#and one of my classmates got like a box but when she opened it

[faggotwalkwithme]

dude 2days french class is so funny.

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Could you do something with the Cullens where the reader has a meltdown at school and they find out it’s because they have diabetes and their blood sugar dropped and they can’t find their juice box they packed just in case

❝i need a juice box❞

✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) has diabetes and their sugar intake tends to drop quite a bit hence why their always remember to bring a pack of juices with them everywhere, not only does it help but it’s tasty too. But then one day her juice boxes bust in her locker, so what does any frustrated person do? Have a mental breakdown like it’s the end of the world, luckily some classmates of hers has her back

✭ authors note : Ayo ignore that juice part that says no sugar added 😭 i used the first picture i seen of juice and those shits be bustin. Ah and I’ve been watching anime lately so i apologize in advance for the lack of writing I’m putting out

✭ twilight masterlist 2

(Y/N) had always been well-acquainted with the delicate balance of her health. Diabetes wasn't just a condition for her; it was a family legacy. With half her family members wrestling with the same ailment, it was almost a rite of passage.

The sun had barely risen over Forks as she hurriedly got ready for her first day at Forks High School. This new beginning was daunting enough, but it became even more challenging with the knowledge that her diabetes would be a constant companion throughout the day.

As she zipped up her school bag, she made sure to slot in her lifeline - a package of juices. These juices were her safety net, ensuring her blood sugar levels stayed within a safe range. She had diligently followed this routine every day, her tiny insurance policy against hypoglycemia.

With her backpack securely on her shoulders, (Y/N) headed downstairs to the kitchen. Her mom greeted her with a warm smile, understanding the importance of this daily ritual. "Don't forget your juices, dear," she reminded.

(Y/N) grabbed the chilled package from the fridge and slipped it into her bag. "Thanks, Mom," she said, returning the smile. Her mom's familiarity with diabetes had always been a source of comfort.

Minutes later, she was out the door and on her way to Forks High School. The campus buzzed with excitement, but (Y/N) couldn't help feeling a bit of trepidation. New school, new faces, and the relentless specter of diabetes were a lot to handle.

History class was her first stop, and she found a seat next to a boy named Jasper. They exchanged polite nods as she settled into her chair, trying to focus on the teacher's introduction.

Then it happened. A discreet but insistent beep emanated from her wrist. Her watch timer, meticulously set to remind her when to take her juice, had gone off. This was the crucial moment to maintain her blood sugar levels. With practiced ease, she reached into her bag to retrieve her juice, only to discover her heart-sinking realization – it wasn't there.

Panic started to creep in, her fingers trembling as she fumbled through her bag in desperation. Jasper, noticing her distress, leaned closer. "Is everything okay?" he asked in a concerned whisper.

(Y/N) could feel her face flush with anxiety. She mumbled, "I think I left my juice in my locker. I need to go get it."

The teacher, Mrs. Thompson, glanced their way. "Is there a problem?"

(Y/N) stuttered, "I just need to grab something from my locker. It won't take long, I promise."

Mrs. Thompson nodded, granting her permission to leave the class. Her heart raced as she hurried out the door, fervently hoping that her juice would be where she thought it was.

(Y/N) practically sprinted through the hallways, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of waiting another four hours until lunch without her juice was unbearable. She needed to retrieve her lifeline from her locker, and she needed it now.

Finally, she reached her locker, a sense of relief washing over her as she yanked it open. But that relief quickly turned to frustration as she stared at the sight before her. Her textbooks had fallen over and, in a cruel twist of fate, had crushed the juice boxes. Their colorful packaging was torn and sticky liquid seeped from the ruined containers.

"No, no, no," she muttered in frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. It felt like the universe was conspiring against her today, and the overwhelming weight of her situation crashed down on her shoulders. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she would make it through the day without her juice.

Just when it seemed like her world was spiraling out of control, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, are you okay?" It was Rosalie, a girl she barely knew, but one of the few familiar faces in this new school.

(Y/N) blinked back tears and explained what had happened, her voice quivering with anxiety. "I don't know what to do. I can't wait until lunch without my juice."

Rosalie glanced at the sticky mess inside her locker and then at Emmett, who had joined them. "That's totally not cool," he said, sympathy in his eyes. "I'll grab you something from the vending machine. What do you want?"

(Y/N) opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a word, Emmett had already taken off down the hallway. She looked helplessly after him, torn between gratitude and a sense of intrusion.

Rosalie placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it," she said with a warm smile. "Once Emmett's made up his mind, that's that. He's a bit overbearing at times, but he means well."

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile through her frustration. In this unexpected moment of crisis, she had found a glimmer of kindness and support. Sometimes, it took a helping hand to make a bad situation feel a little more manageable.

Just when (Y/N) thought her day couldn't get any stranger, Emmett returned with a comical surplus of juice boxes in his arms. He had not come back with just one or two; he had brought what looked like a small grocery store worth of them.

"Emmett! What are you doing?" Rosalie exclaimed, smacking him on the back of the head. She looked at the impressive stack of juice boxes with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Emmett shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "I didn't know how many she wanted, so I just grabbed them all."

(Y/N) stood there, stunned and grateful. She couldn't believe the lengths this stranger was going to in order to help her out. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Emmett chuckled. "No problem at all. It's better to have too many than not enough, right?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes but wore a fond smile. "You always do this, Emmett. How are you going to carry all of them?"

Emmett scratched his head, looking a bit perplexed. "I'll just carry them around until we see her again at lunch. She can take what she needs now."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "I don't even know how to thank you both enough," she said, reaching out to take a handful of juice boxes, about six of them. It was a bit heavy, but she could manage.

Emmett grinned, his good-naturedness shining through. "You're welcome. Anytime you need help, just let us know."

Rosalie gave (Y/N) a playful shove. "Girls gotta help girls, right?"

With her backpack now considerably heavier with the added juice boxes, (Y/N) felt a newfound sense of belonging. These two strangers had shown her kindness and support when she needed it most, and she couldn't help but feel that Forks High School might not be such a daunting place after all. As they walked her back to class, she couldn't help but smile, grateful for this unexpected friendship.

Lunchtime arrived, and (Y/N) entered the bustling cafeteria with her stack of juice boxes, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. She looked around, wondering where to sit when she heard a familiar voice booming across the room.

"Hey, juice girl!" Emmett called out, waving enthusiastically from a table on the other side of the cafeteria. His infectious energy drew the attention of many students, and a few curious glances followed her as she made her way toward him.

A warm smile stretched across her face as she approached Emmett's table. He had saved her from a diabetic crisis earlier in the day, and now he was offering her a seat at his table, as if she were already part of their group.

"Thanks," she said, taking a seat next to Emmett, her stack of juice boxes settling beside her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that she hadn't expected to find so quickly in this new school.

As she settled in and started unpacking her lunch, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness of her new friends. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to her, and it made Forks High School feel a little less dauntin

Emmett introduced his siblings to (Y/N) with a playful grin. "This is Rosalie, my lovely and sometimes overly responsible partner, and this," he gestured dramatically to a young man who had been quiet until now, "is Edward, our resident brooding poet."

“Partner?”

“It’s complicated,” Rosalie says but she gave (Y/N) a warm smile, and Edward nodded in acknowledgment, his expression more reserved.

Emmett couldn't resist a teasing grin as he turned to (Y/N). "And, of course, you already know me, the one who saved the day earlier—your trusty juice retriever." He emphasized the last part, a playful twinkle in his eye.

“Then there’s Alice and jasper but I’m not sure where those two are at the moment.” He added.

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh at Emmett's description. "Yes, my hero," she replied, her gratitude evident in her tone.

Edward, who had been observing the interaction quietly, couldn't resist a smirk. "Emmett and his heroic acts. Quite the storyteller, he is."

Emmett chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I just wanted to make sure our new friend here didn't pass out from low blood sugar."

(Y/N) felt a sense of warmth and camaraderie settling in at the table. These strangers had quickly become friends, and she was grateful for their support. With a newfound sense of belonging, she joined in the conversation, feeling more at ease in this new school than she had thought possible.

[pinksilkribbons]

COLLAGE: yan! classmate

CW/TW: non-consensual candid photos, elijah has a shrine of [name], mentions of praying to and basically viewing another human being as god, small implication of a boner, general yandere stuff ig.

You guys my last post on Elijah got quite a few likes I’m so glad y’all like him!! He’s my least developed OC so i decided to write more on him and develop his character. I’ll post some of my others soon!

Ever since he bought his new polaroid, Elijah has discovered a new side of himself. At the beginning he’d only taken pictures of you and hung them around his closet.

But eventually…he grew tired of it. Not of his darling, no! Of course not! But…it was rather difficult to sneak photos of you without getting caught. Not to mention the majority of them turned out blurry anyway.

Something needed to change.

He didn’t just want pictures of you at school. He wanted pictures of everything. When you’re angry, when you’re sad, when you’re eating. Pictures in normal clothes instead of a school uniform for fucks sake!

In the beginning school was the easiest (and only) way he could gain access to you, but now it’s proving to make his job that much harder. There’s too many risks involved.

With a dramatic sigh he shut his closet door, making sure to click the padlock into place. After hanging so many pictures of you on his closet walls he decided it would be wise to invest in a lock.

He knows it isn’t normal. Taking pictures of people without asking isn’t normal. Being so deeply obsessed with someone isn’t normal.

But not being normal doesn’t make him bad. Just…more passionate!

“Hey mama?”, He asks, trudging down the stairs.

His mother turns away from her phone with a quick glance his way. Her head tilts up as if to silently ask him what he needs.

“You aren’t using these magazines anymore, are you?”

A small stack of magazines with a bunch of ‘trendy fashion’ labels catches his eye. On the front cover a young lady with blonde hair is posed in a field of flowers. The lady, however, isn’t what he’s interested in.

She laughs playfully and watches Elijah pick up the stack. “Well, not exactly. But why do you need them? I’ve never known you to be interested in fashion.”

Elijah feels a rush of red to his cheeks. A part of him feel dirty. Perverted, even. It’s clear his mother is implying something dirty, and while she isn’t even wrong, he’s probably planning something much worse than whatever she’s imagining right now.

It takes a few good seconds for his mind to come up with a plausible excuse. “W-well, I’m not interested in fashion! I just need some material for this project in art class.”

Luckily his mom doesn’t question him further. She definitely rolled her eyes at him though, clearly not believing his story.

As soon as he makes it back to his room Elijah is quick on his feet. He rushes over to his closet so quickly he almost falls over. A pulse of excitement gushes through his body as he begins to unlock his closet door.

The password to which is his darlings birthday, of course!

Upon opening the door, one wouldn’t suspect much of anything. Clothes, shoes, some random boxes, but nothing out of the ordinary. The real magic is in the far right corner, at the very bottom of the wall.

So far his collection is pretty small. The few photos he does have are all taped beside one another, carefully placed to ensure nothing is crooked or overlaps with the other. This small corner is Elijah’s entire life.

He lives and breathes [Name]. In fact, every morning, without fail, he finds himself in this exact position; sitting on his knees, admiring his darling. He bows his head and prays to your existence.

The amount of sheer joy your being grants him should never be taken lightly. Elijah is a good boy. He’s thankful. And He proves it every single morning.

“I feel kinda bad, cutting up her picture like this”, he mumbled to himself. His hands carefully maneuvered the scissors, making sure to save as much of his darlings face as possible.

Believe it or not it came out pretty good! Next he needed to cut the cover from his mom’s fashion magazine, which proved to be the real challenge.

The blonde lady on the cover was dressed in a blue flowy sundress. From the moment he saw it Elijah knew that dress was meant to be his darlings. The chances of him getting a real photo of you in this dress were zero, but he’d like to think he’s quite creative!

To finalize his creation he glued [Name]’s head onto the models face, successfully dressing her in the beautiful gown. Just imagining her in such an outfit had his heart racing and pants tightening.

It made him feel proud knowing he found a way to grow his collection while also reducing the risk of getting caught. Next time he visited the library, Elijah would be sure to pick up a few books on collaging.

You truly did bring out a new side of him. Who knew he was so artistic?

[loveyhoons]

YOU’RE MINE⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ | s.jh

pairing: sim jaeyun x f!reader

genre: tatbilb! inspired, fake relationship!

synopsis: when you and jake get into an argument, you decide to get over your fear of driving by yourself and tell him how much he means to you

featuring: jake & sunoo of enhypen, ej from &team

word count: 3.0k words

warnings: cussing, kissing

author’s note: hi everyone, long time no see 😭👍🏼 i decided to put out a little au for you all since i have not published something in a while! rest assured, i hope to get my other fics out hopefully very soon, but i am currently still in the process of writing them!!

if you watched tatbilb this is loosely inspired by that movie, i recently rewatched it and was like let me write something up

hope you all like this one :)

You stopped at the red light, tapping your fingers back and forth on the steering wheel.

You hated driving when you didn’t need to-more like when you weren’t alone either.

You constantly looked back and forth on your side mirrors, hoping the light would turn green soon. You did not know whether it was the cup of coffee you had this morning or that talk you had with your older sister’s ex-boyfriend EJ yesterday afternoon but it all seemed to snowball to this very moment.

Scratch that, it all was valid reasons why you were feeling this way- more specifically why you were feeling all these things for one person.

Jake Sim.

It all started in October last year when you both agreed to mutually get into a fake relationship.

With your younger sister sending out all your love letters in the mail (that were supposed to be kept a secret), you were in deep trouble.

According to her, she wanted your life to have some spice in it-whatever that meant. Well, what you didn’t know was that when you almost backed up and almost hit Jake on the first day of school, she immediately thought she could give you a little push. And with his name matching up with one of the letters she so happened to see in that little teal box, she knew what had to be done.

You remember running laps in PE, trying to ignore the sunlight and get the period over with. You stopped out of nowhere hearing Jake call your name. You turned around, seeing him walk over towards you, leaving you behind as your classmates ran ahead, getting further and further away.

As soon as you saw a letter in his hand, you felt your heart race. You recognized the pink paper and saw it was accompanied by a brown envelope- one with a forever stamp that had a blue bird on it, the design you ever so remember: it was the one you used for all your love letters at that spur of the moment you had back in freshman year.

Whenever you had a crush so intense to the point you felt like your heart was about to be ripped out of your chest, you wrote love letters. You remembered storing the letters in the teal box your Mom gave to you shortly before she passed.

You thought that keeping it safe inside the box was like a metaphor in a sense. The teal box was like your heart. It saved all these bottled up emotions you knew that you would keep and never reveal even in a million years.

But, it all went wrong once it got into the hands of those 5 guys you wrote to.

EJ your sister’s ex who happened to be your neighbor.

Heeseung Lee from summer camp.

Jake Sim from seventh grade.

Beomgyu Choi, your homecoming date in freshman year.

and Sunghoon Park from Model UN.

You mumbled to yourself, trying to decipher if this was real or reality. You then passed out and felt like you were in a dream.

A very bad dream.

Jake ran towards you, unsure of what to do. You slowly woke up, hearing the worried tone of his voice as soon as you opened your eyes.

You remembered sitting up as Jake bombarded you with questions asking if you needed water or needed to go to the nurse’s office.

And out of nowhere, EJ then appeared walking from where Jake came from, also holding a love letter in his hands. As he came down towards you, you gulped, immediately freaking out.

You kissed Jake out of nowhere as soon as EJ called out your name, immediately earning yourself an extra lap to run after.

Jake was shocked-well the both of you were. You could not believe you did that and was baffled over the whole situation.

What you didn’t know was that this would all be the start of your little contract.

Jake just broke up with his ex girlfriend a month prior to school starting. His ex was also your old best friend from middle school.

It was in the 7th grade when you both had a huge fight that would then lead to you breaking things off.

You all were at a mutual friend’s birthday party. It was a classic game of spin the bottle and the bottle landed on you then on Jake. Your mutual friend dared you to kiss Jake on the cheek.

And little did you know your best friend had a huge crush on him. And that was the end of your friendship. She just left you and you still wondered why it even happened.

With the both of you needing a favor from each other (Jake thought this could be something you would do in return for that kiss), you both agreed to make Jake’s ex jealous and you agreed to keep it up in order for EJ to not talk to you.

You really couldn’t face him at all after what happened, especially with your sister. You were at the last resort of options and decided to make a whole contract with Jake.

Anyways, it only really was supposed to be until the annual ski trip in December before winter break…right?

You would then hold hands in school, have the love letters you ever so wanted written to you, and the recreation of scenes from classic romantic comedies you loved watching with your sisters on those warm summer nights.

Jake would spin you around, give you the biggest back hugs, and wear your scrunchies on his wrist even if you weren’t there physically with him.

“What’s this?” You ask Jake as you hold the folded piece of paper in your hands. You unfolded it, seeing a paragraph on the top half.

He smiled, pointing towards it. “Your daily love letters Y/L/N.”

You read the cheesy paragraph to yourself, smiling. You looked up to him, trying not to giggle. “Who knew you were so good at writing?”

“It’s only for you.” Jake nodded his head. “You ask and you shall receive.”

It felt nice. You hated to admit you liked it. Maybe it was the fact you never had a boyfriend or the way you always so wished to experience what it would feel like to live in your own little romantic comedy.

But at the same time, you felt a wave of sadness knowing it was just all for show.

You knew things would end with Jake eventually and this would all be a nice dream you’d have to wake up to. He would eventually be back with his ex and your relationship would just be another silly thing that would slowly fade from your memory.

You felt like shit too, hiding this all from your older sister knowing you told her everything beforehand. After she left for her study abroad to France, you had no idea how to tell her about Jake or what was going on between you and EJ.

You felt overwhelmed, unsure of what to do.

And then the annual Ski trip came around and when things really started to become a bit different for you both.

You realized you fell for Jake and you wanted this relationship to be real. You wanted him-but this time as your actual boyfriend.

And that’s when you heard he was at the swimming pool. And that’s when you both shared a passionate kiss, as he also admitted to falling for you in the process too.

“Fuck, I’m going to look insane.” You mumbled to yourself, taking in a deep breath. You got into the pool, removing your bath robe. Feeling a bit chilly in your nightgown, you quickly went towards Jake. He gulped a little, flustered. He felt his heart race.

“Why didn’t you sit next to me on the bus?” Jake asked as you floated next to him.

“I figured you’d want some alone time with your ex, that’s all.” You replied a bit reluctant.

“But she’s not my girlfriend Y/L/N.” Jake bit his lip. “You are.”

“Jake-”

“I think we need to end the contract now.”

You raised your eyebrow. You could feel the disappointment and the heavy feeling in your chest. Shit, should you even still confess how you really feel?

Jake then grabs your hands as he sighed. “I don’t want to be in a fake relationship, I want us to have a fresh start with each other, I want to make things real. Rip the contract whatever we had written on there doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Wait Jake.” You felt your voice squeak a little in shock. “You’re not joking?”

