week or not eating for 36 hours before caving, it just makes me roll my eyes.

I feel like someone's gonna see this and go on some "you fatphobic asshole!" rant, and I'm not trying to get into that, I'm literally only talking about my personal experience in this tiny frame of time; it'd literally just a statement yall, not a conversation, so if you want it to be a conversation, do so amongst yourselves. Some of us survived HC unscathed, that's it, and that's all Em's post reminded me of.

[the-lark-ascending69]

I want to preface this by saying I wrote a long response to this post that got swallowed by tumblr's shitty code and i was so mad it took me a hot second to try again, but I just needed to tell you how BEAUTIFUL this is, gosh I can't believe you wrote a whole fanfic my god 😭😭😭 my Robin my baby she's suffering sm. I bet she didn't even know simply cuddling with an omega she loves would help - this is the 80s and she's never had a sex ed in her life, she probably thought the only way to deal with heats and ruts was by having crazy sub/dom futarani sex, like all alpha boys seem to claim (save for the futanari part - but wouldn't ruts be this world's equivalent to blue balls? A cheap excuse alpha boys use to convince girls to sleep with them? Everything Robin does NOT want to be).

But Nancy did her research. Nancy knew what she was doing when she told Robin she'd take care of her. It doesn't matter to her when Robin's rut is nearly over and she goes back to school only for people to sense Nancy's scent on her. It doesn't matter to her when they start talking. Doesn't matter when they see her wrap Robin in a big hug in the middle of the hall because she saw her hands trembling. Hearing her content sigh, feeling her muscles relax under her touch, is all she needs.

I do wonder if the school authorities begin to show concern for Robin during and around her ruts - she can't go skipping classes every time her rut comes, and she can't come to school smelling like rut when there are omegas everywhere. She's improper. She's making people uncomfortable. She needs to be more controlled. How come she doesn't take supressants? She could tell them her parents don't believe in supressants and won't let her take them (which is true), but it would probably end up with a social worker in their house threatening to take legal measure if they don't give Robin the kind of drugs she's precisely trying to detox from. Her parents would also begin questioning why the sudden heavy ruts after hers have always ranged from mild to unnoticeable. That's another conversation she does not want to have. They're putting her between the sword and the wall, and she can just barely make up a lie before they call her parents - they're aware and she already has a doctor's appointment this week, don't worry, Principal, they got it under control. But then she leaves the Principal's office and she doesn't know what to do.

It's like Nancy can sense her distress in her scent when they leave - she probably does, let's be real. Nancy is furious. The solution she comes up with is simple: falsify a doctor's instructions to give Robin permission to skip school during her ruts, and give it to the Principal. Robin doesn't know where Nancy learned to falsify documents, but it's all done by the end of the week, and she couples that with a note on the newspaper about the way institutions like schools impart a violent, sexist control over women's bodies and their natural cycles. Robin is granted permission to not attend to class during her ruts for the semester, though she'll have some extra assignments to make up for it. She's lucky her teachers all think she's some kind of child prodigy and trust her with this.

Robin sees Nancy as her lady and savior at this point. She's unbelievable grateful for everything she's done to her, and she's certain she will never fully make up for it, though Nancy insists there's nothing to make up for. She wants to help because she's her friend, and she loves her.

So, when Nancy skips school one day, Robin notices immediately. She asks her brother, Mike, who makes the kind of disgusted face boys do whenever they see something pink, and he tells her Nancy is "being annoying over some girl stuff she yelled to him about over breakfast".

Robin doesn't think twice - she grabs her bike and cycles all the way to the Wheeler's. Nancy helped her before and she's going to help her back now. She just hopes her mom isn't too freaked out by local alpha, also rumored dyke, showing up to take care of her omega daughter during her heat.

I just saw @sylvanas-and-the-diamonds mention something about a/b/o ronance in the ronance tag and that just had me thinking about it as in... omega Nancy who is constantly overlooked and not taken seriously, expected to marry a literal alpha male like Steve and have his six babies in a white picket fence neighborhood, overly sexualized by men, resented and envied by beta women who wish they had the desirability she has, told to calm down and not let her "journalism hobby" distract her from her place in nature - growing up filled with frustration and rage against the world but also herself, her nature and her body for seemingly hating her. Oh, how she wishes she were a beta, it would be a little bit easier that way. But not an alpha. Oh, no, never an alpha. That's too much, even for her.

And (extremely rare) alpha Robin, who has been sideyed and whispered about so much during her teenage years that she's convinced herself she doesn't care about people, or dynamics, or omegas or anything in that vein because "that's stupid anyway" and "she's above all of that" (the true sigma female, lmao). Female alphas are the rarest dynamic, more rare even than male omegas, but Robin never got the chance to enjoy being unique, no, female alphas are always rumorized to be lesbians, or lesbian-adjacent, or whatever they came up with. Unless she got together with a male alpha (a male omega is still... a bit too much for them), those rumors won't stop. But she doesn't want an alpha. She wants an omega. Oh she loves omegas, she knows some alphas have a thing for betas as well, or even other alphas, but Robin is just obsessed with omegas. Female omegas. Which makes her feel horrible when she thinks about it for more than one minute, because girls around her already feel intimidated by her, either because she's so sardonic, because they assume she's a lesbian, or because alphas are naturally seen as domineering. The fact she want an omega girl only makes her seem more predatory. She doesn't want to be an alpha. She doesn't feel strong or dominant or protective. She just feels like a freak, a huge weirdo and she hates herself a little bit for being like this. She wonders if it'd be easier if she were an omega. She sometimes thinks that would fit her better - she becomes such a sweet puppy when she's with cute girls. She gets nervous and talks too much and seeks their approval, but she also knows that, no matter how small she makes herself - because it's in her nature or because she feels like she has to - she fears that if she ever asks a girl out, she'll just say yes out of fear.

Small little angry dominant omega Nancy and soft scared full of love alpha Robin who knows she was born to be a bottom the moment she and Nancy met.

[elurin]

I’ve come to the terrifying realization that my parents will believe anything I say.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・why did modern! au aot characters get detention ⸜⸜・

eren

omg he's so lame. he had to stay after class only because he refuses to do homework. it's not like he's not smart, it's more like he doesn't have any motivation to do so. one time he just wrote "im not like other boys. nobody understands me." on his homework.

armin

he started yelling "nobody disses my waifu" when some upper classman called his waifu cringe. armin literally started growling while chasing the person with a picture of his waifu in manga in his hands. the teacher that caught him also suggested that he stops wearing his "*waifus name* husband" choker.

jean

he skipped class to go flirt with some girls, but his pulling game was so weak that they called janitor ackerman on him. he almost broke the broom on jean. jean made sure to get some flirting tips from reiner for the next time.

marco

he tried telling the teacher that she's wrong and ended up gaslighting her. he might look innocent but he learned his tricks from armin. the teacher wasn't happy at all when he said things like "i don't think your husband will be happy about the time u hung out with mister ____ after school."

connie

he usually comes home late everyday because of detention. the most memorable one was when a teacher bended over and her ass was all up connies face and he started slapping and humping the air as he was doing it to the teacher. she saw it... he had to be put in different class.

sasha

her and connie made a bet that she won't take a bite of the stack of history papers mister smith has in his office... she in fact did take a bite of that... she had her parents called in school and mister smith also made sure that sasha sees the school therapist.

mikasa

she though dissecting an animal meant she has to bring in her own dead animal... and she's a nice student so she brought one for everyone. the only reason she didn't get kicked out was because she's the smartest student in school.

annie

simply for not listening in class and it would go peacefully is she didn't blast last resort by papa roach in her cheap headphones. the whole class was silent except for the loud shum of her headphones.

historia

you think historia has ever got detention?? no way, everytime she does something bad, her dad is right behind her back to sweep it under the rug so his daughter can play the perfect student.

ymir

looked up some questionable things on the school computer. the school was horrified when they found out that she searched "bobs, boobs, breadts, breasts, tites, titties." during computer lessons. armin had to ask her if she wants to help with spelling after.

reiner

oh boy, he's been after school so many times. first of all for similar things like ymir, but the latest one was because he passed notes in class. more specifically, he threw a piece of paper at historia that said "i have a king sized bed and u happen to look like my queen." the teacher was horrified.

bertholdt

he lost the books he borrowed from the library. they literally disappeared without any trace. luckily for him they were found weeks later when reiner bursted thru the door, yelling "sharespear is fucking sick. that lady macbear reminds me of historia. sick dudess."

hitch

she broke into historias locker to see what lipstick she wears and got caught by janitor ackerman. another broom was broken that day. luckily nobody saw that the lipstick dissappeared.

marlo

he said "biology is cool, but let's talk about the economic state of the country." to teacher hange... they were completely shocked by marlo and made him sit with them after school so they could explain to him that biology is amazing.

[allthingsfangirl101]

The Only Cure–Steve Harrington

Wattpad request by Harringtonswife-

In the eighties, no one talks about their mental health. You're either healthy or insane. I tried talking to my parents about it but my dad doesn't believe in all that "mumbo jumbo". My mom told me it was all in my head and if I stayed there, she'd have to send me to a mental hospital.

The only person who responded in a positive and supportive way was my best friend, Steve Harrington. When I told Steve that I was struggling and wasn't able to fix it or get out of the dark hole I seem to continually throw myself into, he was the one who suggested that I might be struggling with depression. He then wrapped me in a hug and promised that he would always be there to pull me out.

Even though Steve was extremely supportive, I found myself a little hesitant to run to him. After I told him, he slowly started to change. He constantly checked on me, jumped to protect me before anything happened, and eagerly helped me with anything no matter how small.

Our friends didn't notice Steve's change. He always seemed crazily protective of me to them. They aren't wrong, but I've noticed his changes. At lunch, he started draping his arm across the back of my chair.

I was worried our friends would notice and, most importantly, notice how it made my whole face burn. All of that would disappear when I started getting anxious and Steve would move his arm from my chair to my shoulders. I don't know how he always knew when I needed his comfort, but he did. Without fail.

Today was no different. The day started with my alarm not going off and having to get ready in ten minutes. Then my mom's car wouldn't start so my dad had to drop me off at school before he went to work. It only got worse from there.

First period, I could barely stay awake. Second period, I had forgotten we had a math test and I definitely failed it. Then I got paired with the dumbest player on the basketball team for our history project and he was more focused on flirting with me than getting any work done. Now I was heading to lunch.

"Hey, you," Steve said the second I sat down. "You okay?"

