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[petite-ely]

Afraid // JJ Maybank

four - siblings querelle

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: bad language (who’s surprised at this point), mention of fighting and getting beat up, mention of blood, underage drinking, mention of gun and violence, mention of drowning, mention of smoking, fear of losing sibling, mention of death, I think that’s it?? Tell me if I missed something

Description: after a rough day, y/n has fun during a kegger on the boneyard, but John B doesn’t seem to like it.

A/n: here it is! Sorry for the wait school started this week and I was really busy, but yeah, hope you enjoy!! :)

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It was a couple of hours later, the sun was starting to set, creating and beautiful golden light on the boneyard. The kegger was roaring. You could see Pogues dancing around and enjoying the music, tourons flirting with locals and even some Kooks were there.

“Chug it chug it chug it.” Y/n downed her red solo cup full of beer, throwing it at JJ once it was empty, a small giggle escaping her mouth. “Yeah! You go y/n!” The blond exclaimed cheerfully.

John B shook his head disapprovingly at his sister’s action.

“what?” Y/n stared back at him. “It was a long day. Can’t I have some fun once in a while? Or is that something you can’t possibly wrap your mind around?” he crossed his arms, a stern look on his face.

“Why are you acting this way? I’m just trying, to look out for you, y/n/n.”

She grunted at his words, rolling her eyes at the same time. “Well, don’t. You can’t just boss me around JB, you’re not my dad.”

John B’s expression turned sour at the mention of his dad. “Whatever.” He turned around and started to walk away. “If you wanna act reckless and irresponsible, I don’t care. I’m not stopping you, but don’t come back to me if ever you get in trouble. I won’t be there for you.”

“Damn, he’s really mad uh?” JJ now stood by the girl’s side, holding two cups full of beer. “What did you do, stab him in the back?” she scoffed “Well, he sure acts like it, all I did was have a little fun. Ugh he’s such vibe killer.”

“Give me that,” she took one of the cup out of JJ’s hand and swallowed the content of it in a matter of seconds.

“Whoa,” he put his hand on the girl’s back “are you good?“ “I’m wonderful, couldn’t be better.” JJ frowned.

“Are you sure? You’re not acting like your usual self.” Y/N scoffed. “Just because I’m having a beer or two doesn’t mean I’m about to have a mental breakdown J. Trust me I’m alright.”

“Look I know sometimes we all drink together, and once in a while you and I smoke a joint for fun, but this-” he motioned to her, or rather the way she was acting “-this isn’t you y/n.”

The girl bit her lip harshly, as she thought of what to say next. He was right, this wasn’t her. During keggers, y/n would usually spend her nights sitting on a log by the bonfire (when there was one). She would chat with Kie and some other friends about various subjects like environmental issues, astrology and other such things.

Sometimes she would stay silent and admire the shapes that formed the fire, listening to the conversations around her whilst making up poems in her mind. Other times, when she felt a little braver, she’d go on and talk with a cute touron that was there for the night (she might end up kissing them but nothing more than that). On some nights, she’d just take Kiara’s hand and drag her away giggling like a little child. The two of them would just dance together to the music playing in the background, as if they were the only ones standing on the beach.

On rarer occasions, she’d just slip away from the party and climb to the highest place she could think of, whether it was a hill, a tree or a rooftop. She’d just sit down somewhere comfortable and silently admire the constellations dancing for her. (Sometimes she’d bring one of the pogues with her and they would play some soft music and talk about anything and everything). Those were always the best nights.

Since the beginning of the party, y/n had acted like a total stranger. She had danced, yeah but with people she didn’t know and she had drank, a lot. She had actually volunteered to participate in some stupid drinking game, a thing she had criticized many times before. JJ enjoyed it in the beginning. Watching her get out of her shell, being friendly and mixing with the crowd. But right now, he didn’t know the person standing in front of him. Y/n was soft and kind (although sometimes she used a pretty rough vocabulary) and also smart and funny. Not reckless, insensitive, spontaneous or careless.

Why was she acting this way?

Truth is, y/n didn’t completely know the reason for her behaviour. She has had a long day, that was part of it (and also a rough year). She wanted to forget for one night, yeah that was it. Forget about her dad, forget all her problems, forget who she was. It was like she put on this mask and became a totally different person for the night. She just wanted to have fun and act crazy for this one night. After that she’d go back to being her normal self. After all, she was allowed to have fun.

She wiped the small trickle of blood that ran down her lip. “You’re right,” she agreed. “This isn’t me. But I- I don’t want to be me for the night. I don’t want to worry and think about all the sad tragedies of life. I wanna have fun. I want to get drunk and dance and do some stupid things.” She looked at him directly in the eyes, her gaze softening at the sight. “ I promise that tomorrow, I’ll be me again.”

JJ removed his hand from her back and pulled gently at his blond locks. “Alright. I just hope you won’t regret it all tomorrow.” He said, before disappearing in th crowd.

What’s it all worth if I don’t regret it just a little bit? She thought.

Y/n slipped away into the crowd too, looking around her for Kie. The sun had fully set now, making it a bit harder for her to see through the mass of bodies all stuck to one another. Finally, after a long five minutes of looking (though it felt like much more), her eyes landed on her curly headed friend, sitting on a large piece of wood.

“Hey cutie.” She sat down beside the brunette. “Hey girlie.”

“How are you doing?” Asked Kie, taking a sip out of her reusable cup half full of beer (y/n actually had a matching one, but forgot it back at the château). “Oh, I’m just uh peachy, I’m just peachy.” y/n said with a small laugh, happiness dripping off her words like sweet honey.

Kie took a second to look at her friend. She had the most ridiculous grin slapped on her face, like a five year old on a sugar rush. Her cheeks were flushed pink and so was the tip of her nose. (It looked very adorable.)

“Are you drunk?” Y/n giggled. “Maybe just a little bit.”

To be honest she didn’t remember the last time she had gotten drunk. It felt so far away. She felt warm and fuzzy inside and like nothing could hurt her. Thiose were all signs that she was slowly getting more and more intoxicated by the alcohol she was drinking.

“So,” she booped the tip of Kiara’s nose. “What’s with you and my brother. Do you like him perhaps?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Not the way you think.” “Uh?”

“I mean, John B’s very cute and kind and all, and I love and care about him, but the same way you do. Like a brother. I don’t see him as nothing more than that.” y/n nodded.

“What about JJ?” Kiara nudged the y/h/c girl. “Did you finally tell him?”

“Are you crazy?! No! I’m not that drunk,” y/n responded loudly. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me that way. He seemed so-” she took a small pause to search for the right word. “he seemed disappointed in me or something when we talked earlier.”

“Why? What makes you-”

Kiara was cut off by some shouting and screams being heard further away on the beach. A fight was about to break. She grabbed her friend by the arm. “Let’s go see.”

The girls arrived to see John B and Topper facing each other with threatening expressions, surrounded by a circle of curious people who only wanted to see them hurting the other one.

Topper Thornton? When did he get there ? And if he’s here that means that- y/n stopped her thoughts as her eyes landed on the blonde girl, watching her boyfriend with a scared look on her face. Sarah Cameron, Kook Princess.

“Dirty pogues!” John B shoved the kook harshly earning a chorus of exclaimation from the crowd gathering around them.

“Woah!” The two of them were circling each other, getting dangerously close to the water.

“John B!” Pope yelled at his friend. “We’re supposed to be incognito remember?”

“Babe, babe, babe, babe!” Sarah approached them, trying to stop her boyfriend from hitting the pogue.

Topper hit John B first, the impact sending him down in the water. Y/n quickly sobered up from the slightly intoxicated state she was in at the sight of her brother getting beat up. It was almost as if she could feel the hit on her own body.

“Guys! Guys! Chill!” Topper kicked John B right in the sides as he was trying to get up, sending him back down into the salty water.

“Hey John B, don’t make me down you like your old man, alright?!”

