#having lunch w my dad today was like crazy all I could do was think of the hat and my favorite ramen and pork bun spots

[zemnarihah]

much to think about.

[hagravenholm]

What a day

[jj0latunji]

Forever - KSI Imagine

Another imagine from Wattpad and here's a picture of JJ just cause I had it saved on my phone 😭

He looked so good at the Charity Match and so did everyone else tbh

Description: Y/N thinks JJ wants to break up with her because he is bored after moving to a small town.

T/W: None

"You know what Y/N , I left everything back in London for you but I can't do it anymore . I thought I was ready to have a child and settle down but I am not . Sorry but I can't do this anymore." He said before he stormed off and I was left crying holding our daughter Lily in my arms.

How could he do this , He told me he will be there forever but he just got bored I guess........

I thought he loved me , I thought he loved Lily but he just lied I guess........

"Babe...are you fine you are all sweaty and you were moving all crazy." JJ spoke in his cute groggy voice which he has when he just wakes up.

"I had the same nightmare again."I told him as I snuggled closer to him.

Truth be told I have had that exact same nightmare ever since I met my friend Emma at my School reunion.

She had asked me how someone as famous as the KSI had agreed to leave everything he had behind and move to humble little West Sussex , my hometown.

I couldn't tell JJ about my nightmare , what if he actually changed his mind and left me and Lily.

JJ was an No.1 charting Musician , He had his own music label and his own boxing promotion. He had his best friends and family in London but he left it all when I got pregnant.

Yes it was mostly his decision as he did not want our daughter to grow up in the hustle and bustle of London so when I suggested we could move to my old family mansion in my hometown he was more than happy to do so.

But after that talk with Emma I couldn't help but wonder how he left everything to move with me a humble waitress who was living paycheck to paycheck in busy London.

I had not known happiness before I met JJ on that rainy day in front of Nando's.

I hadn't had the happiest childhood and youth but ever since the day I met him he has treated me like a queen and I couldn't be more grateful that I met him . He was the one true love of my life and I was was the happiest with him.

But now that happiness was threatened to vanish due to my bubbling fear that he may decide he is too good for me and leave me for good. That's what everyone said when we started dating but JJ assured me again and again I was the one he wanted.

I opened my eyes and saw JJ had fallen back asleep. I couldn't believe I had gotten this lucky. I had the man of my dreams , a cute little daughter and the perfect life. I kissed his cheek and quickly got out his arms and went to Lily's crib at the end of her room.

She was sleeping peacefully. I had great difficulty getting her to sleep today for some reason , but as soon as JJ took her in his arms and sang his song Holiday , she giggled with him for some time and fell asleep in her dad's arms.

Lily was truly Daddy's girl and JJ often teased me for it.

I then returned to bed and tried not to wake up JJ as he gets really grumpy and agitated when someone disturbs his sleep. I got in my side of the bed but as soon as I got in he pulled me closer to him by my waist and kissed my forehead.

I kissed her forehead and placed her doll next to her.

"I love you." He mumbled against my hair.

"I love you too Jide." I spoke against his chest and with that I fell asleep in the arms of the man I love.

The Next Morning.

The day was just a normal Sunday.

The three of us went on our walk around our little garden in the back of our house. Lily played with Neo and Morpheus , our hamsters who now had there own separate sheds.

Both JJ and Lily then ran around the garden when I went back in to make Lunch.

At lunch , we sat down on our couch and started watching old Sidemen Sundays as JJ always loved showing Lily his and the Sidemen's old videos. Eventhough we lived quite far away Lily was close to her Sidemen uncles and Sidegirl aunts , as we visited London often and even the boys and girls came down here often.

Of course Simon loved Lily with all his heart and they both were the best of friends. He took JJ moving away rough at first but then understood.

We continued watching the videos eating our food but then suddenly all the thoughts of last night's nightmare came flooding back. I let out a sigh and JJ looked at me and took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

I knew we had to talk about my nightmare or things will only get worse.

I don't want to hide anything from JJ.

"I want to talk to you about something Jide."I told him as I looked at him.

He knew something was wrong by the look on my face.

"Okay let me get Princess here to sleep and we can talk Babe." He told as he took Lily and started playing with her.

It was almost two hours later when we got Lily to sleep.

I was stood in the kitchen washing the dishes while JJ went to tuck Lily in.

He came back and hugged me from behind and placed his hands around my waist. He started kissing down my neck and I knew if he continued this I would forget about the talk and cave in and start making out with him.

I placed the last of the plates in its place and dried my hands all while JJ was kissing my neck and whispering how sexy I looked and that I was a Milf now.( If you don't know what Milf means , please don't look it up.)

I turned around and told him, " Babe I need to tell you something."

" What's wrong Babe , is this about last night." He asked me as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I just nodded.

He then picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He took me to the Sofa and placed me down softly and sat down next to me.

"What's wrong Y/N , is something bothering you , Babygirl. You can tell me everything and anything that runs through your mind . Me and You against the world remember." He spoke as placed a assuring kiss on my forehead.

" Well you know I have been having this nightmare and I am afraid JJ , afraid that you'll get bored of me and our life. I am afraid you will leave me and Lily because you miss your old life. You gave up everything for me JJ and I'll understand if you want to leave me but I am just scared. You were on top of the world and just because we had Lily , you left it all and I am afraid you'll eventually start hating me and Lily for taking all that from you." I spoke not looking him in the eye as the tears were rolling over my cheeks.

JJ just giggled and wiped away my tears and I just glared at him before speaking,"This is not funny , Olajide."

His face changed when I used his full name as he realised I was serious.

"Look at me Babe , you have taken nothing from me. You have given me nothing but happiness. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss London at first . I mean we had a lot of fun but once Lily was born , I knew I had to be the best father ever and I will never ever trade my life now for any thing from my past.You know I like to succeed at everything I do , be it YouTube , music and now parenthood , I want to be the best. You changed me Y/N, from a party going playboy to a respectful and mature man and I can't thank you enough for that. You and Lily are the most important people in my life and that will never change. I love you and Lily with all my life and I will never leave all this behind , if that's what you afraid of. Me , you and Lily will always be together forever."

I couldn't help but squeal of happiness and jump upon him.

I straddled him and placed a big old kiss on his lips and then snuggled into his neck.

"Yeah I would really be crazy to leave your sexy self."he chuckled as I giggled against his skin.

I was at peace knowing my happiness was not at risk.

I have JJ and as long as I did , I have my happiness.

"I love you so much Jide." I spoke as I looked him in the eye.

"I love you too babygirl and I always will." He spoke with a grin before lifting me up and taking me to our room.

And with that we continued our perfect little life.

---------------------------------------------------

Hi guys , Harley here. Hope you enjoyed this imagine.

Request me anything you want and I'll try to write.

Also can someone please tell me how to make a list like the masterlist that everyone has 😭.

Love you all

[pbandjesse]

Before I can talk about anything else I have to talk about how freaking cold it is. I'm just leaving ceramics now and I didn't bring my jacket inside and it just cold. I'm going to have to bring up my hat gloves and stuff tomorrow because this is almost unbearable. Honestly it was a very cold today so I don't know why I'm surprised but I am frozen.

Today was okay though. It wasn't as stressful as some of my Native American field trips are. It was just still a lot. I woke up this morning and the sun was not up yet so I was very confused. I hate waking up in the dark. And like I'll get used to it it's fine and daylight savings is next weekend but also terrible.

I got up though and I got dressed and things were going pretty good. James had packed me a breakfast and a lunch and they were being very sweet. And I felt all right. I'm not feeling as good right now but I was doing pretty good this morning.

I left for work on time. And I got to camp without much issue. It was nice watching the sunrise if nothing else. The sky was very pink and beautiful. And I got to camp at 8:00.

I did realize as soon as I got in the car that I had left my office keys on the desk and could not get into the office. Which is a problem because I get there an hour before everyone else and I need walkie talkies and schedules and other things for my program. So I do not have access to these things. I decided I would do everything else that I could possibly do before I texted someone for help. I went to the lodge and I set things up there and I made sure that the tables were the way that I wanted them. I got the Pueblo and the Hogan setup and oxenboe where everything was the way it should be. I got the heat turned on in both buildings and I went down to the bears to put the bus sign that I always forget about. I was doing great but it was barely 8:30.

I decided to park my car over by the lodge so that parents could visually understand where to park. This worked out very well. I was part of my car as two parents showed up. About 45 minutes early. Which was fine. We had an overabundance of parents today. Four five, some even had six at each station. We were lousy with them. But they were all wonderful and so prepared and they would slowly trickle in and I would walk them to their areas as needed. And once the big group was there of parents I decided to take them all as a group to give them kind of a tour of each site so that they would all understand what they were going to be teaching and what everyone else was teaching. And I was able to stop at the office where Elizabeth had graciously printed my maps and schedules and got all of the walkie talkies..

The kids were supposed to arrive at 10:00 and they did come a few minutes late but it didn't matter. I don't know why I never considered how old these kids were. I think I had just assumed they were fourth grade because that's the normal age of this field trip and Elizabeth didn't say anything so I just had made I guess. And then one of the dads had said that his daughter came to camp for an overnight last year and stayed in silver City so I was like oh cool she's like seven or eight so that's how old the kids are. No. These were preschoolers. They were five. They were shockingly tiny.

But they were awesome. Once they got inside I was able to get them quiet and we did the PowerPoint and the journals and then we did brush making. And it was chaos. But I think everyone had a really good time. And I had a good time. Things were going great.

Once they were done their brushes I cleaned up all the tables and sent them off on their way. All the parents really had an under control so I was not that worried. So I would spend a few minutes getting some stuff together for James.

I use my laptop and was able to get my w-2s and my bank information and paperwork that we would need for a mortgage. Which is crazy. And mine are very bizarre because I've had so many weird jobs over the last couple years so just using the YMCA and the BMI it doesn't really look like I make much money. But I'm hoping with James is consistency and our down payment and all of those things that it will be fine and it'll work out.

But I felt good telling James all of my fears about it. They had a meeting on the phone with the financial guy at 2:00 and he would tell us more of the things that we would need and need to know. And then we see if we move forward with this house.

during the second half hour program I bopped around to make sure everyone was okay. But I kept poking in and everything seemed fine so nobody really needed me. Kept making circles. I would find some interesting things as I was walking around though.

While I was waiting for the parents this morning when I couldn't get into the office I did finally remember to get a shovel to dig out some of the ash in the fire pit inside the Hogan. And while I was in there shoveling away, very hard by the way, there was a toad! He was just on my shovel all of a sudden and he was huge. I'm assuming he was hibernating and I bothered him. And I feel very bad about that but I would have felt worse if I cut him in half. So I took him and I put him in my pocket and I carried him around and put him in a box. And when the kids were there I walked him around so that all of them could see him and once they were off on their programs I would return him to nature.

I am slightly concerned about him though because it's so cold I was worried about him getting somewhere cozy where he can hibernate it but Celia thinks that he will be fine and figure it out so I put him close to where I found him but not in the fire patch. I put him out in the woods and I hope that he is okay because he was just so cute.

The group ordered pizza and they were gracious enough to share it with me and their bus drivers. And I had given them like 45 minutes for lunch because normally the 25 is not enough time. And I thought that maybe they would play a game or something but they ended up finishing with an extra 15 minutes and asked if we could ship to the schedule and I said that was totally fine so at 12:50 we got them back out and doing their programs. And that actually allowed them to get on the bus a little quicker. They were still not on the bus at the other day until 2:15 but it could have been worse.

While the kids were doing their programs and I didn't have anything else to do I went to the office to get a drink and told everyone about our house visit and Sarah was kind enough to hold up a laptop and change the slide so that I could explain the layout of the very strange house and everything that's going on. It is funny hearing everyone's opinions on how you should handle getting a house. Specifically things like letters to the owner. Which I heard you should have do and it's not the thing that people do anymore because it can leave the housing discrimination but apparently both Alexi and Heather did it when they bought their last houses and I think it's just kind of by location and by community style I guess? Regardless I wrote one but it feels very hokey and will probably not use it for anything. We'll ask the realtor if it's something that is done in that area.

Once the kids were done the last program I thanked the parents on the walkie talkies and ask them to put all of their stuff in the bins and then they came and I said goodbye to the children and have the kids say thank you to all the parents again. And then they were off. I think the teachers were very worried about the space being so messy and me being the only one cleaning it but Sarah was going to come over anyway and they had gotten basically all their trash so I wasn't that concerned.

Plus we have a group tomorrow that's about the same size so we don't really have to put anything away We just have to wipe all the tables down sweep and take the trash out. We had some contention on if pizza boxes are recyclable but apparently as of this summer they are so we were able to recycle all of their pizza boxes and Sarah wipe down all the tables while I swept and she is just a rockstar helping me out and making sure that things are done.

Once we are all cleaned up I got my car and started driving around picking up materials. I decided that some things are just going to live in the spots they are because they're in boxes and it doesn't matter. And then three once I was back at the yard building and the boxes for fibers are all set up and ready to be reset I decided I was going to set my hammock for a half an hour. My body hurt real bad for all the walking and my chest feels a congested again and that is not ideal I don't have time to be sick. Taking one day off was bad enough.

I would head back down to the office around 3:30 and I spent the next 2 hours working on computer stuff my lesson plans I watched some videos while I typed. Started working on some research about natural dyes in the area. I had found a gigantic shaggy black pink mushroom and I'm trying to process the mushrooms that I've been finding into ink. So far the three I found yesterday have already started to melt and hopefully this big one will help me even more. I'm hoping that I can find like a few more but they're kind of rare even though they are available in this area. And one of the problems with them is that they do completely melt away. So it's hard to find them. I think they're very neat.

I also would be part of a discussion with Heather and Alexi about the FOP group. Friends of puhtok. They are basically all old guys now and they're trying to figure out how to get the young people to come in. What would bring people our age to camp to do volunteer work. It means there are both agreement that it's food. So I started writing out some ideas for what a day for volunteers would look like to help make camp nice. And then we talked about social media problems and indigenous peoples month and how we can say and put out things about current indigenous people and what they're doing and support them in different ways. Like a highlight. And we had a nice discussion about how sometimes it's better to say nothing but also sometimes saying nothing is worse. It's all learning and I think that that's important.

I did stay really late today. Stay until almost 5:30. But that was because I had my ceramics class and I had had my lunch at like 3:30 so I was not hungry and did not really want to go anywhere. So I stayed and hung out and then once alexian Heather were on their way out I decided I would just go to the ceramics class early.

And that's exactly what I did. I got there a little after 5:30 and I beat Lindsay. But she came soon after me and I spent that half hour trimming and just chatting with her about stuff and it was really nice.