"She got paired with Andy for the history project," Carol laughed.

"That sucks!" Tommy laughed.

"I bet he's going to flirt with you the whole time," Carol fake gagged. "Then again. . . He's pretty cute."

"She could do better," Tommy scoffed. "Right, Harrington?"

Steve reached under the table and grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "If he gives you any problems, tell me."

"Steve," I started but he cut me off.

"I mean it, Y/N. If he says anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or, I swear, if he touches you. . ."

"Dude, chill," Tommy laughed. "He hasn't even done anything yet. They just got assigned today. Wait until next week to kill him."

Steve rolled his eyes and went back to eating without letting go of my hand. He looked over, his eyebrows fluttering in confusion.

"Why aren't you eating?" He asked softly. "Aren't you hungry?"

"I am," I said, clearing my throat.

"Then why aren't you eating?" Steve pushed.

"I was running late this morning and didn't have time to make my lunch," I explained under my breath.

I looked up at him when he pushed his lunch between the two of us.

"What are you. . ."

"Eat," he said.

"But Steve. . ."

"If you think I'm letting my best friend starve, you're crazy," Steve laughed as he ate a grape.

"Skipping lunch is not going to make me starve," I giggled, hiding my blush. I looked away and cleared my throat when I saw Carol's knowing smirk.

"Oh," Steve said in the middle of Carol and Tommy's latest fight. "Dustin wants to know if you're coming to watch their D&D campaign tonight."

"I don't know why you guys spend so much time with those kids," Tommy scoffed. "They're a bunch of little. . ."

"Don't finish that sentence," Steve cut him off, his voice changing. I squeezed his hand that I was still holding under the table.

"So?" He asked as he turned toward me, his tone changing again. "You in?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "Although I'm a little surprised you want to go sit in the Wheeler's basement and watch them play D&D."

"To be honest, I'm not going to watch them play," Steve said, not looking at me.

"Then why are you going?" Carol asked, almost sounding like she knew the answer to that.

Steve looked up and glared at her. He then saw me watching him and softened his glare.

"I'm going to hang out with you," he said, his cheekbones slightly turning pink.

"We hang out all the time," I giggled, eating some of the cheese Steve packed.

"And he just can't get enough," Carol said sweetly.

I looked away when Tommy started to 'aw' but it turned into a gag. I started to let go of Steve's hand, but his hold on mine tightened.

"Do you hear yourself?" Tommy asked harshly. "You two are best friends. You blow us off all the time to be with her. How many times have you skipped a party because Y/N wasn't going to be there? Or she needed someone to help her study. Or that lame excuse you always use that you'd rather spend time with her."

"I would rather spend time with Y/N than with you," Steve said, his anger building.

"You're practically glued to her hip," Tommy scoffed. "I'm surprised she doesn't know that you. . ."

I stood up and quickly ran out of the cafeteria. Steve and Tommy have been fighting a lot more over the years. Each time they start, so does my panic attack. I ran to the bathroom, locking myself in a stall.

A few seconds later, I heard the door open. I held my breath, waiting for them to leave.

"Y/N?" Nancy's voice echoed through the bathroom. "I saw you run in here. You okay?"

When I didn't respond, she added, "Steve's looking for you. He seems really worried. There's no one else in here so I'm sending him in."

I heard soft footsteps walking toward the stall I was hiding in. I looked down and instantly recognized Steve's sneakers. I took a shaky breath when he knocked.

"Y/N," he whispered. "Please open the door."

With shaking hands, I opened it. I instantly wrapped my arms around myself, stepping away from the door.

"I'm sorry about running away," I stuttered under my breath. "You know how I get when you and Tommy start fighting. I hate that it always sends me into a panic attack, but I can't control it."

Steve grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest. He sighed as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry we started fighting in front of you," he whispered. "I just hate how they treat you. It infuriates me when Tommy makes our friendship seem like a joke. Next time, just punch me in the arm and I'll stop."

"I'm not going to hit you," I said with a small giggle. I tightened my arms around him as I added, "I could never hurt you."

                                * * * * *

Over the next couple of days, I struggled with my depression. I started having mini panic attacks every day. Steve caught most of them, and with each one he stopped, a worse one was hiding until he wasn't around.

I woke up today, stuck in my pit of depression. I spent the morning, not able to put a smile on my face. I hid my face behind my textbooks and notes. No one seemed to care. But then again, I don't see Steve until lunch. The class before lunch, I looked down and my hands started shaking. I was starting to have a panic attack and I couldn't stop it.

As soon as the bell rang, I jumped up and left the classroom. "Geez. Slow down, weirdo."

I looked up, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Carol and Tommy standing in front of me.

"Off to your dear Stevie?" Carol cooed.

"We all are," I mumbled, tightening my arms around my books. "We're going to lunch."

"When are you going to admit that you're obsessively in love with him?" Tommy scoffed.

"What?" I stuttered. "I don't know. . . It's not. . ."

"Aww!" Carol giggled. "It's so cute that she pretends she doesn't know."

"Steve and Y/N, sitting in a tree," Tommy started singing. As they sang the rest of the song, they started dancing around me.

"What are you guys doing?" Steve asked as he ran over. He brushed past Tommy and grabbed my hand, slightly pulling me behind him.

"We weren't doing anything," Carol sighed, rolling her eyes.

"It didn't look like nothing," Steve scoffed. "It looked like you were. . ."

"Stop," I whispered. "Please, Steve. Stop."

"Y/N," he said, turning around to face me. I looked at his soft eyes and then at the knowing, judgy looks of his friends. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my hand out of his and turned on my heel.

"Wait!" Steve yelled but I didn't stop.

I didn't stop until I got to my car. I drove home and pulled into my usual spot. I turned off my car with shaking hands. I slowly got out, barely able to get my breathing under control. I froze when I turned and saw Steve jogging up the driveway.

"I told you I was fine."

"I know," he smiled at me. "But I also know the signs that you're stuck in one of your depression episodes. And if I don't act fast, you'll just go deeper into it."

"I don't know why you feel like you have to act," I said, looking down at my feet. Steve stepped toward me and gently lifted my head.

"Because you're my best friend," he whispered. "It's my job."

"Steve. . ."

"I know what I can do to cheer you up."

"Please don't," I sighed.

"Take the old records off the shelf," he started to sing. "I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself. Today's music ain't got the same soul. I like that old-time rock 'n' roll."

I giggled and playfully pushed him. He caught my arm and pulled me into my chest.

"So now are you going to tell me what Carol and Tommy said to you?"

"It's not a big deal. . ."

"Y/N," Steve said knowingly. "Talk to me."

"They were making jokes about me going to find you," I explained. Before he could ask why that would send me into an anxiety attack, I continued, "Then Tommy pointed something out that I realized he was right about."

"What did he point out?" Steve asked.

"That maybe. . . That there's a possibility that I. . . I doubt it's the same for you but. . ."

"Hey," he whispered. He gently wrapped his arms around my waist and smiled down at me. "What did Tommy point out?"

"He suggested," I said slowly, "that I might. . . have feelings for you."

Steve's breath got caught in his throat as he studied me. He loosened his arms, taking a small step back.

"Do you?" He asked under his breath.

"Maybe? I'm not sure, honestly. . . Would it be a bad thing?"

Steve smiled as he reached up and gently cupped my face in his hand. "I guess not," he whispered. "Especially because I might have feelings for you."

"You do?"

I held my breath as he slowly leaned in. He stopped when his nose pressed against mine. I felt lightheaded when his breath touched my face. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The lightheadedness got worse as our lips touched.

"Of course I do," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "Would it be a bad thing?"

"I guess not."

[chaos-writes-fanfiction]

Little Fighter

Pairings: post time skip dad Kyotani × fem!reader married couple

Warnings: Some cursing, fluff

You and Kentaro had been married for about 4 years now and had gotten married shortly after graduation having been together since your second year at Aoba Josai. You had a 3 year old son and you were currently 20 weeks pregnant with your second child. Today while Kentaro was at his practice for the Sendai frogs, your son was at daycare so you could go to your doctor’s appointment to find out the gender of your second baby.

“Well Mrs Kyotani, congratulations, you are having a girl” the doctor said

“Really a girl?” You asked

“Yes ma'am” the doctor said “and would you like the prints of the ultrasound?”

“Yes please, I’d like to show my husband and son” you said

“She’s looking very healthy, and is growing perfectly, you are half way through now” the doctor said.

A little bit later as you’re walking to the car from your appointment, you get a phone call from your son’s daycare saying there was an incident and that he needed to be picked up, you agree and try to call Kentaro but he doesn’t answer. You sigh and drive to the daycare. Once there you park and go inside.

“Hello I’m here to pick up my son Kyotani Kaii” you said

“Mrs. Kyotani, yes there was a incident with your son” the daycare worker said

“I was told that over the phone but wasn’t given any details, can you tell me what happened?” You asked

“Well you see Kaii, and the other children were outside playing when the after school kindergartners arrived and joined them outside. Kaii was on the swings by himself when one of the 5 year olds apparently pushed Kaii off the swing he scraped his hands and knees on the ground, then Kaii told him that wasn’t nice and punched him in the face before pushing him over.” The daycare worker said

“Why didn’t one of you stop this, Kaii is only three?” You asked angry

“One of the staff didn’t see anything until Kaii was getting up, then hitting and pushing the other child” she said

“We’re the other parents called and notified as well?” You asked

“Yes but they aren’t able to pick up their child yet” she said

“Bring me my son now” you said “I promise you Kaii will not be returning we will find elsewhere for him to have daycare”

“Mrs. Kyotani I assure you we’re handling this situation, theres no need for that” she said as another woman came out with Kaii and his backpack.

“No miss I assure you once my husband hears of this, he will not be happy either if you think I’m mad you’re lucky you didnt get him to pick up Kaii” you said

“We tried calling him too, but weren’t able to get a hold of him” she said

“Come on Kaii, let’s go see daddy” you said looking at him

He ran up to you, with his arms stretched up with grabby hands wanting to be held. You could see the scrapes on his hands.

“You’ve got to jump baby remember?” you asked

He nods and just looks at you eyes glassy with unshed tears as he gave you grabby hands again. You count to three with him and as he jumps you pick him up comforting him as you move him to your hip. He whines not wanting to be on your hip.

“Come on let’s go see daddy” you said as you walked out

You get to your car and put him in his car seat giving him kisses on his cheeks. He’s still whining a little bit. Once you’re back in the car you drive to the gym where your husbands practice is taking place. You park as close to the entrance as you can get to. Getting Kaii out of his carseat you hold his hand gently because of his scrapes as you walked into the gym where practice is being held.