Y/n’s blood boiled in her veins, her face turning red with rage. She was so angry. First he had insulted her brother, and then hurt him but that wasn’t enough for him. He wasn’t satisfied. He had to mention their father. That was like putting alcohol right into a fresh wound. How could he do such a thing? At this point, y/n was basically fuming, she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“You take that back you brainless piece of shit!” She launched herself into the fight, not caring whether she’d get hurt or not.

“Y/n, no!”

She jumped on Topper’s back, in hope of sending him down and make him stop hurting her brother anymore. She was able to strike him a couple of times right in the jaw, before he pushed her off violently, sending her flying down and hit the ground with a loud thud. She was just about to get back in the fight when two strong arms dragged her away.

“Let go of me!” She yelled, squirming to get away from Pope’s grip.

“As much as I would like to see you take him down, y/n/n,” said the Heyward boy, still holding her firmly, “John B would kill me if I didn’t stop you.”

Y/n sighed loudly and stopped trying to get away from her friend’s hold on her. She watched closely as John B pushed Topper right in the water and winced every time he got hit.

“Stop you guys!” yelled Kie.

They were both hitting each other without taking a break, making small grunts and groans at the same time. It was getting so violent, so fast. JB pushed Topper in the ocean again.

“Come on Topper! Come on!” He screamed with rage before going back into the fight.

“John B please stop!” y/n pleaded. The crowd was cheering as the fight went on, only encouraging the two teens to continue hurting one another.

Y/n gasped as John B went flying backwards into the water. They were in a much deeper part now and Topper was holding him down into the water. He was gonna drown.

“Topper! Topper, stop! No!” Sarah screamed.

“He’s gonna drown him!” Pope’s voice shaking slight in fear.

Tears were filling the Routledge girl’s eyes and sliding down her cheeks. She was no longer angry but so frightened. Her brother had his head underwater, not breathing for more than half a minute. He was gonna drown, he was gonna die too and she’d be alone, for good now. She couldn’t do it without him, no she couldn’t. She had lived all her life with him by her side, her best memories were spent with him. She couldn’t do it alone. She needed him.

“Topper, please. Let him go!” she was so desperate at this point. She was practically begging him for mercy. She didn’t even bother hiding the despair and concern in her voice. Her tears were crashing on the sand. She was breathless, panting even, the world spinning around her. It was like she was the one underwater. Like she could feel exactly what her brother was feeling.

JJ took a look at her and then at John B, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest at the sight of both of them. He had to do something. He couldn’t let Topper kill his best friend. He hurried to find his backpack, taking the black object he had stolen previously that day.

He held the gun against Topper’s temple, the safety releasing a clicking noise. “Yeah, you know what that is. Your move brisky!” JJ spat, his face almost purple with fury.

Y/n’s hand went to her mouth. JJ brought the gun and he was holding it at Topper’s head. She couldn’t believe it. The sight of the firearm, barely visible but still slightly glistening under the moonlight, was enough to send shivers ripple along her back. She didn’t like seeing JJ hold it this way, with so much pride in his eyes, like it brought him so much power (though it kinda did).

He wielded it as though it was something that protected him against every possible danger. Like he was invincible. It was almost sickening. He shouldn’t be this proud, this brave while holding it. It was a deadly arm, he should’ve been just as scared as she was. What if he hurted someone? Or himself? What if he killed someone? Y/n almost regurgitated the entire content of her stomach at the thought.

“JJ, no.” She had wanted to shout, but her voice came out softly, barely louder than a whisper.

People were now running away, hurrying to their car to get away from the crazy maniac with a gun. Y/n was paralyzed with fear. She wanted to move, to run and throw the stupid gun in th ocean, but it was like her feet were glued to the ground.

“JJ put the gun down!”

“Did you say something princess?” JJ turned his head to Sarah, his hands still holding the firearm against Topper’s head.

“We’re good. We’re good.” Topper let go of John B’s body, his hand raised up in surrender.

“Kie can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah spoke, making Kiara glare at her with hatred.

“John B!” y/n rushed to her brother, pushing everyone that came in her way. She didn’t care about her clothes which were getting more and more soaked with every deacons she spent in the cold waves. She offered him her hand, helping him get up and then quickly pulling him into a tight hug.

“Thank god your okay.” She let go of him.

John coughed intensely for what seemed like an eternity, the three thousand liters of water he had swallowed coming out of his mouth at the same time. Y/n looked at him worryingly, her stomach still bubbling with anxiety.

One of his eye was starting to swell, a deep red colour surrounding it. He would have to ice it if he didn’t want it to turn purple. His nose was also bleeding, the blood flowing down and dripping on his lips. Y/n wiped the blood away with her palm and pulled him in an other hug, once he had caught his breath a little more.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you,” she choked on her words, “if you didn’t make it.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he grabbed her by the shoulders, still slightly panting. “I’m alright, little bug, I’m alright. My eye might be turning blue and my body might hurt, but I’m still alive aren’t I? I’m still here.” he reassured.

Y/n let out a small smile. She was still incredibly worried for her brother. He was hurt, but he was alive, that was good. Now all she wanted was to go back home and help him take care of his wounds.

“Okay every one listen up!” y/n flinched at JJ’s voice. He was so angry, it almost scared her. “Get the hell off of our side of the island!”

He fired the gun twice in the air, the sound echoing on the almost empty beach. Y/n almost fell back in surprise, letting go of her brother at the same time. The sound was ringing in her ear, her hands trembling. Why was he doing that?

She had acted so carelessly at the beginning of the night that she became a stranger in JJ’s eyes. But now, he was the one acting crazy and stupidly. It was not uncommon for JJ to be reckless but this? No, that wasn’t him.

Who was that person standing in front of her?

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》you have a crush on bobby pins

pairing; shinso x f!reader

genre; fluff

wordcount; 2235

synopsis; it’s shinso’s birthday and he gets a very peculiar gift from a mystery person.

a/n; wooooo it’s shinso day! this is purely self indulgent and also heavily inspired by this assclass karashuu fic by @/gwendee on ao3! they’re like my all time favorite writer yes i just-

“Happy birthday, Shinso!” 

“Thanks,” the purple haired boy glances back at the girl who had just walked past time, giving her a small smile just to be polite. 

He doesn’t know that girl, he thinks. Ever since he’s joined the hero course he’s been getting a lot more attention, which he guesses was to be expected. It’s not bad, he supposes, but it does stand in stark contrast from how they had treated him just a year ago, shunning him because of his quirk. It’s a nice change.

 Coming to a stop in front of his shoe locker, he opens it only to promptly be hit in the face by an onslaught of gifts and letters. Shinso sighs. 

“Isn’t this is a bit too much,” he mutters quietly as he bends down to pick them up, nose scrunching a little when he catches a whiff of all the combined perfumes the girls must have drowned their cards and presents in.

Behind him Kaminari whistles lowly, eyeing the small mountain. “Bro, you’re gonna catch up to Todoroki’s level in no time. That dude has two fanclubs just here at school, I seriously have no idea how he does it.”

Finally managing to get everything out of his locker he slips on his indoor shoes, tapping them gently the floor before looking up at the blonde, unamused. 

“Take whatever you want,” he gestures at the pile. “It’s not like I would be able to eat so much chocolate anyways. I don’t even like them that much.”

“Sweet,” the blonde flashes him a grin, already fishing out a bag from his backpack and wasting no time with shoving boxes in. “You’re the best.”

“You came prepared, didn’t you.” Shinso grabs the cards and envelopes, scanning through the names to see if anything catches his eye. Unsurprisingly, nothing does so he just tucks them away in his bag. Of course you hadn’t put something in his shoe locker, that’s just cliché.

Kaminari shrugs, standing up and heaving the bulging bag over his shoulder. “Bakugo never wants his presents either, so I’m ready for it.”