We would have a really good class honestly. Everybody came and we had lots of good discussions and conversations and we talked about our cats at Halloween and we showed up our costumes and the older woman in the group brought us all candy and it was really sweet. But I had more trouble today making anything. After I trimmed all of my stuff from last week I finally, finally, have things on the shelf to be fired. So hopefully next week I'll have a couple the square pieces that I can glaze. And then I was like okay I'm going to try to make something big and so I cut 3 and 1/2 lb of clay and I tried and it just wasn't happening. Lindsay wants me to try to center with my left arm instead of my right and I just don't have control from that direction. So I'm still trying to figure it out. I'm struggling with centering a little bit still more than I thought I was. So I was also just struggling to throw anything because I was trying to get back to basic just get it on the wheel strength. I would make a couple things. But eventually I got to the end of my bag of flight. That didn't mean that I don't have any clay it's just that all of my clay was in my second bag which was too bad or too dry or just scraps. So then I would spend some time wedging it and making some balls so that next week I just have those ready to go. And it was nice to just kind of work with the clay and not really have a direction.

I took one of the balls though and spent the last hour making little figures. I made some cats and some bears and some frogs. I think they'll be fun just to glaze and have just cute little guys. I'm not that worried about it but I would like next week to try to throw something that is more cup-like rather than bowl like. We'll see.

I decided that since I got to class early I would leave early. I kind of wanted to just go home. And now I'm out. I am about halfway back. I'll be there in 20 minutes. I'm excited to take a shower and wash my hair which I definitely got clay in. And then hopefully just get a good night's rest. We have preschoolers again tomorrow. Which is going to be great. It's going to be very different from today. And I just hope that I feel all right.

I hope you guys all are having a good night. I hope you're staying safe. Please wash your hands and take care of yourselves. Good night.

[m-y-fandoms]

Kazuichi Souda x abused reader one-shot

Request: Hi! Can I request a Kazuichi x abused!reader hurt/comfort fic with the reader written gender-neutral? Preferably with them friends at the beginning and then a love confession. I don't have any dealbreakers/things I don't want in there. Thanks!

Thanks for the submission! Kazuichi can be such a sweetheart when he wants to be….and the sharp teeth...purrr. Anyway, the reader’s gender is neutral, so anyone can read this one with themselves in mind! - Mod Kokichi

Triggers and Warnings: thoughts of suicide briefly mentioned, implied sexual and physical abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, sexual assault discussed. Major Spoilers for Danganronpa 2.

     Kazuichi Souda had always been a close friend of yours. You grew up in the same middle-class neighborhood, going to the same old boring elementary school, then middle school, and eventually you moved into public high school together. He was the closest thing you had to a brother, and you cared about him more than anyone you could think of. He sat with you on the bus, and as you both grew, you instead walked to and from school together. He was funny, dramatic, flirty, talented, and a compassionate friend. He was the only one in your life interested in your hobby of writing poetry, and while he didn’t really get all the figurative language and metaphors and whatnot, being a man who worked with his hands and not his mind, he supported you and read them all anyway. Kazuichi’s support, boosting your confidence, is what got you to start publishing your poems online regularly, and submitting them to small blogs and huge literary magazines alike. You started to gain a small income for your writing, and it was all because of his prescence and care. He was always hanging out with you in his garage or basement as you typed away on your laptop, and you loved being around him. Problems began as you grew closer, though. Problems for you, at least. Kazuichi, for all his great traits and talents, was not one to take hints, and the more you fell in love with your best friend, the worse your mental health got, knowing in the back of your mind that he’d never feel the same way. Of course, what was going on at home didn’t help the situation.

     It seemed that your luck was going to change, when one normal Tuesday, toward the end of sophomore year, you’d gotten word that Hope’s Peak Academy, the best high-school in the country, had a scout looking around your area, which was relatively close to the academy anyway. Within days, both you and Kazuichi had received letters stating that it would be an honor to have you next semester as the incoming Ultimate Poet and Ultimate Mechanic. Of course, you both lost your minds, talking on the phone all night until you abruptly hung up on him in the middle of your sentence. He never asked why, simply thinking your phone cut out, and that he’d see you tomorrow anyway. You came to school late the next day, around lunch time, new scratches under your eye and a bruise on your wrist. When he asked about it, you told him the reason the phone call ended so suddenly was because you’d tripped down your stairs, and the tumble messed up your phone pretty bad, but that you’d have it fixed by tonight! He nodded, accepting the answer and quickly switching to the excitement of starting at Hope’s Peak Academy.

     “They have dorms there for students to stay in, pretty sick, huh?” He tapped your lunch tray with his fork, encouraging you to eat before the bell rang and lunch was over. “Now I can sneak over to your room whenever!” He said a little too seductively, seeing your flustered look. “T-to hang out of course and knock out some noobs in PvP! I’ll bring all of my consoles, no doubt, and I can get back into teaching you how to take apart a car!” You smiled weakly before replying, looking at the food in front of you instead of into his eyes.

     “Yeah...about that. The dorms are optional, and my parents are forcing me to commute.” 

     “Wha?!?!?” Souda’s mouth hung open in one of his usual over-dramatic displays. “No fair! That’s ass! Why the hell not? I bet you’ll be the only student not living on campus!” Way to make them feel better, Souda.

     “Kazuichi, they just don’t feel comfortable with me living away from home before I’m completely self-sufficient and of legal age. Just…let it go, please,” your voice faded out toward the end, and seeing how serious you were, he let it go, content to pout about it later to himself or try to convince you to try and change your parents’ minds later in the week.

     “Can I at least pick you up every morning to bring you on your dumb ass commute to school?” Souda grinned widely after presenting his question. You compromised, letting him have this small victory.

     “Sure, Kazu.”

     But, nothing changed, it seemed, and the new semester quickly came, with you attending Hope’s Peak Academy with the love of your life...er best friend, Kazuichi Souda. He was in almost all of your classes, refusing to pay attention and flirting with random people, a new crush to obsess over each week. Same old Kazuichi, chasing after the object of his interests endlessly, but it never bothered you much. You knew they were always quick infatuations, with him coming on too strongly, getting rejected, and ultimately spending his whole day with you regardless, complaining to you about his rejection, or dishing info of his new crush. You visited his dorm room, with all of the same excuses for not wanting to sit on his bed to play video games, not wanting to stay too late, not explaining in detail where these bruises where coming from.

     Kazuichi, again, wasn’t the most observant guy around. You’d known him since you were both six years old, and he still didn’t know why you’d come to school with puffy red bags under your eyes, why you’d cry at lunch in the bathroom, why you wouldn’t let him high five you or touch shoulders with him on the bus, even though the small seat was a tight squeeze. He always took your excuses at face value, and trusted you, his best bud. It usually went something like this:

Elementary School:

     “Y/N...w-why are you crying?”

     “My pet fish died last night. I really loved him, Kazu…” you sniffled, pulling yourself together.

Middle School:

     “Y/N, where did that bruise come from? Man, that’s a really dark one this time!” He would try to grab your arm and take a closer look, and you’d shrink away.

     “P-please don’t touch it! It’s awfully sore! I fell off my bed this morning, it was a pretty rough fall!” You’d chuckle.

Hope’s Peak Academy:

     “Hey, Y/N, let’s hang out at your place after school, yeah? My dorm room is really dirty and I think there’s a random fire drill today. Such a hassle.” He smirked wickedly, thinking himself so clever.

     “Kazuichi, you’ve known me for like ten years…”

     “Yeah…?” he mused.

     “And you know my parents don’t let me have friends over. Why did you think this would work now, today, all of a sudden?” you feigned anger, huffing before smiling at him.

     “Awww come on, just this once?” He crept up behind you to pounce playfully on your shoulders, and you glided to the side quickly, your back hitting the lockers a little too roughly. Your breath quickened, and he looked at you with wide eyes. “Y/N...geez, are you okay? I wasn’t gonna like take you down in a full- on tackle you know? Just shake you a bit!” He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, his sharp teeth showing in that stupid grin you loved.

     “Y-you just surprised me is all,” you steadied your breathing, hoping to avoid an all out panic attack. Come on, get it together, Y/N, you thought to yourself. Not in front of him, anyone but him. “But, anyway,” you moved back to his side, not close enough to touch, of course, “ you know my parents are really strict and extreme germaphobes. They barely want me living there, making a mess,” you laughed nervously, and Kazuichi remained silent, his mind racing. “Kazu…?”

     “Oh, y-yeah! What? Oh, yeah, I know. Your folks sure are nuts, huh? You’d think they’d be like super psyched that you got into Hope’s Peak and be proud of you or some shit, and let you have more freedom..or at least less-strict rules. Man, they are so unreasonable. It’s crazy...”

     He had no idea…

     He walked you home, telling you he would pick you up around six to hang out with a small group of your friends at the local diner, but since he busted his dad’s car trying to improve it, he’d have to let Nekomaru drive. You nodded, telling him you couldn’t wait, before entering your prison for the afternoon. You immediately ran to your room and locked it, not that it ever helped when your dad had a master key, and when he was drunk, even that didn’t even matter. No need for a key when you can just aggressively bust the door open, breaking the lock. You’d asked Kazuichi if he knew how to fix a lock, him of course offering to come over and fix it, but fearing he’d ask too many questions and get too close to the truth, you quickly shut him up and said you’d Youtube a tutorial. You did, and spent your own money on the tools and materials needed to fix it. Even though it didn’t do much to stop your rampaging father, something about the small comfort of having a locked door gave you the hope that maybe one day...maybe one day, he’d figure it was too much work to bother with, and retreat back into his room.

~

     “Dude, why do they hate me so much?” Kazuichi sighed, leaning on the door of Nekomaru’s car and looking angrily out the window. Even if he wasn’t being overly dramatic on purpose, with Nekomaru’s size, he was left squished and forced to lean on the door anyway.

     “HAHA, man, you’re being ridiculous! You know that’s bullshit. Y/N’s known you longer than any of us, and you know they adore you!” Nekomaru laughed, driving a little faster then he should down the suburban street.

     “Well, they don’t ‘adore’ me they way I do them, ya know? Am I ugly? I’m ugly, aren’t I?”

     “I think you’re objectively attractive!” Nekomaru shouted his support.

     “T-then why the hell don’t they like me like that?! Man, I’ve spent years with Y/N, I compliment them, I love reading their poetry, and I don’t even like poetry! I spend all my free time with them! There’s no one I’d rather be around! They even like watching me work on my dad’s dinky ass car! Who wants to watch that?!”

     “Souda...have you even told Y/N that you like them like that?!” Nekomaru smirked.

     “Well...no.” He sheepishly admitted, then gained his indignant tone back, “Hell no! I can’t do that! I mean, I’ve had crushes before, people I’ve wanted to smash or make out with, o-or take out to dinner, but nothing...nothing like this!”

     “You love ‘em? Y/N, I mean,” Nekomaru asked rather quietly, for once, deadly serious. Kazuichi went silent. The silence hung in the air for a few minutes. “I mean, ten years is a long time to know someone, enough time to fall in love…” he trailed off. Kazuichi puffed out his cheeks, ever stubborn, tracing his finger on the window. A good while passed with the two men in silence on the way to your house.

   “A-anyway, they won’t even let me fuckin’ touch ‘em. Ten years, and you know what I’ve got? Maybe one high five, an accidental bump when chilling at my place. I’ve got shit! Always a reason we can’t hug or arm wrestle and…..And! They never let me go to their place! Like, what is that? They say it’s their parents’ rule but like c’mon, ten years? I know that’s a lie. They just don’t want me there. Don’t trust me, or think I’m a creep or annoying or…” He trailed off, getting a little too upset by his own words.

     “Maybe there’s a reason for that... You put too little faith in them, but, anyway, I think you’re overthinking it, pal. I mean, you never know what someone’s feeling until you ask, and you’ve never asked. You think my players just go out on the field with a sprained ankle without telling me, or me askin’ if there’s a reason they are limping? NO! Communication is key to any type of relationship! You’ve known them longer then me, would it really hurt to ask them out?! Or confess your feelings?!

     But he never did, for fear of a rejection more brutal than he could ever handle. He couldn’t risk making things so awkward that you disappeared from his life, and so, you and Kazuichi Souda, two idiots madly in love, remained friends. Friends that never touched.

~

     But then, you woke up to sun in your eyes, blistering heat and humid air soaking through your long sleeve sweater. You sat up quickly, feeling sand trickle down your turtleneck and run through your fingers.

     “What the hell?” Upon standing, fear quickly set in when you took in the sight of some white-haired guy you didn’t know talking to some brunette with a white shirt that you also didn’t know. They turned to you, hearing you stir from your sleep.

     “Ah, you’re up and about!” The white-haired boy smiled gently, his eyes crinkling closed. “We decided to let everyone wake at their own pace before exploring. You were the last one, so that’s why no one else but us is here. This is Hajime Hinata, and I’m Nagito Komaeda, a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, approaching you, but you simply looked at it, pulling your arms into your chest. “Oh, I’m sorry. Not one for introductions, huh?” He put his finger to his lip, looking up slightly with a pensive expression, “ or maybe you’re just a bit shaken up? Hey, that’s fine. I can try to get Usami over here to give you the run-down like she did for the rest of us!” He smiled again, the other boy, Hajime, looking as confused and uncomfortable as you were.

    “Rest of us? How many others? Where are we? I w-was just walking into Hope’s Peak for my first day of class and then I...well I guess I must have passed out. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

     “Ah, Y/N, I think I saw your name on the class roster online! Your poetry was wonderful, by the way. I read a lot of it online. It’s so hope-inspiring. Yep, we’re classmates for sure. And about that whole passing out thing, it’s the same for all of us, we don’t really know what happened,” Nagito continued.

     “All of us? Who? Nagito, who do you keep talking about?” You were growing impatient and scared.

     “The rest of our class,” Hajime spoke up, seeing your frustration, crossing his arms over his chest, “Nagito was about to come with me to meet them all. He apparently did already.”

     Then it clicked.

     “The rest of our class? For the new semester at Hope’s Peak right?” Your heart was going a mile a minute, panic setting in, but a seed of hope planting itself and pushing forth your next words. “Nagito, do you remember all of their names? Was one of them Kazuichi Souda? Pink hair, Ultimate Mechanic?” Nagito nodded plainly. “Take me to him, now...please.”

~

     You sat in your cottage at the hotel resort on Jabberwock Island that night, it’s breezy, calming beach aesthetic making you sick to your stomach. It was all a big fucking lie, a mask to cover the scent of death that lingered around the island and carried itself on the wind. That stupid ass bear decorated the place to look like a tropical paradise, complete with complimentary meals and essentials at an all-you-could-want supermarket, but it all was a ploy, a trick. You’d be a fool to trust anything or anyone but Souda in the coming weeks.