When you walk in you see Kentaro practicing his serves. When Koganegawa notices you when the door opens.

“Kyo, your wife is here” he said

He turns and sees you, he hands Tsukishima the ball. You release Kaii’s hand and he runs to his dad.

“Daddy” he cried as he ran to him.

Kentaro scooped him up in his arms and held him close to his chest. When Kaii started crying into his dad’s neck.

“What happened?” He asked looking to you for answers

“After my appointment, I got a call from his daycare, asking me to pick him up” you said “they didnt tell me why until I got there, but one of the five year olds pushed him off the swing, he has scrapes on his hands and knees from his fall but he got right back up, punched and pushed over the five year old”

“He was mean” Kaii said

“That’s my mad puppy” he said kissing Kaii’s cheek

“No mad puppy” you said

“What, he stood up to someone bigger than him and only hit after he was hit first” he said “besides hes not going back there anyway”

“He is three Kentaro, no more mad puppy talk, anyway, I told them he’s not coming back, and that they’re lucky I went to pick him up and not you” you said

“Damn right I would’ve cussed their asses out” he said

“Taro! We dont need our toddler swearing” you scold him

“I’m sorry love” he said and he kissed your cheek

Thats when you saw Koganegawa and Tsukishima trying to stifle their laughs. They thought it was funny and rare sight to see the usually aggressive and confrontational Kentaro Kyotani being extremely soft around his wife and son. Kentaro tried to set Kaii down but he whined and held on tighter.

“Okay pup I’ll hold you but let’s go sit so mommy can rest” he said and he took your hand squeezing it as he led you to the benches so you could get off your feet.

“I wasn’t able to hold him how he wanted because I didn’t want him kicking the baby” you said placing your free hand on your bump.

“How was the appointment are they okay?” He asked moving Kaii to sit on his knee one arm around him still holding him so he can place his other hand on your bump too.

“Yes, doctor said they are very healthy and growing perfectly and I know if they are a boy or girl” you said

“Really?” He asked eyes widening “tell me already”

“We’re having a girl” you said smiling

He pulled you into a sweet kiss before leaning down and kissing your belly.

“I love you Taro” you said

“I love you too, all three of you” he said

Bonus:

“Boy or girl?” Koganegawa asked

“Girl” you said

Tsukishima started laughing and Koganegawa groaned.

“Pay up loser” Tsukishima said holding his hand out towards Koganegawa

He groaned again and walking over to his gym bag he pulled put the money and threw it at Tsukishima

“Childish” he said rolling his eyes as he picked up the money

“What did I just miss?” You asked raising an eyebrow at them

“We had a bet going on, as to who’s guess was right for the baby’s gender” Tsukishima said

“How much?” You asked

“Koga bet 5000 yen (about 45.00 usd) that the baby would be a boy” Kentaro said “while Tsuki bet 5000 yen it would be a girl”

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel​

[shineoko]

Heyyyy. As a request can I ask that you do a small enemies to lovers bullet point au with Jaehyun or Yuta if it’s ok and your not busy.

Hi !!!!!!!!!!!

Idk if I did this right but I had too because I need to write an e2l with Jaehyun and I have way too many assignments on my hands plus I feel the need to experiment with writing styles + post ;)

Yuta will be linked here as a kinda part 2 whenever I write it

also!!! This is a kinda British au where my lazy ass can’t figure out the American or Korean system and ofc there’s a lot of swearing and ofc I have to use British slang (Dw u can just Google that) anyways below is a brief summary of the British school system I’m following here

primary school | ages 4 to 11

secondary school + sixth form | ages 11 to 18

university | ages 18 to 21+ DISCLAIMER !!! This is not a part of start up

not this taking me 3 whole ass week to write

Sooo

You met Jaehyun when you were a child

not even a child, A TODDLER

Luckily your parents only ever interacted with themselves and didn’t force you two together as you both would blow raspberry’s at eachother and keep arguing like

“Teddy’s better” “no frosty is better!” “No teddy’s better” “no frosty is better”

aka. The first and last time your parents even dared to put you in the same room

ok time-skip to secondary school (yes we using the British system here) y’all were 11 and kept on getting detained for fighting in the common rooms (cafeteria)

some of your friends and fellow schoolmates even made bets on wether you two would fight over a certain thing or two

worst part was that you were literally in the same classes 6/5 (you see my joke there 😏)

In English, y’all would be fighting over wether the word was spelt wrong and had to be shut up by the teacher giving you a detention

then at lunch you would walk up to your friends and be like “That ugly assless mf got me a detention again”

and he walks up to his friends like “that pathetic petty bitch got me a detention for the 400th time this fucking year”

aside from the secondary school shenanigans, y’all would’ve never guessed they you applied for the same university

my g (yes that is my vocabulary) became a part of the resident American frat-wannabes because before you met him, he used to live in America for 4 years which matches the fact you both met at the age of 4.

anyways

apart from the ‘will y/n and Jaehyun sort out this beefy shit’ club and the annoyingness of Jaehyun, life was ok

except that the only thing you were talked to about by another student was the annoyingness of Jaehyun or the beef u two got

one Monday you were just in your way to your dorm room when you heard a cry coming from one of the empty classrooms

Do to your insatiable curiosity, you had a lil peek through the door

you couldn’t believe your eyes

there in the middle of en empty lecture hall was your demise, Jung Jaehyun, sat on the floor crying alone with his knees used as a shield for his reddening face.

you swore Jaehyun was you enemy but you couldn’t just leave him like this

so

you quickly opened the door of the lecture hall and ran straight to Jaehyun gently putting down your bag (bc of the laptop ofc) you kneeled beside him

”Yo Jaehyun what’s wrong” you said in a way that you wanted to state that your still enemies but you’re actually concerned

“y/n…” he said but stopped as his voice started cracking

he sounded frail

as if he was an egg shell that could break in a matter of seconds

and so with the worry clearly evident in your voice you said again (damn why tf dis shit sound like Shakespeare language) “Jaehyun.. what’s wrong”

and he just sat there

then he suddenly mustered in the most whisper-y of whispers “you’re wrong y/n. why the fuck do you have to be so cute all the time.” He snaps :0

then you just sit there like (and the woman was too stunned to speak)

“Bruv, my g, u just called me cute”

and he’s like “yup”

an then you talk for a long time until you realise it’s literally curfew

and your like

”nice talking, its curfew Jaehyun”

and he’s like “can I just go to yours instead, I’ll feel lonely and I mean what I said earlier. you are really a-fucking-dorable”

You think for a sec and realise you don’t have a roommate and your like

“let’s go I guess, but don’t try anything cheesy”

(You can imagine what happened in your dorm 😏)

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Inarizaki

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i would put in all the reqs but there were so many people who requested for our fox babies that it would literally take up every space :”) and im happy to comply so here it is

AAAA LOOK THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG LIKE BLS BUT IM A RIN SIMP :’)

alkdfjlsdfi

sunarin simp is typing😍🍃💞..........

ogeiogeiogei

hehehehehe

so im actually just going to include the starting lineup like i knowwwww theres subs but im only most familiar with the regulars :(

okay so anyways!!

now

you might be wondering

how in the hell did you become the manager of these crackheads

from calm papi kita to psycho tsumu,

why are you their manager

you, the cute and shy and innocent not wittle first year, somehow became the manager of the powerhouse volleyball team of inarizaki high

it all started with our dear lovely samu

hehe bet you didnt see that coming

now we all know baby samu literally is the biggest foodie in the team and he constantly thinks about food 24/7 therefore there isnt much room in there for anything else except for volleyball

basically, 

the dude loves to eat

it just so happens that you made food

your family owned a cafe down the street from the school and you worked there after school to help your parents

now how does this tie in with samu you ask

this chile was so hungry that he had to skip practice

sending kita a quick text about doing a quick errand, he walked down the street on the hunt for a quick place to grab a bite

he totally ignored kita’s warning of cramps if he ate a lot then practiced but whatever food is life

it just so happens he stumbles upon your family’s cafe

when he entered, the smell of bread and food entered his nostrils causing this baby to just float right in

you were manning the register while your brother was at school so you smiled at the incoming figure of this familiar boy

and because you recognized him, you couldnt help but grin and gasp a little

‘oh! miya-senpai!’

you exclaimed and osamu was confused because he’s never seen you before but he thought you were probably a kouhai in school

you looked young and definitely not a face he’s seen before so he concluded you were most likely a first year

and you were really cute

like really

really

cute

that thought caused this babe to blink awkwardly and nod at your direction

‘uh, hi’

he greeted and you smiled at his awkward nature

‘what can i get you today, miya-senpai?’

he must’ve been busy looking at you to actually look at the menu behind you and he fumbled, rushing to find a food to get

‘wh-what do ya recommend?’

he asked and you paused then thought deeply

‘hmm, we have onigiris freshly made! and we also have milk bread thats really good!’

did you just-

did you just say onigiri?

‘yea ill take some onigiri’

he decided and you lit up

‘perfect! the total is-’

he completely blanked out because wow your smile was really pretty

‘miya-senpai? miya-senpai?’

you called out and he snapped out of it

‘oh, sorry, here’

he gave you the cash and you gave him back his change before wandering to the glass case where the savory foods were placed

you seemed to glide over and osamu watched you with fond eyes, interest bubbling in him

there was something about you that made him curious

but he just didnt know what

it confused him because maybe you were just someone he hasnt seen before and not the same fans he sees all the time

‘you’re really lucky, miya-senpai. i just finished making them minutes before you walked in’

you commented

this took him aback

‘you cook?’

he suddenly asked and you chuckled, soft and airy laughs filling the air

‘of course, senpai! learning to cook is an essential for a business like this’

and thus created a beautiful friendship

he would come over to eat nearly every day of the week while you would happily serve him

sometimes, he would even buy extra so you could eat with him

while you were talking, he noticed you lacked the accent others from there had and he thought you were not originally from hyogo

he learned that you were actually from miyagi and you moved here just this year

‘so, how ya liking it ‘round here?’

he asked one day, after swallowing his food

you thought about it before shrugging

‘i mean, its still the countryside so i guess everything’s the same. maybe the dialect? my neighbors have strong accents, haha’

samu chuckled

‘its common over here. ya sound a lot more from tokyo. my best friend’s from there, ya see’

you raised an eyebrow

‘hm?’