When he gets to the classroom he’s greeted by a chorus of birthday wishes and another small stack of gifts on his desk. These elicit a genuine smile from him. They’re from people who know him well and it shows in the unique presents they had each picked out. 

It’s sappy but the thought they put into the presents makes his heart warm, and he doesn’t even try to stop the fond smile creeping onto his face as he flips through the album Midoriya had given him, complete with cute little notes from everyone. 

His eyes widen when he gets to the bottom of the pile, looking at the small pouch in confusion. There’s a few bobby pins inside and a small scrap of notebook paper, unfolding it to see “happy birthday” hastily written in chicken scratch. Clearly whoever wrote it was either in a hurry or didn’t really put any effort into the gift.

It’s a strangely thoughtful present, he supposes. Maybe now his hair would finally stay out of his face even when he does his homework after school and his hair gel softens just enough to let a few wisps constantly poke at his eyes.

Shinso thinks long and hard about who possibly could have given him such a peculiar gift even as the school bell rings, tuning out Aizawa’s announcements as he gets lost in his own thoughts, eyes scanning the room for any potential answers. 

There’s no way it could’ve been a boy. Last time he checked none of them were beauty gurus, and he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t know how to even use a bobby pin either, including himself.

So it was most likely a girl then. He finds his thoughts automatically drifts toward you, but he shoots the assumption down before it can even become an idea. Sure, out of all the girls he was definitely closest to you, but he’s convinced that you only talk to him because you feel sorry for his antisocial ass.

He sighs, burying his face in his hands. Now that he had jumped onto this thought train he can’t stop thinking about those stupid bobby pins. 

---

“Midoriya,” he later asks during class when he can’t take the curiosity anymore, “do you know if anyone in our class uses bobby pins?”

 Midoriya looks visibly confused from his strange question, and Shinso honestly doesn’t blame him at all. “Aren’t they really common? I’m not sure, but even Eri has some.”

That wasn’t helpful at all. Shinso thanks him anyways, and moves on to see if Kaminari and his habit of “observing” girls would be of any help. 

“Kaminari, I need you to help me find out who gave me bobby pins as a birthday present.”

The incredulous gaze he gets in response is definitely something he expected. “Um, what now?”

Shinso repeats himself, slower this time. The blonde still doesn’t seem to get it, so he pulls the small satchel out of his pocket and shows him. “Bobby pins,” he repeats, hoping Kaminari would connect the dots.

“Woah,” says Kaminari.

Shinso waits patiently to see if he had anything else to say. “That’s it? /Woah/?”

“I don’t know, man,” Kaminari peers at the little scrap of paper, studying the handwriting carefully. “I can help you ask around though. See what Jiro knows.”

---

Later that day after school he takes the bag out and puts it on his desk, staring at the small note that came with. He feels stupid for having used up most of his birthday thinking about bobby pins of all things. 

 “I need to know,” he tells himself before pulling out his phone and dialing.

 “The fuck you want, dipshit.” Bakugo picks up almost instantly, which Shinso is very thankful for.

“I need advice.”

“And you think I’m gonna help you like some shitty therapist? Fuck off, I don’t wanna hear you whine like a little bitch.”

Shinso waits a few moments, and when Bakugo doesn’t hang up he starts talking again. “I got bobby pins from someone in our class,” he begins. 

“Why do I need to know this.” The blonde sounds angry on the other end, so he decides to stoke his ego a little.

 “You don’t sugarcoat things, and I need you to tell me what I don’t want to hear. Not exactly something Midoriya can do.”

Bakugo snorts. “Damn right that shitty Deku’s useless. He’s fucking stupid.” 

“Yes,” Shinso agrees, “so help me out here.” 

And so he tells Bakugo everything. It’s not much given he really didn’t know anything about the mystery sender, but the blonde listens anyways, grunting occasionally to acknowledge his story.

“You have a crush on bobby pins,” Bakugo concludes when Shinso’s finished. 

“Say what now.” 

“You don’t know shit about whoever sent them but you can’t stop thinking about them. It’s pretty straightforward.”

The purple boy sighs loudly, not knowing what to say. Bakugo’s not wrong, really. It’s either that or-

“It’s either that or you have a crush on Y/N, since you obviously think she’s the one who gave them to you,” Bakugo says.

Shinso swears out loud. “I did not want to hear that,” he tells the other boy.

“Sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t have fuckin called me in the first place. This is a waste of time.” Bakugo doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“She doesn’t like me back.” At this point he doesn’t even bother hiding his crush on you anymore. If you were going to find out you would have ages ago.

“Why can’t you just ask her yourself and quit forcing me to listen to you whine like a little bitch.”

“Oh yeah.” He hadn’t even considered that an option. “I’ll definitely do that.”

“Cool. Can I leave now?”’

“Sure. Thanks, Bakugo.”

“I don’t want to hear your sappy shit,” is all he says before he hangs up. 

Shinso takes in a deep breath before pulling up your contact and quickly typing in a message, finger hovering on the send button, contemplating whether he should send such a dumb-sounding message and potentially weird you out. 

He’s still staring at the screen, his other hand going to brush hair from his eyes as he debates with himself.  

Suddenly there’s a knock at his door that snaps him out of his thoughts and makes him jump, resulting in his finger accidentally hitting the send button. Groaning in frustration, he gives himself five seconds to wallow in his regrets before getting up to open the door, definitely not expecting to see you there. 

“‘Toshi! I know it’s your birthday but it’s still Friday night, and you know what that means,” you grin at him, letting yourself in and flopping onto his bed. 

He closes the door and nods, sighing with the motion makes his hair fall into his eyes again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna force me to watch Haikyuu with you again.” 

You pout at him, scooting over to make space for him as you pull up the website on your laptop. “Don’t say it like you don’t enjoy it. I see the way you look whenever Yamaguchi gets to serve.”

“Shut up,” is all he says in response, but there’s no heat in his words.

“You aren’t denying it,” you say giddily, but your tone changes when you look at him and see him brushing hair out of his eyes again. 

“Didn’t you get the bobby pins his morning? Use them, geez,” you say casually as if it were no big deal.

Shinso freezes in his actions, trying to process what you had just said. “Yeah, I did,” he says carefully, trying not to give way the way his heart was racing in his chest, “how’d you know?”

Just then your phone pings, you laughing when you see his message. “Mhm, I put them there. If you’re not gonna use them then give ‘em back, I don’t wanna waste any. 

“Thanks,” he says, feeling oddly touched now that he knew it was really you. “I would use them but I don’t know how to.”

 You raise a brow, surprised by this new information. “Seriously? Don’t worry, I gotcha. Where are they?”

 Reaching over to grab a few from his desk he hands them to you, sitting still as you shuffle around to sit between his legs, carefully gathering the stray locks and twisting them gently. “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?”

 His brain is short-circuiting from how close you suddenly are. He can practically smell your shampoo, and seeing you so pretty and focused up close doesn’t help him calm his heart at all. 

 Your lips look really kissable right now, he thinks to himself. If he just tilted his head up the smallest of fractions your lips would meet, but he’s too afraid of ruining your friendship.

 “Damn, you really put a lot of effort into getting me a present,” he murmurs, “with the chicken scratch and all.”

 “Shush, you know how bad I am with birthdays. Be grateful I got you anything at all.”

 “Wow, I’m so touched,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes at how you had just blatantly admitted you didn’t remember his birthday, “guess this means I don’t have to get you that Oikawa figure for your birthday then.” 

 He chuckles when he feels you freeze up from his words. “What? You literally gave me your own pins and told me to give them back. What kind of a crappy birthday present is that?”

 “No, please. I need my Tooru,” you whine, voice smaller than before. “I’ll get you something, anything I can afford, okay? Just tell me what you want.”

 He hums, thinking about his options,  waiting for you to get back to work on his hair before speaking up again. “Anything?”

 “Anything my wallet can handle,” you clarify, mock glaring at him as you pull at the strands roughly, making him grunt in pain. “Okay okay, I got it, chill.”