     Speaking of Souda, after Monokuma had thoroughly harassed Usami...or Monomi or whatever, announced the killing game, and sent you all to your cottages with nothing but fear and an electronic tablet, Souda had been in and out of your room, checking on you and venting about his own worries. You two talked for hours, then he’d go and shower, then he’d come back, and you’d get food from the restaurant nearby and bring it back to your cottage to hopefully eat safely together behind your locked door. Souda was usually your rock, but it was no use this time around. He was no knight in shining armor, and could only do so much to cheer you both up. He was nearly pissing his pants in fear of your situation, and you couldn’t blame him.

     Neither of you knew what had happened, or how you’d gotten here, though you tried to recall it all night with him until your brains hurt. There was no memory beyond the first day of school, walking into the entrance hall. There were no classes, no commuting to school, no hang-outs in his dorm, and most importantly, no conversation between him and Nekomaru.

     Days passed and you noticed Souda coming to your room less and less, and being more distant when he did show up. You thought maybe it was just this killing game getting to his head, making him more aloof and prone to spacing out, until you finally exited your cottage alone for the first time one afternoon to join the others at the restaurant at Byakuya’s request. Apparently, there was going to be a meeting. Everyone would be there, so for a killing to occur was highly unlikely, with everyone as a witness.

     You crept into the restaurant, skittish and on edge. Your head was on a swivel all the way there until you saw Kazuichi sitting with everyone else, an entranced look on his face. You knew this look all too well, and followed his gaze to none other than the Ultimate Princess herself, Sonia Nevermind. Oh boy, really Kazu...in the middle of a fucking murder vacation??? Really??? You scoffed, always surprised by this boy you’d known for so long, but you shouldn’t have been at this point. Same old Souda…

     You sat by him, expecting a toothy grin and welcome as always, but he just kept...staring at Sonia as your little meeting was about to start. You were all just waiting on a few more people.

     “Kazu.” You whispered, reaching out to poke him but pulling away at the last second. He didn’t move a muscle. “Kazuichi!” You said a built louder, tapping the table in front of him.

     “Oh! Uh, hey Y/N, what’s up? Sorry I didn’t come over for breakfast. I was uh….distracted,” and just like that his gaze went back to Sonia, practically drooling over her. Fuyuhiko, the little yakuza, and Peko Pekoyama, the master swordswoman were the last to enter, and the meeting commenced.

     Byakuya and Hajime were the main voices of reason and the evident leaders of your pack. Byakuya was planning a party, and he wanted you all there to discuss your plans for escape further and get closer to one another so that hopefully an unkillable bond was formed. You’d all be in the same place, and there would be no weapons or objects that could potentially be dangerous. Teruteru would make the food, Nagito would clean up the place beforehand.

     You could hardly focus on the conversation as your emotions were starting to bubble up. Every single time Sonia suggested an addition to the plan or agreed with someone, Kazuichi spoke up too, supporting her with big sparkling goo goo eyes

     What the hell was this? You seethed, stewing in your seat. He always had new crushes, that was normal, but he usually just watched them intently and staked their social media then confessed way too soon to them and got rejected and told you all about them later on in private when you were inevitably together all day afterw- wait...was this why he wasn’t visiting your cottage as much? Is this why he wasn’t talking to you as much as usual? A stupid crush? What was wrong with him. He never acted this way, not this bad. You were starting to worry...

     You looked at him, your eyes on fire as he continued to faun over Princess Nevermind and her fucking perfect flowing blonde hair and fucking perfect voice and-

     “Alright, you’re all dismissed.” Byakuya wrapped up the meeting, and everyone began to disperse. Kazuichi jumped up, rushing over to ask Miss Sonia if she wanted him to walk her home. You were fuming at that point, finding this whole scene unbelievable, and stomped to your cottage alone.

~

     The next night, Byakuya Togami was murdered at his own party, and Teruteru was fried to a crisp in front of your eyes. You broke down in a full-on panic attack after that first trial, in your locked room alone, having showered and gotten into bed immediately after, deciding to never leave this room again. Kazuichi came knocking the next day, asking if you wanted to explore the new island that Monokuma opened up with him and Sonia, but you coldly refused, almost slamming the door in his face.

     Eventually, you were forced out of your room by Monokuma’s mandatory motive meetings, and Kazuichi always stood by Sonia, saying one or two words to you before you left.

     You curled up in your bed again, alone that night.

     How could this happen? Your own thoughts enshrouded you, swirling around like black smoke of despair. Why is he doing this…? Is he- maybe he’s finally in love for real...no, not Kazuichi. He’s supposed to be mine...my best friend. Does ten years mean nothing to him? How could he do this?! She clearly doesn’t even like him back! Your anger and self-pity was turning into blind rage. It took everything you had to not scream at the top of your lungs and start throwing things. As you began to drift off into sleep, you told yourself that if you didn’t start looking on the bright side, you were going to end up dead, maybe by your own hands.

     Maybe this is just a crush after all, just...this killing game has pushed his emotions into over-drive too! Yeah, that’s it! He’s forcing himself to look on his own bright side, and this little crush is his way of staying sane...but why wouldn’t he just come to you to stay sane? Why couldn’t you be his bright side? You were always his confidant, and him yours….stop! Stop it Y/N, happy thoughts. Your dad can’t get you here. He won’t be sneaking in your room at night. You can sleep soundly...unless a classmate busts in to murder you.

     “Fuck!” You cried out, deciding to stay up the entire night writing poetry on the notepad by your bed. “I’ll get out of this. We will get out of this, me and Kazu. Surely no one is gonna kill again after how rough that first trial was…”

     And then Mahiru died, and then you watched Peko die, and Fuyuhiko was taken away by Monokuma’s little ambulance.

     As you exited the trial grounds this time around, you all walked in a small huddle back to the cottages, your spirits shot, despair taking over. Kazuichi was just close enough to you to get a few words in through the awkward silence.

     “H-hey, that one was pretty rough, huh? Worst then the last. I mean, I actually discovered the body this time...it was traumatizing, you know?”

     “I don’t know, why don’t you go tell Sonia about it!” You spat, rather loudly for the timid friend he knew. The rest of the group mostly ignored you, a few uncomfortable glances in your direction.

     “What do you mean? I’m telling you right now, I can talk to her later,” he chuckled apprehensively, hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit.

     “Why not go tell her now? What, did she finally tell you to fuck off, so you’re falling back on your back-up mode of getting attention?!” Arriving at the entrance of the resort, your group stepped through. The all could feel the awkwardness in the air, but none more then Sonia, her name being mentioned more than once.

     “Y/N, w-where is this coming from?” Kazuichi’s eyes widened at your harsh words.

     “I know you’re not fucking serious! It’s Sonia, Sonia, Sonia all day every day but now you wanna talk to me? Oh gee, thanks! After ten fucking years I’m glad you’ve decided I earned this conversation. I’m honored!” The group looked toward you two, keeping their distance, some of them sweating, some chuckling at Souda’s expense

     “Looks like the idiot grease monkey messed up big time,” Hiyoko giggled behind her kimono sleeve with an evil smile before Hajime urged the others to just mind their business and head to their rooms. Surprisingly, they all listened, too sad and tired to argue or grab their popcorn to watch this entertaining display. You two were left alone there, Kazuichi completely frozen with pure terror.

     “Y/N, I-“

     “Fuck you, Kazuichi! We’re being murdered one by one, and you drop me for a fucking infatuation over some Barbie?!” You knew you shouldn’t be blaming Sonia at all or bringing her into this with insults, but you were so infuriated that you’d have to let the guilt sink in later and apologize to her. He tried to approach you, reaching out. “Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t even look at me! From now on, I’m looking out for only myself! You leave me alone, you hear? Sonia can be your one and only! You saw how Fuyuhiko felt about losing Peko, his closest friend? Well...I was hoping that wouldn’t have to be us…” you let him fill in the rest of your sentence in his imagination, as your voice faltered, tears springing up.

     “Y/N, don’t cry...please.”

     “Goodnight Kazuichi,” and you walked swiftly past him, slamming the door to your cottage.

     The next night, Kazuichi and the others visited Fuyuhiko in the hospital on the new island while you stayed in your room, but Souda lingered after everyone left, hoping to get some alone time with the injured yakuza. He told Fuyuhiko of his situation with you from the beginning: the bruises, not letting him come over, shrinking away fron any and all touch, his love for you, his feeling of imminent rejection every time he thought about confessing. To his surprise, Fuyuhiko, having lost the bite in his voice along with Peko, merely listened, then, being more intuitive and aware of obvious signs, told Kazucihi that you were most likely being abused at home, and didn’t want him to know. Kazuichi felt like his soul left his body...what? How could he have missed this?

     Fuyuhiko had seen it a lot growing up, the fellow sons of other yakuza members getting beat on by their aggressive dads, the daughters being touched inappropriately by other members or rival clans, the aftermath, the behaviors. He spoke his piece, his advice, and after a long man-to-man talk...one full of Fuyuhiko’s regrets, of Peko’s dutiful ignorance of her own feelings, and a lifetime of friendship that yearned to be maybe just a bit more, Kazuichi knew what he had to do.

~

     A knock on your door that night startled you from your nap. You ignored it. The knock came again, much louder, more desperate this time.

     “Monokuma didn’t say there was a new motive and I already ate dinner, so leave me alone!” You yelled to whoever it was, assuming it may be Hajime asking for another meeting for yet another faulty escape plan.

     “It’s...it’s me,” his voice cracked. Your face heated up, in anger or sadness, you didn’t know…

     “Go away!”

     “Please. Please, Y/N...just this once. I need to talk to you. I need to.” You stood up, walking to the door and placing your weary head against it to hear him better.

     “I don’t want to talk. You’re making this harder on us both. Let’s just make this a clean break, that way, if one of us dies, it won’t hurt as much.”

     “Are you fucking serious? Won’t hurt as much? Are you crazy?! Losing you would be the worst thing that ever happened to me!” Your eyes widened, tears threatening to fall, “I don’t…” he calmed himself, a bit embarrassed of how much his voice wavered. “I don’t want a clean break and neither do you so open up, or I’ll sit here all night.”

     “You idiot! You can’t! You’re a sitting duck outside alone at night.” Why did you care? You’d chosen to end your friendship.

     “Then...then I guess I’ll just wait to be murdered. I’m not moving. I mean, I’m scared. I don’t wanna die, but-“ the door swung open, Kazuichi suddenly face to face with your sleep deprived eyes. He nodded, walking in and sitting on your bed. You closed the door and locked it, standing against the door in a very defensive stance. “Please, come sit.”

     “No.”

     “Please!” You saw fresh tears sting his eyes now, and you gave in, sitting a few feet apart on your bed and refusing to make eye contact.

     “What do you want?”

“I think you know what I want.” He spoke rather confidently for his current emotional state. Your heart skipped a beat and you sat there silently. He continued. “Why did you never let me come to your house?” What? Why was he bringing this up now?

     “What do you mean? This is what you wanted to talk abo-“

     “Just answer me!”

     “I told you many times, my parents were strict and-“

     “That’s a lie. What were all the bruises from? The random scratches and bandaids popping up randomly?”

     “Kazuichi, don’t-“ you were starting to breath heavy, fearing your blissfully oblivious friend was finally catching on to your dark secrets.

     “Why won’t you let me touch you? Ten years, and I couldn’t hug the person I...my best friend...I couldn’t even touch you! Why is that?!” He was so furious, more at your father for hurting you than you for hiding this from him when he could’ve stepped in and helped. The usual up-and-down tonation, the random cracks and stutters when he was nervous, were nowhere to be found.

     “Kazu, PLEASE-”

     “It’s because your dad was touching you, right?! And you didn’t want anyone to know!” He spat, and you collapsed forward into his arms, sobbing freely into his chest. He froze at the contact at first, completely in shock. You sniveled and drooled into his chest, barely breathing, you were shaking so hard. Slowly, his arms closed in on you, wrapped around tightly, and you let him, as he leaned back until you were laying on his chest face-down, soaking his jumpsuit and undershirt.

     “Y/N…just breathe.” After a few moments he spoke, letting your sobs die down into little whimpers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     “I was humiliated. I was scared. I didn’t want you to look at me differently, like I was pitiful or tainted.”

     “That’s insane and you know it. I would never judge you for something your fucked up dad forced on you. Was he hit hitting you too or just…”

     “Yes...all the time.”

     “I could’ve gotten you out of there, into a shelter or living with me. My parents aren’t the best but they’d understand-“

     “I didn’t want you to deal with that. I didn’t want you to know any of it.”

     “Deal with that? What, you? Deal with you? Y/N…” he trailed off, scared when that old friend, rejection sat in back of his mind.

     “What, Kazu?” you needed to hear it. Your life depended on it at this point.

     “I...I love you. It’s not ‘dealing’. I want to help you, I want to love you. I’ve wanted to touch you, like this…” Your heart rate, finally having calmed down from your tantrum, started up again.

     “Kazu…”

     “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I should’ve known, but I chose to be oblivious and mess around with our friendship like an idiot.”

     “Stop, Kazuichi. None of what happened to me was your fault. I won’t allow you to think otherwise. Don’t you dare.”

     “I could’ve stopped it, though.”

     “That’s in the past now...and to be honest, it feels...good.”

     “Good?” He was immensely confused by how any of this could be considered good.

     “A relief, I mean...Kazu, no one knew. Nobody knew about it. I wanted to tell you. For so long I’ve wanted to, and to tell you that, I love you too.” He pulled you both into a sitting position, wanting to see your eyes and make sure you were for real. “It feels less painful, now that you know the truth. It still hurts, what my dad did will always leave scars on my heart and body but-” Kazuichi let all of his fears blow away in the wind, leaning down and gently pressing his lips into yours. Tears ran down your face as you closed your eyes and let yourself be absorbed by his love. He pulled away, allowing you to finish your thought:

“- I’m not afraid anymore.”

[simplybakugou]

OKAY I JUST READ YOUR SHORT STORY ABOUT BAKUGO HAVING A QUIRKLESS KID AND CRAZY IDEA BUT WHAT IF MIDORIYA, WHO’S STILL IN TOUCH WITH BAKUGO, WAS LIKE A CLOSE FAMILY FRIEND OR SUM AND GOT ALONG GREAT W KATSUO. idkidk but im sure deku would truly understand how katsuo feels so he’d kinda take him under his wing and “guide” him as he grows up AND MAYBE ONE DAY PASSES ON ONE FOR ALL TO HIM ? CRAZY IDEA BUT IT JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD WHILE READING IT.

⋆ PAIRING: dad!bakugou x female!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; angst ⋆ WORD COUNT: 6126

A/N: I was already planning on making a part 2 for this but you guys beat me to it! And this is so long, I didn’t mean for it to be so long but so many ideas kept coming to mind lol. This is also my way of contributing to Bakugou’s birthday because I’m too depressed and sad to do anything else for him :) Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy :)

Link to part 1 is here!