“No Y/L/N. I really like you. Who were we kidding, getting ourselves into this situation? I feel like I’m just blabbing on and on but I do hope you feel the same.”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn. Nodding your head, you then placed your lips on his as he held you closer to him.

As you pulled away, you whispered in a smile. “Don’t worry, I feel exactly the same.”

He wrapped his arms around you as the two of you embraced in another kiss.

You felt like your life was turning for the better after that. You thought you and Jake could just rip up that contract and call it a day as soon as you both got back from the trip.

But things would only crumble from there.

As soon as you got off the bus the day after, Jake’s ex taunted you.

You thought you had lost that scrunchie- the first one you gave to Jake on that first week upon dating.

But why was it on her wrist?

You remember storming off, not even saying bye to Jake, just out of it, baffled as if whatever happened the evening prior felt like nothing even mattered.

Then your sister came home from France and found out about your little letter to EJ (thanks to him interrupting your family dinner on Christmas Eve).

Jake happened to show up at the same time as EJ did and the two ended up almost in a fight. Jake wanted to explain that nothing happened and to apologize for the scrunchie but then EJ bursted out and spoke about how he felt, confused as to why you were dating Jake.

Little did you know your older sister was behind the front door the entire time, accidentally hearing everything from the love letter to you and Jake being in a fake relationship.

She was speechless to say the least. She was disappointed you held everything in and did not tell her anything, telling you, you should not go through anything alone.

You cried on your pillow that evening, not even able to fully process how things went wrong so quickly. You remember feeling defeated and as if the Christmas spirit just washed away the next day.

And to make matters worse as soon as you got back from break, a mysterious person posted a video of you and Jake’s heated moment at the pool.

And you remember storming off on Jake, calling it quits.

It hit you that you may have lost the best person that ever happened to you.

And you didn’t know how to accept losing another important person in your life.

After you and your older sister worked things out, she was successfully able to get that video off Instagram (thankfully the help center was ever so helpful).

You made amends-somewhat- with Jake’s ex who admitted to posting the video on a burner account. She admitted the whole spin the bottle situation was why you both stopped becoming friends and left you in pure shock.

Even though you did not understand why she could not just tell you in the first place long ago, you accepted it already happened.

You could not just go back in time and undo things, you needed to face what was in front of you.

You eventually worked things out with EJ. You explained everything and apologized for the way you acted.

“Who cares if it was fake?” EJ snickered as he shook his head. He shifted his position a bit on the stair you both sat on. He tried not to laugh, glancing at you. “I could tell it wasn’t fake for you. You had that type of look in your eyes. It reminded me how your sister looked at me when we were together.”

“EJ, you’re funny but I really don’t know anymore.” You replied, hugging your knees.

“If Jake fucks this up, I hope he knows I won’t let him off easily.” EJ snapped. “This is not only for you but also for your sister. I rest my case.”

Your front door then swiftly opened to your younger sister who sat in the middle of you both. She had the teal box in her hands and took off the lid, showing the contents inside.

Instead of those love letters you wrote in the past, it was filled with the love letters that Jake wrote you. All of those letters were stored inside, each folded like how he gave it to you.

“I may have eavesdropped-I didn’t mean to okay.” Your younger sister awkwardly said. She then took one of the letters and held it up. “But I hope this gives you more of a reason to get back with Jake-not that I need a ride to school or anything. Also please, I hate to see you crying over the smallest things. I need him back in our lives. I don’t know if I can stand hearing your bitter thoughts in every romcom we watch now any longer.”

You looked at your sister in utter shock.

“The kid has spoken.” EJ smiled as he stood up. He then cooed, looking towards you. “It’s up to you now whether or not you want to put it in action.”

Now here you are on a Sunday afternoon, driving to the school campus to find Jake.

You texted his friend Sunoo in the morning who also was on the soccer team with him.

It turned out the team had practice on the weekends as the soccer season was starting once again. Sunoo texted you right after practice ended and said that Jake should still be there as practice ended a bit later than expected.

So you grabbed your keys as soon as Sunoo texted back, immediately driving out of your driveway and onto the road.

Jake was left behind according to Sunoo as it was his turn to put the soccer balls back into the large shed by the PE locker rooms.

This was the first time you drove by yourself.

That fear of yours didn’t seem to matter at all in the moment.

You just needed to make sure you would make it before Jake would leave. You could not keep your feelings to yourself anymore.

You pulled into the right school parking lot and parked your car in one of the empty spots. You got out quickly and pressed the lock button on your car keys, immediately running towards the field.

As you walked into the campus and straight to the field, you panted for a little. You stopped at the field entrance, scanning the area for Jake.

You then spotted him, putting the soccer balls into the large bags towards the sides by the left bleachers. You ran again and called out his name, going straight towards him.

Jake turned towards your direction and turned his head slightly, making sure he wasn’t hearing things.

You then stopped in front of him and sighed. “Holy shit, I feel like I’m in PE.”

“Did you drive here…alone?” Jake asked in shock as you nodded your head. He put down the bag of soccer balls, kicking it towards the side.

“Yes. I drove here alone.” You said a bit out of breath as you walked closer to him. “That’s not important right now.”

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I’ll just- you know what, I’ll just say whatever I am feeling right now.” You looked at him and started to speak, feeling your voice break a little. “Jake I’m so sorry for not texting you the past few weeks and for ignoring you. I just needed time to think things out.” You sighed. “I am so sorry I didn’t work things out and just left you in the dark. I realized through all of this that I want you. I want us. I want to fight for you like you did for me this entire time. I want to experience the good and bad times with you. I just want you here,

I want you with me.”

Jake’s eyes widened as his lips pursed into a smile. “I’m sorry too. I swear we didn’t do anything with each other and I feel stupid for not getting back your scrunchie and just letting her do whatever she wanted to do. I just- after you going no contact with me I didn’t know what to do then with the video being posted. Fuck, I didn’t mean for that to happen either.”

What’s done is done. I am leaving that in the past.” You replied. “I just wanted to get it out of my chest whatever I’m feeling because truthfully I like you a lot Jake. I understand if you don’t want to get back together- I just want you to know so I can get closure- we can get closure, heck I think I just got over my fear of driving alone.”

“Woah slow down you’re getting ahead of yourself!” Jake chuckled, trying to calm you down.“Sunoo sorta told me you texted him this morning…I was kind of expecting you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “He wasn’t supposed to say anything.”

Jake cupped your cheeks in his hands and sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

You intently looked up at him as he clicked his tongue. “There is no way I am letting you go L/Y/N. We will make this work I am sure of it. You think I would really let you go after what happened in the seventh grade?”

“Not you mentioning it again, I can’t believe you still remember that…” You shook your head in embarrassment.

“I’m just telling the truth.” Jake said defensively as you smiled. He then took a deep breath and asked,”Now, the real question is… can I be your boyfriend-like your real one?”

You smiled, nodding your head. “Didn’t need to ask, I'm all yours.”

Jake pulled you in for a kiss as you moved in, standing closer towards him. And you stayed like that for a little while, relieved that you found your way back to him.

© loveyhoons , 2024

landing page | masterlist

[ajortga]

the forgotten letter

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

a/n- ahh guys it's finally here! probably one of the longest word count story i've done with around 6k words, but yes! for the people who voted on my poll, i did both angst and happy ending<3. i hope you enjoy!

thank you for 100 followers, i guess this is a special!

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You think you loved Tara for as long as you could remember.

Well, years later, you think you loved her ever since you laid eyes on her, if you knew what love meant.

It was like a click, a connection, the kind of love you didn't even know was real out of movies.

But it was, it all was when you met Tara.

You had met her in second grade, well, you could say a year after. How could you forget that every day, you were on the swings, and the only reason was to be able to see Tara eating at the same table with her lunch box without being caught staring. You always looked at the sky when she turned, sometimes you would make eye contact and she'd give you the sweetest smile that made you kick your feet and giggle till you fell asleep with a smile on your face two nights in a row.

You were always a shy soul when it came to making conversations with strangers, especially someone as beautiful as Tara, with her wavy, long hair that seemed to always be perfect. A little messy? You wouldn't dare to say that, one small messy hair is like realizing how it complimented the girl you thought was perfect enough. Her dark brown eyes seemed to have stars in them, you loved stars. 

The first time you made an interaction, it was the same procedure, lunch-time bell rings, your classmates squeal, you all run out, and you make your way to the second swing that was next to the lunch tables. Then you'd wait and wait, till you saw her, then you'd swing, even though you weren't very good, you only got a foot high at most times. 

Usually, when you would swing, your friends would be there, but when you told them about Tara, and how you said, "I think she's very very very pretty." They all laughed, saying "ewwwwww.." They kind of left you by yourself on the swings from then forward.

You were sad, but that didn't stop you from always looking at her. 

Tara noticed, you were staring at your feet, swinging lowly and she felt bad, she didn't like strangers, but she always saw you, it was like you were friends. So she abandoned her lunch box and walked over to you. 

"Hi.. Do you want me to help swing you? My sissy Sam taught me some ways so you could swing higher! I can push you if you want!"

You looked up at her mouth open as they quickly turned into a wide smile, Tara thought it was cute. 

"Yes please! I-I don't know how to swing very high.."

She giggled, shaking her head as she approached closer behind you, where the handles were, "I know, every day you are here and every time, I see you swing and swing! But your friends.. They aren't here. Are they absent?"

You shook your head, a little pout showing, "No.. They.." You didn't know what to say, and as much as you wanted to lie.. You couldn't to this girl that made you smile. "I come here and see you every day, and I always want to talk to you, but I feel weird and not comfy when I try talking to people I don't know very well. My mommy says it's called being shy. I think you are very pretty. My friends don't like when people say that. They say it's yucky. So now I'm a little lonely."

Tara looked surprised, but it quickly turned into a small smile, tilting her head, "You think I'm pretty?"

You nod your head up and down, "I think you are very pretty, I see these stars in your eyes that no one else has, I think it's cool."

She smiles, happily, "I think you're very pretty too! Wow! I never been called pretty! Thank you! Wow!"

You turn to her and give her a smile you never knew existed, it looked so happy, "Thank you!"

"My name is Tara by the way. Tara Carpenter!"

"I'm Y/N! Y/N Y/L/N! That name fits you.. Tara.. I don't think I'll remember that.." (That was a lie, you memorized it by the time you got home and asked your mom to write it on your notebook..) "I think I'll have to call you a shorter name.. Like.. Cheese!" 

She makes a small grimace, but it looked so cute, "Cheese? You're funny!"

You both giggled as you give her a cheeky grin, "I think we'll be really good friends."

"Me too," She says with a soft voice, pushing you on the swings, higher than  you could ever imagine. You could see the clouds and felt like you could touch them, but most of all, you could see her name in the sky. 

"Tara Carpenter," You whispered to yourself with a squeal as Tara pushed you higher.

- - 

In 6th grade, your parents had a big fight that made your eyes go wide, making you hide under your bed as you clawed at your ears, silently sobbing. Sure they fought and it could be bad, but this one was different, it was worse, screaming, crying, your walls shaking and random things being thrown. You found out that they got divorced.

Then at that night, you grabbed your phone and opened your window with tears in your eyes, going to Tara's house, running as fast as you could move.

You climbed up the ladder that Tara had shown you and crawled to her room on top of the house, knocking quietly on her window, sniffling.

A long moment later, you could see her shadow as she opened it, rubbing her eyes as she looked at you, "Y/N?"

Then, she looked up at your face, the only light was from her lamp and the moonlight, finally seeing your tear stained cheeks and crying eyes.

"You're crying," She says, concern flooding through her features as she pulled you inside and onto her bed. 

She sat next to you as you stared at her stuffed animal.

"Not too much.." You murmur, tears daring to fall down again.

"Why?"

Should you tell her something that has been going on for almost your whole life?..

"My parents fought today.. Oh Tara.. It was terrifying.. There was screaming, crying, I heard so many things being thrown and I tried everything.. It just w-wouldn't stop.. They.. I.. They..." You sniffle, your mouth opening to let out soft cries, she knew what happened, your mom and dad weren't together anymore.

Something in Tara broke, she couldn't see you cry. Seeing you cry made her eyes water, especially someone like you.

She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer, making you sob against her chest, rubbing circles behind your back, something she learned in the past. 

"It's all going to be okay. I'm here. I won't ever leave you."

Your lip trembles, looking up at her, "Do you really promise?"

She can see it in your eyes, fear. You don't want her to leave you. 

"I promise."

You nod against her chest, turning away from her so your back is facing her stomach as she hugs you.

A moment passes before you turn to her again, she could see something swimming underneath those eyes, uncertainty. 

"Do you really promise? Y-You're all I have."

Tara can feel her heart squeeze as she nods, nuzzling your nose. "I really promise."

You nod, "I trust you. I always trust you." You whisper, sniffling as you hug her, your nose buried against her chest as you cry, cries turning more muffled as she can sense your beginning to fall asleep. You never heard, but as you slept, she kissed your forehead quickly, whispering a small, "Love you."

- -

When Tara was 15, her parents divorced like yours, and both her dad and sister left her. She didn't know what she felt.

She was upset, she cried in her bed for months.. 

But then, she felt angry. Angry at her dad, her sister, at the world. 

It was a turn of events for her and it caused her to shut everyone out. Everyone. 

Including you.

She didn't want to take any anger out on you, she would never be angry you. But she always felt like if she talked to someone she cared deeply about, like you, she would snap.

But she never thought abandoning you would hurt you as much as she thought.

At first, it was when she saw you in the halls, and you saw her, but as soon as she met your eyes, she would turn a corner, seeing your waving hand fall limp to your sides. She felt bad. But it would get easier, and it did.. But she always felt that small feeling of guilt eating at her.

It happened multiple times, but you thought she just couldn't see you.

Then it was in the classes you shared when she wouldn't talk to you. 

You usually would talk to her, but whenever she wouldn't talk to you first, you would think she's busy.

But she never turned to you with a joke, a conversation, not even a glance when you saw.

You sat alone at lunch, you sat alone at dinner too, maybe be greeted with your dad if he was drinking.

No more good morning, goodnight, or any texts from Tara.

You tried approaching her, but every time you'd lock eyes, she'd give you this stare that made your gut twist and walk the other way.

You couldn't help but cry, you felt betrayed, everything was crumbling. You had lost the one person that you cared so so deeply about, the person you desperately wanted to be by your side for the rest of your life.

It was hard to get any sleep, because most of the time, you'd be staring at the ceiling, waiting for a goodnight text that would never come. The goodnight text that let you fall asleep as quickly as you shut your eyes.

And you thought that it was because of you, she didn't want to see you ever again. 

You cried, every single night till you passed out from exhaustion. 

Little did Tara know, that there was a letter on the side of your desk, the fresh ink marking it's words on the paper beginning to see the seasons change, beginning to grow as time went on.

The letter you were going to give Tara confessing your love.

The letter that you spent day and night on. 

The letter that was now untouched for months, left on the side of your desk.

The letter, filled with your words of adoration, never being able to experience a reaction, because you never gave to her.

You felt numb, you didn't know what to feel, but you felt abandoned, it hurt so much, it hurt harder than a piercing knife in the heart.

Tara noticed you began to avoid her, began to finally accept it.

You never truly accepted it, you would say you just lost hope, 3 years had passed so quickly.

In class, when she'd turn to you, you never turned back.

When she would sit at the spot you both sat at, she would see your shadow sitting on the chair, untouched and cold.

Sometimes she'd see you at the park, just sitting on a picnic towel and writing in your journal.

Under the tree you both would always sit,

Never having the guts to approach you.

She would say you seemed peaceful, but you weren't. Because whenever she saw your face, it's like your sweet persona was gone and faded, the vibrant colors you used to have was long gone.

Replaced with eyebags, tired eyes, and hair that was always covered by headphones or a hoodie.

Tara never knew why her leaving you left a big mark on your heart, you two were just friends. Right?

She tried to stop thinking about why, but she couldn't help it, you popped up in her head on nights she couldn't go to bed so easily.

- -

Tara was looking at the stars one night, just staring, the moonlight glistening on her cheeks.

She thought of you. She thought back to second grade, words that were ages ago. She could hear your tiny voice.

"I see these stars in your eyes that no one else has, I think it's cool."

She then realized she made a huge mistake, why didn't she think of it before?

Her leaving you was like you being abandoned again, she left you in the dark when she said she would never abandon you. But she left just like your parents.. She left just like how her parents did..

She promised that night you had ran to her. She promised that she would never leave you, and you weren't the person who trusted people often. 

But you trusted her. You knew that she wouldn't leave you.

You thought she wouldn't leave you.

She was the first person you thought of when you were afraid, because she was really all you had.

"Do you really promise? Y-You're all I have."

She remembers those words she said that night, her voice running around her mind, saying the words, "I promise."

She remembers you telling her your parents divorced, she remembers you telling her that when you were with your mom, she was never home, you never had a holiday to spend with your family. Most days alone, and when you met Tara, she always let you come for the holidays.

She was all you had, and you were faithful in what she told you. But she abandoned you, just like everybody in your life had did. She had did something she never wanted to be in the first place. She was so mad that she was left by her family, even when her mom was still with her, that she didn't realize that she did the one thing she wanted so badly not to be.

Abandoned, you were abandoned when she was all you had.

She knew she had to do what was right, she thought distancing herself would work. But it made you worse. She had to fix it.

- -

You were sitting at the park, same place, with your journal, your tote bag in the other, listening to god knows what. 

(You were listening to "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron..)

Tara was going to finally approach you.

Something in her gut told her something was wrong, something was going to be wrong. But she sighed, just brushing it off and thinking that it would be you possibly never forgiving her.

She sat next to you, making your head turn from the small thump next to you.

Your eyes were shocked, mouth agape, whispering the only word she could make up.

"Tara.."

She bit her lip, but instead of smiling at her, you didn't say anything, looking at her with a small scowl and turned your head back to your journal, exhaling an angry huff.

She frowned, looking at you, reaching for your shoulder.

"Look.. Y/N-"

"-Save it Tara." You snapped, making her flinch.

"Y/N, please."

You make a long sigh, turning to her. "Tara I really don't have time for this. You shouldn't be being here right now. You can't be here today! You shouldn't be!"

She looked confused but she kept going, "Look I-I'm sorry. For leaving you."

You turned to her again, at this point she could read your gaze, you were angry, you were upset, most of all behind those eyes, you were hurt.

"You can't just leave me for 3 years and come back to apologize thinking I'll forgive you just like that! You're out of my life for so long and come back like nothing has happened."

She exhaled, "Let me just speak! I-I've learned from then and I'm trying to apologize!"