 “I don’t think what I want is going to hurt your wallet at all,” he breathes, studying your reaction to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable. 

 “Mhm,” you say, not really paying attention to his words as you slide the last bobby pin into his hair, “I’m done! What do you want then-”

 You’re interrupted by him tilting his head up ever so slightly to press his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Gasping in surprise, you don’t even have time to react before he pulls back, rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully. 

 “Um, I’m sorry,” he begins, but this time you cut him off, throwing your hands around him and grinning.

 “For what, stupid? Kiss me again.”

 There’s no denying your words set his cheeks away, but he swallows before leaning back in to connect your lips again. Hands carefully snaking their way around your waist and pulling you even closer, holding you so gently as if he were afraid you would shatter or disappear. 

 “I really like you,” Shinso whispers when you pull apart, bumping his nose gently against yours.

 “I like you a lot too, ‘Toshi,” you grin, “happy birthday.” 

 He hums in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Best birthday ever.”

---

“I should just give you my phone case or something for your birthday.”

 “What the hell? Our phones aren’t even the same model!”

[imaginekpoplikethis]

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You would never admit it but you were glad your friends had managed to convince you to join them at the arcade. It had been a while since you had even set foot in one, many fond memories filling you with immense joy and excitement for the evening.

Currently, you were situated at the dance dance revolution machine with Suhyun. Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung were cheering for you both despite your poor display of stamina but nevertheless you were having fun.

“Grade C!? How did you beat me!?” Suhyun all but screamed from beside you, her heavy pants in sync with yours.

Suhyun had managed to score lower than you which truly was something you were not expecting. This didn’t deter your sudden smug attitude however, a smirk creeping on your face.

“I’m just that great y’know. Hey, I got an idea. Loser should buy slushies.”

You were met with a glare at your suggestion.

“Normally you say that before the game takes place. That’s just unfair.”

Despite stating this, she had already begun walking towards the snack bar.

“My turn! I want to go up against Hoseok!” Taehyungs undoubtedly loud voice cut in suddenly, accompanied by Hoseoks chuckle.

“If crushing defeat is what you want, who am I to stand in the way of it?”

Hoseok stood in position, Taehyung beside him, and inserted two coins into the machine.

“I’m sure it would be fun to watch Tae lose to Hoseok but we still haven’t played anything together.”

An arm slid around your waist and Yoongi pulled you closer to him, his eyes scanning the arcade for a suitable game.

“And what do you suggest?”

“How about that tomb raider one?”

At the other end of the room was a giant shooting game, an image of Lara Croft smack right in the middle.

“Okay!”

At least twenty five minutes later and both of you had managed to reach the second last level before it all got too much.

These games were definitely a scam. You had never seen anyone win in your life.

“Well we make an impressive team. I feel like we were made for each other.”

Yoongi slipped an arm around your waist, leading you towards a racing game.

“And you have come to this conclusion because of one round of Tomb Raider at an arcade?”

He simply chuckled at your question, knowing it wasn’t a serious one.

“Y/N! The slushie machine was being fixed so it took longer to get them. I ended up just getting the first flavour available.”

Jumping out of Yoongis grasp, you cling onto Suhyuns arm, gratefully accepting the cold beverage.

“You’re the best Hyunie~ I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Drinks on me at the café!”

You both began in the direction of a claw machine, squealing at the sight of the Kakao plush toys.

“She abandoned me for a slushie and Ryan...”

Taehyung made a sudden appearance, clapping his hand on Yoongis back in sympathy.

“Honestly... I would to.”

A scowl formed on Yoongis face.

———

You found yourself in Yoongi’s room on a Friday evening, bag packed to stay the night and a Nintendo Switch to accompany you. Yoongi was sulking at his desk due to the lack of attention you had given him in favor of the game you were currently investing all of your time in.

“What game is it anyway. It must be godly if you’re ignoring me this long.”

Excitement filled your body at the interest he was displaying and you quickly showed him the screen of your switch.

“Animal Crossing!”

The confusion on his face prompted you to explain in as much detail as you could what the game was about, whilst also showing him the in game island that you had put over three hundred hours into.

By the end of your explanation he had gone silent and pulled his own switch out of his drawer.

“You have a switch? Since when? Wait-

never mind, the dust collecting on that thing is enough of an answer.”

You returned back to your five star island, gushing over the Takoyaki octopus Zucker and his aloof personality.

An hour later, the familiar sound of the iconic animal crossing language filled your ears, though not from your own switch.

Looking up in utter disbelief, you were met with Yoongis trademark smirk as he showed you his own screen displaying the beginning scene of the very game you were playing.

“You bought Animal Crossing!?”

“Well you were spending all your time on it, I wanted to see what that was all about. Plus it does sound kind of interesting.”

He rose from his seat and laid beside you on his bed where you spent the next hour running through tips for him.

“It’s three am.”

A yawn accompanied your statement and you moved to save your game, then turning it off and placing it on Yoongis desk.

“Huh... already?”

Said boy didn’t even lift his gaze from his screen, pure concentration was being devoted to the game.

“How are you still playing the game? Isn’t it still like your first day. There’s only so much you can do.”

“I time travelled.”

You were shocked to say the least. You hadn’t even mentioned the concept of time travel to him.

“You what!? How do you even know what that is?”

“I searched it up.”

Why am I not surprised.

“Are you going to sleep anytime soon?”

At this point you were struggling to keep your eyes open and you made yourself comfortable in his bed.

“In a bit.”

Rolling your eyes at his curt reply, you snuggled deeper into his covers.

“If you say so.”

When you awoke several hours later, it was to the sight of Yoongi playing Animal Crossing.

Rubbing at your eyes, your brows furrowed at the thought of him staying up all night to play the game.

“Wha- Yoongi... did you even sleep?”

He jumped at the sound of your sleep laced voice, clearly not expecting the sudden interruption.

“Uh, no? This damned raccoon is making me pay off my loans.” Cue his sheepish expression.

He was met with a blank stare.

“What kind of excuse is that? You’re not forced to pay it all in one day.”

He simply stretched out the kinks in his body before returning his attention back to the game.

“Doesn’t feel like that to me...”

An almost regretful sigh escaped your lips.

“Didn’t think you would enjoy the game this much.” His deep chuckle filled the room.

“Anyway Yoongi, I think you should put the switch down and sleep.”

He seemed to only then realise what the actual time was, surprise gracing his boyish features.

“Oh... yeah you’re probably right.”

I am right.

He looked up at you from beneath his lashes almost as if he knew exactly what you were thinking at that exact moment. Either way he chose to stay silent, a small smile growing on his lips as he saved his progress and shut down the console.

An obnoxiously loud yawn later and he had burrowed himself under his covers.

Your arm reached towards your own switch, intent on playing Animal Crossing when his arm quickly snaked around your waist, dragging you back into bed.

“Bedtime.”

“I-“

“Shhh.”

—————

Another day, another sleepover at Yoongis it seemed. It was the week after the animal crossing ordeal and you found yourself lounging around on your boyfriends bed. There was only so much animal crossing you could play before it got tedious which is why you found yourself watching intently as he played call of duty with the rest of the boys.

“Woah! Nice shot.”

He grinned at your praise, shifting positions on the floor and leaning his back on the bottom of his bed.

“You wanna turn?” A brief glance was shot your way before he swore under his breath, one of the boys having got to him in his split second of distraction resulting in the match ending.

Cheering on the other side of his headset could be heard from what seemed like Seokjin.

You popped another piece of cereal into your mouth whilst offering him the bowl.

“Hm, okay.” Handing you the controller, he gave the bowl in your hand a strange look and let out a huff of amusement.

“Look at you eating cereal dry at eleven in the night like a weirdo.” He grabbed the bowl and placed it beside him as you rose from his bed and sat on the floor, in between his legs. Grabbing the headset from his head, you placed it on your own and briefly greeted the boys. A chorus of hellos were returned.