✐posted 04.20.2020✐

“You’re all done!” You exclaimed, patting one of your patient’s back as you wrapped up the bandage. “Remember to not put too much pressure or overwork your arm otherwise it won’t heal properly. Please contact the hospital if you have any other abnormal pains.”

The young woman smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Bakugou-san. No wonder you’re so famous!”

You smiled and thanked the woman as she exited the room. Your nursing assistance, Hana, walked into the room, holding her clipboard of all of your appointments in hand. “Hana, do I have any more appointments?”

Hana looked down at the clipboard, shaking her head. “No, you’re clear for the afternoon.”

You nodded, thanking her and pulled your phone out from your pocket as you walked out into the hallway. There were numerous missed calls from Aldera Junior High, Katsuo’s school. A sigh escaped your lips, already knowing that the meaning of the call couldn’t be good. You dialed the phone number and called back.

“Hello, this is the office of Aldera Junior High, how can I help you?” A man’s voice asked from the other line.

“Hi, my name is Bakugou Y/N and I was just calling back after receiving some missed calls from this number.”

“Oh, Bakugou-san! Let me redirect you to Principal Hirai. She will answer your call shortly.” The line was momentarily cut off until you were redirected to the principal’s phone.

“Hello, this Principal Hirai. Is this Bakugou-san?” 

“Yes, it is. Sorry about not answering your previous calls. I had a few appointments to take care of at the hospital here.” You took off your white lab coat and sat down in your office.

“No worries, I understand how busy and hard you work. I called because there was an… incident here.”

You furrowed your brows. “Incident? Is it about Katsuo? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine but he did get into a fight with another student here. His mother is here in my office now and I would like you to come as well. I tried calling your husband but he is currently on duty so that’s why I called you,” Principal Hirai said.

“I understand. I’ll get there as soon as I can.” You hung up, setting your phone down on the table. Your fingertips rubbed small circles into your temples as you could feel a migraine forming. Katsuo, despite being a carbon copy of his father, had your temperament, making him calmer and less aggressive than his father. That was why you were shocked to find out he had gotten into a fight, something that is not in his character. 

You grabbed your coat, phone, and bag, approaching the front desk of the hospital. “Hana, call me if I get any other appointments. I’m taking my lunch break early.”

Hana nodded, waving good-bye to you as you made your way to your car and Aldera Junior High.

***

The doors were light as you pushed open the doors to the main office of the school. A man, most likely the one who you were on the phone with, greeted you. “Bakugou-san? You can take a seat right there. Principal Hirai will be right with you.”

You nodded, looking over to where he was gesturing. In the seats was your son who had a tissue in his right nostril to stop the bleeding as well as a bruise on his right cheek. He looked up at you, his crimson eyes widening at the sight of you. “Mom!”

You sighed, walking over and sitting down next to him. You cupped his face in your hands, examining his face. “You don’t look too beaten up but that bruise will take a few days, maybe weeks, to heal.”

Katsuo looked at you with a puzzled expression. “So… you’re not upset?”

“Of course I’m upset!” You exclaimed. “Why would you get into a fight, Katsuo? It’s not like you to do something like this.”

Katsuo scoffed in a manner similar to Bakugou himself. “That bastard Watanabe is a piece of shit.”

You felt your eye twitch at the sound of your son cursing, normally reprimanding him for doing so but deciding not to now since he seemed so upset. “He was picking on a kid in class for not showing him the answers on the test so I just wanted to tell him off for picking on someone like that. But then he started getting all pissy, talking about me being shitty for not having a quirk and then he…”

Katsuo looked over at you, looking away after his eyes met yours. “Then he what, Suo?”

Katsuo sighed, looking down at his hands. “He started saying that I’m probably quirkless ‘cause ‘my bitch of a mother’s shit quirk was too weak to pass on’ and that it was ‘her fault for making such a fucked up kid.’”

Katsuo looked back up at you, holding your hands in his. “But your quirk is so cool, Mom! No one else thinks it’s shitty or anything! Everyone thinks that you’re amazing for protecting and saving so many people and they all admire you for it! I admire you for it! Even if you aren’t a pro, you’re my hero, Mom.”

You smiled at him, raising your hand up and caressing his blonde hair down. “When did I get such a sweet and caring son? You didn’t have to say anything, Suo, I’m proud of you for sticking up for your classmate.”

He smiled back at you, looking over to see the man at the front desk smiling at the sight of a mother comforting her son. Katsuo blushed, rubbing his neck. “I-It was nothing, Mom.”

The door labelled ‘PRINCIPAL’ in black, bold letters, opened up. Principal Hirai gestured at the two of you to come in and you both got up to enter her office. Inside was an older woman and a young boy, who was even more beat up than Katsuo with a large band aid covering the bridge of his nose as well as a black eye. It seemed like even quirkless Katsuo was capable of showing his strength and protecting himself. Katsuo sat down on the chair next to Watanabe and you sat beside your son.

Principal Hirari sighed, folding her hands together on the desk. “Thank you both for being able to come here today, especially you, Y/N, with your busy schedule.”

The mother scoffed, crossing her arms. “What? Being a little doctor means she gets more praise than me?”

“No, not at all, Aiko. But let me get to why I had you come here in the first place. From what I’ve heard from Mashiho, he was minding his business when Katsuo came over and kept initiating a fight. Then he punched his face, forcing Mashiho to have to fight back.”

Katsuo stood up from his seat, eyes widened and teeth clenched together in anger. “You liar! You threw the first punch! And you were the one who kept picking on Asahi!”

Watanabe rolled his eyes at him. “I didn’t do any of that, Principal Hirai. Who are you going to believe: the kid with respectable parents or the brat with a sad excuse of a father who uses his aggressive behavior to call himself a hero?”

Katsuo grabbed Watanabe by the collar, pulling him up to his feet. “I dare you to say that again, you fucking piece of shit.”

You stood up, pulling Katsuo back and making him sit back down. “That’s enough, boys. I’ve heard enough,” Principal Hirai said.

Aiko began comforting her son in her arms. “Oh, my poor baby! Hirai, as you can clearly see, that barbaric kid is the one responsible for all of this! But you can’t blame the kid for being like that, since his parents can barely take care of one kid, let alone two. I mean how many times has that behemoth of a hero caused damage to the press. He’s better off being a villain than a hero if you ask me.”

Your hands clenched into fists. “Good thing no one was asking you, ‘cause the next time you even think about insulting my son or my husband in front of me will be your last.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Principal Hirai commanded. “It’s clear to me what happened.”

“Good, so I’m glad that that brat will be taken care of,” Aiko huffed.

“No, the exact opposite will be happening,” Principal Hirai said, eyeing Aiko. She looked over at Katsuo, smiling. “Katsuo has never gotten into this kind of trouble. Nor have I ever gotten complaints about him from the teachers. In fact, they say that he will most likely be the valedictorian for this year’s class. I only expect good things from him and I can see that you and your husband have done an excellent job raising him and Suki, who also is doing well in her classes here. I also want to thank you and your husband for everything you do for the people and so selflessly as well.”

You smiled, bowing your head at her. “Thank you for your kind words and taking care of my kids, too.”

Principal Hirai nodded, her smile disappearing as she looked at Watanabe. “Mashiho, on the other hand has caused more trouble than any other child in this building. There have been numerous cases where he has bothered other students for his benefit. I’m sure that if Katsuo didn’t step up and defend his classmate, Watanabe would have continued this behavior. Therefore, I’ve decided to suspend Watanabe for three weeks.”

Aiko and Watanabe stared at Principal Hirai with wide eyes and they both jumped out of their chairs. “This is outrageous! Look at my baby, look at how beat up he is because of that little shit!”

Principal Hirai looked at Aiko with disgust. “I also advise you, Aiko, to learn some manners as well because I won’t allow any adult to address my students as ‘little shits.’ I won’t be changing my mind. Please leave my office and do not return.”

Aiko, who was enraged, got up and grabbed her purse in one hand and her son in the other as she stormed out the door, cursing as she did so. Katsuo snickered and you nudged his leg to make him stop. Principal Hirai sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I really do apologize for making you come all the way here for such a nuisance. I’m sorry to you, too, Katsuo for having to deal with this.”

Katsuo grinned at her. “It’s nothing. If I’m being honest, I only fought back ‘cause he talked shi– I mean bad about my mom.”

You ruffled his hair, bowing and thanking the principal. “Thank you so much. If it’s alright, I’d like to sign Katsuo out for the rest of the day.”

Principal Hirai nodded. “You can sign Suki out as well as my way of showing my thanks for everything you and Ground Zero do for the world.”

You and Katsuo thanked her once again, going out into the office and having the man at the desk call Suki’s teacher to have her come down. Suki was your daughter, two years younger than Katsuo. Unlike her older brother, she had inherited your healing quirk. The difference was that she inherited Bakugou’s special sweat where she is able to heal using her sweat. Although she still can’t use it to the best of her abilities, she does try and train it as best as she can.

As you signed your children out, Suki opened the doors with a large grin on her face, most likely due to the fact that she got to leave early which was practically every child’s dream. She made a face once she saw her brother’s bruises. “God, what happened to you?”

Katsuo rolled his eyes at his little sister. “I’ll tell you later.”

***

“And then, I used just one drop of my sweat and it healed her paper cut! Isn’t that great, Mom? I’m showing so much progress!” Suki said, her face lit up with excitement as she latched her arm around yours.

Katsuo scoffed. “Aren’t you supposed to be able to do more? You’re in sixth grade now and that’s all you can do?”

You nudged Katsuo’s side. “Progress is still progress. I’m proud of you, Suki.”

Suki grinned at you, sticking her tongue out at her brother. Katsuo flipped her off when you weren’t looking. It was bright outside, the sun beaming down on the three of you as you took your kids out. Although you didn’t want him to get into fights, you were proud of your son for sticking up for his classmate and defending himself even without a quirk. There was no doubt in your mind that he would become a great hero just like his father.

Katsuo extended his arm out in front of the two of you, causing you to stop walking. He pointed down the road. “There’s a bunch of reporters there. If we go down this way, they’ll just ambush us and ask a bunch of questions about Dad.”

You nodded, looking down the street that was a bit dimmer as it wasn’t exposed to the sun’s rays due to the ginormous trees on the sidewalks. “This road looks better. It’ll take us a bit longer to get back to the car but that’s fine.”

“Do you think we’ll run into Dad or another cool hero on the way?” Suki asked excitedly as the three of you began walking down the narrow, desolate road.

“It’s possible, but I’d rather not ‘cause heroes only show up in times of need and that would mean a villain would be here,” you said. 

“Do you think there are people out there that hate Dad?” Katsuo asked.

“I’m sure there are. Just as there are people who love and admire Dad for everything he’s done, there have to be people who despise him for getting in the way,” you stated. Your phone began buzzing in your pocket, looking at it to find an alert from a ‘villain movement app,’ one that notifies you when there is criminal activity in the area. WARNING: Level 5 villain, Gamma, is in the area. Be cautious.

“Gamma? Who’s that?” Suki asked.

“He was a villain that Dad and Uncle Deku faced a few years ago. He got away from police custody but no one’s heard from him since. We should get to the car as fast as we can before anything happens.”

“Too bad I got to you first,” a raspy voice called out from a few feet from behind you.

You felt like something was crawling under your skin as you clenched your hands around your kids’ forearms, turning around slowly to make eye contact with a pair of green beady eyes. 

“Mommy?” Suki called out to you softly. Gamma grinned menacingly at the three of you.

“Kids, run that way as fast as you can and get help from the first person you see,” you said in a low voice.

“What about you, Mom?” Katsuo asked, his voice trembling. Although he had never seen Gamma, obviously, he remembered watching the news feed of his father and Midoriya facing off against Gamma and it was difficult even with their combined strength. 

“Don’t worry about me, and go!” You said, your tone harshening in a way that Katsuo or Suki had never heard.

Suki grabbed her brother’s arm, running in the opposite direction. Katsuo looked behind him, your back faced him and he could see how you were shaking. Gamma took a step forward but you stopped him. “I’m your target, not them.”

Your quirk was in no way suited for combat but you knew you could distract him as much as you could just so that your kids could get away. Gamma grinned even wider. “You think I’ll let those little shits get away?”

Gamma used his quirk to create a solid wall in front of Suki and Katsuo’s path in a similar way that Cementoss’ quirk worked. “Your little husband and that All Might wannabe did this to me!” He pulled down his hood to reveal all of his hair singed off as well as burn markings all over his scalp. “I’m gonna make them feel every ounce of pain I felt.”

Suki began tearing up, clutching onto her older brother as Katsuo held her tightly against him. Gamma smirked. “I’m gonna kill all of you and make that explosion bastard feel so much agony he’s gonna beg me to kill him.”

Gamma moved his arm, his quirk activating to create a branch like substance, wrapping around Suki’s waist. Suki screamed as she was ripped from her brother’s grasp but Katsuo refused to let go of her, holding onto her arms. Although he didn’t have a quirk, he still trained with his father to maintain his physique. Due to Gamma’s strength to have been immensely depleted thanks to Midoriya and Bakugou, Katsuo managed to yank Suki from the cement branch.

Gamma grunted under his breath and you let out a sigh of relief. But it still was far from over. Gamma looked over to Katsuo, snarling at the sight of him. “You look just like him. I think I’ll play around with you until he gets here.”

Your eyes widened, looking back at Katsuo as another cement branch grabbed him this time. “Katsuo!” You and Suki called out in unison.

Suki attempted to pull her brother away like he had done for her but she wasn’t strong enough. The cement branch moved towards Gamma, holding Katsuo up in front of him. Gamma activated another cement branch, grabbing Suki and maneuvering it forward so it would grab you on the way. The substance felt like the side of the road was wrapping against your bare skin as the tiny rocks dug into you. You winced in pain and Suki began crying out.

Gamma laughed maniacally. “You all made it too easy! I expected it from the doctor but not from the brats! I expected at least one of you to have that bastard’s quirk!”

The crowd of reporters heard the commotion from the street over, moving to the source of the sound. With little time, the crowd continued growing as they all watched on, unable to do anything other than watch. 

The cement dug deeper as Gamma tightened its hold around all of you. The silent road was now filled with the sounds of the three of you screaming in agony. You gritted your teeth. “They’re just kids! It should be enough to take your anger out on me, not them! Let them go!”

Gamma shook his head. “I want him to feel as much pain as he can! I don’t give a fuck who gets hurt!” You continued baiting him, angering Gamma even further.

Katsuo grunted, trying to break his arms free or at least move them around. Think, Katsuo, think!

He remembered watching the video of Gamma fighting all those years ago and how he relied on the darkness when using his quirk. It was a long shot, but Katsuo knew he had to do something otherwise his family would be murdered. His fingers snuck into his pocket carefully, pulling out his phone and turning the flashlight on. He shined the light at Gamma’s eyes and Gamma screamed out, his eyes feeling like they were burning. His grip began to weaken and Katsuo broke free from his hold. He continued to shine the light at him as he went over to his mother and sister.