‘rin. suna rin is in the team and hes from tokyo so he sounds like a standard city boy. ill take ya to meet him sometime’

nah he really wasnt

he wanted to keep you away from the others as much as possible, especially his brother, because he was a greasy mf

but that didnt really work out into plan because you approached him in school the other day

you saw him and you hurriedly ran to him where he stood with his twin and some guy

tsumu saw you coming from behind his brother and he smirked before nodding at you

‘samu, ya got a girlie running for ya’

samu turned, confused, until he saw your adorable face

‘y/n. whats up?’

you grinned

‘you left your team jacket, miya-senpai’

the red jacket was clutched in your hands and the two boys behind him shared a surprised look because osamu never mentioned a girlfriend

and with the way you were holding his jacket, the two boys immediately jumped into conclusions

well

more like atsumu started whining at osamu for not telling him he had a girl

‘i thought we were brothers! brothers for life!’

samu just awkwardly stands there and he has a sheepish look in his eyes that were looking at you apologetically

‘sorry about him, y/n. but thank you for returning it’

you handed him the fabric before smiling

‘it was a good thing you had a spare one for me, miya-senpai. who knew the rain would come so suddenly’

osamu sighed then playfully poked your forehead with his finger

‘how many times do i have to tell you to call me by my first name? i really dont want to hear anything that associates me with this bastard’

atsumu socked osamu at the shoulder causing the gray-haired boy to look away from you and start yelling at his brother

‘touch me again! see what happens then!’

‘yer just showing off for yer girlie! ya aint doin nothing!’

suna shook his head before turning to you with a sympathetic look

‘you really want to be with this guy? him and this idiot are practically a package’

you tilted your head

‘im,,, not with miya-senpai?’

suna blinked

‘but he gave you his jacket. he doesnt even give it to me. i guess its not part of best friend privileges’

at the mention of best friend, you lit up

‘oh! you must be sunarin! the tokyo boy!’

baby rin choked a little at the sight of your grin and he scrunched his eyebrows while awkwardly raising the corner of his lips to a smile

‘you,, uh,,, you know me?’

like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you nodded

‘at first, when miya-senpai told me, i didnt know who you were. but! youre actually very popular, suna-senpai! too bad i never saw you until today, though, because we’re in different floors. but! a lot of girls talk about you!’

poor rin didnt know how to react to that because he didnt want to look flustered but he didnt want to look cocky either

so he just opted to smile gently

‘oh. well, in that case. let me introduce myself to you. suna rintaro’

can we normalize suna being an actual nice guy instead of the cold stand-offish player bastard?

you shook his hand and said your name as well

like samu, he asked you to call him by his first name too since you were close to his friend therefore should try being close to you too

speaking of samu, him and atsumu reduced the violence to just bickering and they were still teasing each other even after you and suna talked

the coochi bangs boy rolled his eyes then slapped atsumu’s arm to gain their attention

‘yo. theres a girl here. try and be nice and civil’

atsumu seems like he forgot your existence because his eyes brightened at the sight of you

‘oh! heya!’

you nervously smiled at him because his hyperness and overall atsumu-ness was quite overwhelming

‘h-hello, miya-senpai’

atsumu pouted at how apprehensive you sounded

‘eyyy, why are you being nervous, girlie? im just samu, yanno! same face and everything!’

osamu knew you well enough that you were kinda awkward and you didnt know how to approach a hyper person like his brother so he naturally saved you

‘hey, y/n, the bell’s about to ring any moment now so try to not be late and ill be sure to see you later. do you want me to pick you up from your class and we can walk together?’

to you, it was just a simple offer from a friend but to the two, that was the confirmation of your relationship with the wing spiker

‘wahh, atsumu, your brother really is better than you. he knows how to treat girls good’

atsumu took offense to this

‘excuse you! i would be too if there were genuine girls in this school!’

osamu’s aggressive blinking was his signal for you to hurry along and you noticed causing you to chuckle before bidding goodbye

‘it was nice meeting you, rin-senpai. and,,, you too, miya-senpai. samu-senpai, later at 3?’

osamu softly smiled while nodding

‘later at 3’

the TEASING HE FACED from the two was unbearable and despite the amount of times he denied it, they were still teasing him

‘samu’s got a girlfriend~! samu’s got a girlfriend~!’

‘tsumu, i swear to god if you dont shut your trap’

‘imagine having a girlfriend’

true to his word, osamu was waiting for ya at the bottom of the stairwell from the one that led to the second floor, absentmindedly kicking some invisible thing in the floor

you were fixing your bag straps on your shoulders when you saw him at the end of the hallway and you couldnt contain your excitement seeing the grey haired boy

‘samu-senpai!!’

you shouted, getting his attention that made him whip his head up

the blank face contorted into a small smile and he raised a hand

‘yo’

when you made it next to him, you were grinning really big and samu felt flustered at your happy face

so he cupped your chin with his large hand that allowed him to squeeze both cheeks

‘cutie’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it, too busy trying to get him to stop squishing

you were originally supposed to go walk over to the cafe but you didnt know that osamu was actually trying to skip practice and he was trying to hide from the members

okay first off, i dont think samu would ever skip practice willingly bc he has the same drive as miya atsumu but he also just wants to spend time with you asklfjldfjdlk

but the loud mouth tsumu saw you guys as you turned a hallway

you were busy talking to osamu about some cooking chef guy gordon and he was nodding and talking but then he heard a loud shout

‘SAMU!’

osamu babie didnt know what was happening so he protectively placed an arm in front of you and hurriedly shoved you behind him in case something happened

duh you didnt know what was happening either so you were clutching his jacket and peeked from his arm to see atsumu stomping over with suna trailing behind him, seemingly texting on his phone

osamu lazily glared at his brother

‘what’

atsumu blanched and sped walk faster until he was right in front of him to yell 

‘IM TIRED OF YER EXCUSES! JUST CUS YA GOT YASELF A GIRLIE DUN MEAN YA GET TO SKIP PRACTICE!’

you furrowed your eyebrows

you tugged at his jacket and osamu turned to peer down at you and he gulped, preparing himself to hear your scolding

it wasnt the first time you scolded him as you just told him off the other day for not eating enough vegetables and fruits to balance out his unhealthy love for onigiri and sweets

‘samu-senpai,,, you told me you guys were taking an off week. why are you skipping practice today’

you were genuinely worried and you didnt seem to understand why he did that but the other two did and atsumu didnt hesitate

‘CUS HE WANTS TA SPEND TIME WITH YA, Y/N! BASTARD CANT EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME THE REASON! YER SICK?! WHAT THE HELL EXCUSE IS THAT! YA NEVER GET SICK!’

poor suna is just watching this go down and he felt bad that you were caught in the middle

so he suggested a compromise

you watched sunarin push atsumu’s chest to make him back off and he gently smiled at you before looking at the two

‘how about we all go to practice and if y/n-chan wants, she can wait and osamu can spend time with her when hes done? besides, atsumu, you know osamu has been doing good on his spikes. maybe we can persuade coach and kita to let him off early since hes,,, quote unquote,, ‘sick’’

osamu debated but you emerged from behind him

‘sure! samu-senpai would love to go to practice! right, samu-senpai?’

you smiled at him but it was a stern smile

you just wanted him to go to practice because you knew now of how important volleyball was to the school and they needed to get all their time and energy to win the sport

atsumu agreed to this plan but osamu was forced to accept it

simp

just for extra measure, sunarin and tsumu walked behind you guys to the gym so you and samu had time to talk

you were chiding him of course because why would he waste time with spending time with you

‘just wanted to see ya, y/n-chan’

he winked but you pouted and wrinkled your nose

‘you cant weasel yourself out of this, samu-senpai’

osamu has never heard you scold him before so he was like o.o but inside he was like,,, hot

the gym was already on full practice and kita saw the second years from the door

aran LAKDJFLAKSFJLASDKF ARAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA nudged mimi with a smirk

as much as they loved the underclassmen, watching them get told off by kita was too funny to not watch

but what caused them to curiously peer behind the three was the appearance of a girl

a girl?

‘why’s a girl with them?’

aran mumbled and mimi shrugged, but also intrigued

you were behind osamu and he could tell you were nervous because youve heard of the reputation of the team

they were seen as practically as popular as the basketball team and everyone worshipped them

they were who put the school’s name in the map and you were about to meet the legends of inarizaki

thankfully, atsumu and rin walked to the front of you two so you and samu were at the back

samu didnt look at you but he reached behind him to open his palm as a signal for you to take it

you gratefully grabbed it and leaned closer in case something happens

‘KITA-SAN! WE GOT EM!’

atsumu shouted and suna chided him for being really loud

‘you’re late’

an even voice said in front of them and you leaned over to the side to see who it was from

your eyes bulged out of your head because one, wow he was handsome, and two, he looked like someone from miyagi

YALL KNOW WHO IM TALKING ABOUT BYE-

‘oh wow’

you mumbled absentmindedly and samu looked at you at the corner of his eye before scoffing

your face was totally bright red and your eyes were super wide

kita? really? of all guys? it was kita?

‘SORRY! was samu who took so long!’

atsumu lowered his voice down but he didnt tell the captain of his brother’s plans to skip

‘he has a stomachache and he was at the nurse’s office’

suna smoothly came up with a lie and he might look cool and calm, his hands were clasped behind him with it clenching his phone

your eyes left kita to notice that habit and you had a small smile because it was another reassurance that these boys werent as high and legendary as everyone made them to be

in the end they were still just students and boys

they were still human

‘oi, osamu, who’s the girl?’

aran finally bit the bullet and asked the question everyone has been wondering since the beginning

both you and samu stiffened at the direct question to you but he nodded

‘this is l/n y/n’

he introduced and you raised a shaky hand as a greeting but let go of samu to bow slightly to your seniors

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n, i’m a first year’

a few players also raised a hand but it was mimi who spoke at last

‘nice to meet you’

kita nodded at you but turned to the three

‘why is she with you? are you skipping again, osamu?’

again?

osamu inwardly cringed 

obviously, kita was sharper than they would think because he easily saw through suna’s lie

he also knew that samu never really got sick

he watched the younger shovel 5 bowls of ramen and still have enough room eat a plate of mochi and he was perfectly fine

it was silent between the four of you and atsumu and suna were looking at each other as they ran out of lies

dang they even planned the entire walk of what to say to kita

you looked between the twins and their friend before speaking up

‘samu-senpai really did have a stomachache. i was-uh-helping the nurse! um, i want to be a doctor or a nurse when i grow up! and-’

you started to ramble but because you were trying to lie and it was never your forte

ALKESDJFLKD Y/N I NEED TO TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL OMG

‘we were tryin to convince y/n to be a manager. thats why we took so long’

atsumu huffed

you froze

a what?

a manager?

you were genuinely truthful about wanting to go into a medical profession but not a manager

you were already a manager before and you didnt really want to do it again

kita was inspecting suna’s and atsumu’s and osamu’s faces to see a trace of dishonesty

you saw him raise a dark eyebrow and you knew then that these three cannot tell a lie to save their life

so you nodded frantically making kita look at you

‘mhm! they asked me! miya-san wanted someone they knew already so they asked me because i’m samu-senpai’s friend! so here i am!’

your awkward smile and stiff outstretched arms might’ve seem suspicious but kita moved his gaze from you to atsumu and the blonde nodded

‘yea! ya’ve been talkin bout bein worried of next year cus yall aint here no more so i got sum person responsible enough fer us!’