You stopped her, "I don't want you apologizing for this damage that has caused my life to crumble and has already been dealt with.."

She interrupted you, "I know! But I was dealing with so much! M-my parents divorced and I thought letting you go would be best.. Please, I'm trying! Can't we just go back to what we had and forget what has happened?"

You were hurt, tears brimming at your eyes, "You don't understand! Are you forgetting that you left me? YOU left me Tara! And you didn't bother to even tell me or apologize when you left. I was depressed okay? And it was because of you! Every single damn day for three years I was never able to sleep properly because I would think that you would finally text me one night and wish me a goodnight! You were all I had! When my parents divorced I didn't leave you!"

At this point, when your mouth opened, soft cries were being heard, "You were all I had.." You repeat, sniffling, "You promised me you wouldn't leave and that's just what you did."

She felt bad, the walls you put up to get away from her were all falling apart, she saw the little girl that she knew once before. The little girl she saw that night your parents divorced when they both left you. She felt all this guilt that has built up when she ignored you beginning to swarm in her chest, she felt horrible.

"I'm sorry. I don't even know who I was.." She whispered, looking at your shaking figure.

You turned to her, your tears flowing down, like the three years to stop them wasn't enough.

"Tara just s-stop! I-I'm just getting over you after this long and I can't have you here again. N-not today."

She looked at you, aghast, eyes wide, "What?"

You cover your face, hands sliding down to stop, "Yes Tara! I loved you! I fucking loved you and the day I was going to tell you, you left! YOU left me!" You screamed, angry, betrayed, sentence ending with a cry.

She was stunned. You loved her.. You loved Tara. And she thought that when she loved you, pushing you away could make her forget her feelings, making sure you were safe, but she caused this.

You didn't wait for her to respond, shuffling through your tote bag and grabbing up a crumpled piece of paper, slamming it in her hand before you got up and left, the gush of wind hitting her hair as she stared at her hand in horror, not knowing what to do.

- - night

Tara sat in her room, staring at the ceiling, hair draped all over her bed as the only light was from her lamp, only adding a light orange hue to her room.

She felt bad, she should've known that she never should've left you. She should've thought about how you were going to feel like. It made her want to cry.

As much as she's staring, she notices the crumpled up paper you gave her. She wasn't even sure what it was, maybe that's why she was so scared of opening it.

She grabs it from the side of her night stand and slowly uncrumples it, revealing a letter.

From you 3 years ago.

-

Dear Tara,

We've been friends for so long and I remember when you first came up to me in second grade because you noticed my friends weren't playing with me like they usually do everyday. To be honest, I never told you but for some reason, years ago, I remember staring at you every day while you ate lunch because you seemed so sweet and I wanted to approach you so badly. It's weird that myself in second grade would even do that. But you should know the only reason why I sat on the swings, every, single, day was because I wanted to see you. That's the first time we've ever met and I'm so blessed for that day because now, you're my best friend. Everyday I'm so happy to have you to be the reason I get to smile and have a shoulder to cry on or rest on. I've been wanting to tell you this for so long, but I remember feeling a strange feeling in my chest when I first confessed my problems at home with my parents and felt your soft hands touch mine to comfort me. 

It was so so weird. Love always seemed like something I might never have because I found it to be gross. But when I met you, I felt like love wasn't so bad anymore. That day, I remember feeling this warmness in my cheeks when you hugged me, I remember feeling something I don't feel for people often. I felt trust. That's when I knew I was falling in love with you. you've been there every step of the way and I don't know where I'd be without you. Tara, I want to write to you that I love you. I've been falling ever since on nights where I got yelled at and came to your house crying, when you invited me over for Christmas with your family because I didn't have a home I wanted to go to, I love you because you're Tara and it's so hard to explain. but at the same time it isn't. I don't think I met someone as loving, understanding, and caring as you, I've seen you as someone who can light up a room. Even on my bad days, you somehow manage to make me smile, not many people can do that for a person like me.

My mother was planning to move to Canada in like 3 years, she said 3 years later in April, but she said it was up to me. And I told her we had to wait just a little longer because I wanted to give this letter to you and see what you said. I think I won't leave this place because it stores all our memories, like at the coffee shops or the tree we sit down at every morning of Saturday. I'm not leaving because you're the only person that is making me stay. I would've been long gone if you weren't here. But meeting you has caused me to look forward to something to everyday. To someone. I don't think I've ever been so happy to you know, just walk to your house randomly and pop out under your bed and see your scared reaction. But, Tara Carpenter, I love you. I don't even think these words can even explain the kind of comfort, or need that I feel when you're by my side. I hope that these words can help you realize how much you've taken a toll on my life, and possibly, one day I can be by your side for the rest of my life.

All my love,

Y/N/Y/L/N

&lt;;33

-

Tara covered her mouth, trying to cover a cry, which came out muffled. Your words. Her betrayal. She left you before you could even tell her. 

She thought of your face in her thoughts, she thought of seeing the letter fall out of your hands when she ignored you on every day she could ever see you. 

She thought of you crumpling it with broken sobs and throwing it on your desk.

She thought of the letter you were going to give her, the letter that was supposed to be given, but never was.

The forgotten letter beginning to age.

And noticed, it was all ruffled and there were marks of fallen, long old tears on it, seeing how the ink smudged from the tears.

The letter fell, tears falling from her eyes and streaming down her face.

It must've been so long ago. But it felt like yesterday. Even though it was 3 years ago.

She could've changed the slightest thought of her mind the day she began to ignore you.

If she did, everything would've been right. She could picture her holding hands with you, cuddling at night with your favorite movie playing in the background. You two would've been in desperate, everlasting, love. If her parents didn't divorce, she could see you, in your usual wavy hair with a ribbon tied from the back with your half up half down, the smooth letter laying in your arms, running up to her. She could picture the way you smiled, the way your silly smile made her smile back with a tinted blush on her cheeks. She could picture the way she would jump up and down and say she loved you too.

Everything would've been perfect.

If she didn't leave you in the first place.

Instead, she was left with your letter, crumpled, not smooth, wrinkled, seeing the way the letter couldn't bear to be left anymore. 

Tara fell asleep that night, broken, feeling horrible for the way you must've felt, with the crinkled letter in her hand. 

- -

The next morning, Tara was at the park, she could see a train station up ahead, New York's local train station that she would take when she had to travel.

Tara was sitting under the tree you always sat at with her. The tree that held so many memories, the way when spring would hit, the white flowers would fall on the green grass when you two would be together. The way the tree's flowers began to wilt when you began to sit alone, like the friendship that began to wilt. 

She waited, you sat at this tree every single day, but why weren't you coming? She waited, looking up at the flowers, they weren't very white anymore, the fallen flowers a little orange from being dried. It was spring, it was April, the flowers should've been whiter, but they weren't as bright. What a metaphor and sign it was for her. But still, they were as pretty as ever. 

She bit her lip, sighing, grabbing the letter you wrote her again, reading it again. Then before she could read it again, as she looked up, she could see..

You? 

You were at the train station, you held a luggage, looked packed, with your hair down, usually ribbon in your hair, waiting to enter the train.

Her eyes widened, and it came to her, everything made sense, her thoughts unfolding, everything like magic was happening. 

She remembered something, something..

She quickly read the letter she was reading, then her eyes expanded with fear.

Then she remembered, it was 3 years since she left you, and it was April.

"My mother was planning to move to Canada in like 3 years, she said 3 years later in April, but she said it was up to me. And I told her we had to wait just a little longer because I wanted to give this letter to you and see what you said. I think I won't leave this place because it stores all our memories, like at the coffee shops or the tree we sit down at every morning of Saturday. I'm not leaving because you're the only person that is making me stay."

- -

happy ending

"Fuck!" Tara cried, grabbing the letter as she ran after you.

It couldn't be too late, it couldn't have been today! 

As she ran, her legs taking her as far as they could, she could hear your voice in her mind,

"You shouldn't be being here right now. You can't be here today! You shouldn't be!"

She should've known you were going to leave, she should've seen last night! Is that why you were so afraid to see her when she came up to you? Because you knew you were going to be gone the next day? And she was going to keep you from leaving? Because you didn't have the heart to really tell her why she couldn't have talked to you?

It all made sense.

Tara sobbed as tears fell like a thunderstorm,  running and seeing the train doors open, there were at least 10 people in front of you waiting to get on, it made her more desperate, running after you.

She screamed your name, she was so close but yet so far away, why can't the people move slower? 

Tara lost her father and sister, she couldn't lose you. She can't. She needed to apologize, she never got to say her true apology.

She was almost there, and you were so close to entering the train, making her run up the stairs as fast as she could, panting and losing her breath.

The day was beginning to lose hope, there was only a few more people who needed to get on before it closed, before you did. 

She saw your figure, your pretty face, not focusing on the tired eye bags as she got up the stairs, running to the train.

Tara screamed your name as loud as she could, making you turn, and her grabbing your arm, pulling you and your luggage out of the train, seeing it start to roll away.

 She was panting hard, you turning to see her, your eyes full of fear, confusion, and most of all, a wave of.. Hope?

For some reason, it took her a while to catch her breath, but before you could say something, she hugged you, tightly.

The arms of you wrapped around her stomach, she felt you melt in her arms, burying your face against her chest, as she embraced you, the letter you wrote falling to the floor.

Tara cried as you both hugged, whispering in a slight broken voice, "I'm sorry Y-Y/N.."

You were crying too, softly as you hugged her, "I know.. It's okay. We're okay.." 

She kept talking, she felt horrible, "I-I left you when you needed me.. I was the only person you relied on a-and I left because I w-wasn't thinking about how you felt.. I thought t-that if I c-could push you away, these feelings I-I felt would go away and I wouldn't take m-my anger out on you for my parents divorcing.. I'm s-so s-sorry.." The girl's scent comforted you, reminding you of your past, making you hug her more.

Tara could hear you hiccupping on cries as she twisted your hair, "I didn't even k-know you needed me that much, you s-should've told me you were planning to leave."

You looked up at her, you were crying horribly, she swept bangs away from your face to see your tired, broken face that has been building up these past 3 years.

"I-I thought you didn't want to see me anymore.. I thought you didn't need me.. I-I thought you left because you hated me.. or didn't care about me anymore.. I couldn't bear to think about you breaking your promise.. I thought you abandoned me.. I was s-so hurt that I j-just did all these things that weren't me.. I tried to avoid you.. I couldn't sleep or eat.. I was s-so scared because I had no one.." You said, voice barely a whisper, raw and full of hurt.

Tara's eyes widened a little, a wave of strong guilt hitting her, as she shushed you.. "No Y/N.. Of course not.. I never hated you.. I-I loved you and I couldn't bear to think that I would take my anger out that you never caused on you.. S-so I avoided you and didn't think about how m-much it would affect you. I'm sorry.." Tara said again, voice cracking.

You nodded against her chest, sniffling as Tara saw the tears fall again, wiping them.

"I love you," she whispered, "I always had."

She saw your eyes slightly sparkle, that sparkle that she thought she'd never see, the sparkle that disappeared that day she left.

Her hands reached to grab the letter she dropped, showing it to you, "Let's try to restart, okay?"

You were still crying, but managed to make a small smile formed as you nodded, "Tara, I love you. I've loved you for so long, I've loved you when I realized that you were the one person that I could finally trust, a word that I thought that might never happened, but it did because o-of you. C-can we maybe.. Just.."

She pulled you a little closer, grinning just a little as she nodded her head before you could finish, "Yes."

Then she kissed you softly, it was like everything had never happened, she could feel the way you hugged her, the way the wilted flowers were going to flourish again, the letter that was forgotten, finally given.

"Do you really promise you won't leave me?.."

You both locked eyes when pulling away, Tara held up a pinky. 

"I don't break pinky promises."

You take her pinky and link it with yours, hugging her again.

"I trust you."

Every bad thing that happened between you two was long forgotten.

- -

angst ending

Tara's eyes widened with fear, seeing you with a packed luggage, your figure entering the train, you couldn't.. Not today..

"Fuck!" She cried, the train was not to far, she could still make it.

She screamed your name, all the feelings towards you she felt spilling out from her scream as she ran after you. 

She ran, ran ran ran, running out of breath as her shoes crumpled on dry leaves and grass, crying.

"No! You can't be! Y/N! Please!" She screamed, but her voice was muffled, you couldn't hear her. 

Tara was so close, yet so far as she kept running, getting closer, an apology of cries coming out.

The train got closer and closer as she finally saw you, screaming your name.

You finally turned around, knowing the voice all to well as you turned to see her. 

Then the train doors closed, your eyes only being seen through the window as she cried out your name, shaking her head in disbelief, her eyes filled with regret and tears.

You looked at her, like you couldn't believe she was here, you thought you'd never see her again as your hand reached up to touch the window, your touch ghosting on her face as she could hear you mouth out her name.. "Tara.." Then she could sense the sense of shame on your face, sorrow.

"Please.. It's not too late.." She sobbed, her voice going in the crevices of the doors.

Then the train began to move, as she saw you getting farther and farther away, your hand on the window as she saw you mouth the words, "I'm sorry."

She ran after the train, but knew deep down, she wasn't going to make it. She wasn't going to see you again, the train leaving her sight as she cried, regretting the days she ignored you, regretting the way she made you think that she didn't ever care. She abandoned someone when knowing, years ago, she was once the girl who promised to protect them and never leave her side.

She knew that you had left, all those memories you two had created were left with her now. She knew that you weren't going to come back.

She never even got to say goodbye. She never got to say sorry. She never got to tell you she loved you, she loved you all of these years. She never knew where you would be. She would never know if you two would ever meet again. 

The only sound she could hear was the wind blowing in her hair, blowing the muffled sounds of you two laughing and giggling, what you two once were, what you two could've been, it was just too late. You would just be a memory for her, a memory she could never forgive herself for. A broken memory she knew she caused. The memory was broken but she also knew, long season months ago, she broken your promised heart.

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.

Tara thought back to the day you two met, the day you became friends. The day that led to you falling to her years later. The day that led to her falling for you, then pushing you away.

The day that led to this.

If she could see your face one last time and kiss you, everything would be okay.

Tara knew that she was just too late, seeing the train long gone, tears in her eyes as she let out a choking sob, the letter falling out of her hand, long forgotten.

[seeingivy]

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satoru gojo x f! reader 

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in which a horrible fight, an even worse accident, and a few injuries leads to you, satoru, megumi, and tsumiki creating some family rules  

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Megumi sits across from you on the counter, his eyes narrowing at the ground, as you press a pack of frozen peas into his eye. He winces at the contact, his eye still swelling into a brilliant shade of purple. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, kid.” you whisper. 

His head remains low, refusing to meet your eye. After his fourth fight of the month, you feel helpless with where you stand with him, unsure how you can help him regulate how he’s feeling. You knew violence was an easy outlet for him, something you’re sure you had Toji to thank for, but you still tried to get him to change his ways, at least a little bit. 

Satoru’s approach, however, was squandering any efforts you were trying to make. The first time Megumi got into a fight, Satoru was positively pissed, not because Megumi punched a classmate, but because he didn’t place his thumb inside his fist. It was very infuriating for him to find out his kid couldn’t punch the right way. 

The second and third fights were hardly any different, Satoru majorly concerned with whether or not Megumi won, or if he hurled any insults while fighting, rather than actually reprimanding him. You knew Satoru could be immature, like a gangly man-child at times, but you were growing frustrated with his carefree nature as of late. 

At the end of the day, the two of you were responsible for Megumi. Tsumiki was easier in that sense, more receptive to the help you gave her. Slowly but surely, she had been coming out of her shell, coming to you and Satoru for help when she needed it. But Megumi was a stone cold rock, stubborn as they come. A blazing ball of anger. 

You hear Satoru’s key jam into the door, ready to brace yourself for the talk you wanted to have with Megumi. You had texted Satoru earlier in the day, letting him know that Megumi had gotten into another fight and the two of you needed to have a talk from him. 

He pads into the kitchen, a pale pink box resting in his hands. He places the box on the counter, pressing a swift kiss to your head and then Megumi’s. As he raids through the fridge, you open the box out of curiosity and feel your blood boiling. The cake says congratulations megumi in pale blue frosting. 

“Megs, do you mind joining Miki upstairs for a minute? I need to speak with Gojo over here.” you say, straining a smile at him. 

Both Megumi and Satoru’s eyes widen, the use of his last name signaling to Megumi that he should leave while he still can. Megumi stalks away, taking his bag of frozen peas with him. 

“You have got to be kidding me, Satoru. You bought him a cake for punching another kid in the face?” you say, clenching your fists in efforts to stay calm. 

“It’s just a joke, my love. No harm done. I’ll talk to him about it later. You know, all that cheesy stuff you say - words before violence, be the bigger man by walking away.” he says, pressing a consolation kiss to your cheek as he sets out plates for dinner. 

You cross your hands over your chest, absolutely livid with him. How can he be so calm about this?  

“Satoru, be serious for one minute. Megumi is our responsibility. You’re doing him a disservice if we keep letting him process his anger this way. Don’t lead him down the wrong path.” you say, turning towards him.  

He turns to face you, clearly frustrated with your insistence. You knew he thought you were a little bit of a stickler, the complete opposite of his carefree nature, but he usually loved you for it. However, your differences came with butting heads often, especially when it came to Tsumiki and Megumi. 

“I’m not leading him anywhere wrong. You’re setting him up for failure if you tell him to keep letting kids push him around like that. You’re the one leading him down the wrong path.” he states, crossing his arms across his chest. Childish, even during a fight. 

“Solving your problems with fists isn’t always the answer, Satoru. This is why he doesn’t talk to us when we ask him what’s wrong. We have to wait for him to explode, just to find out he was suffering the entire time.” you respond, clenching your fists so hard you’re sure you’ve drawn blood.  

“Whatever problem he has, I’ll deal with it. Remember, he’s my kid, not yours. My responsibility. So I’ll figure out what’s best for him moving forward.” 

He waits for a response, his eyes still boring into yours. You don’t bite back, but instead turn around to face the door, the tears welling in your eyes. 

“All quiet now, Y/N? Have nothing to say to me?” he says. 

“No, I don’t.” you bite back, bitterness evident in your voice. 

“And why’s that? You sure had a lot to say a few minutes ago.” 

“Because. He’s your kid. Not mine. It’s not really my business what he does, is it?” you spit back, turning to him with your tear filled eyes. 

As much as you can care for Megumi, he’s right. Tsumiki and Megumi are technically his kids, you’re just his girlfriend who happened to stick around once they arrived. And as much as you can care and love the two of them, that doesn’t earn you a place in their family. 

You feel Satoru’s fingers crawl around your wrist, his face softer than it was minutes ago. 

“Hey, hey. Wait a minute.” 