The only way to get them out would be to break the cement. Katsuo didn’t have any tools to do this, having to rely on his fists and the fact that Gamma was weakened by the light to break them free. So Katsuo began punching the cement, his knuckles cracking and bleeding as he pounded relentlessly. 

“Suo!” Suki cried out, tears streaming down her face.

With one final punch, Katsuo broke you and Suki free, falling to the floor. The crowd cheered for Katsuo as you grabbed your son and daughter and ran towards the crowd and away from Gamma. Katsuo continued to shine the light onto Gamma, sighing in relief as he thought they had gotten away.

“Not so fast, you shit!” Gamma yelled, releasing one more cement branch blindly, grabbing Katsuo. He dropped his phone, releasing Gamma from being burned by the light. You moved to grab your son, only to be stopped by the formation of a cement wall, one with numerous net-like holes so that everyone could see what he was about to do.

“All you bastards out there, feast your eyes!” Gamma called out to the crowd. He tightened his grip around Katsuo. Katsuo felt his ribs crack as he let out a blood curdling scream.

“Katsuo!” You called out, covering your mouth as you sobbed. 

Suki fell to the floor beside you, turning around at the crowd. “One of you fucking idiots call for help! He’s gonna kill my brother!”

The crowd flinched at the intensity and vigor of Suki’s voice. One of the reporters had gotten the attention of others around him, and the crowd managed to call over Midoriya who was initially informed about the situation, the perfect person for this. 

“Gamma!” Midoriya called down the road.

Gamma flinched at the sound. “That voice…”

Taking advantage of the diversion and Gamma’s lack of attention, Katsuo pushed his arms out, wriggling his body from Gamma’s clutches. He fell to the floor, groaning in pain. He was broken and bloodied. “Suo!” Suki called out.

Katsuo punched through the wall, managing to break free, falling in front of his mother and sister. He was panting, clutching his side in pain. 

“That damn hero…” Gamma grunted. 

Before Midoriya could make his way through the crowd, Gamma created another branch, one with deadly shards of cement that would surely impale you as he was trying to grab you this time. Katsuo saw this, grabbing his book bag that was strewn on the floor and flinging it at the branch. He threw his body in front of you and Suki.

“Don’t you fucking touch them!” Katsuo screamed, his voice cracking. 

Gamma smirked at him. “Look at you being all brave. Come to think of it, I did hear about Ground Zero having a quirkless son. And you think you can defeat me? You’re just a waste of space!”

“I know that I’m weak!” Katsuo yelled. “I’m quirkless, and I’ll never be as strong as my dad.”

“Suo…” You murmured, holding onto Suki. 

Katsuo looked at Gamma with an intensity in his eyes that matched that of Bakugou’s. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll just let you hurt the ones I love without a fight!”

Gamma scoffed, angered by the child’s tenacity. He created another branch, this time aiming for Katsuo. “It’s over for you, kid!”

“Not while I’m here!” Midoriya called out, finally breaking through the crowd and running full speed at Gamma. “You’ve hurt them enough!”

Gamma flinched as Midoriya used his quirk and landed a devastating punch to Gamma’s large body. His body cracked, weakening his powers immensely. He was already weak due to Midoriya and Bakugou’s efforts all those years ago. 

As Midoriya reprimanded Gamma, Katsuo collapsed to the floor, continuing to clutch his side. You moved to hold him in your arms. “Katsuo, don’t worry I’ll fix you up soon.”

***

“Will he really be okay?” Suki asked, sniffling as she continued to cry.

You smiled softly, caressing her hair. “He’s alright. He has a few broken ribs and broke a few fingers, too. But Katsuo’s the strongest kid I know.”

Suki’s fists shook in her lap as you two sat outside of Katsuo’s room in the hospital. “He’s such an idiot! He should know better than to hurt himself like that!”

You rubbed Suki’s back, leaning your head onto hers. You shivered at the mere thought of Gamma but was assured as the images of Katsuo’s bravery flooded your mind. You knew that he trained with Bakugou since he was a toddler but you had no idea he was so strong, especially without a quirk.

You were broken away from your thoughts as Midoriya walked down the hallway. He smiled as he saw you and Suki. “Are you guys okay?”

You nodded. “Thanks to you, I don’t know what would’ve happened without you, Deku.”

Midoriya smiled sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I was just doing my job! Your son was amazing out there! Speaking of, is he awake?”

You nodded. “Yeah, he wanted a few moments alone to breathe and process what happened so I’m just waiting for Katsuki here.”

“I see. Is it alright if I see him?”

“Go ahead!”

Midoriya smiled at the two of you as he slid the door open, closing it behind him. Katsuo sighed from his bed. “Mom, I said I wanted a few moments alo–”

Katsuo’s eyes widened at Midoriya by the door. “Oh, sorry! I can come back later if you want.”

“No! It’s okay, you can stay!” Katsuo sat up in his bed, wincing slightly. “I actually wanted to thank you for saving us back there.”

Midoriya shook his head, sitting down on the chair beside Katsuo’s bed. “You did so much for your mom and your little sister and I don’t think you understand how you literally saved them. I’m sure if you hadn’t done what you did and protected them in the way that you did, they would have been harmed severely. But you used your own body to protect them.”

Katsuo blushed. Although he was close with Midoriya due to his connection to his father, this was the first time someone other than his parents was commending him for his strength. “I just didn’t want them to get hurt. They’re my family and I think that if I had just done nothing, even though I don’t have a quirk, I would have never forgiven myself if they got hurt.”

Midoriya smiled. “You remind me of myself when I was your age, you know.”

Katsuo’s eyes widened. “What? No way! You’re one of the top heroes, Uncle Deku! You’re as strong as Dad, there’s no way you were like a quirkless loser like me!”

“I was though.” Midoriya paused. “I was quirkless like you.”

Katsuo stared at Midoriya with genuine confusion. Midoriya raised his hands in front of him, showing the numerous scars on his hands. “I was born quirkless but I was given this quirk by someone else. It’s called One For All.”

“You were given your quirk? Is that even possible?”

“This is the only possible way. A long time ago, I met my hero, the past symbol of peace, All Might. He gave me this quirk.”

Katsuo got excited, his eyes shining with excitement. “All Might?! Dad always tells me stories about how cool he was back in the day! And he gave you his quirk? Was that why he retired?”

Midoriya shook his head. “No, you see, that’s not how it works. One For All can be passed down from one person to another and it has been for generations. All Might was given his power by his teacher, too.”

Midoriya looked down at his hands. “I was a quirkless kid just like you when I met him. I thought it was impossible for me to become a hero and so did All Might at first. But then, I tried to save your dad from a villain, even without a quirk, and All Might saw me do it. He saw my drive to save as many people as I could as the perfect thing for the next successor of One For All. So he passed his quirk to me.”

“Dad never told me about that… about the whole villain attacking him.”

Midoriya chuckled. “That sounds like Kacchan. It isn’t something he’s proud of, having to be saved by a quirkless kid. But seeing you throw yourself and do anything to save those that you love, it reminded me of exactly why I wanted to become a hero.”

Katsuo furrowed his brows in confusion at Midoriya. “I like hearing all these stories, but why’re you telling me all this? Isn’t this supposed to be a secret?”

“I’m telling you this because I want to pass down One For All to you.”

Katsuo stared at him with utter disbelief, not believing for a second that he was serious. “Uncle Deku, I really do respect you, but if this is a joke, I think you can stop now.”

Midoriya shook his head. “I’ve never been more serious, Katsuo. Kacchan and Y/N have been telling me how much you’ve wanted to be a hero and I’m sure a lot of people have told you that you wouldn’t be able to be a hero because you’re quirkless. But from one quirkless person to another: you too can become a hero.”

***

Bakugou’s feet moved at a pace that the rest of his body couldn’t keep up with. The moment he heard the news of Gamma attacking his family, he didn’t hesitate to drop everything to rush to your side and make sure all three of you were okay. Midoriya had texted him the location of the hospital and Bakugou cursed under his breath as he had decided to take the stairs to the fifth floor, which was where you were. He even used his quirk to move his body faster, finally reaching the fifth floor.

His crimson eyes scanned the halls and found Suki lying on two chairs outside of a room, you close beside her. You looked up, smiling after seeing your husband. “Katsuki!”

Bakugou didn’t hesitate to hold you in his arms, practically knocking the wind out of you. His calloused hands held you tightly, his head nuzzled into your neck. He was so glad to see that you were alright. Bakugou pulled away, examining your body once more for any external injuries. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m fine. Suki and I got away with a few scratches.”

Bakugou’s blonde brows furrowed in worry and concern. “And Suo? What about Katsuo?”

“He has a few broken ribs and fingers. He’ll be okay though.”

“What the fuck happened?”

You smiled at Bakugou. “Katsuo protected us from that villain, Katsu. He did whatever he could to protect us.”

Bakugou stared in silence and relief. He was concerned about his son, slightly aggravated with the fact that he had been so reckless, but he also knew that if Katsuo hadn’t stepped up, you and Suki would’ve been harmed to a degree that Bakugou didn’t even want to imagine.

“He’s in there with Deku if you want to see him.”

Bakugou nodded, moving over to Suki who was fast asleep. He sighed, knowing that she was okay before sliding the door open. Katsuo nor Midoriya heard the door open, Bakugou only seeing the sight of Katsuo in a state of utter shock.

“What the hell did you tell him, Deku?” Bakugou asked, closing the door and leaning against it.

Midoriya flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, turning around to face him. “Oh, Kacchan! I didn’t even hear you come in.”

Midoriya looked back at Katsuo who was looking at his hands, both his hands bandaged up as the aftermath of the day’s events. “Dad, do you think I can be a hero?”

Bakugou sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think what you did today is enough proof that you’re better than half the pros out there. Some of them hesitate to even save people, valuing their life above everything else. But you didn’t even think about that, and even though it was reckless, you’re the reason why Mom and Suki were able to get out of that unscathed.”

Katsuo let out a breathless laugh, his eyes tearing up as he whispered out, “So you think I’m a hero, too?”

“From how shocked you are now, I’m gonna guess and say that this shithead wants to pass down his quirk to you.”

Midoriya and Katsuo looked at Bakugou with shock. “How’d you know, Kacchan?”

Bakugou scoffed. “I wasn’t born yesterday. The moment I heard what happened and how you were there at the last minute, you probably saw that my kid was just like you all those years ago with that fucking sludge monster. And seeing as you’re here and Suo looks like he’s gonna pass out, I figured that’s what you told him.”

Midoriya turned his body around to face Bakugou. “So what do you think?”

“I think that my opinion has nothing to do with this. This is your quirk and it’s your decision for who you want to pass it onto. And it’s up to Katsuo if he wants this.”

Midoriya smiled, looking over at Katsuo. “You see, Katsuo? There are only a few people in my life that know about One For All and All Might and your dad are included. It’s all up to you.”

Katsuo clenched the sheets in his hands. The minute Midoriya had explained his situation, he knew exactly what he wanted. “I’ll do it. I’ll take One For All.”

Midoriya grinned. “Awesome! I knew I could count on you. But, I will say that I can’t pass it onto you for now since I still have so much to do with this quirk. But, I will train you and help your body be prepared for this quirk. I had no muscle training until All Might came into my life but I can see that Kacchan has prepared you well.”

“I–”

The door slid open abruptly, almost making Bakugou fall backwards. You put your hand on his back, pushing him back up. The three boys stared at you in shock and you looked at them in confusion. “What? You guys look like I interrupted a classified meeting.”

Midoriya shook his head vigorously. “N-No! You didn’t interrupt anything!”

“O-kay?” You sighed. “Can you two get out for now? I need to examine Katsuo’s wounds a little more before we can call it a night.”

Midoriya nodded, getting up to leave and sit on the chairs outside of the room. You walked over to Katsuo, sitting on the chair that Midoriya was sitting on. Bakugou unfurled his arms from his chest to his sides. “I’m gonna go talk to Deku.” You nodded and he closed the door behind him.

Bakugou sat down beside Midoriya who seemed to be deep in thought. Bakugou looked over at him. “What, you regretting your decision already?”

Midoriya shook his head rapidly. “No, not at all! I have no doubt that I made the right decision. I’ve just been thinking about when All Might approached me the same way with this quirk.”

He looked down at his hands which had numerous scars. “I want to approach this the right way. All Might was running low on time with One For All and he prepared me as best as he could until the U.A. entrance exams. But I want to make sure that Katsuo’s body will be prepared to the fullest before taking this quirk. You’ve seen it’s backlashes and I don’t want him to have to experience that same pain.”

Bakugou looked over at his daughter, caressing her (H/C) hair. He smiled. “He’s stronger than he looks. He’s my kid after all.”

Midoriya smiled as well. “I figured that much. If he wasn’t strong, he probably wouldn’t have been able to fight Gamma and hold him off as much as he did.”

Bakugou sighed, looking in the opposite direction. “I’m gonna say this once so you better fucking listen up.”

Midoriya looked at him with curious eyes. “Thank you.”

Midoriya became flustered, expecting anything other than a ‘thanks’ from his hot-headed friend. “There’s nothing to thank me for! I didn’t really do anything.”

“You idiot, you’re giving him hope. No matter how strong a person can be, it’s difficult to become a hero without a quirk. I always told Suo that I believed in him and I still do, but I was always worried about what would happen once he faced off with an actual villain.”

Midoriya shook his head. “I didn’t do anything, I’m being honest. He’s always had hope. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to do what he did today. He believed in himself. Besides, I didn’t expect anything else from a Bakugou.”

Bakugou smirked. “Of course, where do you think he got it from?”

Midoriya smiled. “Kacchan, I’m going to make him become an even better hero than you and I. He’s going to be the best hero in existence.”

Bakugou looked over at him. “Damn right he will.”

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The Lost Boys Find Out Their Fem!S/O is Pregnant [4/4]

SUBJECT WARNING: PHYSICAL AGRESSION, SEXUAL THEMES AND A WHOLE LOT OF SWEARING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Alrighty then, my lovely fang babes! Here we are, we have the last of the first edition of the pregnancy saga! Worry not, dearest readers, for there is hope! I plan on doing a separate series about going through the pregnancy, and maybe even going through the childbirth with how the boys are as new dads. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more, and by tomorrow night we'll have a whole new set to love!

It was such a blast writing Paul's, I'm not gonna lie I got lost in the magic! We have a cute little character cameo for all you 80s movie nerds, lemme know if you can figure out what it is! So, without any more delays; here he is. The gorgeous, the goofy, the one, the only:

PAUL

Today had been an unexpected challenge. You barely got through your shift at the record store, every time you were in light it made you dizzy. Hangovers had nothing on this! Did you drink too much the night before? No, now that you thought about it any attempts to drink had you hugging a toilet. Not to mention your period was late as hell! Well, not the cramps, go figure. Just no blood. None at all. 