STOPP I HATE IT HERE I CANT SEEM TO WRITE OUT ATSUMU’S ACCENT LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

after the longest 3 seconds, kita finally nodded and closed his eyes warily

‘alright. l/n-san, come here’

you froze at the way he said your name but suna was kind enough to walk over to your place beside samu to gently push you forward to kita

‘its okay’

he mumbled and you were so thankful because that gave you enough motivation and strength to keep going

your height was staggering between these men and kita seemed to tower you

but you kept an even and calm face 

‘yes?’

you asked

kita looked at you and he stared at your face, pupils moving as a sign that he was inspecting your eyes and every feature 

oh my god you shouldve plucked your nose hairs this morning

before you could feel more self-conscious, he spoke

‘you said you want to be a doctor?’

‘well, more like a nurse but um same thing’

‘you know medical stuff? know how to treat injuries?’

‘yes. i was a manager back in my hometown so i have experience’

‘where are you from?’

‘miyagi’

‘ya familiar with shiratorizawa?’

you cringed but nodded

‘yes’

‘are you from there?’

‘yes’

the three stooges from behind you had wide eyes at this sudden revelation because that was a school theyve played before

even the last interhigh, they were familiar of how strong that school was

the eagle and the guess monster

and you were their manager before? 

must’ve been during middle school as you were just a first year

‘so you know how plays and stats work?’

‘yes. anything you want me to do, im familiar and capable to do it’

god why are you saying this

you didnt even want to be a manager in the first place

yet here you are again

you were getting flashbacks from the war ajkfdfd

kita looked at you silently once more before finally standing up straight and pointing you to their coach who was watching the whole thing with crossed arms and furrowed brows

‘there. talk to him and you can finalize everything. i think its too early to say this but nonetheless, welcome to the team, y/n’

AND THUS STARTED YOUR JOURNEY WITH THE BOYS

akldjklfjsdlakj

IT WAS ALL BUILT ON LIES BUT WHATEVER

AS LONG AS NO ONE DIED ISSOKAY

no but really dont tell lies in general yall, maybe white lies, but try not to do that

OKAY MOVING ON

MOMENTS WITH THE TEAM

duh you are much much closer to samu than the rest of the team so you tended to stick to him more

like you would go to him first if you needed something or if you wanted someone to help you with the crate, he would be your go-to

that would make atsumu whine because he felt that samu was better than him

‘oi, y/n! im really good with ma arms! i can bench 300 yanno?’

you politely smiled and nodded

‘thank you for telling me, miya-san’

then you would proceed to nudge samu’s arm yum to ask for help

butbutbutbut

dont worry!!!!

you do end up warming up to him

for my atsumu stans, yall tend to go to him when samu is either busy or you just need a good laugh

this mans will embarrass himself both on purpose or accidentally to make you laugh lmao

you also have extra bottles for his medicine because he has adhd and the guys are like,,,, yo chill

and duh atsumu would forget to take them so youre practically his reminder

we all know how tsumu was practically attacked that one time when he insulted those girls, right?

yall may have forgiven but i will never forget >:(

well, during matches, you as their manager, always have to tell the stands to be quiet when atsumu is serving 

but no one told you this

you kind of figured it out during your time like when his eye would twitch if samu was talking to suna too loudly or when he would close his eyes to shut off his hearing because of the loud spikes on the other side

you noticed it

so you would go to the stands and nicely tell them that if they see atsumu serving, to be quiet

‘i understand you are all excited when he does his serve but we would all benefit more you could release that excitement inside and silently’

*cue atsumu pretending to faint in sunas arms*

OH SPEAKING OF SUNA

YES I SAID THAT I DONT REALLY LIKE FANON SUNA BC,,,

WEED

AND DRUGS

AND RUDE 

JUST OVERALL

NOT RECOMMENDED

but canon suna :”)

as a player, suna is seen as really manipulative and snarky and witty

he loves to poke fun at the other team, even his own, and just all-around annoying

but off-court

suna is a very quiet and reserved person

totally different from the one who talks and yaps constantly to the other side of the net

and hes a really pure person in some topics

like he would turn red when you would compliment his new picture that he posted in inasgram 

PLEASE SUNA IS TOTALLY A PHOTOGRAPHER LIKE HE TAKES PICTURES OF SUNSETS AND STUFF

or when you would offer to bandage him up for him because it’s hard to do it himself and your hand would touch his

dont tell anyone this but suna is very relieved that you and samu weren’t dating

thats all

thats all for now

;)

OOOO kita!!!

okay so kita is the captain, right?

but he doesnt play

like he plays rarely and aran is usually the on-court captain

this causes you and him to be at the sidelines a lot

he would tell you what he thinks would happen next or what the next plan should be and you would provide your own input

in a way, he was the one who really taught you the mechanics of volleyball and he would tell you the different tricks that techniques that the twins came up with 

what makes you really soft and fall for him is when he starts to compliment his players

his pride in aran for being one of the top aces that has led them to nationals

his pride in mimi for being able to go on the longest on court and not be tired

his pride on akagi for being able to receive each ball and successfully give it to their setter

his pride on hitoshi for being the one who could handle the team personality wise and his plans for him to be his successor

his pride on ATSUmu for being the best setter he’s ever seen and his drive to get better no matter what

his pride on samu for being so strong and still getting stronger despite his dream career to be something not volleyball-related

his pride on sunA being motivated enough to help the team and make sure everyone knows that every ball can be stopped

like pls you almost cry all the time when you hear kita saying that because he seems to not say it to the others but only to you

it makes you happy that kita relies so much on these guys as much as they rely on him

OH MY GOSH OMIMI

okay

so omimi ren is a very quiet and calm character

hes kinda like suna where they dont really say much but when they do, its usually important and not irrelevant like atsumu

and he didnt say much when you got inducted in the team as a manager

like he just stared at you and you were just like o.o

ngl he did scare you a bit bc of his tall height looming over you and the way his dark eyes just pierces you through your soul

hes the type that you cannot willingly tell a lie to him bc you know he will find out one way or another

he can see right through you

maybe thats what makes him such a good middle blocker

but you started to warm up to him really quick and he would sometimes walk you home if the others cant mainly bc he knows his appearance will make anyone back off

its the simple things that make you appreciate him

two words: ginjima hitoshi

he is so two-faced

NO LISTEN BEFORE YALL BEAT ME UP JUST HEAR ME OUT

you know how like the 4 second years (PLEASE I KNOW THERES A GUY NAMED YUTO BUT LIKE I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM AAAAAA TELL ME IF YOU WANT HIM IN HERE)

like suna, the twins, and hitoshi

the twins are the annoying ones who causes trouble, suna is the one taking pictures and evidence while cheering them on, and hitoshi is the one trying to break it up

BUT

i think that hitoshi is really the worst out of the 4 and he keeps in because who else would be the responsible one of the bunch

hello? they were about to be third years next year like are we really gonna go on with possibly a miya twin or suna being captain?

no

so he tries to force down his inner chaos to take on the role of the responsible one

BUTTTTT

you try to release that inner chaos

you sometimes hear him egging on atsumu under his breath like ‘do it’ but quietly so no one hears him

and youre like

?-?

please? we’re not? supposed? to allow? atsumu? to eat? and swallow? a whole? raw egg?

at first, duh he was also like that with you but you want him to be himself and be comfortable with you so you work hard to make him open up

now

you kinda regret it

because he now wants to go through the mcdonalds drive-thru, with no car, just to get mcflurries

you stared down at hitoshi from your bedroom window with a confused expression

‘but? you dont have a car?’

he grins up at you

‘but i got a CART! they said as long as it’s a car and car is in the word cart and the extra ‘t’ is just a bonus!’

‘hitoshi no-’

AAAAAA MICHIMICHI BABY

so akagi is the libero of the team and he is the one responsible for the make sure the ball doesnt touch the ground type of thing

you get really worried about him bc he does a lot of flying saves and his knees always get roughed up and such

so you try and stitch him up as much as you can like you even send him sites for good warm packs to buy

something that isnt known about akagi is that he, like atsumu, really likes to cook

but more like

he bakes

he bakes as a stress reliever and its like his meditation time

you go over to his house a lot to go bake something w him and share it to the guys later on

during ina get-togethers, him and samu are in charged of the food while youre the sous chef

SPEAKING OF SAMU

we forgot about him for a sec aldfjklkfdjlk 

it was all thanks to him

because of him, you became a manager despite your initial refusal to become one again

you made friends with more people and you were able to have a fun high school life because of it

because of him

osamu does get a little sad or irritated whenever the guys start to hog you up

like he has to push down the tantrum of ‘I SAW HER FIRST!’

he wants to be the better twin lmao

he gets really butthurt when you would go to someone else even during the middle of your conversation

like he would be talking to you on the side but suna calls you over for tape and youre going

he pouts and atsumu teases him about it causing him to bark at him

LOL HE BARKS

okay so training camp

i think therell be an imagine for this so ill try to not make it as detailed

lets just say its a mess

suna really wants to go hiking bc he wants to go the top of the mountain for pictures of the stars and stuff

but atsumu whines of the bugs and possible creatures in there

this causes osamu to tease him and call him a coward and a wimp

and leads to a fight which aran tries to break up but gets sucked in anyways

and omimi just stands by and watches but he intends to intervene if it gets too much

then akagi gets taken by suna to go the hike with him even though hes scared of bugs so hes whimpering and complaining

while kita and hitoshi are off in the kitchen talking about new grains of flour and stuff

where are you?