You shrug his wrist off, grab your keys, and run out the door. There’s no point in staying somewhere you don’t belong in the first place. 

 - 

You ignore Satoru for a few hours, currently eating ramen on a very annoyed Shoko’s couch. Nanami was here as well, having been around helping her hang some paintings in her room. You feel your phone buzzing on the other side of the couch, sure it’s Satoru spam calling you after you had been ignoring his texts.

He had been texting periodically every thirty minutes, but had resorted to calling for the past ten. Shoko thinks you should slap him once, set him straight for good. Nanami thinks the two of you should talk it out, maybe explain where you’re both coming from. 

You choose to ignore both of their advice, opting to watch Ten Things I Hate About You and diminish Shoko’s ramen supplies one bowl at a time instead. 

Shoko runs into the room, followed shortly by Nanami, who has a phone pressed to his ear. They’re both rushing around the room, putting on their shoes and shoving random items into a bag.

“Y/N, get up. Right now! We have to go.” says Shoko, placing your shoes in front of you as you still pace the room. 

You stand up, moving slowly for your shoes. They’re both still rushing around you, filling the backpack with an extra pair of clothes and the entire bunch of bananas sitting at the counter. 

“Where are we going?” 

They seemed to have missed the question you had just asked. Shoko nearly falls rushing upstairs to grab something, a sense of urgency present in the two of them as they move around you. 

“Do you know Megumi’s blood type?” says Nanami, as he hands you a hoodie to wear. 

“His blood type? Why do you need his blood type?” you say, pulling his hoodie on. 

“Satoru and Megumi. They got into a car accident. They’re both at the hospital now.” he says, your blood turning cold. 

He places his hand to your shoulder, squeezing once in support. A car accident. They both got into a car accident. You look up at Nanami, his brown eyes filled with concern. 

“O negative. His blood type is O negative.” you whisper, grabbing your phone from the couch and heading out the door with the two of them. 

As you scroll through the notifications on your phone, you realize the person calling you wasn’t Satoru, it was the hospital. You were the first emergency contact, followed directly by Nanami, who had actually picked up the phone. 

Nanami nods in response, relaying the blood type on the phone. The three of you file into the car, Shoko sitting with you in the back, her hand clasped into yours. 

“I know all the doctors there, they’re going to be just fine.” she says, securing her seatbelt on.  

You nod, twiddling with your house key in your pocket. You pull out your phone, texting Tsumiki to see where she is. Nanami had only mentioned Satoru and Megumi, the thought of her sitting all alone in a room somewhere worsening your mood all together. As you open your phone, you finally read all of Satoru’s texts, the one’s he sent after your fight. 

i’m sorry love 

you know i didn’t mean it 

just come back, you know he’s our kid 

you’re a part of our family 

i know you’re right. he shouldn’t be punching people every time he disagrees with them. i just have trouble being too hard on him, i don’t want to be like my parents 

not an excuse. i know i’m in the wrong. we can have the talk with him like you wanted. just come back y/n. 

kids are getting real upset with you gone, they miss you already 

we’re coming to get you. 

You drop your phone onto the floor of the car, the tears flowing freely now. They were coming to get you. You’re the reason they were in that car in the first place. 

Shoko places a hand to your back, directing you to calm your breathing as you enter the parking lot. Nanami parks the car and you’re rolling out of the car, your feet dragging you the doors of the Emergency Department. 

As you enter the waiting room, you spot Tsumiki sitting on the chair alone, her cheeks pink from crying. You run over to her, crushing her in your embrace. You feel her cry against you, separating to check she wasn’t injured. 

“The blood, it’s not mine. It’s Satoru’s.” she says, hiccuping in between her words from crying. 

You feel a tightness in your chest, feeling nauseous at the thought of how much blood is on her shirt. How much blood did he lose? You cross your heart that he’s still conscious at the least, so you can tell him how sorry you are for leaving in the first place. 

“Megumi?” you ask, still holding her in your arms. 

“He cut his arm, but I think they said he was going to be okay. They won’t let me in since I’m not over fourteen.” 

“That’s okay. Stay here with Auntie Shoko and Uncle Nanami. I’ll go ahead and check on them and come back okay?” you say, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. 

“I want to be a part of your family.” she says, her eyes colored red. You feel your heart squeeze at her words, slightly upset at yourself for even putting that idea in her mind in the first palace. 

“You are a part of my family, Miki. Me and Satoru were just having a little disagreement, that’s all.” you respond, squeezing her hand twice before heading towards the doors of the ER. 

You brace yourself, pushing the two double doors open. You see Satoru’s white hair first, lying in the bed directly across from the doors. He’s hooked up to two IV’s, his eye a brilliant purple. 

You walk in, grabbing his hand in yours. His eyes flutter open, his eyes softening at the sight of you across from him. He squeezes your hand twice, wincing as he sits up in his bed to face you. 

“If you put on a cute little nurse's uniform, we could live out one of my biggest fantasies right now.” he whispers, his hand caressing the side of your cheek. 

You laugh through your tears, cursing his idiocy in moments like this. He’s okay. He’s making perverted sex jokes while he’s in a hospital bed. He’s more than okay. You look back at him, his blue eyes staring into yours. You can feel the tears flowing out of your eyes, your neck drenched in your tears. 

“Hey, hey. I’m okay.” he says, opening his bandaged arms for you to enter his embrace. 

“Don’t do that again, ‘Toru. I thought you left me. You’re the only family I have.” you say, pressing your face against the side of his neck, taking in his familiar musky smell. 

“Excuse me little lady. You’re the one who left me. You’re the only family I have too. Can’t believe you thought otherwise for even a second.” he says, his hand running through the side of your hair. 

“You just seemed so mad. And technically, he is your kid.” 

He tightens his grip, pulling you away from his chest to look at you. 

“He’s our kid. I got mad but that’s what family does, love. We disagree, get into a fight, but come back to each other at the end. Kind of broke the rules by walking away, silly girl.” he says, his fingers poking into the soft of your cheek. 

“We don’t have any rules. But, I won’t walk away again.” you say, cupping his face in your hands. 

“Better not. I’ll crash the car again to bring you back.” 

You glare at him, squishing his face tighter in your hands. Still immature, even in a hospital bed. 

“There’s that downright horrifying glare I love.” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile in response, pressing a kiss to his cheek in response. 

“Where’s Megumi?” you ask, settling back into his arms. 

“Getting stitches. I tried to join him back there, but they wouldn’t let me.” he says. 

“I’ll send Miki in to sit with you. She’s out there crying puddles. I’ll try to see if I can go in there and hold his hand.” 

He nods in response, letting go of you as you get off the bed next to him. 

- 

You watch Tsumiki run into Satoru’s arms as soon as she enters the double doors with you. You watch him hold her close, whispering into her ear as you cross the hallway to find Megumi. 

Before you grabbed Tsumiki, Satoru had mentioned that Megumi and Tsumiki had heard parts of your fight and seemed slightly bothered by the entire ordeal together. Tsumiki’s comment from earlier suddenly made a lot more sense to you. 

You find Megumi at the end of the hallway, wincing at the doctor putting stitches in his hand. When you reach his bed, you press a kiss to the top of his head, holding his free hand in yours. Your tears have returned, the relief flooding through you that your kid is mostly still intact. 

He squeezes your hand as the doctor continues, salty tears streaming down his face. You swipe your fingers across his cheek, wiping away the wetness with your hands. 

“Are you mad at me?” he whispers, his eyes still narrowed towards the ground. 

“No. Are you mad at me?” 

“No.” 

The two of you sit in silence, your hands still pressed together as the doctor continues the stitches. You can’t help but stare, eyeing Megumi for any signs of pain as time goes on. He has a long gash running down the length of his arm, a few pieces of glass lodged near his wrist. 

“I won’t fight anymore.” 

You shoot him a weak smile, letting him lean his head against your shoulder. The two of you sit in silence for a while, with him rubbing circles into the side of your hand as the doctor finishes. You and Megumi walk out of the hallway, his arm fully bandaged, to meet Tsumiki and Satoru back outside. 

Tsumiki runs over, crushing you and Megumi into a hug. You see Satoru’s shoulders relax at the sight of Megumi, running his hands through the kid's hair as the two of you walk up to them. 

You bend down, holding the two of them in your arms, with Satoru still sitting up in his bed. 

“So I was thinking.” 

“You can do that?” responds Megumi, effectively cutting off Satoru from whatever he was saying. 

You and Tsumiki laugh in response, you ruffling his hair. You swear you can see the makings of a smile spreading across his face. 

“Since we’re a family…we have to lay down some ground rules. We never made any when we started living together. First, Tsumiki always has to do whatever I say.” 

The three of you glare at him, none of you finding his joke amusing. 

“I’m kidding, obviously. Tough crowd. My first real rule is for Megumi. You can’t punch someone every time you’re upset with them. No more fighting.” 

You smile at him, your heart beaming at his words. Megumi nods in response, agreeing to the first rule put out. 

“Second, we all stay together, no matter what. No walking away. We can argue all night for all I care, but no one walks away.” 

The three of you nod in response, agreeing again. Tsumiki speaks up this time, cutting Satoru off. 

“Three. No arguing if we can avoid it. At least not all the time anyways.” 

You and Satoru promise her you won’t fight, at least not like that again. The four of you huddle together, squeezing each other into the tightest hug known to man. 

“I have one.” says Megumi, whispering into your ears. You nod at him, telling him to speak up. 

“No one leaves the house without saying goodbye. You especially, Mom.” 

Mom. Mom. Megumi just called you Mom. You stare down at him, meeting his gaze. You can see Satoru gaping at the two of you in your peripheral vision. He pushes himself further into the hug, hiding his face against Satoru’s shirt, the tips of his ears pink. You look over at Satoru, smiling at him. You can feel his pouting starting already, you knew Satoru was competitive when it came to these things. 

You hold them all close, soaking in the warmth of the three of them against you. You feel Satoru’s hand tangle with yours behind Tsumiki’s back, his forehead resting against yours. 

“Hey, fifth rule. Everyone calls me daddy from now on.” 

Megumi and Tsumiki groan in response, disgusted by his choice of words. You lightly tug at the ends of his hair, signaling him to shut up and stop ruining your first moment as a family. The four of you head out of the ER, hand in hand, with a congratulations megumi cake waiting for the four of you at home. 

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when would be that right time? ; K.M

¡! pairing: kate martin x fem!reader

¡! summary: the team gives kate some encouragement to talk about her feelings.

¡! warnings: none

ps: this is my first time writing here, english is not my first language so be nice on me :(

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You and Kate have been friends since their third year and your first year of college, they met thanks to gabbie, since you’re classmates and one random night of drinks you and kate really connected.

Your friendship has always been beautiful, Kate is a girl who takes care of and looks after her friends at all times, and you could never say no to the blue eye. During all those years you never had any feelings for Martin, until a trip they took to the beach.

You were in the sand taking the sun, until you feel someone sitting next to you, you raise your sunglasses and see Kate in her green bathing suit, smiling at you. "I got you this” She extended her hand and opened it, showing sea shells, which she had collected just for you. You make a pout looking at it, and taking the sea shells very carefully, and storing them in your bag.

“Thank you sweetheart” You laugh and start hugging her making you fall into the sand, Kate laughs and holds you tight.

While the two of them were already in the sand, none of you intended to separate themselves from that hug and so you stayed for the rest of what was left of tanning time and finally got up to be in the sea with the girls.

Recently on your birthday, Kate waited all night until you returned to your apartment to give you her gift. She took a small box out of her pocket, and opened it, showing a necklace with Kate’s initials engraved in gold.

KM.

“You have to be joking with me right know” you say with one hand covering your mouth.

“Don’t you like it?” Her worried face quickly became noticeable.

“Of course not, Kate! This is incredible” You say jumping for joy and jump into her arms to surround her body with your arms.

The clock rung, warning that it was midnight. “Happy birthday beautiful” She put a warm kiss on your forehead while she kept hugging you.

When she separated she helped you put on the necklace, and you happily invited her to spend the night, it was late and you didn’t want Kate to be driving late, it was one of the excuses you said to yourself not to accept that you really wanted to spend a night with her.

Finally, now you find yourself getting out of your bed at ten in the morning on a Saturday, you leave your room and find Kate in the kitchen cooking a delicious breakfast for both of you. It’s been 4 months since you unconsciously live together in your house.

The first times that Kate spent a few days at your house she brought a backpack with clothes and shoes according to the days she would stay, until a day you opened your closet and half of it was full of Kate’s clothes and shoes. It didn’t bother you, on the contrary, you wanted her to be with you, not in that way, without any commitment, but you hope that one day Kate will tell you if she feels the same as you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty” she said, putting the breakfast on plates and leaving them at the table. “I made you breakfast” she gave you a smile.

You smiled back at her and took a fork to sit down and start eating the two together.

“Today is the night with the girls, it’s ok if I bring them here” Kate ask. Every end of the month, the girls of the iowa basketball team have a girls night in at the house of the person who has to be a hostess. This time it was Kate’s turn.

“Kate you don’t need to tell me, is your house too” you say.

“I feel like I should always ask you” She took her phone and started writing to invite the girls.

Kate Martin

📍*adress*

i’ll see you guys at eight 🤠

Jada Gyamfi

ok y/n’s house

caitlin clark

y/n house ???

“What time is it?” When you finished eating, you took what they had used to the dishwasher.

“I told them that at 8” She said, looking at you with her blue eyes.

“Maybe I’ll arrive at about 8:30.” You would meet with some girls from your class to finish a class project, you would leave the house around 6:30 and you would be a little late for Kate’s meeting. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, no problem, I will go to buy some snacks, do you want to come?” You said yes happily, you went to your shared room, oh yea, because the two of you sleep in the same room, in the house there is one more room, but both have no interest in sleeping separately.

You took turns to shower, first it was Kate since you would decide what to use for the day, so she took a shower first, when she left the bathroom she came out changed with her typical iowa set of nike. When you got out of the shower you also got dressed, and you went to buy the snacks they will give at the girls’ meeting for tonight.

Kate was arranging everything while you picked up the things you would take to the library, you said goodbye to Kate and left the house.

The doorbell rang, someone had arrived, Kate left the potato plates on the living room table and went to open the door.

“Hey K,” Jada and Gabbie arrived, they entered the house since the blonde stepped aside so they could do it.

“Caitlin and Kylie are on their way,” Gabbie said, sitting on the couch. “While, Kate, what the hell is going on with you two.

“Hi losers,” Caitlin opened the front door, had arrived next to Kylie while they had a pizza in their hands.

“I brought donuts,” Hannah said, opening the box of donuts.

“What are they talking about?” Sydney closed the door, indicating that no one was missing.

“Kate and Y/N,” Jada said, taking a slice of pizza.

“Oh yes, you two definitely fuck,” Hannah looked at Kate with a mocking smile.

“Girls,” the blonde’s face turned red, she laughed nervously, “Y/N and I don’t have anything, I promise.

All the girls looked at Martin believing nothing she just had said. “Kate you literally have a necklace on with her initials, what do you mean” Caitlin laughed touching the necklace.

The blue eye remained silent, and it was definitely even redder. “Well, maybe there’s a possibility that I like Y/n,” she hid her face in her hands.

“We all knew it,” Sydney slapped him on the back.

And what will you do? It’s obvious that she likes you too, because another reason would let you move in with her and sleep in her same bed—Gabbie said eating a donut.

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked about this.

“You should do it, it’s obvious that the two of you are in love with each other , it’s miserable to see,” Caitlin laughed.

“Hello girls,” you opened the door and they all greeted you, you left your backpack in your room and went back with them to the living room.

“Pretty necklace y/n/n” Kylie told you since you sat next to her.

“Ow, thank you, Kate gave it to me,” you replied blushing. All the girls on the basketball team looked at each other laughing.

They had a good time full of laughter and games while all ate from the different meals they brought, the night passed quickly until 11 arrived, all of them were already gone, and it was only Kate and you throwing garbage and storing the food in left over.

Kate’s head was spinning a lot, she didn’t know if it was the right time to talk about her feelings. But when would be that right time?

“Can we talk?” the blue eye asked.

”yea.” you gave her all the attention in the world, when she spoke to you, you stopped doing everything you were doing just to listen to her. And this was no exception.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, without sounding so strange and I’m sorry for keeping this for so long but, I like you, very, too much, in the sense that I would like to be your girlfriend.” Martin was nervous about your answer.

You were paralyzed, is this a dream? You thought, this is real, Kate is confessing her feelings to you, now, right now in the kitchen. You just couldn’t find the right words and the only move you made was to approach her and join her lips in a kiss. A dream come true for both of you, the two of you wanted that so much, to feel close, yes, you slept together but not that kind of approach, but one where they will connect all your feelings and energy.

Finally you separated, a smile drew on your face, as well in Kate’s. “I really wanted to this all this time” you said looking at the tall blonde girl that you were in love with since you met.

“Me too” Martin said, she kept her hand on your waist, she wouldn’t let you go now, you were hers now. “I don’t like the idea of asking you to be my girlfriend like this, i promise i’ll make better the official. But for now, do you wanna be my girlfriend?” She did it.

“Yes! A hundred times yes” You said happily jumping on her, she hold you and you wrap your legs in her torso. You two join your lips together in a kiss

“I love you” Kate says looking at your eyes.

“I love you too” You press your lips against hers one more time. And then she pulls you down, and walk together to your room. It wasn’t a dream, Kate and you were now a couple. Finally.

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+Strawberry Magic! ♡ 30 Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!♡+

Chapter 1: A New Power?

Summary: When virgin Pro Hero Shouto turns 30, he gains the magical ability to read the minds of people that he touches. After finding out that his personal assistant has a crush on him, everything changes and Shouto finds himself lost in the stressful game called love.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: aged up characters, mention of virginity (at the end), this entire fic is and will be written in Shouto's POV! It is nevertheless a self-insert reader fic, but just a little warning that Shouto may act a little OOC :)

There is definitely something wrong with him today. Shouto does not know what, but there is something off about him. Maybe it's the fact that he has finally turned 30.

But what's so special about 30? It's just a year older than 29. Maybe it's the coffee.

Yup.

Definitely the coffee.

♡ Two hours ago ♡

"Surprise!!" Confetti and streamers fill the room. All of the agency employees, from heroes to the janitor, are clapping and cheering. With an expression of shock mixed with bewilderment, Shouto blinks, not expecting the pleasant surprise. His assistant, Y/N, walks up to him. Adorned with a big smile on her face, she holds up a bouquet of pink lilies and tulips, as well as Shouto's usual coffee order. There is also a silver gift bag hanging by her elbow.

"Happy birthday, Todoroki-san! Each one of us pitched in to buy these flowers for you, and we also brought individual gifts." Shouto reaches out to take the gifts and coffee. "Ah, thank you."