You never let on to your beau, Paul, though. The party boy vampire would become overly worried if you told him you were sick, and you weren't about to spoil a good time with a bit of nausea. So here you were, stumbling about the day into the late afternoon absolutely miserable. Your manager Iona offered you some crackers and ginger ale during your lunch break. No dice, within an hour you were running to the bathroom again. 

"Gosh hon, I dunno what ta tell ya. Maybe you ate something nasty, I told you that boardwalk food was fishy," Iona sighed, poking at her own lunch with a fork. Currently your coworker Andie was watching the front until you were feeling better.

"Kill me now, Iona," you groaned, chin resting on the table with your arms laid over your head. Then there was a smell. The greatest, most flavorful, mouthwatering scent you've ever experienced. Like a honey baked ham and a New York sirloin had a glorious new baby drizzled in ecstasy. Glancing over, your stomach growled at whatever it could be. If this were a cartoon you'd be flying to what it was.

Oddly enough, it was coming from Iona. Well, whatever black stuff was in her little plastic tupperware dish. Who cares what it was, it smelled incredible.

"Hey uh..," you asked, leaning over towards the sticky, mysterious delicacy calling your name. "You wouldn't mind if I had a bite, would ya?"

"You sure, hon? This isn't exactly your average dish, it's kinda weird," she tried to explain. God you couldn't take your eyes off it! Finally, your merciful manager pushed it your way, and you couldn't resist any longer. 

"I don't even care, this is the first thing in the past two days that hasn't made me nauseous," you muffled between cosmic bites.

Oh shit, this was heaven! It had to be some sort of meat, it reminded her of a nice spicy kielbasa, a slow roasted brisket, every second it changed to some new world of food you had never tried. What it was didn't matter by this point.

"Wooow. I've never met someone who liked black pudding that much."

Pudding? "I thought it was meat or something? It doesn't taste anything like pudding," you insisted, polishing off the very last specs of it. "Got any more?"

"No, no, not like chocolate pudding or stuff like that, kiddo. black pudding. It's this dish from the UK my new boyfriend made me. It's congealed pig's and cow blood mixed with spices."

You made a face. Blood? Like, blood blood? The cow equivalent of what Paul drank on a daily basis? Yet this was the first time you didn't puke, in fact, you kinda wanted more. Even knowing what is was made of.. for some reason you craved more. Meanwhile Iona continued to talk on and on, until one phrase caught your ears. "Yea, ya know my mom was so into for the longest time. Said she craved it her whole pregnancy, I never got a taste for it honestly."

A single thought popped into your head. A dangerous, foreboding thought that your intuition said was very much a possibility. In a flash you jumped up, nearly slamming your hands on the table. "I gotta go. Oh shit, I gotta go! I'll be right back, I swear, I'm so sorry, I swear to god I'll be right back," you shouted as you bolted out of the store.

"Wait what-?!"

You'd make it up to her once you got back. You had to know! You had to be sure..! Please just let it be paranoia! Please let it be anything, anything at all besides what you thought it was!

Once you reached the nearest CVS you made a B-line to the women's health section. Your hair clung to your face, your lungs stung like crazy but all you could think about was getting answers. And cue the disapproving glare of some old bat picking out a box of pads. Alright being 17 in front of the pregnancy tests looked bad. You weren't just a high schooler, you looked it too. "What're you looking at, " you snarl. Immediately she clutched her pearls, startled by this abrasive youngin' in no mood for dirty looks. God why'd there have to be so many options? Pink boxes, purple ones, bright yellow insisting it worked the fastest. The heavy fluorescent lights were no help at all, it made your head spin. You had no time for this crap. In a sweeping motion you grabbed three different brands and threw them into your basket, all you needed was….where was your wallet? Shit... Glancing around you checked for any nearby cameras or staff. Karma be damned, it was an emergency! Five finger discount it was. 

Once again you made a mad dash back to the record store as the sun finally set. All three boxes were crumpled in your hand, your boots running so fast it you hit a rock that'd be it.

But getting back to the record store was your best bet. You weren't about to pee in some dirty, old, nasty pharmacy bathroo- oh fuck. There was something that finally slowed your steps, nearly making you trip in the process. Four bikes parked right outside. Three of which were occupied by by Dwayne, David and Marko all talking amongst themselves.

Shiiiit, shit, shit! All you could do was swear repeatedly. Before they could spot you, you practically dove into the alleyway behind the store, rapidly disabling the alarm. If that went off it'd be a dead giveaway. Quickly you looked left and right before you slammed the door shut behind you still trying to catch air.

But there, right past the door to the employees lounge, over by the counter you could see a mass of blonde hair chatting away with Iona about Led Zeppelin's best album to date. Paul, gorgeous as every, laughing. It made your heart flutter, but then it sank. What if it was a-... He was never the type to run away from a challenge. But then again, a kid wasn't a challenge, it was a massive ordeal. It would take a huge chunk of his life- well, afterlife! Boozing and cruising would be switched out with drowsy days and busy nights. You weren't sure if you wanted him to know if you were, it would take all that from him. Unfortunately, he must've smelled you or sonething, because immediately he turned around like a puppy being called.

"Babe," he cheered with delight, rushing over to hug you. Rather squeeze you by your hips and lift you four feet off the ground. Quickly you stuffed the skinny boxes into your back pocket, now smushed up against his chest. "Where were you? Ion's said you just bolted mid-shift, we were worried sick! Well, I mean, I was more worried though, cuz I can't stand you bein' gone, kitten."

"Well, yeah uh, I forgot something I had to get at the store, and I forgot what time I got off," you hesitated, still antsy to escape to the bathroom. Truthfully you didn't actually want to, you had to! If you could, you'd just kiss him and ride off into the night to raise some hell like you always did. But this was too big to ignore.

Paul raised a brow. You weren't known for being this jumpy. You wouldn't look him in the eyes, they just kept darting towards the bathroom. Boy, you really did look sick, though. Pale, almost greenish with dark circles under your eyes. You even felt colder than usual. "Am I uh, interrupting something, babe?"

You managed to work out if his arms, giggling nervously. "Actually I-I had some of Iona's lunch earlier, and I just, gotta- be right back!"

With that, you bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Again, weird. Paul just shrugged, maybe you had some bad Mexican.

 Iona wasn't convinced. Little miss jumpy-pants skipping out on her, you owed her an explanation. While Paul perused the albums she sunk over to the bathroom, rapidly tapping on the door. "Y/N! Psst! You good in there, hon?"

You were most certainly NOT good! Your hand shook, the third test finally finished. Not like it mattered! They all said the same thing. Every fucking one of them.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

No, no, no!

"Shit," you hissed. "Shit! Oh shit, oh fuck! Fuck-fuckity shit fuck fuck! Dammit." That's all you could do! You swore over, and over, and over, rapidly kicking the wall in front of you. Stupid pink plus! Why? Why did it have to be a plus?? Immediately you threw it in the trash and scooped up the other two. Maybe they were all flukes? Maybe only a doctor could tell you! You had to get home. Like now. Right now, you just had to rush home, make an appointment at the doctors, maybe hide in shame for a few days just until you could figure out what the hell to do with all this! Once again you wedged the tests in your back pocket and nearly tripped, cracking open the door to face your boss. "Iona, I gotta get home."

"Seriously, Y/N?? Why? What is with you?"

"Please, I swear I will make it up to you, I'll take a double shift, I'll wash your damn car-"

"Oh no, nuh-uh. Not until you tell me why you're being such a spaz," she practically shouted in a hissing whisper, absolutely exasperated. You teens and your drama, when she always said she wanted to fell young again this is NOT what she meant!  

"Listen i-... iyay amyay egnantpray," you whispered. Pig latin. It was a little code you two usually reserved for secrets. Well, that and talking smack about snotty customers. But wow was this a big ol' secret. 

Iona covered her mouth. Oh, you little idiot! You poor little idiot. Looking over at the unsuspecting boyfriend she sighed, looking you in the eyes. She wanted to just tell you to come clean to your man. The boy hung around you constantly, you two were the ultimate it-couple, there wasn't even sparks it was like watching supernovas. Something this big.. it shouldn't be left in the dark!

But that pitiful expression on your face just begged her to keep quiet, and frankly it wasn't her place to tell you what to do- well, at least in this regard. "Alright, alright. This saturday you're taking my night time shift, there's a big concert I wanna go to. And you gotta wax my car, it's gettin' nasty. And you better write the best damn apology note in the history of apology notes, sweetie. This is huge, you better come clean to him eventually, or I'll kick your little butt you hear me?"

"Yes. Absolutely, fine, deal. Just please, please keep him busy, I'm not ready to tell him," you whined, clutching the door. Frankly it sounded like a piss poor plan, but it couldn't be helped, not right now at least. You didn't have the strength to confront the situation head on, you were barely keeping it together. You wanted to cry all over, jump into his arms and come clean now, but this was neither the time or place.

As soon as Iona went to go over to Paul you stuffed the tests into your purse and bolted out the back door, only this time stealth was not on your side. Right at the mouth of the alleyway, just as you were about to be home free- you ran smack dab into a particularly lithe blonde that felt like a brick wall. You went flying onto the ground, your purse crashing onto concrete with a hundred pieces of your privacy going every direction. In a panic you began to rapidly stuff it all back, barely able to hide the first two tests as you threw some half baked apology Marko's way. Honestly he deserved a better one than that, but you were too frazzled to be fair at the moment.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Marko exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to help you gather the scattered remains of your purse. "Sorry, I didn't even see you, I was coming back for a smoke. Big Ed is such a douche, can you believe theres no smoking on the-..." His words trailed off, and you shortly saw why. Grasped between his pointer finger and thumb was the little pink strip, and a look of complete disbelief. All you could do was snatch it from him, a heavy moment of silence magically muffling the wild noise and shouts of the busy boardwalk. 

"Do...D-Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get home, I'll see you arou-," you started, trying to jump up, maybe catch him off guard and make a run for it. Not this time. 

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your wrist, it was such a blur. He stayed silent, standing up and looking right into your eyes with hidden malcontent. You swore if you answered wrong this mischievous cat would tear your throat out. After all, you were his best friend's girl. If you did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt him... Well, let's just say a pregnancy would be the least of your worries. "Why are you running, Y/N? What the hell is this thing," he asked quietly, eyes flickering between red and blue. "Did you…?"

"Oh don't fuckin' even," You snapped, smacking his arm, yanking your hand out of his grasp. "Of course not! You butt! God, are you serious? What do you take me for- No! I- fuck I just- no!" You kick the tin trash can beside you, watching a plethora of trash fly into the air. "I am freaking out! Of course it's Paul's. Oh fucking god, it's Paul's and I don't know what to do!"

Marko's expression softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, Y/N. Paul's my friend, I just had to be sure you weren't sneaking around, you know?"

You sighed, pushing back your mess of a hair with misty eyes. This was perfect, a real big screw up from start to finish. All you could do was look over at Marko with pleading eyes. "You can't tell him yet. Please, just please please PLEASE, Marko, don't tell Paul yet!"

"Tell me what, babe?"

Shit. Shit on a stick. You looked behind to see Paul halfway out the back door with a look of concern, one that he rarely carried. You and your dumb mouth, go figure.

The blonde pushed through and let the door close behind him, looking over at his best bud standing alone with his girlfriend who was begging him to keep something secret, from him no less.

 "Marko?"

"Nah, nah, don't look at me man, this is all on you guys," he sighed, hands up in a shielding motion. "Good luck buddy. Gotta go, Y/N." with that the young vampire excused himself from this melting pot of drama, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You just stood there, keeping the little strip tightly grasped behind your back. Paul was silent, but glancing at his hands you saw they were balled so tight his knuckles were white. "P-paul…," you hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip. "I should really… get home.."

Paul only raised a brow, glancing at your arms still tucked behind you. This wasn't like you to hide from him, and that alone frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him before. And he didn't like the taste of it one bit. "What's behind your back, babe?"

"What?"

Again his spoke, this time his voice lowered into a low growl. "What... do you have... behind your back, babe?" The way he said it was so firm, it made you shake a little. You didn't like stern Paul. They way he hissed the word "babe", practically spoken through clenched teeth

Your throat ached, eyes darting across the ground struggling to think up a good excuse. Anything. A book, your purse, a surprise for him! Anything!

"N-nothing." Apparently, you failed to find any excuses. Great.

Paul's knuckles began to crack, jumping forward to try and snatch it from behind you. When you dodged him, he grew even more furious. You both began to struggle, pushing him away, insisting he just stop and let you leave. But every attempt to reject him only upset him further. Why were you hiding things from him?! How could you just ditch him at the record store when he was worried sick about you??

The struggle built up until finally he had enough. His eyes turned white with rings of fire, brow looming heavily over his eyes and fangs jutting out where his incisors once were. In a flash he grabbed you by you wrists, pinning you so hard to the wall it shook. You still tried to struggle. Thrash, kick, squirm! Steel wished it could be so strong, your muscles ached. This probably wasn't even his full strength, but it dwarfed you in comparison. This terrifying side of Paul you had certainly seen before, but never had you been on the receiving end. It was in all sense of the word, predatorial. He'd never try to kill you, but you still felt that horror build up inside. Rapid, sharp breaths made your chest heave, too afraid to look up at those red eyes still fixated on whatever you kept hidden from him. He continued to pry your stubborn fingers open, ignoring your shaking whimpers. He squoze your wrist, the tendons aching and contracting until your fingertips began to lift up. Any resistance was pretty much useless at this point, but dammit you still tried everything to worm out of his grip. But he had finally had it, you weren't gonna be keeping secrets from him. Now your last finger was pushed off, and he could see what was so damn important that you physically fought him to keep it secret. It was almost slow motion the way the strip spun to the ground, clattering down and landing beside his mud caked boots. He froze, slowly looking down at it. That's it? That's all you-...

You could barely read his face, so many different emotions flashing across it all at once. Occasionally he'd look back up at you, then back down at it. To the point you almost got annoyed that you were still being stuck to a wall while the reality set in. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that was, just put you down already!

Paul looked at you still pinned beneath him, horrified at how he lost his temper and immediately released you. Still rubbing away the pain across your wrists, you watched him pick it up. A wave of guilt swarmed your body, you didn't know whether to hug him or punt him in the chest.

Hell, a massive tidal wave of guilt overflowed him too. It'd been such a long time since he got that angry.. but worst of all he'd never been like that with you. Never grabbed you so forcefully and ignored your pleas, it was a dark side of him he never wanted to display in front of you. Glancing at the little pink plus at the end of the stick, his mind swirled with a plethora of questions. But slowly he stood up, looking down at you still really trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I don't… I don't understand.."