“I think you’re the weirdo just because you’ve never done that.” A scoff was all your reply before the next match started.

“Done what?” Came Taehyungs understandably confused voice.

“Yoongi is giving me a hard time over eating dry cereal as a snack.”

You were met with hums before a short discussion broke out.

“I love doing that! It tastes way better at night.” You were thankful someone understood otherwise it would have been just plain awkward.

“I actually agree.” Jungkooks reply had you giving Yoongi a look that conveyed ‘i told you so’. An eye roll was your response.

“What? Cereal was made for breakfast how can it taste better at night?” Hoseok was quick with this input.

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who puts chips in their ice cream.” You choked on your saliva at Seokjins statement, the evident disgust making it all the more amusing.

“Yeah, that’s gross.”

“How can you do that?”

“Wouldn’t the salt melt the ice cream?”

The boys began mumbling their agreements whilst Hoseok stuttered.

“Huh? Why are you all suddenly switching onto me?!”

You simply chuckled as the countdown for the match began and everyone focused their attention towards the upcoming fight.

From then on there was minimal talking, save for the ocasional directions and groans, and for the next ten minutes a surprising amount of concentration was poured into the game from both you and Yoongi. By the end of the game your team had won and you handed the controller back to Yoongi, a giant smirk on your face.

“I-“

“No.”

“Okay.”

Despite the opportunity to gloat being ripped away from you, you still sat basking in absolute pride at your performance. As you were preparing yourself to make his way back to his bed, You felt his arms wrap around you and lock you in place without a word spoken as he played with the controller in front of you. His chin was placed on your shoulder and you didn’t dare move, not one to reject a loving embrace.

This is how you spent the next half an hour, watching match after match of Yoongi playing before exhaustion caught up with you from the long school day.

You would have probably tried to crawl into his bed but the warmth his body was exuding was too comfortable and so you found yourself shifting to your side and curling up in a ball, head resting on his chest as you felt your heavy eyelids close.

The last thing you remember hearing was the muffled voice of Namjoon giving orders through his microphone and Yoongi stroking your head affectionately.

———

[aleinnilatibae]

I am NOT letting this go another day so without further ado here is my god damn strarrot masterpiece

Mæja was in trouble.

BIG trouble.

How could it have come to this?

When she FIRST considered becoming friends with this...strange new visitor who had taken her spot at the bottom of the fruit basket food chain, she was of course, elated. Here was someone, strange as she was, who didn't see her as just a tiny fruit, or as free labor, or as a target to pick on.

No, this stranger saw her as a friend.  

Mæja had never had a friend before, but she knew immediately that this smiling carrot was going to be a good one.  She was the very first person who had EVER told Mæja that the way she was treated by everybody else was wrong.  In fact, she seemed angry about it on her behalf! She just...made Mæja feel like a person, rather than a slave.  She made her feel like she DESERVED to feel like a person, and that she deserved equality right along with everyone else in the fruit basket.

The day was an absolute whirlwind after that.  Bringing all the other fruits to their side, stopping the coronation of Immi Ananas, never before had she done such tumultuous things, or felt so...alive! Nervous, scared, excited, defiant, determined, powerful...she was willing to risk her life, to face Immi's wrath and the rotting hole, just to improve her station in her own home, hand in hand with her new friend Gedda.

Oh, Gedda.

When she came out in her new outfit and started to sing on that fateful day, something happened in that room. It didn't matter how different they all were, or what misgivings any of them had about the Unity Festival, Gedda's voice made it all fall away.  Slowly, as if in a dream, everyone came together and joined hands, singing in chorus.

Gedda was a force of nature, her clear sweet voice casting a spell over everyone listening that kept their rapt attention the entire time.

Mæja had never seen or heard anything more beautiful in her entire life.

Problem was, when the final note had disappeared into the wind, everybody ELSE was released from the spell. They happily chatted with one another about the future of the fruit basket as the night wore on, and slept well and peacefully that night.

Mæja, however? Mæja felt as if she were still in its grips.  That feeling hung over her as she tried to sleep, looking distantly across the room where she knew that Gedda was laying.  She had stopped singing hours ago, but whenever Mæja caught a glimpse of her orange color, rising and falling with each breath, she still felt light and airy, like she was treading on top of the clouds and walking amongst the stars themselves.

That was the moment when she realized--she was in big trouble.

She was in love.

It wouldn't have been that big of a problem, before.  Before, the other fruits didn't care what she did, thought, or felt.  But after the Unity Festival, they were taking a page from Gedda's book and making an effort to see her as a person.

And since Mæja was always doing chores with Gedda, playing with Gedda, whispering with Gedda, LOOKING at Gedda, and truthfully? Falling DEEPER for Gedda all the while...

It really shouldn't have been a surprise that, eventually, they NOTICED.

-

Ribbon-twirling was something that Mæja had picked up in her newly found spare time.  Teaching everyone else in the fruit basket how to do basic chores could be extremely frustrating at times(especially with Immi), and watching the ribbon spin gave her a sense of calm.  

And that was what she was doing--walking along, watching the ribbon twirl, when Eva approached her by the slide.

"Ah, Mæja dear, tell me--where is your girl?" asked Eva, hands held ever-daintily up like a ballerina.

Mæja raised an eyebrow. "My GIRL?" she asked in confusion, letting the ribbon flop down. "Who is that?"

"Why, Gedda, of course!" Eva said, turning back to the mirror. "I really need to show her something."

"I, uh, I don't know," Mæja sputtered, a little disoriented by that wording.  What did Eva mean by that?

"Oh," Eva said, slightly disappointed. "I just thought, because, you are with her MOST of the time, you might know."

"I don't know where she is ALL the time," Mæja grumbled.

"Well, next time you see her, which is PROBABLY very soon, just tell her that I have some new make up for her to try that goes WONDERFULLY with an orange color, okay?" Eva patted Mæja on the head.  "Now, go and find your girl, she's probably looking for you as well.  Shoo!"

Mæja's indignant response was cut off by some faint whispering from above them.

"Strawberry and car-rot, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N-woah!!" the pear twins tumbled down the slide and landed in a pile at Mæja's feet with an "oof!"

Mæja crossed her arms, laughing a little at the pile of pears. "Oh, YOU know that it's not like that," she said, nudging Poddi with her foot.

"Oh?" Poddi said, a sly grin on his face as he climbed to his feet, "Well Eva just said she was your GIIIRL..."

"And YOU didn't say she waaa-sn't," Palla said in a singsong voice as she also got up from the ground.

"Yeah, but-but we're not-"

"Of course, there's nothing WRONG with it, a strawberry and a carrot together," Poddi assured quickly, cutting off her protest, "It's just thaaaat-" Poddi elongated his last word and gave his sister a glance.

Mæja groaned. She knew what was coming.

And sure enough, they launched right into their twin routine, alternating words at a rapid pace.

"You-"

"Her-"

"Together-"

"In LOVE-"

"Fruit-"

"Vegetable-"

"Carrot-"

"Strawberry-"

Poddi and Palla looked at each other, gasped, then spoke in unison:

"WHAT will the CHILDREN look like?!"

Mæja swatted at them as they made their exit, laughing and leaping all the way.

"Woah, woah, woah, did I HEAR that right?!" Rauða popped her head out from behind a bush, probably summoned by all the commotion the pears were making. " Mæja? And Gedda?! All together like-smoochiesmoochiesmoochie?!"

Mæja's stomach curled in embarrassment at Rauða's kissy noises.  "No! That was just a-"

"A-ha ha!" Rauða pointed at Mæja's traitorously blushing face, "You're turning redder than ME! You ARE in love with her! I knew it!"

"Oh, don't be RUDE, Rauða!" Eva said, swatting her on the arm. "In love she may be, but! She hasn't SAID anything to her yet!" Eva gave an exaggerated nod toward Mæja, mouthing you should at her.

"I am n-Eva! I will do no such thing!" Mæja attempted indignantly.