Then, it happened.

'Oh, I'm so happy for Todoroki-san! He looks so pleased! I hope he likes my gift!!!'

Shouto's eyes widen slightly, and he ends up masking his embarrassment with a cough. "Thank you again, L/N-san, for the gift." Before Y/N could respond, however, his other employees swarm him with their gifts, whirling him away from her. Kirishima swings an arm around his employer and former high school classmate, congratulating him on turning 30.

"Hey! Congrats man! Here's your gift!"

'Todoroki-san is so manly! I hope he enjoys the gift I got him!'

His one of his student interns from his alma mater, Mitsuru, places a neatly wrapped cupcake in Shouto's hand. "Sensei! This is for you! Happy birthday and thank you for choosing me to intern here!"

'Oh! Pro hero Shouto is so cool!! I can't believe this! I hope he enjoys the cupcake I made!'

Shouto gives the student an approving nod. "Thank you, Mitsuru." As he is given gifts from everyone, he can't help but look down at his hands in confusion.

'What was that?'

♡ Real Time ♡

Looking at the coffee, Shouto groans and shakes his head. 'No, it can't be the coffee. I drink it every day and this has never happened before.' His gaze flickers to the large pile of gifts from his employees. He reaches for the closest one, the silver gift bag he recognized to be from Y/N. Opening it up, he finds a box of chocolate-covered strawberries and his favorite brand of strawberry milk. Shouto puts it all back in the bag and starts opening the rest of the gifts.

Halfway through the third gift bag, there is a knock on his office door.

"Come in."

Y/N enters the room with a folder and boxes in her arms. Smiling cheerfully as always, she speaks up.

"Hello Todoroki-san! I'm here to drop off the reports completed by your interns about patrol with you yesterday. Where would you like me to put these?" Shouto gestures to an empty spot on his desk.

"You can put them there." He curiously eyes the two boxes in her hands.

"What are those?"

"They're special birthday packages from pro heroes Deku and Dynamight." A soft smile forms on Shouto's face. Of course his friends would give him birthday gifts.

"Ah, thank you for bringing them to me." He reaches out to hold them, not expecting to hear Y/N's voice in his mind again.

'Oh! He opened my gift already! I hope he likes it! I wonder, did he notice my hair? I woke up early to curl it. Oh-'

"L/N-san, your hair looks nice."

Y/N looks at him and blinks her eyes. The voice in Shouto's head trails off. "I... thank you, Todoroki-san!"

'Oh good lord! He complimented me!! How did he know I put in the effort?! Ah, I'm so happy!'

She lets go of the packages and bows. "Todoroki-san, you have no scheduled meetings today. All of the reports that you need to sign are in the blue folder underneath the interns' reports. I hope you enjoy your birthday!"

"Thank you, L/N-san. Please give the interns my thanks for completing their reports."

After his assistant closes the door to his office, Shouto bites his lip nervously.

'Crap. I forgot that I was reading her mind... Did I expose myself?'

...

After exiting the elevator, the pitter patter of rain fills Shouto's ears. He walks towards the main exit of the hero agency building, where he sees two of his employees chatting. Kirishima groans.

"Aw man, the weather didn't mention rain!" Kei, one of his fellow hero coworkers, laughs heartily. "January rain is much better than having prolonged snowfall though! Kirishima-san, I have an extra umbrella. Would you like it?" "Really? Thanks man! This downpour is crazy!"

The two of them notice Shouto and wave.

"Boss! We're heading out now!" Shouto nods. "Of course, thanks for your hard work and for the gifts."

Both men smile and run out into the downpour.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The familiar sound of Y/N's heels fill the room. She gasps.

"Rain? Are you serious!?" Shouto hears his assistant let out a soft huff, so he turns around.

"L/N-san, will you be clocking out now?" The shorter woman nods. "Yes, but I'll have to wait here for a bit until the rain stops." A sheepish laugh escapes her lips. "I didn't realize that it was going to rain, so I forgot my umbrella."

Not long after she says that, Shouto takes his umbrella from the umbrella rack.

"You take the subway, right? Why don't I escort you there?"

Y/N gasps and shakes her head. "It's okay, sir! You don't have to! Besides, I need to stop by the bookstore for a bit, and I really couldn't trouble y-" "No, it's quite alright. I insist."

Grabbing her hand, Shouto leads Y/N outside under the umbrella before she can resist. "I- alright, thank you very much, Todoroki-san."

The short contact between his hand and hers teaches Shouto something he never knew about before.

'Oh god, I like him so much.'

...

The bookstore is only a few minutes away from Shouto's agency, and soon, they reached the shop. Though the exterior was quite small, there was an awning where two other people were waiting under until the rain settled down. Closing up his umbrella, he turns to Y/N.

"I'll wait out here. Take your time, okay?"

She nods with a smile.

"Alright, thank you again, sir!"

As Shouto waits for Y/N to finish shopping, a poster on the window of the bookstore catches his eye. Inspecting it closer, it seems to be an anime adaptation promotion for a popular manga series.

However, as he reads the sign, Shouto's eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor.

'No way... I can read minds because I'm a...!?!'

'Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! will now be getting its own anime adaptation!!'

A/N: omg omg omg! My first fic! That's the end of chapter 1, and words cannot express the elation I'm feeling! I really hope you enjoy this little indulgence of mine >w< Chapter 2 is in the works already, and so I'll try to get it out as quick as I can! Thanks for everyone showing interest so far :]

~entire fic and notes written by me: fujoshirat!

[basu-shokikita]

Skwisblocked, a Klokllege fic

I really like @kaanagen's Klokllege AU about the boys going to college, so I decided to write a little one-shot based on Skwisgaar and Toki's dynamic in it. You can read the full post of her AU here!

Plot: Toki comes up with a bit of an unusual method to deal with his (seemingly) unrequited feelings for Skwisgaar.

As usual, full fic under the read more but you can also read it on ao3. Amazing art by Kaana also 🫶💖

As usual, they had the last shift at the antique shop, which means it was their job to close the thing down, leave the place tidy and make sure the door was locked so no accidental shoplifting happened. Again. Toki wasn’t looking to get fired, so he was extra cautious with the keys now.

By the corner of his eye, however, he noticed a girl standing outside. She had long brown hair, silver hoops and a denim jacket over her loose, airy dress. A customer that came too late?

“Um, sorries, we ams closed.” He told her.

“Oh, no, it’s okay.” She smiled. “I’m just waiting for someone.” Her eyes darted to the inside of the store before looking away.

Ah. 

Toki went back into the store and heard Skwisgaar whistling as he arranged the boxes behind the desk, totally unaware of the exchange that had transpired. Toki opened his mouth and then closed it, choosing to turn off the remaining lights instead.

He liked Skwisgaar. He really liked him. What was there not to like, anyway? Skwisgaar was handsome, cool and really talented at the guitar. Maybe he was sort of grumpy, but it only added to his aloof demeanor. So it wasn’t surprising to him at all that he was so popular with girls.

That didn’t mean he was happy about it. 

__

About five minutes later, they were coming out of the back of the store. As Skwisgaar dunked the plastic wrap on the trashcan, Toki dared to ask. “Anythings funs for tonights?”

Skwisgaar closed the trashcan and rubbed his hands together. “Sleeps.” He walked down the alleyway, with Toki following quickly. “What abouts you?” A sly smirk. “Hangs with the college bands nerds?”

Toki wanted to act offended, but he couldn’t hold back a smile. “Very funnies.”

“Ja, dats my second names.”

“Reallies?”

“...Noes.”

Toki hesitated for a moment. “Does you wants to eats-”

“Hi!” They had barely crossed to the pavement when the girl came running to them. Before any of them had time to react, she continued. “I came by the store earlier.” She bit down her bottom lip, glancing at Skwisgaar.

“Oh.” Skwisgaar grinned. “Finds somethingks whats you likes?”

She giggled and, if there was any doubt remaining in Toki’s mind about her intentions, it was completely gone now. “You free tonight?”

“Wells-”

“W-We ams abouts to goes eats a borgers!” Toki impulsively got in between them. “We ams really hungries after works.” He rubbed his belly dramatically to emphasize the statement. “Buts you cans come pals if you wants?”

The girl’s gaze alternated between the two of them with surprise. “Sure?” She said, kind of confused. 

Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow at Toki but said nothing. He wasn’t lying, he really did want to ask Skwisgaar to grab dinner together. And just because he didn’t manage to get the words out before she arrived, didn’t mean he had to give up.

Right?

__

“Byes!” Toki bid his classmates farewell, before making his way for his next class. Although, checking his mail, he realized the professor had canceled the class that morning. Awesome, that meant he had time for a quick nap under the sun. Maybe pet some of the kitty cats in the grass. He was so grateful that this college allowed cats to lounge in the park, it was the perfect distraction on stressful days.

Merry on his way he was, when he spotted his other favorite distraction sitting at a nearby table. “Oh!” He raised his hand enthusiastically. “Skwisgaa-” But the word dropped out of his mouth when he realized Skwisgaar wasn’t alone.

Toki hid behind a bush as he spied on them. The girl sitting in front of Skwisgaar had blonde hair picked up in a high ponytail and rosy cheeks. She was wearing a white cardigan with a plain blue top underneath. Her auburn eyes seemed sweet and the way she stared at Skwisgaar was anything but platonic. 

Toki turned around and breathed in deeply, holding tightly onto his books. When he glanced at his books, an idea scoured his mind. 

__

“Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!” Toki ran towards, shouting his friend’s name.

“Toki?” Skwisgaar called his name in confusion, only to be flabbergasted when Toki dropped his books dramatically on the table. “Whats?!”

“You gotsa helps me!” Toki cried out, pointing at his books. “This financements class! It ams killings me!”

Skwisgaar clenched his jaw. “Tokes, ams in the middols of somet’inks right nows.” He glanced at his companion. “You knows?”

As if he hadn’t noticed her, Toki turned towards the girl. “Oh, Gods! Cans you helps me? I has a tests comings up and-”

“Toki!”

“Oh, it’s no big deal!” She smiled gently and Toki almost felt bad for crashing their date. “Are you guys friends?”

“Ja!”

“Noes!”

She laughed heartily, extending her hand to Toki. “I’m Jennifer, Skwisgaar’s classmate.”

Toki extended his hand back. “Ams Toki!”

“Well, Toki,” Jennifer said, inspecting his books. “I think I know a thing or two about finances.”

He smiled, amazed that his plan had worked. “Reallies?”

Skwisgaar, on the other hand, was completely baffled. And Toki? Toki felt ecstatic over his newfound power.

–

From then on it just kept happening.

Like when Toki was heading to the club and he found Skwisgaar and a short girl with curly red hair at the fountain. The sun was setting which made the location all the more attractive, with the golden reflection of the water bouncing back on their faces. They were dangerously close, with Skwisgaar holding her waist, whispering sweet nothings into her so Toki had to think fast. 

“No ways!” He pointed at the couple. “Skwisgaar, you dumpeds Jennifers?”

Whatever romantic mood there was, it completely dissipated as Skwisgaar turned towards him like he had seen a ghost. “Heugh?”

“Jennifer?” She took a step back. “Who’s Jennifer?”

“Jennifers!” Toki answered quickly. “The sweet girls Skwisgaars was goings out with de other days! Why you does that, Skwisgaars? She ams so nices!”

The red-head turned towards Skwisgaar and he put up his hands instantaneously. “Waits-”

“Asshole!” She slapped Skwisgaar right across the face. 

“Augh!” Skwisgaar rubbed the swollen cheek. 

“Wowee!” Toki was surprised by the sight but she glared at him with anger. “Um,” He tried to look for candy in his pocket, as she approached him. “Does you wants-”

She smacked him in the face. “You too!” She said and strode away.

“Yous cheatingks on yous boyfriends, too!” Skwisgaar yelled at her, still massaging his cheek. “Whats?!” He barked at Toki.

__

Or when he interrupted Skwisgaar’s meet-cute at the library by constantly asking the girl about bugs. 

Or when he surprised Skwisgaar and the girl he was evidently planning to sleep with by waiting at his dorm because it was ‘guitar night’ and played songs for her under Skwisgaar’s annoyed stare.

Or when he kept sending drinks ‘on the house’ for the girl Skwisgaar had come with, at the bar he also worked part-time at. He got fired soon after, though.

Or when he-

“Dats it! Ams done!” Skwisgaar screeched, pants entirely soaked because Toki dropped soda on him when he was asking Skwisgaar’s date about her hand-made skirt. She left while laughing at Skwisgaar, obviously. “What does you wants?!”

Toki feigned innocence. “What you means?”

“You ams been ruins kings my dates for weeks! Weeks, Toke! Can’ts remembers the last times I gets laids!”

Pride swelling in his chest, Toki tried not to smile. “I just wants to pals, Skwisgaar! And dese ladies ams so nice soez I can’ts helps it.” He looked down in pretense shame.

Skwisgaar squinted at him for far too long, and Toki feared he had seen his through motives. “...You wants a goils?” He asked.

This could be the moment. This could be it, when he finally admitted to Skwisgaar how he felt. In the american movies Toki had seen, this is when the confession would happen. And Skwisgaar would like him back, and they would be happy forever after.

“Uh, ja! I wants a goil…friends, haha…” He scratched the side of his face, laughing awkwardly. Reality wasn’t so perfect like those movies.

“Wells, den just says dats.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. “I cans sets you up with somes goils. Just stops beingks dildos.”

“Haha, okays!” Toki agreed, slinging an arm around Skwisgaar’s. “Whats abouts a Marios Karts before works?”

Skwisgaar’s face was still severe, brows furrowed when he looked at Toki. However, his expression swifty softened. “Fines.”

“Hoorays!” Toki cheered, pulling his vintage console from his messenger bag. “Ams gonnas destroy yous!”

“Eugh, keeps dreamingks, littol dildo.” Skwisgaar said, though he was smirking. “Mademes Peaches and me ams a pretties good teams.”

“Yoshis and Tokes ams betters!” Toki countered, laughing too.

As they walked away, he wondered if he’d ever have the bravery to tell Skwisgaar the truth. If he’d ever had the courage to ruin what they had for a meek gamble. 

Perhaps one day, but definitely not this one.

[stinmybubs]

"Do It For Us." Pt.5

Summery: Liar, Liar, Liar. Izuku Midoryia. You cant seem to remember the name? Who? Why is Katsuki, your first love talking about this man like you know him? Why is your memory so foggy after coming to UA? What happened to you?

?. ????? x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

You ended up fainting shortly after your panic attack, needed to be taken to recovery girl so you could rest. Once you awoke you couldn’t really remember much, it was like a huge chunk of your memory was stripped from you.

“Ugh….” You groan, holding your throbbing head, massaging it to try and ease the pain.

“What happened…?” The fog in your head made you feel like you just woke up from being under anesthetics. Your eyes drooping, your whole body feeling heavy. You felt to exhausted.

“You fainted when you…saw that Midoriya guy, is everything okay? You kind of missed the whole festival…” Mei looked at you concerned.

“What…?who…? Wait what happened? Why am I here.” Grabbing your head, rubbing your temple slightly trying to figure out what happened.

The door slammed open, your familiar blonde haired friend stomping into the room.

“Half the students are talking about how ya passed out. Fuck happened?” His red eyes scanning over your body, examining your pathetic state. He felt heavy concern, pulling up a chair next to the bed.

“I…don’t remember. I saw this boy…”

“I knew you saw fucking Deku.” Katsuki’s fists tightened, remembering how both of you were inseparable, both quirkless little shits. Well one of you was quirkless.

“I don’t know how he fuckin got a quirk. He fuckin lied to both of us…he-“ you cut him off with a confused look. You had no idea who he was talking about.

“Who…is Deku? Is it the kid I saw? Fuck my head.”

You didn’t know what was going on, and it scared the shit out of you.

“Don’t overwhelm her now. She was physically fine…but I think it’s up here that’s the problem. Which I can’t do much about!” The familiar voice of recovery chimed in. Tapping the side of her own head as she mad the statement.

Katsuki’s anger grew and you could tell, you didn’t know why he was so angry. Maybe he was just worried about you?

“I’m okay Katsu…just confused?” You assure him, standing up and dusting yourself off to prove that you were fine.

“You really don’t…I’ll be back. Make sure to leave your window unlocked tonight.” And that was it, katsuki threw the chair aside and took off, clearly he was still angry so you just sighed.

Your mind was so fuzzy, it felt like pieces of you were missing.

But you didn’t know what.

Every since your little accident you’ve been spacing out a little more than usual. Slowing down your pace of work, which raised concern with your friends.

Of course you shrugged it off and tried your best to push through and ignore everything else.

Katsuki was a big help, he has been there for you the whole time. He apologized for what happened before you left for the hospital, and was surprised that you had no initial reaction to seeing him again.

He seemed to be controlling his temper better, at least around you, you could see his anger with his classmates. It seemed he was getting along with everyone.

From time to time you would feel eyes staring daggers into you, and it was always this green haired boy. The boy you saw before you woke up in recovery girls room.

The longing feeling whenever you saw him, the same feeling you feel with Katsuki, it was strong and it confused you. But every-time he tried to approach you katsuki intervened and swept you away.

Of course katsuki couldn’t keep you two apart forever. One day at lunch the boy stopped you in the middle of the halls as you were carrying a box of equipment you wanted to take apart and examine.

“Hey! Y/n…look it’s been a while and-“ you cut him off abruptly.

“Excuse me are we on the first name basis..? I’m not sure I know you.” The look on his face after your statement made you heart ache, you have no clue why your heart felt like this. He just started stuttering and sputtering none sense as you stared at him confused.

“Deku!” A girl ran up behind the green haired boy, she had short brown hair, and a carried a very bouncy vibe.

“There you are! We were looking for you for-“

As she talked you took this as a chance to walk away, rolling your eyes as you made your way back to your workshop.

The more you thought about the boy the more your head started to fuzz up, a slight headache beginning to creep up.

To Mei you were staring at the wall holding a wrench in your hand for 30min straight.

“Y/n! Y/n! Snap out of it!” The familiar voice of the pink haired girl snapping you out of your trance.

"huh? Wha-...What?" You stammered, a wave of confusion and slight panic coming over you as you frantically look around you to examine your surroundings.

"Hey! Hey its okay...are you okay?" Mei gently grabbed your shoulders to ease your panic, all you could do was stutter out random words as she tried her best to soothe your emotions.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, your vision becoming blurry as you began to loose control over your emotions. "where? Why? Why am i crying? What's happening!?" Trying your best not to panic you just let the tears flow.

"Why am i crying?" You sob, burying your head in your hands, your ands gripping your hair tightly.

"Y/n! Y/n! Hey its okay you're okay! Shit! Hold on I'm going to grab someone." Mei wrapped a blanket she has stashed away so she could sleep in the workshop, and wrapped it around you as she quickly dashed out the door.