"You- You are such an ass," you shouted out of nowhere, enough that it made him jump. There you were. That's the fiery girl he knew, not the one he exactly wanted to be on the opposing side of at the moment, though.

Paul wasn't surprised you were pissed, but he definitely didn't expect you to start punching his arm. Again. Then again, and again you just kept hiting his arms, his chest, pushing and crying, you were so mad you wanted to chuck him in the ocean! It didn't really hurt that much, but he felt awful he drove you to that point.

Tears blurred your vision as you lashed out on him. All you could do was yell names between sobs, even whack him with your purse. "Paul, you absolute jerk! Butt! Jackass! You smarmy, half wit, blood-sucking tool! You said you were packing blanks, you absolute liar! I was gonna tell yo-! I mean, I know I shouldn't have run-! But you just couldn't wait- and then Marko- and you! You ! Jerk ! Butthead !"

"Hey, ow! Ow! Ow, dammit! I know, I know I went to far-ow not the hair dammit," he demanded, grabbing your arms before you could lay another mighty blow. "Babe! Babe, stop! I thought I was! I swear I didn't know- I-..I never thought that I could get you...." His hands slowly released your shoulders, moving to your hips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry."

The way his voice softened only made you want to cry more. This whole day was a mess. You didn't mean to try and run.. You never should've tried to in the first place. God, you were so tired. All this running around, all this secrecy, the fighting, it was exhausting. Paul was the last person you wanted to fight. Sure you had spats and a few heated arguments. Every couple did, even vampires. But this, it was just so.m draining. With a firm thud you plopped your forehead on his sternum, your fingers tightly clinging to the upper sleeves of his jacket. "Wh-what am I supposed to do-… what are we supposed to do now..?"

Paul pondered his options with a solemn face, but there was only one that made him happy. Only one that sat right in his heart. What else could he possibly do, there was only ever going to be one answer even if you told him right away. Most of all, he couldn't stand the sorrow in your eyes. A frown never suited such a beautiful face. He never expected there to be anything to come from your heavy sexcapades, it never seemed like there was any risks in it. He'd never seen a vampire munchkin, least of all he'd never even heard of a vamp conceiving with a human. All he knew now is you, crying in his arms, terrified of what you were carrying. What it could mean. In that moment, he steeled his resolve and came to a final decision.

Silently he tilted your chin up, using his thumb to brush away all those tears staining your cheeks. Those blue eyes, you could get lost in them. Swallowed up by the sea. It wasn't hard to read his mind when he held onto your hip with one hand, while the other that pushed away salty droplets now cupped your cheek. Within moments you crashed your mouth into his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Warm. A surge of heat filled your body. It was the first time you felt truly alive all day. You could feel your chest heave against his, you didn't want any space between the two of you and only pressed tighter until there wasn't anything left. Each kiss gave momentary breath before you dove in for more. Neither of you could stop. You didn't want to pull away, not even for a split second. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he touched you, the way he felt beneath your fingers; it made your head spin. His hands began to wander, you clutched at anything you could get a hold of. Your body burned, so sweet and long. In those moments the world stopped, it just melted away in streams of light. No one was there but you two. 

It was over too soon, both of you rapidly panting for breath still intertwined. Oh, how you could stare into his eyes forever.

That frown was long gone, replaced by a tender smile. The one he had come to cherish. Paul chuckled softly, breathlessly nuzzling against your collar bone. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, his disheveled blonde hair brushing up against your cheeks. Lips trailed up flesh, reavhing just beneath your ear. And then you heard those three forbidden words. Such sweet, tender words, you hadn't expected him to say. Although he whispered them so softly they might have gotten lost in the wind, to you they were as clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"Y/N.... I love you."

It made your heart throb, you thought you might even faint. A lifetime of struggles led up to this beautiful moment. You never expected it to be a half-undressed heavy make out session with your vampire lover, the father of your unborn spawn, in the back alley of a record store on the Santa Carla Boardwalk. But here you were, nestled between him and an old brick wall. Paul loved you, he had said it, he finally said those words that could destroy any doubt you had. And more than anything in the whole wide world, you knew once and for all, you loved Paul.

[zombieratt]

Alright so forewarning this is LONG as FUCK specifically because i came up with this idea in early high school and was just today POSESSEd By the Spirit Of Musical Theatre to put it to paper— er Tumblr.

So without further ado:

DEAR EVAN HANSEN BUT EVAN ISNT A TERRIBLE PERSON AND CONNOR LIVES.

the beginning is the same, canon diverges just after waving through a window.

*this ended up getting written is script format? i also just sorta ignore alana’s whole exsistance bc in this version of the play she’s unnecessary*

In the moments before he talks to Connor evan decides to omit Zoe from his letter, having resolved himself to move on from her. (instead of being a hella creep.)

Connor: “dear Evan Hansen,” what are you writing letters to yourself? *he laughs*

Evan: its, uh, its for my therapist. its just a stupid little assignment that she says is supposed to help me process my feelings or— uh or something

Connor: hm. here. * hands Evan the letter*

Connor: your cast. no one’s signed it.

Evan: uh no. no one has.

Connor: gotta sharpie?

Evan: huh?

Connor: gotta sharpie? im gonna sign it.

Evan: *handing the sharpie to Connor* w- whuh uh why?

Connor: *shrugs* feels right.

Evan: i wish i could do that

Connor: what?

Evan: UH, IMEAN—

Connor: no wait- dude.

Evan: i mean uh, i meant that i wish i could just be, y’know impulsive like that.

Connor: Why Cant you be?

Evan: i uh, my heads pretty messed up, and stuff like that just, makes it worse i guess.

Connor: well theres some thing we have in common— were both fucked up in the head.

*the bell rings*

Evan: oh shoot! i missed the bus—

Connor: i’ll give you a ride.

Evan: are you sure i mean i can walk its not far-

Connor: all the more reason, i probably have to pass it on my way home anyway, cmon.

——

they meet Zoe in the parking lot

Zoe: I have Late practice today

Connor: whatever, gotta passenger.

Zoe: who the fuck would be crazy enough to trust your ability to drive?

Evan *being Brave*: Me Apparently?

Zoe: Uh, Evan Right?

Evan: yeah, uh, yeah.

Zoe *holding her hand out to be shaken*: i’m Zoe, we’ve met though right?

Evan wipes his hand on his shirt and shakes it: yeah, uh, nice to formally meet you, Zoe.

Zoe: i’m off, don’t kill him stoner.

Connor: i wont Princess

Evan breathing heavy: that was,, an eventful ten minutes.

Connor: oh fuck— you cool? or—

Evan: Panic Attack.

Connor: Right, uh

Connor: can you get in the car?

Evan: yeah

*car nonsense*

Connor: Can i start driving or do you want me to wait

Evan: Distractions are good,, Can Uh, Can you Talk about Stuff?

Connor: What stuff!??

Evan: any Stuff!

Connor: Is Zoe okay??

Evan: Sure?!

Connor: Uhh we don’t get along as well as we used to?

we were really close as kids, shes a huge asshole now but *fully venting now*

i kind of miss it you know? having someone to talk to and care about— and i still care about her— but its scary and i always fuck it up! not to mention the fact that our parents hate me— make her see me as some alien and not just a fucked up kid who wants to talk and — (more ranting that i dont feel like writing, but its a whole monologue bro)

Evan: Connor

Connor snaps his mouf shut: yeah

Evan: thanks

Connor: oh that, uh actually helped?

Evan: yeah focusing on your voice and whats real and stuff— it makes a difference.

Neither of them noticed that Connor was just sort of Driving. they end up at the park where in canon Connor commits Sewer-slide.

Evan: i didn’t know there was a park here.

Connor: huh, oh, yeah i guess i just sorta auto piloted, i come here to think.

Evan: About stuff?

Connor: Yeah, Stuff.

*the convo lulls*

Connor: do you have a laptop?

Evan: no, i uh, i left it at home? why?

Connor: give me a second

Connor walks to the car and grabs his back pack out of the back seat

Evan watches Quizzically from the swing-set

Connor pulls out a Sketch Pad and Pen, flipping to a clean page.

Connor: So tell me how to write one of those letters of yours.

Evan: uh, well you start like any other letter- just addressing it to yourself

Connor writing: Dear Connor Murphy,

Evan: and uh, my first one was supposed to be about my ideal summer vacation? since i started in middle school- but you don’t have to—

Connor: thats perfect.

Connor starts to sing for forever,

eventually Evan joins in there is a minor gay moment where they’re holding hands face to face.

the song ends with Connor hugging Evan.

Evan: its- its pretty late.

Connor obviously crying: just— just a couple more minutes.

Evan lets go and grabs Connors sketch book of the ground, closing it and handing it off to him: then how about this, labor day weekend- we actually go.

Connor: what are you talking about?

Evan: being spontaneous?

Connor: o-okay.

and it cuts to black.

theres a small montage here, as the set changes to Connor and Evans bedrooms

sincerely, me is a lament in this context, Connor and Evan are duetting from their respective rooms, writing to themselves.

(the lyrics are completely different and i will not be writing them here because thats too much fucking effort.

but they’re duetting from their bedrooms about making a connection to another person, feeling seen, for the first time. what it felt like and how they really want to keep it up but are afraid of making a mistake and ruining it.

its got some themes of waving thru a window, and a little bit of for forever, but its still largely the same notes just in a different key.)

after wards, Zoe knocks on Connors door to tell him dinner is ready to find him peacefully asleep.

requiem is the same, Zoe sees Connor as Dead to Her instead of actually dead, so some of the wording changes, so and so about how a monster doesn’t deserve peaceful rest etcetera.

school day happens, Connor doesn’t die, but the hot goss is that everyone saw Connor and Evan go home together after school, jared makes a shitty homophobic joke to Evan and Evan kind of tells him off about it. they argue and it culminates in Evan saying “well god forbid I’m friends with someone who isn’t YOU!” or smth like tht and it hits jared right the fuck at home man.

Connor says from the side lines: damn that was pretty hard core dude.

Evan: you have, no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that.

Connor honest to god l a u g h s, theres a number of people who hear it and lose their shit, Zoe being one of them: i have a pretty good idea, wanna get some lunch?

Evan: yeah, sure.

this general routine continues until labor day weekend, when they plan to go on their little escape. theres a short scene of Connor leaving the house with his keys and a backpack.

Connors mom confronts Zoe about his oddly upbeat attitude and hows he’s seemed differently lately Zoe Shrugs but decides to investigate his room.

she finds the letters. the first one is for forever, the theme plays as she reads it frantically, and is signed “Sincerely me (connor murphy)” so she knows its him, i f i could tell her begins but its a real duet between Connor and Zoe and at the end she resolves to try harder to connect to him.

Evan sings disappear to Connor after breaking into a formerly public park, in this context its him confessing that he broke his arm attempting su!c!de. Connor records it, for personal reference.

jared hacks Connors phone and steals the video, posting it to yt, in an effort to ruin their friendship.

Evan and Connor get in a little fight about it, and in the meantime Evan is called to the school to give an assembly because hes a phenomenal speaker and Disappear got like 1000000 views over night.

Zoe and Connor bond a little bit in a short scene before the assembly

Zoe: wheres Evan what happened?

Connor: Kleinman Did!

Zoe: what?

Connor: Why Do you care?

Zoe: because! you look happy around him!

Connor: i, i do?

Zoe: yeah? he could tell the worst joke ever written and you’d crack up. i haven’t heard you laugh like that in years Connor, maybe ever.

Connor: oh.

Zoe: Come back inside?

Connor: y, Yeah.

they all perform You Will Be Found together.

end act 1.

(no more dialogue from here i got tired)

to break in a glove is Connor’s dad trying to reconnect with him, it goes mediocrely, but Connor feels like hes being seen by his dad for the first time in years. its said in metaphors, but this is Connors dads way of saying that if Connor is willing to put in the work, so is he. they hug at the end, things are looking up. some talk of therapy is sprinkiled in the dialogue as they walk of stage together.

Only Us is Evan and Connor saying that they saved each other. its loosely romantic, as its a love song, but they don’t out right say that they’re in love or anything, they don’t know if theyre ready for that. its a promise. the song ends with Connor finally apologizing for pushing Evan over at the beginning of the show.

good for you is sung by jared only, as a power ballad, about losing people you didn’t treasure. its his attempt at an apology, but it ultimately fails, since jared is unable to take responsibility for his own actions. this is where jared and Evan go their separate ways.

Evan’s mom comforts him, as he sings words fail, which is about specifically jared, and how their rocky friendship is ruined and Evan pegs himself as the cause, instead of parents or perfect girl he uses metaphors that apply to best friends— maybe more. and talks about how he didn’t try, he was happy so he ignored that jared was hurting, and how that was really shitty of him. but instead of it being a generally somber song the end is lighter, because Connor is there— waving through his front window.

Evans mom sings So Big/So Small as Evan steps out the front door to embrace Connor and they mime talking about jared, hug and take hands. the house moves off stage in preparation for the finale.

Connor and Evan open the finale saying each others names, and sing it together as the test of the cast (minus jared) joins in, Evans mom taking his hand and Zoe Taking Connors, Evans mom the Murphys and Zoe break off to the back where Evan and Connor finish the final “all i see is sky for forever” while looking into each others eyes, and finish the musical by embracing (maybe kissing if thats ur jam).

[nijimurakyo]

Please do Kakyoin and Pucci for the ask hcs thingy! (Or Josuke if you don't want to do/have already done one of those two!)

👾 KAKYOIN 🍒

sexuality headcanon: i love self-projecting (plus!!!! i think araki confirmed it idk) so he's bisexual!!!!! :D

gender headcanon: non biney. they've got no binary. insert video game pun here today no gender no nothing

a ship i have with her: ignoring all the other gross fans of it (i am looking AWAY) i rly do think j*takak works in a character foil for each other sorta way, plus it's just funny to me bc I think they fake-date but for real fake

a brotp i have with them: I THINK HIM AND ABDUL GET ALONG LIKE GENUINELY THATS UH *INCOHERENT MUMBLING* FUCKING they often talk abt mythology together and the fact that abdul also had his stand since childhood tells me they'd get along so well (plus that's why he wasn't there for the death 13 arc he'd believe kak plus that baby's a fucking tiyanak) and polnareff too even tho she's so mean to him (bc pol and kaks dynamic reminds me of me and my kuya ^__^)

a notp i have with him: well i don't wanna say any of the ships but y'know. anyone else bc as much as I'm "eh" towards it at least jotaros her age shipping him w anybody else makes me feel so gross

a random headcanon: having met his pinoy relatives (from mom's side) they were convinced hierophant was a dead relative's spirit for a long while guarding him bc pinoy superstition and all, that's why his mom scolds her family for making him think that way bc she hasn't grown out of hierophant. ALSO that's what he discusses with abdul!!!!!

general opinion over them: hugest cc ever oh my GOD the way most people treat him makes me froth at the mouth i only trust certain people about her but he's also another genuinely great character and i feel like even if he could've been used for great potential his final battle with dio wraps up his character nicely so he's played his part well.