Eva tutted a few times. "Come now, Mæja dear, it is VERY clear to all of us around that you like her-" at this Rauða nodded in agreement, "-and we have all known for some time.  And, if you want MY personal opinion, I think she would be just be THRILLED with the idea! You should go say something to her. Ask her out on a date!"

She was spared from answering that by the mixed blessing of Poddi and Palla's return.

"Well, they MIGHT not be together, but I know ONE thing for sure- Mæja is in love with a carrot!" Palla squealed in impish joy.

" Mæja's in love with a CAR-ROT, Mæja's in love with a CAR-ROT," the pear twins sang together, while Eva tittered behind them.  

"She-she is the only one who has always been NICE to me, that's all!" Mæja yelled over their taunts, stamping her foot, "That's why I talk to her the most!"

But, they were undeterred, even Rauða joined in the taunting.

"Mæja's in love with a CAR-ROT, Mæja's in love with a CAR-ROT," the three of them sang together, eventually dragging Eva into the chorus as well.

"Well FINE then! Tease me all you want, just like always! I thought you all were DONE bullying me, but I guess I was WRONG!" Mæja shouted, stomping away with angry tears forming in her eyes.

Angry tears, because they were RIGHT. And, that they could say it so easily, when she just COULDN'T!

There was only one thing that Mæja EVER regretted about her friendship with Gedda, and that was that she never had the courage to tell her how she really felt.  There were so many quiet moments where she could have told her everything, with the night sky stretching above them and their hands clasped together, but her courage would always completely fail her at the last moment.

So instead, she got THIS whole ridiculousness, with everyone else getting involved in it too, and it becoming a huge fiasco!

"Typical," she muttered to herself.

Usually the first thing Mæja wanted to do after dealing with the nonsense of all the other fruits was go see Gedda. Oftentimes, she was a welcome and calming breath of fresh air from the antics of the others.  But this time, Mæja definitely did NOT want to talk to Gedda about this.

No sooner had she thought this, than she actually saw Gedda, skipping along.

Mæja ducked behind a bush, watching her joyfully skipping and humming. Despite her situation, she found herself letting out a sigh. Gedda was just so...adorable.

And beautiful.  

And looking curiously at the approaching pears, who were still chanting MÆJA'S IN LOVE WITH A CAR-ROT over and over-

"No!" Mæja gasped in horror, but could only watch helplessly as Gedda and the pears approached each other.

" Mæja's in love with a-oh, he-llo Gedda! Didn't see you there," Poddi completely lied, not bothering to conceal his enormous grin.

Gedda tilted her head. "What...what were you two saying?" she asked slowly.

Mæja didn't stick around to hear the rest, she turned and ran.

She ran, not knowing where she was going, wiping tears from her eyes. All she knew is that she wanted to be ALONE, someplace that no one would ever, ever find her!  But oh, Gedda KNEW all the places that she was likely to go!

Eventually, she ducked into the room that Immi had been saving for his throne room, occupied only by a single half-finished throne, collecting dust.

She crawled into the empty space underneath the unfinished armrest. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was at least relatively safe.

She put her head back with a sigh. Finally, a moment of peace.

But, unfortunately, it was just a moment.

"Trouble in paradise, Mæja dear?" came a deep voice from above her.

Mæja looked directly to her left, saw a pair of brown boots with a cape swishing around them, and made a disgruntled noise. "Not NOW, Immi."

"NORMALLY I wouldn't care about that, of course, but..." he paused, "You seem to be hiding in the base of my old throne.  That I never got to use. Because none of you would let me crown myself king!"

Mæja looked up to see Immi pouting, with crossed arms.

"You kept me as a SLAVE, Immi," Mæja said exasperatedly. "And you were going to throw Gedda into the rotting hole just for existing!  Sorry if I don't want a king that does those kinds of things."

"Ah, yes, the VEGETABLE," Immi said, in disgust.  "Blegh."

Mæja put her head into her hands.  That vegetable was why she was hiding there in the first place.

"Speaking of," Immi  said carefully, crouching down so he was next to Mæja, "I've heard through the grapevine, as it were, that you and Gedda were having...relationship issues," he said stiffly.

Mæja frowned at him. "No, Immi, because there IS no relationship. I've been TRYING to tell everyone that, but they just don't LISTEN-"

Immi held up a hand to silence her, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, it's...INCREDIBLY obvious, Mæja dear," he said condescendingly. "All your giggling, and WHISPERING, and FANDALAGGAHOJ-"

"That's enough, Immi," Mæja warned.

"You're clearly, and disgustingly...SMITTEN," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Bleh."

"Okay, maybe I AM!" Mæja yelled, causing Immi to fall backwards onto his behind and look at her in shock.

Mæja climbed out of the throne base and started to pace in front of Immi. "Maybe I WANT to be in a relationship, like everybody has been saying I should be, but, maybe I'm scared! Maybe I’m scared that she doesn't like me back, or that she wouldn't want to be my FRIEND anymore if I told her that I have FEELINGS, and then I'd just go back to being a-a-" she sighed and slumped down, "a tiny...lonely little strawberry. Without a single friend, in the entire world."

"Well, uh," Immi said from his position on the ground, clearing his throat, "If she doesn't like you, then...uh...I could throw her in the rotting hole.  If it would help, of course."

Mæja  pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Oh...don't you have somewhere else to BE, Immi?" she asked.

"Um," he said, looking past Mæja, his face breaking out into a smile.

"Yes," he said, standing up, "In fact I do. My work here, is done."

He swished his cape, smirking, and stalked past Mæja, toward the open door.

"But...but you didn't do anything,"  Mæja started to protest, turning to watch him leave, but froze as she laid eyes on her best friend, who saw her at the same time and ran into the room toward her.

"Gedda!" Mæja half-shrieked, "I-"

"There you are!" Gedda exclaimed, giving her a hug. "I've been looking everywhere for you," she said, holding her at arm's length with a warm smile.

Mæja suddenly felt very silly for avoiding her.

"Oh, you know, I've just been...cleaning up," Mæja said lamely, brushing some of the dust off of the old throne.

Gedda nodded distractedly. "While I was trying to find you, I ran into Poddi and Palla."

Mæja's blood froze. "You did?" she asked, casually.

"Yes," Gedda said, "They were repeating an...interesting new rhyme of theirs," she said, looking everywhere but her friend in an uncharacteristic display of timidity.

Mæja felt a cold pit sink into her stomach. "O-oh?"

"Well, I'm not really sure if they were saying what I thought they were saying," Gedda admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck, " I did ask them, but they said to go ask YOU. And I haven't SEEN you all day, so I went to look for you and...what are you doing in Immi's old THRONE room? Is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything is FINE, they're just trying to TEASE me!"  Mæja complained. "They've been following me with their new taunt all DAY!"

"Oh," said Gedda, looking down at her hands, then back up at Mæja, right in the eye. "So it's not true? What they said?"

"No, no, it is true, but-" Mæja clapped a hand over her mouth at the slip up.

Gedda's eyes widened.

"I mean! It's n-I just-ohhh..." Mæja simply didn't have it in her to lie to her best friend straight to her face, so she just grimaced and put her face in her hands, letting her silence speak volumes.

"Oh," Gedda said, in dawning comprehension.

There was no saving face now, she KNEW.

Mæja felt tears forming in her eyes."I'm sorry," she said muffledly, shoulders shaking with a few small sobs. "I'm so embarrassed," she squeaked out, voice breaking as she began to cry.

"Oh, no, Mæja, don't cry, don't-" Gedda pleaded, touching Mæja's shaking shoulder, "This isn't something to-don't you know why I'm here?" she asked, gently tugging Mæja's hands away from her face.

"Because you want to tease me too?" Mæja accused, sniffling.

"No! No no no, I mean, do you know why I am-" she waved an arm around, "Here! In the...in the fruit basket."