"What's wrong with me!? Why cant i stop crying?" it hurt so bad, the tears pouring out your eyes hurt your chest as the pain of loss made your world turn.

"Y/n!" That familiar voice made you freeze, quickly you let your hands go and look up at your familiar friend. Katsuki. He was quick to reach you, grabbing your hands the look of concern on his face made your heart soar.

"Hey...it's okay...let it out." With that simple line that left his mouth, you didn't hold back anything from him, crying your heart out as he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you.

Katsuki didn't say any more words, like he knew you didn't even know why you were crying in the first place. His arms made you feel so safe, the comfort you felt from him is something you haven't felt in a very long time.

"it hurts! Katsu It hurts!" You cried out, the unbearable feeling of your heart being torn apart, the feeling of suffocation overcoming you. The feeling of his strong arms tightening around you, moving his hand to the base of your neck, trying to get you to look at him.

"hey...its okay...you should stay at my dorm tonight, I know you wont be able to sleep like this alone like you used to at my house." This statement made you giggle, remembering the night where you'd have panic attacks in the middle of the night and asked Katsuki if you could sleep in his room.

"Yeah...that sounds nice Katsu."

A/N: OMG I actually didn't know people liked my writing or this series like that! I'm so sorry i didn't finish this part any sooner I've been so busy with my 9-5 college! But reading you comments made me motivated! XOXO! Stinmybubs! Sorry if the tag list didn't tag you properly :(

Taglist:

@h0n3y-l3m0n05 @kaiamtt @amiime @luvsymai @kcch-ns @wandasecretlover

[neuroprincess]

Bunny Ears and Chocolate - Ava Coleman/Female Reader

Ava Coleman/Female Reader

Summary: When another celebration arrives, you think it's going to be one more blank day, but an unexpected gift and a wonderful girlfriend prove otherwise.

Classification: Slight angst, Fluff

Warnings: Reference to a reader's unhappy childhood, Ava being a romantic baby

Note: I should have posted this at Easter, but you know me, I just found it in my archived writings

Word count: +2200

Unrevised

Growing up in a home that was considered unstructured and not at all affectionate deprived you of many moments that other children had throughout their lives: the tooth fairy didn't even bother to leave 5 cents for each tooth that fell out, Christmas didn't have the same sparkle as the TV commercials and Thanksgiving was always summed up in canned food, maybe a fight between your parents in the kitchen at the end of the night. It was no different with Easter, every now and then you'd get a cheap bar of chocolate at school or from some kind neighbor, you didn't even take part in a neighbourhood egg hunt. The whole process was a gray area between so many celebrations, weekends and holidays spent watching movie marathons with lots of popcorn and a pinch of loneliness by choice. 

It was like that for years, until you met Ava, who never cared about any of this before and you thought it might be a good match when you started dating. However, she had this, her parents were affectionate and gave the best moments that continue to be remembered fondly when each of these dates arrives. You like to hear her describe every toy she got from some distant relative and later exchanged for something more interesting with classmates, the weird casseroles grandma invented for dinner or when she bought the first make-up with the money the fairy, aka her mom, left under the pillow. Between laughs and jokes, she always looks forward to hearing your stories and can't hide disappointment when the subject is suddenly changed, teasing you a little, but giving up so as not to make you uncomfortable. Deep down, you start to care and feel envious of all the lost moments, all the things you can't have, the invisible, dormant childish wounds festering. Wounds set aside, especially when it comes to her work as a teacher at Abbott.

"Miss Y/L/N, how do we know if the butterfly is male or female?" one of the students asks, leaning over the table to get a better look inside the transparent box.

"Don't be silly, Kayla!" another replies, rolling his eyes, and does the same "They're all female."

"Actually, not all of them are female, dear." you stand between them and point to the insect that's emerging from its cocoon, weeks before you found a caterpillar in Barb's flower beds and it collected itself in the cocoon, which coincidentally ended up hatching on the last day of school before holiday "That's a monarch butterfly, if there are dark spots on the hind wings it's a male and if not it's a female."

"But it hasn't opened the wings yet." Kayla observes sadly, for a child minutes can seem like a real eternity "It's taking too long..."

"That's just it, hatching can take from 10 minutes to 60 minutes, each one has their own time."

"Just like the rest of us," she adds with a hearty smile.

"You all see how incredible metamorphosis can be?!"

A little animated chatter starts up as your class waits anxiously to watch it fully emerge from cocoon, most of them debating which names to choose and how they would take care of it, forgetting the little agreement they had made, you decided to let them enjoy the moment before scrapping the hopeful children's plans.

"I don't see any spots!" Carson shouts excitedly "We've got a girl!"

After a while, they agree on a name and end up naming her Lizzy - cute, short and pretty. In third period, your kids gather to release her into the playground, and you take advantage of the moment to explain the relationship between butterflies and Easter and all the meaning behind the beautiful transformation. 

"Miss Y/L/N..." Kayla calls out to you shyly as everyone gets ready for break, most of them already running, the girl puts her hands behind back and blushes approaching the table "I saved this one for you."

She holds up an Easter egg wrapped in fluffy colored paper, a bow adorning it and making the package more attractive. The girl stares at you with her eyes shining in anticipation as you fight back imminent tears, not something you expected to happen when you woke up in the morning. It's your first chocolate Easter egg in all your years of life, a small, innocent gesture from a schoolchild that makes the entire wall built up around commemorative dates and traditions crumble in seconds.

"Thank you so much, dear..." you accept the treat with a little uncertainty, hands trembling as you hold the candy "I..."

"I knew you'd like it, it's very good, I promise." she says cheerfully and leaves the classroom, as if she hadn't just made a grand gesture.

As soon as the girl leaves, the principal comes through the doorway with her usual cheeky grin and full of curiosity about your reaction, asking herself what she could have done to you, none of which comes close to the real thing. Her presence is barely noticed, not even when she closes the door after the room has emptied, your eyes fixed on the adorable wrapping, the colorful patterns and the generic but cute note wishing Happy Easter.

"Kitten..." she calls for the third time, worried "Is everything all right?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was over the moon." you try to pull yourself together, compressing lips and bringing fingers to the corners of eyes, wiping your face "Hungry?"

"Just of you." Ava whispers seductively and takes two steps forward, standing inches away to steal a quick kiss "Now tell me what happened or I'll tickle the hell out of you." it's the kind of affectionate threat that doesn't make you laugh this time, it's a difficult topic to talk about, but maybe that's the time.

"Well, there's a reason I never tell holiday stories or have great comments for yours, I..." tears are there again, stronger and warmer, you take the candy to heart in search of comfort, the woman keeps quiet listening attentively "I never had any of that, my parents never gave a damn and I wasn't a demanding child."

"That?"

"Coins from the tooth fairy, nice dinners, Christmas trees, gifts and..." the Easter egg is raised with a certain pride, finally giving in to crying, tears of sadness and happiness mixing together "This! It's my first!" you finally admits, feeling a little childish at the thrill and excitement of something so small for an adult.

"Your first?" she is genuinely confused, staring at the simple candy, which for her has no great significance, then the realization of the fact hits her hard "Really?"

"Yes, one of my students just gave it to me." you whisper, feeling the tears wanting to come back again and a tight feeling in chest "I know, it's silly..."

"No, it's not, it's never silly, especially if it's something important to you." the woman responds quickly, wrapping arms around your trembling body and puts your head against her soft breasts, it's an intimate and comforting act "And if I'd known before, I'd have been the first person to give you a chocolate. And decorated the house last Christmas. Or better, I would have taken you to New York. I guess I just wouldn't have had a solution for the tooth fairy... but there are ideas on how to make up for it."

"God, you're the best girlfriend ever."

"Of course I am." Ava kisses your forehead and takes advantage of the position to slip her fingers under your shirt, lightly tickling the sensitive spots "So much so that I ordered tarts from that new store you mentioned last week."

She holds up the cardboard bag with the pretty logo and half a dozen tarts in various flavors. A delicious dessert for a pleasant shared lunch, which has become routine, a moment of peace to enjoy each other's presence in the busy and chaotic routine that is working in childhood education.

With a bag full of art supplies and a pile of exam papers in hand, you enter the apartment, struggling not to knock everything off the improvised jenga. Usually you would have the help of the tallest one, those long arms look so sexy carrying boxes full of children's books and covered in glitter, but after all that sugar and dough, she had to go home early with an stomach bug. Of course, in her pile there are one or two medicines and tea for her.

"Darling?" home is strangely dark, silent and there's no sign of your partner's vibrant personality "Ava? Are you feeling better?" you ask, starting to get worried, hurrying to turn on the light switches.

When the light turns on, you find yourself with one foot on what looks like a rabbit's footprint glued to the wood floor. Then another next to it, followed by another and another, the bags are abandoned at the entrance and the door closed. Step by step you reach the coat closet, where a chocolate bar is placed next to a card with the words "Our love is sweet as the place we started the day together... or as your coffee." handwritten in impeccable calligraphy. It makes you smile lovingly, she always jokes about the amount of cream you put in the liquid as you get ready for the morning, only to steal some of it with kisses. The fun mugs, perhaps one of the first things you bought when decided to move in together, hold truffles and the next tip. Seven cards later, almost every room explored and your arm full of candies, you finally reach the last place with the tip "No matter where we are, as long as we're together, we've found our home." and it's obvious that it's the master bedroom, where you love each other, talk about your days and plan the future, where you can strip away the burdens of everyday life and forget about the world.

"Do you like it, kitten?" the woman asks, coming up behind as soon as you open the door.

In the middle of the bed, there's a huge Easter basket of chocolates, from simple chocolate bars to decorated boxes of handmade truffles, with colorful wrapping and a giant bow, next to a big stuffed bunny, one of those fluffy ones that are too cute to resist hugging. A Happy Easter banner has been placed above the headboard and when turn around you let out a laugh when notice that the principal is wearing a fuzzy bunny ears, one up and the other down, a cute made-up nose.

"Welcome back, little baby!" she wraps her arms around waist and lifts you into the air, capturing your lips as she spins around.

"You... You did all this for me? Aw, that's so sweet and thoughtful."

"And all yours, I wanted to make your first official Easter something special." Ava puts you down and picks up a second bunny ear from the shelf, carefully placing it on your head "My cutie..."

"I'm literally speechless, all I can think about is how amazing you are."

"I know!" she jokes and leans in to give you another kiss "Sweetheart, you're a wonderful person and I'm sorry you didn't have any of these moments, but know that I'm going to make each of these dates unforgettable and unique, something of ours."

You stare at her in shock and feel your eyes sting, tears gathering at the edges of eyes, it's hard to control. This was the first surprise you've ever received in your life and certainly the best of all, every detail was thought of, planned and made especially for you, as well as the romantic touch she gave to every little and big gift.

"You don't have to do that..." you whisper, voice breaking with emotion, "I... You already do so much for me."

"I haven't even done half of what I want to do for you." your girlfriend smiles tenderly, her hand sliding gently across your cheek "You deserve the world and I'm going to do my best to give it to you."

"I don't even know how to thank you for everything." a feeling of being silly comes over you again, but it's quickly gone when you see the passionate smile on her plump lips "It's more than I could have dreamed of."

"You don't have to be thankful, baby, just enjoy it." she replies, lifting you onto her lap and standing face to face "Or enjoy it while you thank me."

Ava is funny and suggestive, walking slowly over to the bed, sitting there with you on her lap, surrounded by the candies and the cheerful decoration. She brings a hand up to yours, intertwining her fingers with yours. The comfortable silence is broken only by the soft sound of breathing and happy giggles.

"Shall we eat some chocolate and then watch a movie?" the woman asks, squeezing you a little tighter against her "We have the whole weekend to ourselves."

All you can do is nod, leaning in again to give her a kiss, this time slow and passionate, full of tenderness. She moans feeling your fingers tangle in the black strands, pulling her towards you and deepening the contact.

"I love you, baby." you whisper against her lips, knocking into the soft mattress.

"No more than I love you, kitten. You have no idea."

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[takumifujiwaraswfe]

HIIII :)) i saw that request were open! is it possible that i can request boyfriend headcannons for miyata from hajime no ippo !! , thank youu ^_^

(This boy does not have a single normal pic of his eyes I swear-)

Ichiro Miyata romantic headcanons

| PLAYLIST |(the first song is literally made for him)

(my fav Hajime No Ippo boy I waited for it. Sit comfortably it will be a long list)

You and Ichiro were classmates in high school. That's basically how you met, but you didn't talk to each other much before one... accident.

You always liked boxer boys. Who doesn't, duh? And well, your female friends found out and started shipping you with Miyata, as everyone knew that he is a boxer. Very hot one If I may add.

He found out about it and god it was awkward. He just stared at you.

But somehow you got yourself together to apologize him about your friends and that's how it all start.

You were walking from school together as you live near his boxing club. Except he ran few meters in front of you...

After few months you became really good friends. You were taking pictures of him sometimes as you were learning how to use your new polaroid. (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

One day it was raining really hard and after his practice he went straight to your house. Your parents were shocked at the least but let him in.

You gave him a towel and started drying his hair off as he was changing his bandages on his knuckles as it were all wet. He said that you're paying off a debt of having polaroids of him lmao.

You were soooo ashamed.

And he just kissed you.

Pure shock.

After that you stood in silence. He was laying on your bed, reading a magazine and you were trying to do your homework to keep your mind away.

Your mom went to your room to ask you both if you want something to eat and oh god how hard it was for Ichiro to explain his diet to her so she wouldn't think that someone is starving him or something.

After that you just sighed and went over to lay next to her. You never said those words, but you are together. He calls you his girlfriend next to his friends in class after all.

He's the type of guy that won't fight for you when needed. He'll teach you how to fight for yourself and then help you.

The high school it couple hellooooooo

You started running with him after school. Holding hands.

Comes over to you after his trainings and then his dad picks him up after.

Now you can take pictures that show a little more of his daily work if you know what I mean.

Takes you to his matches when he can.

You're learning things on each other and how the fuck he makes out with you so good at first try?????

Literally you hid in your room to try and he's randomly a pro????

Will braid your hair.

If he goes out with his friends. He takes you. Always. No exceptions.

You'll be just walking through some weird places (yk teen meetup spots) in the middle of the night with his friends? He's holding your hand. Non stop.

Will take you to urbex. In the night. Without his friends.

Will also make out with you in random abandoned buildings cus why not

WHEN HE WEARS THESE SHORTS THESE SPORT SHORTS IDK HOW THEY'RE CALLED BUT THESE PLAIN SPORT MALE SHORTS THE ONES THAT ARE LIKE ABOVE KNEE LEANGHT HDSUJGFSDKF OMGGGGG (these are my addiction I had to do this I'm sorry but just legs in them...)

holds your hand in school so there's not really any boy hitting on you, but if there were one trust me it wouldn't be good.

Not really jealous type of guy but a 'I don't like someone touching what's mine' type.

Will talk shit on other people with you. I think he's a type of guy that would gossip, but only with his girlfriend because he thinks that friends can always leave.

trust issues but in other people not you. You're the only person he trusts.

Takes you to his family dinners.

The type of relationship that even your teachers know about.

He says that he will marry you and even if you won't want to he'll make you cause it's you or no one.

Let's you pick his outfits because he knows how much you love his body.

He loves it too, yours as well. That's why he won't even let you stand near other teens that try out smoking or alcohol. No exception.

You fight sometimes obviously. It's not rare and it's not oten.

Typically either cause he want's you to be healthy and you don't do stuff to be healthy or over some teenage drama. The second one is rare though as he's a little bit more mature than rest of people your age.

10/10 boyfriend. Would recommend. Want one myself.

These one wasn't that cute but I really love teens will be teens trope and doing kind of south park/wladcy moch kind of vibes so soz I ain't quitting that.

[livwritesstuff]

tw: references to blood

When Steve and Eddie’s children are old enough to start elementary school and they begin to meet their classmates’ parents, Steve finds himself quickly approaching a new revelation:

Men…kind of suck.

Steve knows that’s a blanket statement, and a bold one at that given how it’s directed towards a camp both he and his husband are a part of, but some of the stories the moms of his daughters’ classmates tell in the school pick-up line are…something else.

One of them once said she didn't trust her husband to be alone with their children for more than an hour. One mom referred to her husband’s time with the kids as babysitting. Another said she couldn’t get her own husband to take on basic household chores.

Truthfully, it takes everything in Steve to not point out how messed up it all is. The foundation of his and Eddie’s entire life together – their marriage, their family, everything – is the partnership they’ve built over the years. At no point during their seventeen years together and their near-decade navigating parenthood has Steve ever felt like he and Ed were anything other than equals in how they tackled all the facets of the small corner of the world they were responsible for.

However.

There is still the (very infrequent) occasion in which Steve catches himself wondering if someone might have swapped out his husband for a fourth kid.

For example:

It’s a Saturday afternoon and it’s raining, so the whole family is stuck inside. In his desperate search for something fun to do, Eddie is trying to invent a new form of bowling, and hacking off the tops off of milk cartons with an old box cutter in his endeavor.

Steve had warned him that this was a bad idea.

“The blade on that thing is ancient, my love,” he’d said, but Eddie had just waved him off, and, of course, less than two minutes after Steve walked away to tackle the pile of dishes in the sink, he hears a pained hiss and the clatter of something hard and metal hitting the floor. Then comes the shrieks of three panicked little girls.

“Papa!” Robbie yells, “Daddy cut himself and there’s blood everywhere!”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, taking his time dropping the plastic Disney princess cup he’d been holding back into the sink, wiping his hands dry, and heading back into the family room. Eddie is still sitting on the couch, the box cutter at his feet, surrounded by their daughters as he holds his wrist in his other hand so Steve can see a gash on his finger bleeding more than he would have guessed, “Alright everybody outta the way.”

The first thing Steve does is swipe the box cutter off the ground and stuff it in his pocket. There’s droplets of blood on the floor, he notices, and Robbie helpfully says, “Papa, the blood squirted!”

He glances at Moe, the most squeamish out of their three daughters by a mile, to see that she’s white as a sheet and getting greener by the second.

“Enough, Robbie. Moe – walk away, please.”

He tugs Eddie off the couch and pulls him towards the bathroom.

“Girls, don’t touch the blood on the floor, okay?”

“How come?” Robbie asks.

“Because it can have germs in it…and we’ve got white carpets.”

Once they're in the bathroom, Eddie sits on the counter and holds out his hand so Steve can wrap a wad of gauze around the cut and gently press some weight onto it.

“You okay?” he asks him.

“All good. You gonna say I told you so?”