youre at the lodge, drinking your f/d (favorite drink) and watching all this go down bc at training camp, it’s every man for themselves

there is a lot of bonding times as a team bc these boys may seem like all they think about is volleyball but they like to do something else outside of that

what they love the most is going to the beach

not only do they get to have fun, they get to relax and see you in a swimsuit alkfdjkfj

especially when kita accidentally falls asleep? they bury him with sand and make him look like a mermaid

because they are players who work out so great bodies duh

and they get so much attention for that

but they all mainly pay attention to you and oh my

youve expressed not being comfortable in wearing a swim suit and watch these guys absolutely start throwing compliments at you

but the third years would softly tell you that it’s okay not to wear one bc all that matters is if youre comfortable or not

HELP I WANT AN ARAN AAAAAAAAAAA

OH SO

we know how kita’s family are rice farmers, right?

well

he farms to help his granny and sometimes, youre the only one who’s free enough to go and help him 

so you go over there all the time and granny really loves you bc one, you take care of her shin and thats beyond everything, and two, youre reliable and make shin laugh and such

like one time, you were carrying a basket to the back deck and granny saw you from the kitchen

she smiled before waddling over to the door so she could talk to you

‘y/n-chan!’

you whipped around quickly at the call of your name before grinning and hurrying up to her

‘yes, granny?’

she gave you a bottled water then gestured down to the field where shin was tirelessly tending to the rice

‘please give that to shinsuke. poor boy has been pushing himself too hard with the field and his sport and not taking care of himself’

she chided but there was a certain hint in her tone that made her sound so proud of her grandson

you looked down at the bottle and squeezed it

‘kita-san works hard not for himself, but for everyone else. it makes me sad when he neglects his health and tends to the team instead. so dont worry, baa-chan! i’ll take care of kita-san for him! for you!’

nah bc granny was already gossiping with her neighborhood ladies about this beautiful girl that shin got and how they should be jealous their grandsons don’t have someone like you

OOOOOOO 

since your family owns a cafe, the guys goes there all the time

its kinda like the ramen shop for the seijoh boys

they go there mainly to see you even outside of practice ANDDD

they wanna look good in front of your family

like tsumu suddenly knows cleanliness bc he cleans up the mess on the table or kita is no longer an introvert as hes now talking to your mom about the benefits of rice water and her not needing one bc her hair is already beautiful

PLEASE WHAT

and even during the summer, theyve helped out a lot when it was busy lunch times and you couldnt handle it yourself

GOSH IMAGINE SAMU BEING YOUR MOM’S APPRENTICE AND HANDSOME BOYS TAKING YOUR ORDERS WHILE SOME ARE CARRYING HEAVY TRAYS THAT MAKE THEIR ARMS POP

okay imma stop now

OH DONT GET ME STARTED DURING THE DEFEAT WITH KARASUNO

I DONT CARE YALL CAN HATE ME FOR SAYING THIS BUT KARASUNO SHOULDNT HAVE WON LIKE INARIZAKI WERE LITERALLY THE SECOND PLACE IN NATIONALS AND COMPETED AGAINST I T A C H I Y A M A

LIKE WHAT

OKAY ANYWAYS

everyone was already down and moody bc of the loss

and you wanted to be at the back bc you didnt know how to handle the situation

in your time as their manager, not once have you seen them lose

during those 10 months of being a manager, you have not once seen them be defeated during a game even with practice matches

then with those nobodies?

karasuno?

last time you checked, karasuno went down under when coach ukai retired

so having them lose was a real shock

and a really bad event

there was a certain air around you all during the bus ride to the hotel which made the entire time very uncomfortable

everyone finished their crying either in the locker rooms or the bathroom so all that was left was their red eyes

the coach sent everyone off to bed and although they were allowed more days to stay, they all collectively chose to just go home and keep those excused days as a rest day

‘we all would like to just stay at home and recharge’

kita’s request was everyone else’s, even yours, as you were both worried and tired for the boys

so that night, the coaches were able to book train tickets for everyone the next day back home

you stayed up, watching tv in your own room out of boredom because the group chat was quiet and you were too tired to do anything else

the next day, everyone 

osamu claimed your shoulder and he held your hand tight with his

his breathing was ragged and even with his closed eyes, the redness around them made it obvious he had been crying

the bus that was filled with excitement before, became quiet and the sound of the engine and wheels took over the silence

you thought samu had fallen asleep so you raised your free hand to stroke his hair

‘hey y/n?’

you flinched at the surprise but hummed 

‘imma tell him today. later, but today’

his voice was low and he was murmuring to hint that this was the extra sensitive topic you both discussed a few days ago at the cafe

you nodded but made sure he knew that no matter, he still got you

the coaches were upset and mad at the loss

but in the end, they all realized that this was the last game the boys would play as a team

sure, they could have practice matches and they could play again together in the future but nothing would change the atmosphere and feeling of playing the important matches 

this was the team that brought them closest to nationals with placing second out of the entire country

they were a good team that somehow got defeated

but the coaches were still proud

they didnt even yell at the boys to take laps and instead brought them into a team meeting

you stood beside the coaches, your own sniffles with everyone else, and listened to them talk

‘-year has been the most productive this school’s team has had in decades. i hope you all are proud of yourselves as we are proud of you. you lost so you are no longer in the competition and we talk about it tomorrow. but for now, go home and take a rest because tomorrow, we will be running laps and drills and miss y/n will be timing you until you pass out from exhaustion’

you blankly looked at the coaches bc you thought this would be a heartwarming talk but quickly turned into a threat

‘but thats for tomorrow. so go home and rest up. expect what is to come’

you were just wanting to leave lmao

like you wanted to hurry home and make something for the guys to eat tomorrow

just do something to make them at least smile

the guys were quietly packing up and you watched them with trembling eyes at their dismissal

you wanted them to stay longer

stay here and laugh and mess around

like tsumu poking kita and pretending he didnt

or mimi talking about something and aran staring blankly at him but he’s really sleeping with his eyes open and startling him awake

‘guys!’

you shouted

they all stopped and turned to look at you

‘hm?’

hitoshi asked

you hurriedly looked around to find something to stall them here and you noticed the cherry blossom tree that’s blooming 

must be the time of the year

‘l-lets! have a-take a picture! outside! by the tree!’

you pointed and they looked at each other

you were acting strangely

but they were simps for you so they just nodded and went outside

they didnt even complain and went to stand out in front of the tree

you had your phone and pulled it to the camera app to raise it to get the team in the frame

they looked sad and tired and worn out but they were still trying to joke around and have natural smiles

‘closer, you guys! bunch in closer!’

you motioned with one hand but they stopped

‘um? y/n? aren’t you gonna join us?’

ren asked but you shook your head

‘its? for you guys? besides, no one will take it for us, silly’

the boys insisted on you prop it up on a bench over there because they wanted you there with them

‘hey, come here! lets all be in it!’

aran shouted and you had no choice but to follow them

the boys had to stand closer to the camera as the bench was a ways ahead of the tree but dont worry, the tree is still there

they wanted you in the front bc they were all taller than you but they really wanted to showcase you

you were their manager and the person who took care of them

they treasure you so much

‘smile!!!’

someone shouted and the timer hit zero and the picture was taken

sure, their school’s motto was that they didnt need things like memories

to not have anything tying you down to the past and to challenge yourself with everyone focusing on the future ahead

in years from now, you could just be another thing from their past and nothing else

but they would be damned if that happened

any fragment of you to remind them of the best time of their youth and the person who loved them more than anyone else did

so yea, sure they wanted to represent their school’s motto

but this time

they can make an exception

a/n: HII!!!! IM BACK AND SUDDENLY IM ABLE TO WRITE AND FINISH THIS I SWEAR I CANT BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO PUBLISH THIS I CANT WITH THIS YALL IM LOWKEY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AND IM ASHAMED IM SO SORRY

[forevermerose]

Best Friend

Summary:

Becca and Gerard have been friends since they were 2 years old. Senior year is in session and Becca's feelings for Gerard are put on the line.

First time writing in a long while.

I don't own Donna, Mikey, or Gerard Way.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Original Character (Becca Masterson)

Word count: 5,218

Warnings: Mention of sexual protection 

 Thursday October 20, 1994

3:50 p.m

Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring

“Remember to read chapter 4! Have a good day everyone!” Everyone got up ignoring the teacher’s words to try to be the first one out of the room. I frantically shoved all my books into my bag, and hurried to the growing crowd of people blocking the door to get into the hallway. I somehow managed to squeeze to the front and sprinted towards my locker. When I arrived I sighed in relief, opened it and grabbed my gym bag, and slammed the door shut.

“Hey Becca! Are we still on for tonight or are you tutoring someone for history?” I jumped at the voice and lightly punched the guy the voice belonged to.

“Gerard, don’t scare me like that!” Gerard laughed at my reaction which made me laugh as well, and cool down to collect my thoughts.

“No history tutoring until next week. So we’re still on but I may be a little late. Tennis practice has been going on longer than expected this whole week.” We started walking the long journey to the tennis court engaging in conversation.

“Aww can’t you skip just this once. Please, for me!” Gerard gave me a look a child would give their parents asking for candy.

“As much as I would love to skip practice, I can't. I have that big tournament Saturday morning.” Gerard frowned in defeat. Causing me to feel bad.

“Can you at least stay the night? We could skip school tomorrow and you could practice at the court across from my house?” I thought about it for a while. Gerard and I never missed school and vacation wasn’t for another month. We also didn’t have tests tomorrow. I nodded my head at him.

“Sure thing! But I’m gonna need to grab an extra pair of clothes and pjs from my house.”

“I can go pick them up for you, to save you the drive. Your mom shouldn’t mind.”

“Mind? She’ll talk you into staying and make me go get your clothes.” We both laughed at the truth of our circumstances.

Gerard’s mom and my mom became best friends when my family moved into his neighborhood fifteenish years ago. As a result of that Gerard and I were taken everywhere with them from the age of two onwards. We grew closer from those outings becoming best friends to our mothers’ happiness.

“That sounds like Linda for you but with your tournament coming up I doubt she’ll do it,” Gerard said, shaking his head.

“I bet you driving the golf cart to get your clothes if she makes you stay,” Gerard looked horrified. The golf cart was my dad’s most prized possession. He wouldn’t let anyone drive it beside himself. Gerard thought for a moment and gave me a devilish smile.

“Fine but if I win then you have to clean Mikey’s fish tank.” I nearly gagged at that thought. I love fish and aquatic life but Mikey and fish don’t mix. His tank smelled terrible and no one knew why as the fish was still alive.