Mæja wiped at her eyes, her confusion at the subject change briefly stopping her tears. "I thought you said it was an accident."

Gedda smiled shyly and nodded. "Well, yes, it was at first.  But, I could have left.  I could have left right when I realized my mistake, right after Immi nearly had me murdered..." Gedda's breath caught in her throat briefly, but she cleared it and moved on.

"Guffi and-and Græni, they...didn't keep a very close eye on me.  It would have been very easy for me to go, and at almost any time, too! Do you know why I stayed?"

Mæja shook her head.

"I stayed because," Gedda sighed heavily, "Because of what I saw when I first got here. Everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for this one little strawberry," she said, face turning melancholy as she remembered, "Who was laying awake. She...she was the saddest looking fruit I'd ever seen."

Mæja looked curiously at her. She never knew that Gedda had seen her that night.

"And then, when I saw the way the rest of them treated her," Gedda continued, gaining an edge to her voice as she paced around, "I told myself, I cannot LEAVE this place while they treat her like a slave! Before I go anywhere else, I MUST help her!"

Gedda looked at her with such intensity that Mæja had to look away.

"You did help me," she said softly, staring at her own shoes, "You helped me more than-than anyone ever HAS before. It's because of you, Gedda, that I am no longer the slave that I was when you met me. But," she said, looking back up at her friend, "Why did you stay after you helped me?"

Gedda's face lit up with a genuine smile. "Well, that's easy-it's because I found that I LIKED that little strawberry," she said, suppressing a giggle as she reached out and wiggled one of Mæja's braids. "So much, you see, that after that?"Gedda softly stroked the braid in her fingers, "I didn't WANT to go anywhere else."

Mæja's heart lit up like a firecracker, but she tried to contain her excitement, pursing her lips. "You, uh, like me that much, do you?" she asked carefully, a small giggle escaping her in the end.

Gedda nodded enthusiastically. "Of COURSE! You're so nice,and-and so pretty, and even a little bit feisty!" Gedda winked and bumped Mæja with her hip.

That did it, they both dissolved into giggles.

Mæja sobered first, as she realized what she had to do.

She had to make things very clear, right then, without any pears or oranges or apples getting in the way.

"Gedda-" she started, but stopped. What could she tell her? How could she convey the depth of her love in a simple confession?  All the pining nights, the thrill of holding her hand, how she felt whenever she so much as LOOKED at her-

No, it was all too much. Keep it simple, Mæja, she thought.

"Gedda," she started again, stronger, "I-I like you SO much, and-and you are my friend. But would you ALSO like to be my...GIRLFRIEND?"

Gedda gasped. "Yes yes YES!" she said, hugging Mæja tightly and peppering the side of her head with kisses.

They broke away with matching dazzling smiles, giddy with happiness.

"Do you know what Poddi told me?" Gedda asked, touching Mæja's face gently. "When I asked him if what he said was true?"

"What?"

"He didn't say go ask Mæja. He just told me to go ask my GIRL."

Mæja smiled. "Well...I AM your girl," she said boldly. "Now, that is."

Gedda laughed a little, touching their foreheads together. "I have always thought so," she admitted, before she was stroking Mæja's cheek and bringing her in for a kiss.

Mæja's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into it, wrapping her arms tightly around Gedda, hoping to never let go.  It was breathtaking, and spellbinding, yet sweet, as if she were being welcomed home.

Just like hearing her sing.

-

They skipped back to the common area, holding hands.

Poddi and Palla saw them, looked at each other, and grinned widely.

" Mæja and Gedda sitting in a tree! K I S S I N-EEW!!!" they screeched as Gedda and Mæja actually DID kiss each other, right in front of them.

"G!" they crowed together at the retreating pears, falling all over each other with laughter.

[bramlouisgreenfeld]

lalvarez 86?

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

Laila is certain that the best role on a team is the goalkeeper. You can see the whole court from there, and most of the crowd, and she’s always been an observer.

Since joining the Trojans, her observation has become rather... focused. There’s one backliner in particular who grabs Laila’s attention and keeps it. (Not enough that she’s not one of the best damn goalkeepers in the game, but sometimes it’s close.) (Not that she’d ever admit it.)

Sometimes, though, she thinks she notices Alvarez looking back. Well, actually, Laila knows Alvarez looks back. It’s just that she never seems guilty or embarrassed about it; when Laila catches her eye, she grins or winks and gets straight back into whatever she’s doing without missing a beat. 

So she can’t be staring back. She just happens to be glancing. Laila’s pretty sure. At least, she thinks.

(What she hopes is a different story entirely.)

(But Laila tries not to think about that too much.)

Laila doesn’t get to spend much time with the team outside of practice, which is a good and bad thing all at once. She likes them, she thinks, but balancing a class-heavy science course with a job and as much volunteering as she can while still trying to squeeze in some sleep is impossible enough as it is. And social life wouldn’t be her first choice to add in - if she had even a little bit of free time, she’d check out other clubs and sports. 

As it is, she barely has time for exy. She wouldn’t have time for it if it weren’t for the small factor that is her scholarship. The only reason she can afford college. Like, at all.

So she’s the first one in and out of showers, and she rushes past everyone, trying to say as many friendly ‘bye!’s as possible, before half of them have even changed out of their gear.

“Laila!” A senior calls, as she’s about to leave.

“Yeah?” She asks, pausing. She hasn’t got to be anywhere for half an hour, if she’s totally honest, but she’d much rather be early. Any time to work on assignments is welcome, if not necessary.

“We know you have a schedule more full than Yiasoumi’s plate at dinner, but any chance you can squeeze us in for movie night tonight?” He asks with a shit-eating grin. Laila remembers that she does genuinely like her teammates. 

“It’s Mulan,” Alvarez says, sat close to the senior and pulls off her shirt like it’s no big deal. Laila tries to remember how to breathe. “You can’t say no to the best Disney movie.”

That sparks a chain reaction of teammates yelling what they think is the best Disney movie, which means Laila can figure out her schedule and catch her breath before she’s expected to reply. She even, somehow, remembers to keep her eyes on Alvarez’s face. “I’m done at 9, so I could come by after?”

There’s a chorus of approval from the gathered athletes, and Laila grins in response. 

(A social life may not be her first choice, but it’s nice to have. And if the Trojans are anything, it’s nice.)

Laila swings out the door with a wave and a promise to text her whose room or block they end up in.

She ends up late. Of course. Laila’s not sure there’s any part of her life that adheres to her schedule in the way she wants it to. But it doesn’t really matter, she guesses, because she was gonna be the last Trojan to arrive regardless.

The movie’s started, which she expected, and the room is packed. She still gets a few waves when she walks in, but everyone’s quiet - for a room of rowdy athletes, they respect the unspoken rule of not talking during films. The only sound is the quiet rustle of snacks and the occasional whisper. Then, someone whispers loudly, “Dermott!”

Laila looks towards the call, and sees Alvarez waving her over. Her heart starts beating faster, but she smiles and walks towards the backliner. “Saved you a seat. You’ll have to squeeze a bit, but I reckon you can fit.”

Seriously. This girl. They’ve barely spoken, but every last thing she does just makes her crush grow and grow. Laila doesn’t think she has time to deal with the squeeze on her heart, the fire in her veins, but she doesn’t want any of it to stop, either.

Which is good, actually, because with she can feel Alvarez against every inch of her side. It doesn’t even take two minutes of sitting like that before the other girl has to extract her arm from where it’s crushed against Laila and throw it behind Laila’s head - like her arm’s around my shoulder, Laila thinks, and then tries to unthink it - and whispers, “Is this alright? I was losing circulation.”

Laila forces her smile to a thin line and says, “It’s fine,” and hopes Alvarez can’t see her blush in the dark room.

Alvarez moves her lips so she’s less than an inch from Laila’s ear, so she can be quieter and not disturb the others, and says, “You can move your arm too, if you want. I don’t mind you being in my personal space if you’re worried about it.”