“Nah. Feel like this is sufficient.”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

There’s the scuffling sound in the hallway of the girls convening outside the bathroom door. Steve can vaguely hear Robbie saying, “...and if the blood doesn’t stop, he’ll pass out and then the ambulance will come and he’ll go to the E.R. and –”

Steve opens the door a crack.

“Amelia Robin,” he warns, “Beat it. Nobody’s going to the E.R…unless any of you want an extra flu shot. I can make that happen.”

The girls all shriek again and run in the opposite direction.

Eddie is snickering as Steve shuts the bathroom door again and rifles through a cluttered drawer.

“Pick your poison,” he says, holding up three boxes of branded Band-Aids (Mickey Mouse, Star Wars, and Pokemon).

“Give me the mouse,” Eddie replies, sounding resigned.

Steve obliges, wrapping a Mickey Mouse band-aid around his finger. He plants a soft kiss on the spot where the cut is (because it can’t hurt), and then, because it’s the first time they’ve been alone together all day, he plants another on his lips.

"All better," he says when he pulls away.

“What would I ever do without you?” Eddie grins.

“You’d’ve died in the Upside Down twenty five years ago," Steve replies drily.

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

꧁ 𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.5k

Rating › SFT

Warnings › none

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(Name) was a very outgoing person. Everyone had at least hugged him once—since he was a very touchy person. But he never went overboard.

Most of his classmates always had a good experience with him. It was a shame that his family had to move but (Name) never saw the bad in leaving—he could always make new friends.

Maybe a boyfriend too. He really wanted a boyfriend.

(Name) wasn’t exactly a sports guy. He preferred cooking. His hobbies were more traditionally feminine but he never saw it that way. What he liked is what he liked.

Besides, cooking was a great way to break the ice to new people.

(Name) placed a bag of cookies on each of his classmates desk, stating his name to each person. His classmates either looked surprised or happy. Who could turn down cookies?

When (Name) reached a student with his eyes glued to a PlayStation Portable, (Name) grinned. He wasn’t a gamer but his little sister was. Oh, she’d just love this random guy.

“My sister loves games!”

The guy looked up at him before giving him a curt nod. He looked a bit awkward—he didn’t say anything else before looking back at his console. (Name) took that as him being shy.

“What’s this console called? She doesn’t have it, I might have to get it for her!” (Name) grinned. He knew what it was called.

“Uh, it’s a PlayStation Portable…”

“Cool. I’m Hirai (Name).”

“Kenma Kozume.”

It was silent after that. (Name) hummed, knowing he’d have to try a little harder at getting Kenma to open up. He smiled and placed the bag of cookies on his desk before walking away.

He’d continue trying.

ꕤ

“Kenma!!! What games do you like to play?”

“Kenma!! When did you start playing volleyball?”

“Kenma?! Why haven’t you eaten lunch yet?! Are you trying to die?!”

“Kenma!! I made cookies for you and Kuroo!! Oh, maybe I should make more for the whole team!”

“Kenma—”

Kenma wanted to kill himself. He wasn’t sure how he got (Name) follow him around like a puppy looking for it’s mommy. At first, it was fine. (Name) just wanted to get to know a classmate.

But then it lasted more than two weeks. It’s almost been three months. (Name) was still talking to him. Even his usual self that put off other people was just making (Name) get closer.

(Name)’s voice was now stuck in is head. He was sure just hearing his name could give him a heart attack. It didn’t help that his teammates, especially Kuroo, kept laughing whenever (Name) came to visit him during practice.

“He probably likes you,” Kuroo said.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, why’s that so surprising. No one would do what he does for just a friend.” Lev said, earning a glare from Kenma. When was he invited into the conversation?

Kenma shrugged it off but he did wonder. Did (Name) like him? The first few weeks it seemed like (Name) was stuck on trying to be his friend.

But he did notice how (Name) looked more embarrassed each time he gave him snacks. Like he was scared Kenma would say his cooking was bad or something. Not that he ever would, (Name) was pretty good at cooking.

He might as well just ask.

“Kenma!!!”

“Your boyfriend is here.”

Kenma glared at Kuroo before walking out of the gym to see (Name) holding a box. He waved at him and took the box from (Name), lifting up the covering to see what was inside.

“I know cookies can get pretty boring so I baked an apple pie! Kuroo…” (Name) blushed. “Kuroo said it’s your favorite.”

Oh. Kenma stared at (Name) in shock. He didn’t know what to do. (Name) was really annoying to him in some way but he didn’t hate him. He seemed like a good guy, just didn’t know when to leave certain people alone.

But he didn’t like him. Not like that.

Kenma hummed. “Thank you. I’ll share it with Kuroo.”

(Name)’s smile dropped before he forced a small grin. “Hope you enjoy it.”

With that, he left. Kenma didn’t know why he felt bad. He didn’t like (Name). Did he? Kenma shook his head before turning to go back inside only to see Kuroo looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“The hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“You should just tell him if you don’t like him. So he can find someone else who does.” Kuroo said, grabbing the box from Kenma and walking back into the gym.

Kenma hated how his heart stung at that. He didn’t want (Name) to focus on anyone else. A sigh left his lips, he hated how confusing his feelings was. At the very least, he didn’t want (Name) to give some other guy the gifts he was giving him.

Was that a romantic feeling?

ꕤ

“Kenma!!”

(Name) had some rough patches with figuring out if he wanted to just be Kenna’s friend or not. He thought, maybe if they went out together without Kuroo, he could figure things out. He found Kenma walking down the hallway during lunch, his head down as he paid attention his console.

A grin appeared on (Name) lips as he skipped over to him, reaching over to give him a high five. But he miscalculated how close he had gotten to Kenma that he knocked the console out of Kenna’s hand.

(Name) tried to grab it before it fell to the ground but that seemed to only make it worse as it instead fell on it’s face than the back. A sickening crack was heard as it slammed onto the ground. It was broken.

No way in hell it could’ve survived that.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident! I would’ve never done that on purpose!” (Name) kneeled down to get a clean look of the damage. He looked up to see what Kenma would say since he hasn’t said anything.

But the look Kenma gave him frightened him. He looked so angry.

“This is all you do, huh?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Ever since you got here, I haven’t been myself. Because I can’t be by myself. You’re always there like a annoying little baby.”

“Kenma….”

“That! It’s always ‘Kenma, Kenma, Kenma’! Hirai, I was trying to be nice and not say anything but if you hadn’t transferred here, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Kenma!”

(Name) just stared up at Kenma with shock. He heard Kuroo say something to Kenma but he wasn’t hearing it. His heart hurt. Was he that annoying? All he could think about was his last friendships.

Did they also hate him but was too scared to say anything?

(Name) whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He could feel the other students staring. It’s but if a big deal with one of the quietest guys in schools gets angry. And he did that.

He brought out something cruel in Kenma.

Maybe he should’ve left him alone.

“Hirai…” he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Kuroo’s. (Name) glanced up to see Kenma but he was gone. He felt his lips quiver as he turned to look at Kuroo. Kuroo looked a bit embarrassed to say the least.

But mainly as if he didn’t expect that from Kenma. No one was. But (Name) brought that out. He needed to fix his console and then leave him alone. It was the least he could do if he had caused so much inner turmoil for Kenma.

(Name) wiped away his tears and grabbed the console, wincing when his finger traced across the screen. It was shattered. Could he really fix this?

Kuroo tried to grab the console from him but (Name) pulled away, holding it to his chest.

“No. I’ll fix it. It’s my fault.”

“Hirai, it’s not your fault.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kuroo.” With that, (Name) stood up and walked away, hoping no one else could see his tears.

ꕤ

“The hell was that? That wasn’t you, Kenma.”

Kuroo didn’t know what the hell was happening between Kenma and (Name). He was hardly a friend to (Name) but he liked the kid. But to see Kenma just yelling at (Name)—it was hardly yelling but it was a higher volume that Kenma had ever spoken—it made him concerned.

“Was he bothering you that much? I could’ve talked to him.”

Kenma just stared at his wall in his bedroom, sitting down on his bed. He himself wasn’t sure why he got so angry. It had a little bit to due with his losing an online gaming tournament but he wasn’t that angry about it. He couldn’t just put the blame on that.

He didn’t want it to be true but he knew it had to do with what Kuroo had said. Something about (Name) liking someone else. Yesterday, he was going to the cooking club, wanting to give (Name) a gift.

Maybe even ask to hang out but then he saw (Name) with a guy. And that guy was so close to him. He touched (Name) so freely without any care. Pulled him close by touching his waist. (Name)’s waist was so small in his hands.

Yeah, he got angry.

He was too late.

But he stupidly took it out on him. Was feelings supposed to be this complicated? He would’ve been more calm had (Name) not broken his console. It just all slipped out.

“My console…”

“Your console? Seriously?”

Kenma looked over at Kuroo. He had forgot he was even there. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Are you going to at least apologize?”

Kenma simply hummed. He didn’t think he had the right to even speak to (Name). It would be best if they didn’t speak to each other again. He was obviously not ready for anything serious if he acted so childish.

But it hurt. He really wanted to try and have something with (Name). And he ruined that chance.

ꕤ

It had been almost a month, winter break was tomorrow. Kenma avoided (Name) like the plague. Whenever (Name) even tried to talk about what happened, maybe try to put everything behind them, Kenma ran away.

He tried to talk to Kuroo but Kuroo simply said it wasn’t his problem. His volleyball teammates said the same. Lev was a bit more sympathetic and tried to give (Name) some ideas but ultimately said if Kenma didn’t want to talk, he couldn’t force it.

(Name) hated it. If they couldn’t be romantically together, he at least wanted to fix their friendship. It was a bit odd to his other classmates—who thought (Name) would’ve hated Kenma.

But he didn’t. He still wanted Kenma.

He wanted an apology first, don’t get him wrong but he knew Kenma didn’t mean everything he said. Kenma wasn’t that type of person. (Name) was just worried something had to have happened to Kenma that week for him to act so uncharacteristically.

Was it family trouble? Gaming? Did he not have the funds to fix the console when they both heard how it cracked.

It was damaged badly from the fall. (Name) had to visit multiple game stores to find one that had enough confidence to fix it. It was in his bag since last week. He tried multiple times to return it but only got ignored.

“Hirai, what are you doing for winter break?” A classmate, (Name)’s cooking club member, asked him as they began to pack up for the end of the day.

“Nothing really. My aunt is coming over to visit.”

His classmate smirked, “you should come over to my house.” He reached over and tugged at (Name)’s scarf. (Name) simply laughed. His classmate was a touchy person like him but he had a girlfriend.

But to Kenma, he didn’t know that. Which was why he pulled (Name) away from the guy and stormed away, tugging (Name) with him. (Name) followed him but tried to ask what was wrong.

“Kenma! What’s wrong? What happened?!”

“Kenma!! You can’t—!”

(Name) huffed when he suddenly slammed into Kenma’s back. He waited for Kenma to say something. Especially for so rudely taking him away from a conversation.

“Are you dating him?”

“Eh?” But he got no response from Kenma.

(Name) frowned. “Nikimura has a girlfriend… why do you—?” A blush appeared on his face. No way. No way, no way! Was he jealous? He waited for Kenma to say anything but only received a soft sorry before he quickly walked away.

“Kenma!! You can’t just run away!” (Name) yelled at him but that didn’t stop him. He pouted to himself. Just when he thought Kenma was maybe about to apologize and confess his love to him, he cowardly ran away.

“Hirai.”

“Oh, Kuroo!” (Name) watched as Kuroo walked over to him, wondering he saw the whole thing. He hoped not.

“I can take you to his house.”

“Really?!”

“Yea. Your couples quarrel is getting annoying at this point.” Kuroo grinned. “Also, Kenma won’t say what he’s feeling since he thinks you hate him.”

“Let’s go, quickly!” (Name) grabbed Kuroo’s hand and pulled him along.

He was excited. Very excited, he couldn’t hold in his smiles as Kuroo led him to Kenma’s house. He hoped Kenma would take the console back. And maybe, he could get that date he wanted.

Once they reached the house, Kuroo motioned for him to hide to the side. It took only two knocks before Kenma opened the door, a frown on his lips. He looked as if he was crying but (Name) couldn’t really tell. Kenma’s eyes always looked a bit sad.

“Christmas present.” Kuroo smirked.

“What? It’s not even…” Kenma’s voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of (Name). He looked panicked for a moment, wanting to run back to his room but stopped when he saw the console in (Name)’s hand.

“Here,” (Name) walked over and placed the console in his hand. “I paid to have it fixed.”

“Thank you….” Kenma frowned. “Hirai, I’m sorry. I took my anger out in you. That was wrong of me.”

“It was wrong. But I forgive you. But why did you react that way?”

Kenma blushed. “Oh…. I was, uhm, jealous.. I saw you with another guy. I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” He pulled the console up to cover his face.

(Name) giggled, reaching to push it down. “You should’ve just asked me. I only like you.”

It was silent as Kenma just stared at him. As if he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. He thought to himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he should’ve had to apologise more. Maybe pay (Name) some cash for fixing his console.

Kuroo coughed. “I don’t have all day.”

“Why are you still here?” Kenma cursed.

“I wanna see how this plays out.”

Kenma wanted to tell him that this wasn’t some kdrama but decided against it. Kuroo was the one to bring (Name) here. He’d allow it just this once.

“I think I like you too…”

“You think?”

“Kuroo!” (Name) grunted.

“Sorry.”

“Then, wanna go on a date tomorrow? I’m free,” (Name) smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, we can.”

(Name) and Kenma smiled at each other. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders. They’d have some things to discuss for a future relationship but for right now, it felt as if things would be alright for the future.

“Are you guys going to kiss now?”

“Kuroo!!!”

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Showing off my angst chops. I rarely get any requests dealing with sft so I had to do my best

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[vibratingskull]

Would I be able to request Thrawn x pregnant reader? Where Thrawn realizes she’s pregnant before the reader does and gets very protective, but the reader does not understand why, and they end up in an argument but Thrawn wants her to discover the pregnancy herself. I’m not sure how you’d go about that but I know you’re a really good writer so I’d love to see you write that imagine if that makes sense.

Future dad Thrawn, protective Thrawn, jealous Thrawn protecting his pregnant wife... A dream come true really.

Thrawn x F!reader

It just started like any other month, but both of your fates transcended that day.  

“Maker fricking... Gosh!” He hears you curse through the bathroom wall. 

“Is there a problem, Ch’acah? Do you need assistance?” He rises from the sofa to knock at the door. 

You open the door visibly tired.  

“It’s just... My period stopped again but the cramps are here once again!” You sigh visibly at the end of your life. 

Nothing out of the ordinary. Your periods have always been unpredictable since he knew you thanks to PCOS. You could not have them for several months straight and then bleed for almost an entire month. Or they could just come back normal for a period to completely derail once again, just to taunt you. But no matter what, the cramps always come back with a vengeance. 

He could only stand as a witness of your distress and help in the little ways he can. 

“I am terribly sorry, ch’eo Ch’acah. What can I do to help?” 

You sighed again, lowering your shoulders, terribly irritated. 

“I want to nap for an entire month.” 

He smiles, empathetic. He remembers back in the Ascendancy, he was the go-to guy to ask to buy period products in his social circle when no girls around could do it. He never saw it as weird or even humiliating to go to the counter with a tampon box in hand, his friends needed his help and who was he to refuse to extend his hand? He got a lot of weird looks when he entered the pharmacy in his neat Naporar uniform only to go straight to the women’s health section. Ziara forgot her period was supposed to start and he never saw her so... distraught, so on edge and on the verge of tears. He offered her his jacket to wrap around her hips to hide any stains and headed to the store immediately. 

Since that day he always carried a pad in his bag in case of emergency for his friends and female classmates. 

And it came in use more than one time! 

His behavior didn’t change when he started dating you, if anything it came in handy a lot. Always checking if you had a box of menstrual protection in advance without you even asking him, remembering you to sterilize your cup regularly when you wanted to try it, changing numerous sheets you bleed on during the night, hand washing the blood stains on your pajamas that the washer didn’t get. 

He also makes sure you have painkillers at arm’s reach at any time, he will prepare as many hot water bottles as you need while you lay in bed, in pain and uncomfortable, and he will massage your back or rub your lower belly delicately each time you ask, applying gentle pressures strategically. 

He knows an orgasm can greatly reduce periods cramps and will gladly give you one to help relieve you by gently massaging your clit until you are a shaking mess in his hands or a cunnilingus, his favorite method, whether you are bleeding or not. He is not afraid of a bit of blood on his tongue and will eat you out longly until you come hard in his mouth and finally relax as your orgasm eases your painful muscles. 

But if you only want a cuddle he will join you in bed and hold you tight, as the big spoon, caressing your tummy softly. 

That’s no big deal, that’s just what being a good husband is. 

“I understand your distress, Ch’acah. But maybe a month’s nap is unrealistic.”  

You purse your lips, going to sit on the bed. 

“Not only that but I’m super smelly and I hate that.” You grouse. 

He tilts his head. 

“What do you mean? You always smell lovely.” 

“You wish. I already took a shower this morning and I need to take one again, I think my hormones are fucking me up today. I feel so dirty.”  

“Your hygiene is impeccable.” 

“Judge for yourself if you don’t believe me!” You start losing patience, too in pain to be rational. 

He gently approaches to take your hand and smells your wrist. 

He takes a sniff. 

And froze. 

“See?” You respond “I’m dirty, I’m sweaty and miserable!” 

He doesn’t listen, his brain is too focused on trying to rationalize what he is smelling at this very second. He remains still, one knee to the ground, your hand in his, his nose above your delicate wrist and his eyes slowly blinking in the realization of what he is smelling. 

Is it possible? After so many tries, after so many failed attempts and heartbreaking clinical news, could you truly be...? 

He switfly turns his head to you, a breath caught in his throat. You round your eyes in surprise. 

“Wow okay... No need to look so shocked, I know I smell, I’ll take a shower.” 

You do not understand, not yet. 

You hate that odor but to him this is the most delectable one he ever got to smell. 

He slightly rises to push your hair out of the way to bury is face in your neck. 

He has to be sure... 

He deeply inhales with his red eyes closed. 

Oh that delicious smell... 

His heart contracts painfully as he feels waves of dark energy in his veins, propelling him forward, and forcing you to lay on the mattress under his weight. You yelp in surprise as he grabs a fistful of your hair and hugs you painfully tight. 

“Thrawn? What the-” 

He brushes his nose against the skin of your neck, reveling in this new scent, full of wonders and promises. 

After all those years, are you finally pregnant? Full with his baby, your little one to the both of you? Are you going to make him a father? 

His reason urges him to the be rationnal and level headed but his Chiss instincts are waking up with a vengeance of being asleep for so long! 

A baby! 

A miracle! 

He cannot fight the urge to lick your neck from shoulder to jaw, he wants to taste that smell, to taste this victory against destiny itself. 