“Deal then.” I ran ahead of him waiting for him to catch up.

“Oh my gosh was Becca talking to that nerd?”

“Why’s that douchebag around Becca doesn’t he know his place?”

“Hey, nerd the dumpsters that way!”

I looked towards Gerard and saw his head was down with a look of defeat. I gave death glares towards the people calling him names and mouthed, ‘fuck you’ to them. Ever since I joined the tennis team people have been treating me as a “popular girl”. It also didn’t help that my history teacher appointed me to become the tutor for history due to my stellar grades. Guys would purposely flunk to come see me which annoyed me. I would reject their flirting and plead to go out with me resulting in them bullying Gerard, because he was the only guy I would hang out with. If only they would give him a chance would they see the incredible guy he is.

“I’m so sorry Gerard.”

“I’m not a douchebag.”

“Of course you aren’t! You’re my best friend. They are the douchebag or should I say dickbags.” Gerard smiled lightly at me and mouthed ‘thank you’. We walked in silence until we passed the gym. Gerard stopped causing me to as well and then ran ahead of me.

“It’s payback time!” He turned around and stuck his tongue out at me.

“Hey, wait for me!” I ran towards him, catching up.

We finally made it to the tennis court that sat next to the student parking lot, and parted our ways. I watched him get into his car and waved bye to him.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours!” I yelled and waved like a maniac. He displayed his signature lopsided smile, waved at me pulling his car out of the parking spot and drove towards the direction of our neighborhood. I sighed and pushed my long blonde hair behind my ear as the image of his car disappeared into the distance.

“Masterson! Stop drooling over your boyfriend and get changed!” I looked towards the direction of my coach and rolled my eyes walking to the court’s locker room to change. I wish he was my boyfriend.

I’ve had a crush on Gerard since the 6th grade. As much as our mothers would be thrilled to know this I couldn’t tell them or him. I couldn’t risk losing our friendship over some silly feelings. Besides who’s to say he has the same feelings for me. I walked out of the locker room in my white tennis uniform and sat on the bench. I still have this year with Gerard and then we’ll be going to college together in Boston. I smiled at the thought of having more time with him.

“Everyone we’re doing singles today so I need Masterson and Prescott up here!” I smiled at my coach's words and grabbed my racket. Since I was going first I could leave earlier. I got into place and stared at my teammate across the court. I watched her toss the ball up into the air, swinging her racket which sent the ball my way. I smiled as it came near me, gripping my racket tighter and swung.

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6:30 p.m.

“Masterson, great job out there. I expect good things from you come Saturday.”

“Really?”

“Yes really! Now go home.” I smiled at my coach’s words and ran to the locker room showers. After drying off I changed into some new clothes consisting of a purple long sleeve top, flared dark blue jeans, and black converse; and walked out to my car. I got in and pulled my bulky cell phone out calling Gerard.

“Hello?”

“Hello! So what’s the verdict?”

“So you were right and your mom’s currently making me food.” He sounded embarrassed which made me laugh.

“I told you so! I’ll be there in 7 minutes.”

“See you!” He hung up allowing me to throw my cellphone in the passenger seat.

I buckled up and pulled out of my parking space and drove out of the parking lot to the main road. I drove until I could see my house come into view and slowed down to pull into the driveway. I parked next to Gerard’s car, grabbed my bags and headed to the front door. I opened the door, throwing my bags on the bench next to it.

“Becca, honey is that you?” I heard my mom calling as I was locking up.

“Yeah it’s me!” I walked into the kitchen and saw Gerard and my mom talking at the table. I smiled and walked towards them hugging my mom from behind.

“Hey mom. I see you have very dashing company,” I said in a fake southern accent. Gerard gave me a confused look but decided to play along.

“That would be me and who might this delightful gal be?” We started laughing while my mom rolled her eyes.

“You two and your jokes. Becca, honey I had your dad pull out the air mattress it’s in your room. Gerard, you can sleep there and I’ll lay out bedding for you in a little while.” My mom smiled at both of us, and got up walking to the stove to steer her chili.

“Thanks mom!”

“Thanks Linda!” Gerard and I got up and walked upstairs to my bedroom. We collapsed on my bed and just layed like that for a moment in silence.

“Gerard, it seems I won the bet.” I turned my head to look at him and smiled.

“Yes, you did and now Dan is going to hate me forever.”

“I don’t think he will. He sees you as the son he’s never had.”

“You really think so?” He turned his head towards me with hopeful eyes.

“Hmm let me think. He lets you drive his car if you need it. He’s teaching you to play guitar. He lets you sleep in the same room as his daughter. And he gets excited when good things happen to you and sad when you get hurt. I think my dad likes you.”

“I guess you’re right.” He smiled back at me.

“So when are we going out then?” I got up to grab a blanket and wrapped it around me falling back into bed next to him.

“When it gets dark it’ll be more fun.” Gerard looked at me and started laughing.

“You look like E.T. with the blanket wrapped around you like that.” I looked at him confused and sprinted to my dresser’s mirror. To my dismay I did look like E.T. I threw my blanket at Gerard.

“Now I don’t look like E.T.” I turned to him and stuck my tongue out. He lightly laughed at me and got off my bed to look at my bookcase filled with VHS tapes.

“I never realized how many tapes you had.”

“My dad and you got me most of them.”

“I have to stop doing that as often. You have too many.”

“Let’s watch 16 Candles!” I exclaimed sitting next to him holding the tape’s box. He looked as if he was disgusted.

“Fine, no 16 Candles. What genre is it tonight?” I placed the tape back and turned to him.

“Horror.” I got excited at his words but didn’t want to pick something that scary since we’d be going out later.

“I want it to be a little scary. Since we still have to go to your place and get your clothes.” Gerard thought for a minute and had an ah ha moment.

“You wanna watch Carrie?” Gerard pulled the tape out and turned towards me with a questionable look. I nodded my head getting up and walked over to the TV to get it set up. I changed the channel to 3 and turned the VCR on. Gerard placed the tape in and hit play as I turned the lights off and ran to my bed to escape the fake monsters. I wrapped the blanket around me again making sure to keep it on my shoulders instead of my head. Gerard took a seat next to me and motioned for some blanket which I allowed. The blanket was wrapped around us and we laid back watching the movie, commenting here and there on the decisions some of the teens made. I eventually heard snoring half way through and turned my head to see Gerard asleep. I shook my head and turned my lamp on.

Knock-Knock

“Becca?” My door opened revealing my mom.

“Dinners ready honey.” My mom then noticed Gerard was passed out.

“Okay mom. We’ll be down in a minute.”

“Becca, honey we need to talk.” My mom motioned for me to come into the hallway. I walked out, closing the door and took a seat on the bench next to her.

“What’s going on?” I was nervous and scared at what she was going to say.

“Becca, I know Gerard and you are friends.” Oh another plea for us to date, I relaxed.

“But do you know if you two will start dating?” I looked down, shaking my head.

“Mom, no. I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Mom.” I lowered my head and frowned.

“Mom, if we start dating and it doesn’t work out, I will lose him.” I got teary eyed and wiped them away.

“Becca, you two have been best friends for 16 years. I’ve seen the way you two act around each other and it’s closer than friends.” I looked up at her wide eyed.

“What do you mean?”

“You guys are always at Donna’s or our house. When you two have a school project and it’s a partner one, you always pair up. You two sleep in the same room when you’re over to stay the night. For home coming the past two years you both went together and came home pretty late.”

“Mom, we’re just real good friends.” My mom shook her head at my response.

“When I went over to their house Monday to help get Mikey situated after his wisdom teeth got pulled, he mentioned something. He was very out of it from the medicine and was speaking truthfully. He mentioned to Donna and I about how Gerard is a chicken for not asking you out already. We asked him what he meant and he said Gerard has liked you since 5th grade.” My eyes grew wide and my heart started going a mile a minute.

“Mom.”

“Becca, You two love each other. You need to tell him soon. Donna mentioned he’s going to college in New York.” I was still in shock and slightly mad and hurt he never told me his college plans changed. I just nodded my head. My mom smiled at me and got up to tell my dad dinner was ready. I just sat there taking in what she said. I tried to shake those thoughts away to no success and walked back into my room leaving the door open. I walked over to Gerard and started shaking him.

“Hey, it’s dinner time.” I said in a low voice. He moved his head and groaned a bit. His eyes opened slightly to suddenly close back up viewing the light from the hallway. He turned around and started to stretch followed by a yawn.

“Okay, hold on.” His voice sounded groggy which made my heart speed up. He lazily got up from my bed and yawned again following me out of my room. We walked down the stairs, passed through the living room and into the kitchen sitting in our usual seats.

“There you two are.” My mother smiled at Gerard and me.

“They finally came out of her cave.” My dad looked at Gerard and me with a fake shocked expression.

“Dad!” I was embarrassed at his remark. Gerard laughed at my dad’s comment allowing me to relax. We ate with small conversations here and there. Once dinner ended we helped clean up and then ran back upstairs to my room.

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8:21 P.M.

“Your mom’s chili is the best. She needs to give my mom her recipe.” Gerard sat on the floor blowing the last bit of the air mattress up.

“Right? I’d like to taste Donna’s version. She always makes changes making it her own.” I pulled the fitted sheet out and started placing it on the bed.

“That’s my mom for you.” Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed the flat sheet and comforter placing it on the mattress. I pulled a pillow off my bed and placed it on the mattress. We looked over his “bed” for the night and felt something was missing. I turned to my bed and grabbed one of my teddy bears and placed it on his bed.

“Really?” Gerard jokingly asked.

“What Mr. Fuzzy bear will protect you.” I replied in a childlike manner. Gerard laughed at me and smiled.

“I know you’ve had him forever it seems.”

“Of course I do. You won him for me back at the fair.” I looked away so he wouldn’t see my blush and smiled.

“I didn’t think you’d keep him but I’m glad you did.” Gerard smiled at me and sat on my bed. I laid next to him still full from dinner. He crawled next to me and poked my cheek.

“Becca, you wanna go now?” I nodded my head enthusiastically and got up.

“Yes, let’s go!”

“First, let me mourn the life I had before your dad kills me” I rolled my eyes at his words.

“My dad loves you. I doubt he’ll be mad.” Gerard just shook his head and grabbed a spear jacket he left in my closet.