Laila’s blush gets stronger but she nods and feels her ponytail brush against Alvarez’s arm. She wishes she didn’t smell of coffee, but she shifts into a slightly more comfortable position and tries not to think of Alvarez’s perfume and soft skin.

Laila knows Alvarez is right, that Mulan is an awesome film, but she doesn’t follow it at all. She can’t focus on anything except the girl to her left.

When the film stops, though, she’s yawning. It’s barely past ten, but since she’s used to early mornings, she’s had to force herself to be a morning person. The only times she’s stayed up past midnight since starting college were for away games, when the timezones had screwed her over and she’d been with her rowdy teammates. The adrenaline from a game is the only thing that seems to keep her up.

(The adrenaline of Alvarez’s warm skin against hers doesn’t quite compare. She’s wide awake, for sure, but she’s warm and comfortable and sleepy.)

Someone turns the lights back on, and Laila catches sight of her hand almost touching Alvarez’s on her leg. Then she’s caught in a sudden image of her pale fingers tangled with Alvarez’s warm brown ones, and longing punches her in the chest. She breathes through it and looks at her phone. 

Before she can say anything about leaving, though, Alvarez cuts her off. “Hey, you can’t run off yet! It’s Friday night. Don’t tell me you have to be up early in the morning.”

Laila shrugs apologetically, unable to meet the other girl’s eyes. “You’d think, but I work more on the weekends. The only time I really have to fit in the hours. Lucky me gets the morning shifts.”

“That’s shitty,” Alvarez says, twisting her mouth into a pout. Laila wants to kiss that bottom lip. “I have assignments to do, though, so I guess I should call it a night, too. I’ll walk with you?”

Most of the first-year athletes live in the same block, only a five minute walk away from the house the seniors hosted the movie night in. Laila bites her lip on a smile and says, “Sure,” hoping she sounds even the slightest bit casual.

Laila and Alvarez are the first to leave the group, and a sophomore Laila’s talked to occasionally, Emily, raises her eyebrows at Laila as they leave. Laila resists the urge to tell her to shut up, and instead focuses her energy on removing the blood from her cheeks and back to her poor, exhausted heart.

“You major in Bio, right?” Alvarez asks as they step out of the room. Laila is so grateful she starts the conversation, because the combination of nerves and tiredness means she can barely remember her own name, let alone any kind of conversation topic.

“Human Biology, yeah. I never managed to pick up on all the- plant respiration or whatever, so I decided to stick with the fun stuff. Like diseases,” Laila replies, deadpan, because it’s her stock answer.

Alvarez rewards her with a laugh. “Better you than me. I’ve never been any good at anything Science - I probably couldn’t even tell you where the kidney is.”

“Right here,” Laila says, tapping a spot on Alvarez’s back. She immediately regrets it. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. That wasn’t a question.”

“No, it’s fine! I told you, I have no problem with you being in my personal space,” Alvarez assures her, a twinkle in her eye. Laila almost misses a step, because she could swear Alvarez had put emphasis on the word ‘you’ that time. Like, she didn’t mind Laila being in her personal space, not just anyone in general. Fuck. “An anatomy lesson is totally fine with me, Miss Dermott.”

Fuck.

Laila’s cheeks go red, once again, and she wishes she weren’t so pale because then maybe it’d be less obvious - she bets Alvarez doesn’t have this problem - and she simultaneously thanks the fates for conspiring to ensure her first real conversation with Alvarez, if this even qualifies, happens at night time.

She laughs nervously. “Yeah, if you have any Bio classes, I’m your girl.”

Smooth. Smooth like chunky peanut butter.

Alvarez somehow manages to work around Laila’s awkwardness and word vomit and keeps up easy chatter until they reach their block. Slowly, the tension starts to fall from Laila’s shoulders as she realises she can actually talk to her crush. It’s a relief, even though every word Alvarez says makes Laila fall harder.

“I’m ground floor,” Alvarez says as they enter their block. “So.”

It’s the beginning of their goodbye, so Laila manages a slightly remorseful smile, and says, “So. I’ll see you at practice?”

“Woah, hold up,” Alvarez says, holding up a hand. “Goodbyes with me aren’t that short. I’m a little high-maintenance, I’m afraid.”

Laila doesn’t have even a hint of a problem with that. She’d offer this girl every last second of her free time, she’s sure, even if it meant she didn’t sleep. She raises her eyebrows. “Okay..?”

“Are you free at any point this weekend?” Alvarez asks.

“Um,” Laila says, thinking. She has long shifts both mornings, and she’s volunteering Saturday afternoon, and that leaves about five hours on Sunday, maximum, for class work. She has an exam on Monday that she’s only barely started studying for. “Not at all,” she says, feeling tired just thinking about everything that’s on her plate.

“I have no idea how you keep going,” Alvarez says, shaking her head as though she’s in awe. “I’m exhausted as is, and my only plans for the weekend are sleeping and maybe some assignments. Maybe.”

Laila laughs a little, “Yeah. I wouldn’t recommend my schedule.”

“Do you keep a little diary for your appointments?” Alvarez asks, grinning suddenly.

Laila hesitates a little before admitting, “I actually do. I’d never remember anything if I didn’t write it down.”

“That’s adorable!” Alvarez replies immediately. Then her grins takes on a wicked edge as she says, “So who do I need to speak to in order to get an appointment?”

“That would be me,” Laila says. “Um, an appointment for what? That anatomy class?”

“Hold your horses, cowgirl. I’d save that for the second date, at the earliest.”

Laila’s eyes widen. Date.

“Woah, I think you’re going purple. You don’t have to say yes, I just thought maybe-”

Laila cuts her off, because Alvarez is starting to look genuinely remorseful. “Yes.”

“-you might want to, but if you- wait, yes?” Alvarez’s eyes, large and an endless warm brown, snap back up to Laila’s.

“Yes. You can make an, um, I mean, I’d love to go on a date with you. If that’s what you’re asking.” Laila only stops herself from wringing her hands by sheer willpower.

“Yes! That’s definitely what I’m asking. Okay, awesome. I’ve been trying to working up to asking you all semester, and I do it by making a joke about a fucking appointment. Okay. Can’t believe that worked,” Alvarez laughs.

“All semester?” Laila asks. “I had no- I’ve been, like, staring at you in practice. I was certain you thought I was a creep.”

“No! Not at all. I didn’t even really notice. I mean, I did a little. But it was flattering! It wasn’t creepy staring. And you kept blushing about it, which, by the way, is fucking adorable.”

As if on cue, Laila blushes. 

“Anyway, I won’t keep you from your bed from longer, if you have a long weekend.”

“I do,” Laila says, but it seems slightly less exhausting. She feels reinvigorated. “Do you have my number?”

“Yeah, I do,” Alvarez smiles.

“Okay, text me later. I’ll, uh, figure out when I’m free, I guess,” Laila laughs, slightly self-deprecatingly, because she kind of wants to go on a date right now, even though she has to be awake in less than nine hours.

“No rush,” Alvarez assures her. “I can wait. You’re worth it.”

Laila can’t help but grin. “Well, I can’t wait.”

Alvarez’s smile matches hers for wattage, and Laila pulls her into an awkward hug good night.

She heads upstairs and gets almost straight into bed, as she’s used to, because every free minute is a minute she could be resting. But she can’t sleep. She can barely even close her eyes, energy coursing through her veins.

After ten minutes, she grabs her phone from where it’s charging. There’s another little thrill when she sees Alvarez’s name already on her screen, and she clicks on the notifcation, unable to help herself. I know you’ll be asleep and this is the opposite of hard to get, but I already told you I’m high maintenance, so? This is me texting you. It’s technically later. I’m not interrupting your beauty sleep tho. Sleep well, beautiful. Then there’s a second text: Or if I missed that window, good morning, sunshine with a little sun emoji.

Laila clutches the phone to her chest.

This girl.

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