So many doctors and medics warned your couple. You had fertility problems and you are from two different species, and while you never said it out loud you kind of stopped hoping for a baby after several years of unfruitful tries. You simply resigned yourself. 

He couldn’t hold it against you. You knew your body and you knew the odds. 

He never stopped hoping, he simply kept it low to not upset you, the subject getting sensitive for you. 

But today, 

Today you are pregnant! Today you cheated fate! 

He feels the thrills flowing in his veins, pushing him to claim you as his, leaving his odor on you to deter any rivals. He almost digs his nails in your flesh to keep you close to him. 

He mentally slaps himself, getting back control over that brutal urge, he recover is usual sterness and gently kisses your cheek. 

You look at him suspicsiously, what got over him? 

“As I said, you smell lovely.” He smiled lightly. 

 “What kind of reaction was that?” You ask gauging him up and down. 

“My apologies, Chiss are more sensible to odors and scents than humans.” 

“... And you like mine when I’m sweaty and dirty?” You ask more and more incredulous. 

“You are not dirty, my love.” He brushes his nose with yours, holding your face between his two hands, “And for the record, I love your smell no matter what, I can learn so many things about you with it, like where you are in your cycle, or if you’re off of it...” He tries to hint at it. 

“Hugh, don’t tell me about it.” 

You do not understand. 

It is all right. You are really early in the pregnancy, you have all the time to discover it. 

In fact he wont say a thing, leaving you the surprise. He will even lie and pretend he didn’t knew when you will reveal to him the news, triumphant, that you succeeded against all odds. 

That will be your victory and he will celebrate you for it. 

He can even celebrate you tonight without you knowing! 

“In fact I love it so much I want to devour you right now.” He purrs lowly, waving his hips against yours, brushing his loins between your open legs. 

“Oh Thrawn...” You wince, “I can’t do it with you tonight, I’m too uncomfortable, I’m sorry I-” 

“Oh no, no, no, no, Ch’acah.” He reassures you, “You lay back and relax, let me do the work. I will take great care of you.” 

He knows you can’t do penetrative sex in this state, he will eat you out all night long instead. He is drooling just thinking about it. 

Oh, he’s gonna take such good care of you sweetheart, let him work his magic on you and enjoy yourself! You deserve so many orgasms for your marvelous present to him, he feels motivated to break his personal record. 

He will stop only when you will be crying from overstimulation...  

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“Did you take weight?” Xoxtin asks out of the blue while loudly munching on her dish. 

You raise a warning glance at her. From the corner of your eyes, you see Karin tensing up and Lark’s bite almost takes a wrong turn. 

“I am saying that for you, you should hit the gym more often.” she continues, inconsiderate. 

You roll your eyes with a sigh, who accepted her at the table again?  

“How do you expect to find a man if you let yourself go like that?” She insists. 

“Did he ever crossed your mind that I was not searching for a man maybe?” You falsely smile at her. 

You indeed gained some weight recently, but it always fluctuates with your condition. What’s more bothering you lately is the sickness you have at different time of the day for two weeks now.  

Thrawn is also weirdly... on edge recently? Hard to describe but he is a lot more tactile, hugging just a bit too tight to be comfortable, like he was trying to melt your bodies into one, he seems to try to hold you back when you release his hand, and he seems constantly looming behind your back. You could swear you heard him growl at a colleague talking to you yesterday! 

And as romantic as it might sound you both agreed to keep your marriage a secret and he really isn’t making any effort to be subtle lately. 

Xoxtin purses her lips in disaproval. 

“It’s going to come bite you in the neck if you’re not careful” 

“I have PCOS. I gain and lose weight at the goodwill of my uterus. That’s kinda outside of my control.” 

“I’m saying that for you.” She speaks with her mouth full. 

“Oh come on,” Lark slides into the conversation uninvited, “With or without those new pounds she would still have that pretty face to make heads spin.”  

He suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulder to press you against his body. You’re so taken aback you don’t stop him, do not even tell him to release you. He grabs your chin with his other hand . 

“Look at her! She is adorable.” And he just kisses your cheek. 

You are just about to flick him off when he’s literally ripped out of you violently, making you jump away in fear and surprise.  

“What the...?!” 

You discover Thrawn, looming over Lark, on the ground. His hands are clasped behind his back as usual but he looks at him with daggers, his eyes shine brighter proof of an inner turmoil or intense emotion. He is visibly tense, more than you ever saw him. Lark looks up at him, confused like he doesn’t understand it is Thrawn who just threw him across the floor like trash. 

“Gr-Grand Admiral Thrawn?” He bablbutiates. 

“You will not lay your hands on her again. Am I clear?” Thrawn enunciates slowly, is tone deadly cold. 

You can hear him spit the words between his gritted teeth. 

“It.. It was nothing, just a little peck, I-” 

“Never.Again.Am.I.Clear?” Thrawn repeats deadly. 

“Grand Admiral Thrawn!” You interject, “It’s all right, it was nothing, he was joking.” 

He spins to you and his gaze shocks you to your core. 

He is beyond pissed off. 

He is properly enraged. 

“This was not all right. This was not nothing.” He counters in a calm tone that sends shivers down your spine, “I cannot let such behaviors fly. This is unjustifiable.”  

Okay, Lars trespassed your boundaries but in the end, it was just a kiss on the cheek, Karyn kisses your cheek all the time and Thrawns looks ready to demolish him to blood. He never reacted like that before. 

The fuck was that? 

“I will take him to have a word in my office, Grand Admiral. Do not worry.” Karyn intervenes, standing up she helps Lark to stand up and walk away with him. 

Thrawn keeps looking at you, still and mute while the rest of the mess hall still wonders how to react to that act, silently observing their Grand Admiral they seem ready to flee and scatter at any sound. 

They finally look back at their plates in submission but you remain standing, looking at Thrawn with incomprehension. He grabs your hand and pulls you in the corridor of the Chimaera. 

“Thrawn, what the fuck?!” You complain. 

“I do not want you to eat at the mess hall anymore. You will take your meals in my suite from now on.” He doesn't even look at you saying that, he just keeps walking straight ahead, pulling you behind him. 

“Why would I do that?” You protest at his audacity. 

“Because I order it.” 

You rip your hand of his grip harshly, prompting him to stop and turn towards you with eyes telling you are in trouble. 

But you can be both enraged. 

“Thrawn. With all the respect I owe you, who the fuck do you think you are to order me around like that?” 

He straightens his back, rising with all his height. 

“Your Grand Admiral, and more importantly, your husband.” 

You just cannot believe what you are hearing right now. This is so unlike him! He never got so angry that he resorted to violence, that he physically removed you from a place and now is ordering you around like that! 

Thrawn is not like that. This is not the man you chose for the rest of your life. 

“You think it gives you any power over me?!” 

He advert his gaze to look around and open a door. 

“Please enter. Let us discuss inside privately.” 

You breathe through your nose and enter, not without stabbing him with your eyes. Once inside the conference room, you spin to look at him, crossing your arms on your chest and frowning. 

“What is wrong with you lately? What is going on?!” 

“You are obviously the victim of sexual harassment by your male colleagues. I took the action to intervene for your integrity.” 

You blink, taking a second to process his words. 

“Lark is a dumbass and a clown, but he is not dangerous. If you didn’t ‘take action’ as you said I would have been able to get rid of him myself and with way less drama and publicity.” You correct him. 

He readjusts his position on his feet, grounding himself. He seems calmer but his eyes remain dark and agitated. 

“So you expected me to not act when he put his hands on your body and kissed you without consent?” He asks. 

“No. And I am glad you reacted to protect me. But throwing him to the ground like that? Publically? Like I thought our marriage was supposed to remain a secret and today you seemed ready to beat him to a pulp!” 

“I acted to protect you.” 

“Did you? Or did you protect your ego?”  

His nostril flares but he remains silent. 

Why can’t you see ? 

How you make heads turn and spin all around. 

Before he didn’t mind it. He knows you will never cheat on him, as he would never cheat on you. He never felt the need to resort to violence to deter any rivals, you stopped them very effectively yourself as he gazed lovingly at you from afar. 

But since he knows, all looks caressing your skin is insufferable to him, revolting, a stab in his own flesh, cutting so deep he feels like bleeding to death. 

So when Lark laid his hands on you and kissed your cheek, his brain just... Blacked out. 

His conscience took a backseat as his instincts took the reins and he grabbed the poor fool to throw him on the ground. He didn’t punched him, but he didn't lack the will. 

It was terribly tempting to make him an example.  

To assert his dominance over the foolish suitor who though he could steal the pregnant wife of a Chiss. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know. Who kisses a colleague so brazenly like that in the first place? 

He knew that it would be challenging. He heard tales of males Chiss going off the rails for their pregnant partner in his youth and witnessed some crazy acts in his adulthood. So he knew he would have to prepare himself mentally to protect your common secret, to not loose his cool. He even thought that he would rise above that, that he had full control of his anger and possessivity. 

But when he saw Lark all over you... 

It was simply so sickening and maddening, and his protective and possessive instinct just screamed at him so loudly that he simply lost control. He forgot about your relationship being a secret, he forgot about being the Grand Admiral, he forgot about his usual restrain. 

His only goal was your and the baby’s safety. Who does this man thought he was to touch a Chiss’ mate? A Chiss’ wife? The future mother of a Chiss? He needed to be put in his place urgently.  

Now that he has calmed down, he realizes how unbecoming of him and reckless it was.  

But if you think he is going to say sorry, you are terribly wrong. 

He will not apologize for protecting his pregnant wife. In fact he will do it again, as many times as he has to. 

The thing that you are not understanding and that he is slowly realizing right now, is that he could kill fo you. 

One of his own officers, no second thought.  

If they push the right buttons, he will not take responsibility for his actions.  

Because Chiss are protective of their families to an extent you still have absolutely no idea. When Chiss see their partner and children in danger, things get really dangerous, really quickly.  

The syndicure had to put special laws in place and create a special category of crime for those very situations. The murder of a rival to protect a wife and an unborn baby was a classic of Chiss culture since millennials, it was a popular trope for books and movies, plays and operas, something deeply ingrained in their psyche. 

Barbaric for other species, perfectly justified in their eyes. 

So you can sit your pretty butt on any apology because you’re not going to get one. 

“Won’t you say something at least?!” You press him. 

“I understand where you are coming from. But I do not expect you to understand.” 

“Oh really? And why is that if you please? What, I am too stupid to understand the Grand Admiral Thrawn’s glorious mind?” You scoff. 

He deeply inhales. He really doesn’t want to tell you, it would spoil it for you. You deserve to discover it for yourself and have the joy to tell him. He so longs for your sparking eyes when you will approach him with a pregnancy test hidden behind your back. Who is he to rob you of that special moment? 

“You know I never thought that about you.” He counters . 

“Well you sure sound like you do right now.” 

You are very clearly pissed at him but right now he wants nothing more but to take you in his arms and carry you tight to the suite to lay in bed with you. He wants to hide you from the rest of the universe, to hug you so tight that you fusion in one single being, like that you will be safe and sound. He wants to smell his scent on you, mixing with yours in a perfect new fragrance. He wants you safe under his body, caged by his weight so nothing could ever reach and hurt you, protecting you with his large stature. 

But you would claw his face. So he keeps his urge on a leash. 

“I never had and never will have such opinions about you, I respect you too much.” 

“But clearly not enough to have the nerves to order me around like that!”  

You’re really not going to spare him, do you? 

Would he usually have the nerve to grab you to drag you to another place or give you orders like a child? No. 

But he felt justified. When it comes to protecting his Ch’acah and unborn baby he has all the rights in the universe! 

Protecting you and your baby is his sole focus and worry every day, his mission to the Empire became secondary to him. 

“Listen. I don’t know what came over you but I have been sick for months now, I don’t sleep, I puke every day, my back is destroyed and my PCOS is acting up, so I do not have the patience to deal with men petty ego battles right now!” You almost shout, at the end of your patience. 

He remains silent, listening to you breathing heavily. He patiently waits, looking at you silently. He is fully calmed down now and only looks at you with adoration in his shiny red eyes. 

How could he be mad at you when you are carrying his child? This is simply impossible. This is beyond him. 

“Do you feel better?” He softly ask. 

You wince. 

“I.... Yes. Sorry I screamed. But it needed to be said.” You respond, with a nicer tone. 

“I understand and do not hold it against you. In your state mood swings are very common.” 

You sniff, slowly relaxing. 

“My state, my state... PCOS don’t give me mood swing you know it.” You caress a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I am not talking about your PCOS, Ch’acah. “ 

You raise an eyebrow with a silent question. 

He ponders, should he tell you? Keep the secret? 

Sure seeing you come to him with your largest smile to tell you the news sounds terribly alluring, but keeping the news away from will prevent you from getting the appropriate care. 

You could hurt yourself and the baby at the gym or while training with colleagues. 

He got rid of all the alcohol bottles in the suite behind your back but he knows Faro has a nice whisky collection and loves to invite you over. 

The risks are too high, every new day brings its new set of dangers. He needs to put a stop to it. 

“You may want to sit, my love.”  

You look at him, incredulous, but cave in. 

He sits in another chair and leans forward to take your hand in his. He gently caresses the back of it with his thumb, reveling in the softness of your thin human skin. He looks at you and cannot refrain from a smile stretching his lips right now, his second hand comes to caress your cheek. 

Your shared life flashes in his mind, all those moments at each other side. So precious.  

“I love you so much, Ch’acah.” He softly says, devouring your gorgeous face with his eyes. 

“Thrawn, you look like you’re about to tell me something shocking.” You reply a bit freaked out. 

He chuckles lightly. 

“You will be shocked, I am sure. But in a good way, I promise you.” 

“Okay.” You readjust yourself in your chair, bracing yourself for what he is about to throw at you. “I am listening.” 

“(Y/n), Ch’acah, my love, light of my days, star of my nights,” He says incredibly softly, squeezing your hand tenderly, caressing your cheekbone, his read eyes spilling love, “You are pregnant.” 

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[serxinns]

I was thinking of doing this trope but I wanted to give it to you!! So we all know class 1A is obsessive and sickly in love with their darling. But think of it- if the darling was secretly yan as well. So one night as a student goes snooping through y/n’s room they find a hidden diary and it is how they love their classmates and know little things- and how they stalk them too. But y/n doesn’t really notice the class is yan too!! I think it’s cute idea

OMG YES BRO THIS IS LIKE UNHEALTHY OBSESSION IN A NUTSHELL

It all made sense it actually would've all made sense

Now when you 1st went into the class you were so elated you just wanted to hug everyone and anyone you you were just a t the most innocent little sweetheart that needed to be protected and coddled you were always brought gifts and adorable little cards whenever they felt sad or gave them little dolls of themselves you were very protective of them which made their hearts swoon you even didn't mind of their coddling and disturbingly obsessive nature! You were just perfect

But something was weird going around like why Denki felt like being watched when he was in the middle of changing or another day Hakagure and Mina were shocked when they saw their rooms in a mess and hakagures lucky shirt was gone and Mina's favorite socks were missing strange but it wasn't you right..but even the more they hung out with you the more strange behaviors they notice

Like when you knew strangely what Bakugo's favorite food was and how he liked it and made it in a all might theme bento box but bakugo didn't mind ofc he thought it was secretly adorable but off or how you would give strong hugs to kirishima or whenever he got hurt you'll quickly get protective and even bring a medkit with you even tho it was just a small scratch,

Ochako noticed how one of the plushies you gave her had a strange blinking red light on their eye... or Mina felt a dark aura behind her when she was talking to Kendo but it was just you at 1st she would brush it off now it felt suspicious or whenever izuku ask for information about you, you would try to add a bit more saying "well my quirk is that but do you know my hands get softer and warmer the more I use my quirk " or "did you know i also use this type of shampoo" it was almost like you were trying to impress him. But they all brushed it off cause it's no way they thought it was you!

That was untill one day..

Sero was on the way to invite you to hang out with him and the bakusquad he went to your door and knocked, There was no answer so he pushed the door and was prised it was open he knew it was wrong to sneak in people's rooms but he can't help it You just was so addicting so he checked to see if the coast was Cleary and slowly went in shutting your door behind him he started snooping and looking under your bed for stuff he can keep but that was until he saw a small little (favorite color) diary with stickers on it and a do not open on there sero thought it was cute and open it

At 1st the pages were innocent just talking about your day and your interests and all that sero just sighed dreamily but as he flipped to the next page he was shocked there were little doodles of Kota and you were explaining how adorable and quiet he was and he admired how much he loved animals and was thinking into going into his room and see what type of animal he like so you can gift him it.!? Sero's eyes were wide open and as he flip to the next page he saw that you did the same think with Sato, then tokoyami, then Mina, then on and on it goes he realized how each chapter were pages dedicated to them!

He got up quietly put the diary in his shirt hiding it and quickly opened the dorm door quietly shut the door and started walking away needing to tell the others

When Sero made it to the comment room Mina saw him and jumped and ran to him looking around to see if you were there and pouted to see no "Hey Sero where y/n I thought you were gonna get her what gives!" She said hands on her hips and looking sternly at him "I didn't find them but I found their diary.." now everyone in the common room was eyes on him curious of what was in the diary "a diary sweet dude! Lemme read it!" Denki was about to snatch the diary out of sero hands untill iida protested

"what made you think reading someone's private property is just wrong" "Oh please don't act like Mr goodie two shoes when I saw you getting your pair of shorts your just as bad as all of us class rep," Jirou said with a sly smirk while iida glared at her about to say something but bakugo harshly interrupted "ARE YOU DUMBASS IS GONNA CLMOUR AND BICKER OR JUST OPEN THE DAMN BOOK ALREADY?" Iida and Jirou got silent and looked at each other while Denki got the book out of Sero's hands and began to read it let's say if his jaw was in the ocean it would've dropped down to where the deep sea critters

Some students noticed this and they started to look im the diary one by one they pass it to another curious student and their reaction was just the same at the time everyone reaction was shocked even Bakugo looked slightly surprised they wanted to say something but they couldn't they were just speechless untill they heard you skipping down the halls Mina quickly grabbed the book and threw it under the couch and everyone acted normal trying not to either question you or to jump up and hug you and squeal

"Hey guys have you seen my diary!" Everyone started at your bright smile faced "n-nope no diary here hehe.."

Everyone else joined in stating they were either in the common room or in their dorms you looked at them for a second and signed "aw darn clumsy me probably left it in the lunch room be such a shame if someone read it"

most of your classmates could've sworn they felt venom in your voice when you said that which sent chills but adoration at the same time "Anyway I'm gonna go to bed see ya in the morning" Everyone said goodnight to you waving and all and they were left alone with their thoughts

They were gonna have to talk to you tomorrow afterthie