We shoved our shoes on and slowly walked down the stairs. My parents were nowhere in sight so we bolted to the garage door and opened it. It was colder than expected so I grabbed my winter coat and made Gerard wear one of my dad’s so he wouldn’t freeze to death. I opened the door to the garage again and grabbed the golf cart’s key from the key hook, and handed it to Gerard. Thankfully, my dad was just out in the cart giving us the advantage of a clear driveway and open garage.

We climbed into the cart and buckled up. Gerard nervously placed the keys in and started the cart up and backed out. He smoothly got us on the road and turned the radio on which relaxed him a bit. Gerard’s house was about 6 minutes away by car so we’d be there soon. I looked down at the radio and turned it to the alternative station.

“Becca look!” My head snapped up and looked where Gerard was pointing and my eyes went wide. A lot of the houses were fully decorated in lights and props for Halloween. I felt like a child again seeing the lights just made me forget about everything. I could tell Gerard felt the same way as he was driving slower than usual. He looked adorable with that goofy lopsided smile of his. My heart started to pound again and I felt a blush on my cheeks. Thankfully the cold weather could excuse it.

“Becca it feels like Christmas!” He was right; it felt like we walked into one of those parks that displayed Christmas lights everywhere. Sure we could have seen this in our car but nothing could beat the feeling we had right then. The cold autumn air hitting our face, the adrenalin we got from making turns that moved our body slightly out of the cart,  and the music and lights making us feel like the main character in a movie.

“Gerard, it's beautiful!” I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness but it quickly went away as we pulled into Gerard’s driveway.

He turned the cart off and unbuckled his seat belt.

“You coming?” I nodded my head and unbuckled my seat belt following him into the house. We walked down the basement stairs to Gerard’s room where he started shoving his clothes in a duffel bag, which led me to think about the conversation I had earlier with my mom. “”You guys are closer than friends. Gerard has liked you since the 5th grade. Donna said he’s going to a college in New York.”” I looked at Gerard and frowned. I didn’t want to be stuck as just his best friend. Especially since he’d be going to New York for school. The thought of another girl being with him made my blood boil. I had to tell him before he left. I was terrified but my mother’s words reassured me.

“You ready?” He turned back to me with a questionable stare.

“Gerard, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Gerard looked worried and took a seat on his bed which I followed.

“Did I say something wrong?” He sounded worried.

“No you didn’t. I just. I.” This is way harder than I thought it’d be. I looked down taking a deep breath in and out.

“Becca?” He lowered his head and lifted my face so he could see me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about going to college in New York instead of Boston?” He looked shocked and embarrassed.

“Becca I-I was gonna tell you but you had your heart set on Boston. I didn’t want you to change your mind because of me. That tennis program is perfect for you and you’re bound to be scouted there.” I understood what he meant but it still hurt he didn’t tell me.

“What’s in New York?” I was scared of the answer being a girl.

“The art program is amazing there. You know I love drawing comics. I feel I can do more with that than the math program at Boston. The college has connections with big animation and publishing companies too.”

“I know you’ve always loved drawing. It’s just I wish you told me sooner.” I lowered my head looking down trying to think straight. The realization of this being our last year together hit me and I couldn’t hold back my tears. Gerard pulled me into a hug and started rocking me.

“Becca we’ll still be friends.” Hearing him say friends snapped me back to my mother’s words. I took a deep in and out and looked up at Gerard.

“Gerard, there's something I need to tell you. Promise me things won’t change.” Gerard looked confused but nodded his head.

“Gerard, I really like you.” I stared at his face trying to figure out a response by his facial expressions. He smiled.

“Becca, I like you too. That’s why we’re best friends.” My stomach and my expression dropped.

“No Gerard, I like you more than a best friend. I love you.” I held my breath waiting on his response. His eyes went wide and mouth dropped. I allowed myself to breathe seeing his lopsided smile appear on his face.

“Really?” Gerard questioned and looked down at me.

“Yes, I’ve liked you since 6th grade.” Gerard lowered his head to me pressing his forehead against mine.

“Gerard?”

“Becca.” My face turned red. Gerard moved his head closer and pressed his lips against mine. I instantly felt a jolt of electricity go throughout my body. This felt so right. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer. I felt him smirk as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him falling back onto his bed. We lightly giggled at the sudden fall and continued kissing. This eventually turned into a make out session that was disturbed by the door swinging open.

“Gerard do you-.” Gerard and I pulled apart and sat on opposite sides of the bed with red faces.

“Nevermind.” Mikey’s face turned red from embarrassment and walked out of the room, closing the door. Gerard crawled towards me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer to him. I laid my head back relaxing into him and the bed. I never wanted this feeling to go away. We sat there for a minute in silence taking in what just happened.

“Becca, will you be my girlfriend?” My cheeks went red and my heart fluttered. I nodded my head enthusiastically.

“Of course so!” I broke away from his hug and turned around to kiss him. We fell back into a make out session but kept it short.

“We should get back to your place before Dan freak’s out.” I nodded my head and got off the bed with him. Gerard grabbed his bag and took my hand in his and walked up the stairs. When we got to the top of the stairs we heard Donna call for him.

“Gerard, are you home?” Gerard looked down at me and whispered, “stay here and wait till I tell her who’s here to come up.” I was confused since Donna loved it when I came over. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen where his mom was.

“Yeah mom?”

“Gerard, is Becca here? Dan’s golf cart is here and I know he doesn’t let anyone use it,” Donna sounded skeptical and worried.

“Becca? Oh you mean my girlfriend.” I felt that was my cue to walk up. I pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen and hugged Gerard. My eyes met a wide eye Donna. Her lips curved into a smile and her eyes filled with excitement.

“Becca, is this true?” I nodded my head and kissed Gerard’s cheek. Donna ran to us and hugged us saying how happy she was that one of her boys won my heart.

“I’m happy for you both. I’m guessing you have to leave since your dad’s golf cart is here.”

“Unfortunately yes.” I felt embarrassed on how she even knew my dad’s rule.

“Well, be careful getting home. Gerard, are you staying over or coming home?”

“I’ll be home tomorrow.” He motioned to his bag.

“Well again be careful you two.” Donna walked us both out and made sure we got on the road safely. We drove away waving bye and passed a couple houses before we heard a voice in the distance.

“Gerard, make sure to use protection!” Our faces went red and Gerard avoided eye contact with me until we started passing the houses with lights.

“Um sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. She’s just looking out for us.” Gerard slowed the cart down to take in the lights again.

“This really is beautiful. Can you imagine what they’ll do for Christmas?” Gerard turned to face me displaying his cute lopsided smile. I giggled at him and shook my head side to side.

“No I can’t but I know what we’re going to do in December.” We rode through the street of lights eventually speeding up once the lights disappeared.

“Hey, when we get back to your place. Do you want to watch 16 Candles?” I smiled in amazement at him and nodded my head.

“Yes please! What made you want to watch it? I thought you hated romance movies.”

“Well I just got an amazing girlfriend and I want to start showing her I care more about her interests. Plus I’m not that up to date on being romantic.” He smiled shyly towards me causing me to giggle.

“Your girlfriend sounds amazing.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d like her. She’s just like you.” I smiled at him and took his free hand in mine.

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9:15 p.m.

When we got back to my house we were scolded by my dad for taking the golf cart out. However, it was quickly forgiven when we told my mom and him we were officially dating. My mom had tears in her eyes and pulled me aside to give me “the talk” and told me where she stored the condoms. My face was red from embarrassment and all I wanted to do was disappear. Whereas for Gerard, my father pulled him aside telling him to take care of me, and he’d alway be there for him if he needed anything.

We finally escaped my parents and ran up to my room to change for bed. While Gerard was changing in the bathroom I was freaking out on what to wear. I couldn’t wear my normal matching pj set that looked like it belonged to my grandma. I tore my dresser apart until I found a cream silk set and threw it on. Gerard finally came out in a band tee and red checkered pants, while I put the last of my clothes back in the drawers.

“Are those new?” Gerard was confused and grabbed 16 Candles from the bookcase.

“Kind of.” I turned the TV on and took the tape from his hand and placed it into the VCR. We crawled onto my bed and grabbed the blanket we had earlier placing it over us and laid back. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his waist. He laid his head on mine and his hand on my arm. We stole kisses from each other every so often when the movie got a little dull.

Once the movie ended we turned everything off and Gerard moved to the air bed. I layed in bed under the cover missing his warmth and started tossing and turning. I couldn’t sleep still thinking about his presence and the possibility of staying together, because of the school choice I made.

“Gerard, are you up?” I turned over and looked down to see if I could make out his figure.

“Yeah. I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t either.” We stayed silent for a minute.

“I’m coming up.” I was confused by his statement and moved when I saw his figure coming towards me. He lifted the covers and slid into bed with something.

“I brought Mr. Fuzzy bear too.” I got excited and took the bear into my arms hugging it and turned the other way facing away from Gerard.

“Hey, what about me?” Gerard sounded hurt so I turned around and laid in the same position we did earlier.

“Sorry, I’m here now.” I looked up to meet his eyes and kissed him quickly.

“Come back here.” He pulled me up to his level and kissed me over and over.

“Gerard?” He stopped and pulled back.

“Yeah?”

“What about college? I know New York will work best for you but Boston is so far away.” I felt awful bringing the topic up again but I knew it would be hard to keep the relationship alive living 4 hours away from each other.

“We’ll make it work Becca. I know we will.” I nuzzled my head into his neck and sighed. Then something hit me. The tournament I had this Saturday would have scouts from the NCSA. If I got scouted by them then I could study history in New York. My face lit up and I jolted up scaring Gerard.

“Ah, what happened?”

“Gerard the NCSA will be there Saturday!”

“The what?”

“The National College Scouting Association. They help you connect to the best school in any state. Even if the school isn’t known for the sport you pick, they'll help you get into programs to help you.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“But what will you study if you don’t do tennis?”

“History, you know I love learning and reading about it.”

“That’s true and you’re pretty damn good at it.”

“Yes I am.” I layed back down and nuzzled my head into his neck.

“Becca, please don’t do this just for me. I don’t want you to give up your dreams of tennis”

“I’m not. Besides, my mom said I should have a plan b just in case tennis didn’t work out. Plus do you really think I could play tennis as a career my whole life?” Gerard shook his head no and pulled me closer kissing the top of my head.

“No, I don't see you doing that the rest of your life.” Gerard started gently rubbing my arm.

“Hey Becca, I love you.”

“I love you Gerard.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

We shared one last kiss before falling asleep in each other's arms.

-Becca Masterton has officially left the friend zone.-