🌙 PUCCI ⭐

sexuality headcanon: he's gay. *pointing* fruit (affectionate)

gender headcanon: i like to think of him as a trans man!!!

a ship i have with him: sorry pucci you deserved so much better also i don't ship him w anyone ¯\_( ͠° ͟ʖ °͠ )_/¯

a brotp i have with him: MAN it's gonna sound weird but if he were to get a redemption arc with aus I'd say jolyne, yes it's bc I remember that comic where he says he'll officiate her foo fighters wedding since she can't marry ermes. Yes I'm emotional thinking about him and jotaro too, it's also gonna take a lot of therapy and i don't think they'll ever think of him as great but him and weather...... fuck..

a notp i have with him: EASILY DI///OPUCCI GIRL HELP HE WAS 16 WHEN THEY MET........ i like to think that dios his fucked up roommate and also: pucci being his kids fucked up godfather

a random headcanon: him finding out he could insert random music discs into people to play them like a radio was entirely by accident when he decided to look cool by flinging one at someone like a frisbee only to find out it wasn't a memory or stand disc, he's seen them so much he just mistook it as his stand disc

general opinion over him: hes such a tragic character but also so beautifully written, araki knows to give villains fucked endings but he's one of the few who got a respectful death (choked out by an 11-year old which in comparison, is better than i don't know eternal limbo as a detective, infinite death loop by 15-year old or sent to space never to die EVER), he deserves good things but also he was a priest there had to be some sort of retribution for that (what word was it i forgot)

⚓ JOSUKE 💎

sexuality headcanon: SHES GAY BABEY!!!!!

gender headcanon: trans man who uses she/her!!!! luv the self-projection here

a ship i have with her: COME ON THE JOSUYASU DUOS SO ICONIC THEY LIKE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT!!!!! luv rowdy teenagers in love what can I say :]

a brotp i have with her: listen. listen dude. yukako and her hair buddies and SERIOUSLY when them and okuyasu were having a lunch date during that one episode r*han punches a kid i couldn't stop thinking about their friendship 🥺 also twins au lives in my mind rent-free

a notp i have with her: jos////uhan shippers don't look at me or I'll dropkick you into the nightmare dimension i SWEAR TO GOD YALL DONT KNOW WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP LOOKS LIKE AND IM NOT GONNA POINT OUT THE OBVIOUS REASONS WHY ITS BAD

a random headcanon: she's a gardener ^__^ people think she's the one helping her mom with it but it's the other way around, she's the one who bought the stuff for her and assists in uh. dirt activities!! idk if it's also canon but her mom does know about crazy diamond, she had to tell her dad that josukes ok and to stop worrying

general opinion over her: BABY YOU ARE MY. ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY best jojo and favorite jojo i *vibrating at the speed of sound * she's so cute and awesome and I love her sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 the one thing keeping me from wishing j*seph out of existence was her how the fuck the worst jojo produced best jojo i once asked myself, well that's simple it's bc he didn't raise her 😌 girlboss milf tomoko did and that's fucking awesome

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 22

Words Count: 3.7k

TW: Slight angst..?

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The ride back to my apartment was silent. It was oddly deafening in the car. I looked over at Jimin. His expression didn’t seem to be mad but I was very unsure since he was too silent. I knew I should say something but I don’t know how to start.

I looked down and continued to stare at my own fingers.

Is he mad that I lied to him?

Of course he would. Anyone in the right mind would feel pissed when lied to.

I sighed.

We arrived at my apartment’s parking lot. Jimin shut his engine off but didn’t make a move to go out.

He stared blankly through the car window. “Why didn’t you tell me truthfully about it?” He asked calmly though there’s disappointment laced in it. “You don’t trust me?”

“No, it’s not that!” The last thing I wanted was him doubting my love and trust for him. “I just.. we weren’t close enough at the time and.. i don’t know.. the timing was just never right to talk about it and plus.. I don’t like talking about it..”

He sighed but didn’t say anything.

Should I ask him about the deal? He’s keeping something from me as well right..?

I sighed. Never mind. That can wait. Let’s not make it more tense than now.

He turned to look at me. I blushed when he stared at me deeply.

“W-why..?” I asked softly.

He gave me a small smile. “Come, let’s go. I’ll walk you to your apartment.”

I went out of the car.

“You’re not.. staying?”

He smiled his own smile that never failed to make me flutter, bemused at me. He had his hand held out to me. “You want me to?”

I held out mine to him and he clasped it firmly.

“I.. I’m not sure what I want..”

He chuckled. “We’ll see.”

We arrived at my apartment but I stopped in my track when I saw unfamiliar shoes outside.

“Someone’s inside?” Jimin asked.

I nodded. He instinctively went in front of me. I chuckled. “It’s a female shoes though...” Hm.. mom?

We both then went in and the lights were turned on. Doesn’t look like a culprit has entered though..

“Mom..?” I asked.

Jimin looked at me. “Mom?”

And then a familiar figure appeared from the kitchen.

“Mom!” I immediately ran and went to hug her.

“Hana-ya..” she said softly, hugging me back.

“Mom.. you’re here!” I said after she released me.

“Whoops. You caught me here. And you’re here with...?” She raised her brows, “a guy?” she asked as her eyes fell on Jimin.

Oops... I momentarily forgot about Jimin. I turned around and saw him squaring up, slightly flustered from not knowing how to react from the unexpected meeting.

“Annyeonghaseyo eomonim.” He bowed.

“Aigoooo! Who’s child is so handsome like this!” My mother gushed and I unknowingly let a sigh of relief.

“Eomonim- please don’t misunderstand. I was just going to drop Hana home. We thought someone was trespassing her house-“

“Don’t worry about that! I didn’t say anything~ come and have a seat. I’ll make you some tea.”

He looked at me, eyes asking on what he should do. I just smiled at him then gestured him to sit.

It was merely about an hour later when I freshly went out of the shower and headed to the dining area to see my mother alone.

“Where’s Jimin?”

She placed a finger on her mouth and jutted her jaw towards the living room. I went over and saw Jimin sound asleep on the couch. I almost melt at the sight. He looked so innocent. I quickly headed back to my room and returned to place a blanket on him.

I went back towards the kitchen island, my mother sitting there drinking some warm tea. I hugged her before going to sit beside her.

“I’ve missed you a lot mom..” I held her hand and went to lean on her shoulder.

“Me too, dear..” She leaned her head on top of mine. “Do you like him?”

Love. I thought without a pause. “Yes.”

My mother just hummed in response.

I went out of my mom’s embrace and sighed. “I’m just.. scared. I like him so much sometimes it’s overwhelming.. Plus he can be a bit overbearing. I’m scared.. that things will end up like dad. He’s rich. Crazy rich. Just like dad too. I don’t ever know if he’s going to still like me even after ten years. I don’t know how much of my flaw he can take..”

My mom smiled fondly at me. “I can tell by the way he looks at you.. His eyes lit up just at the mention of your name. He smiles fondly whenever I share with him about your childhood.”

“Mom!”

She laughed. Her face was wrinkled, showing creases but she’s still as beautiful as ever and suddenly it hit me of how much I missed her.

“But seriously, go for your heart. Don’t be scared of love, my dear.” She said softly. Then she held out her hand and clasped mine. “With love.. it’s always risks and mistakes and errors before you’re sure of it. Give him a chance. You have to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

I only nodded in response. Because deep in my heart I knew her words were true.

JIMIN’S POV

The next morning, I woke up feeling a slight pain on my neck. I had fallen asleep on the couch last night. I noticed the pillow and blanket covering me which I knew Hana had prepared for me. I was still awake when she did so.

And then I heard hushed voices and sounds of plates clinking. The smell of fried rice entered my nose and immediately I heard my stomach grumbling.

“Jimin..?” I heard Hana’s voice called. I looked over to see her heading towards me with a fresh towel on her hand.

“Morning.” I said and she beamed at me.

“Good morning.” She replied back then handed me the towel. “Go shower. Breakfast is ready so be quick.”

I nodded and immediately got up. But not before I placed my fingers and caressed her cheeks, making her blush. Damn it, I want to kiss her but her mom would probably kick me out right then and there. So I resolved into winking at her before disappearing to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, we were in the car on our way to the campus. Hana’s mother had been so nice and even made some lunch pack for the both of us.

I looked over to my left and saw Hana fast asleep. I smiled fondly at her adorable and peaceful face.

My thoughts went back and wandered to the conversation I heard last night. I was tired so I sat on the couch and thought of getting a slight shut-eye but before I could drift off to sleep, I overheard Hana’s conversation with her mother.

So that’s why she was so reluctant to let me in. She was scared the same thing would happen to her.. just like her mother with her father which ended up with divorce.

Little did she know that I’d already spoken with her mother last night just as she was having the time of her life showering.

I confessed to her mother that I was genuinely in love with her daughter, had been chasing after her yet she refused to let me in.

Her mom held my hand. “Thank you so much.. for loving my daughter.. She is very reserved and doesn’t have faith in boys to begin with ever since she was little. And I think you changed that about her.”

And that’s when I decided that I was going to fight for her.

KIM HANA’S POV

“My family’s hosting a dinner charity event tomorrow night. The both of you are welcomed to join.” Jimin said as he took a seat next to me and immediately placed his arm around me. Jimin and I went on a double date sort of with Ah Young and Eun Woo today. Though it was still like a separate date since we only watched movies. We went to a coffee shop shortly after.

Eun Woo nodded. “Heard it from my dad yesterday.”

“Heol~ am I going to be in a place full of people with net worth more than $10 million each?” I joked.

“A good place for a proposal too.” Ah Young chirped in and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes at her. She then turned towards her boyfriend. “When are you gonna propose to me?”

“Anytime you wish.” Eun Woo replied and proceeded to plant a kiss on Ah Young’s lips. Damn, boy still doesn’t have a single care for the world about public display of affection. Ah Young went bright red and honestly, me too.

And all of a sudden I froze when I felt Jimin’s lips near my ears and whispered, “Hm.. not such a bad idea.. that..” making me shiver. What idea?

And so the next day I found myself sitting on a table set with fancy decoration and drapes not far from the stage between my boyfriend and my bestfriend, joined by Eun Woo and the other five of Jimin’s bestfriends.

Everyone looked dashing in their own impeccable suits, my bestfriend looked gorgeous too donning her midnight blue one shoulder strap dress filled with sequins. I myself wore an off shoulder long dress in cream pastel colour.

“Have I told you you look so damn beautiful tonight?” Jimin said, close to my ears. My hands were tightly clasped in his, firm on my lap.

I blushed, the effects of his words together with his low voice immediate on me. “Only for the millionth time.”

“I can’t help it..” he whispered, leaning even closer towards me. “I just feel like biting you.. here.” He leaned slightly lower and chastely gave a light kiss on my shoulder, making me shiver.

“Jimin, stop.” I warned. I could already feel a slight wetness pooling down there and I definitely do not want a repetition of previous misfortune the last time I ate with the rest of his best friends.

He leaned back away and then winked at me, making me roll my eyes.

“Welcome, welcome everyone to the Park’s annual charity event. As everyone invited might have known, my wife and I had founded this event and we’ve been doing this for seven years now in hope to contribute much more to the society.” I recognised Mr. Park giving a speech on the podium. “Every year, we have seen an increase in the number of generous donators with mostly coming from the strategic alliance and partners of Park Corporation itself. We wish to extend our greatest gratitude and are deeply honored for your generosity. We’d hoped to work more with socially conscious parties and organisations and together, we can be the change we wanted in the world.”

That earned a round of applause from the crowd.

“However, before that, we have some announcements to be made. First of all, allow me to invite my son to come up on the stage.”

His son? Jimin? I turned to look at him immediately. He only smiled at me in response, not uttering a single word. He then released my hand and went to come up on stage.

“Good evening, everyone.” He said after bowing. It was unfair, the lights shining on him only made him a thousand times more gorgeous. “I apologize for taking up the honored guests’ time, but I’d like to ask for a few minutes to announce something.”

He then took a deep breath and his gaze landed right to me.

My heart skipped a beat.

“So earlier this year, I was blessed enough to get closer to this wonderful woman, who I’ve been crushing on since forever.”

Oh my god... don’t tell me...

I heard Ah Young squealing beside me but I was lost in Jimin’s eyes. I could only see him.

“So please allow me to invite and introduce my beautiful girlfriend, Kim Hana.” He said and made a gesture for me to come near the stage.

I couldn’t think of anything and everything felt like a spur of moment, where I rose to my feet and someone pushed me forward and I’m now taking step by step towards him, towards Jimin, the love of my life.

He held his arm out to me when I went near and I gratefully took it. My leg was all jelly now. He laced his hands with mine immediately. I finally get a good look at the crowd and I can’t push away the nerve that tingled me to the spine as I wasn’t used to being the centre of attention.

He said to the mic, “Everyone, I just wanted to take this opportunity to..” and suddenly he went down on one knee right in front of me.

I was beyond shocked I had no memory of how I reacted then.

But then on Jimin’s hand was a ring, a diamond ring that looked so beautiful.. I felt my eyes watering when he uttered those words.

“..do this.” He finished. And then to me, “Marry me?” He looked up at me.

I swear a tear escaped my bay. My heart pounds furiously. But all I could see is him.

“Y-yes..” I croaked. More towards me and towards him. And then a more confident, “Yes.”

And the crowd erupted into a loud cheer. But it was all muted to me. Because right then and there, my eyes were only at him. Will and forever will be.

I stood still, mesmerized when he placed the ring on my finger and pulled me into an embrace before finally, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you baby..” he whispered.

This was all so sudden, I can’t believe it was really happening. I’m Jimin’s fiancee now?! My head felt like it was spinning around.

And the mic went back towards Mr. and Mrs. Park. I stood awkwardly still beside Jimin, and I’m so grateful to him for putting his hand on the small of my back, supporting me.

“So with that settled.. I also have an announcement to be made..” Mr. Park said. “I am here to announce that I hereby would like to appoint my son as the rightful heir to the Park Corporations. Effective from this Monday as well, he would be positioned as the new CEO and I will be stepping down. However, I would remain advisor to important matters as the Chairman of the company.”

I gaped. This was all news to me!

“Technically, this is still unofficial. Everyone would receive the news officially once we all enter the office tomorrow.”

Half an hour later, I still had problems trying to wrap my brains around everything. I stood awkwardly still beside Jimin, his hand firm on my waist as some investor or another close partner of the company congratulated him.

“You okay?” Jimin asked.

“Umm.. I just need a bathroom break for a moment.”

“Sure. Don’t take too long though.” He smiled and I smiled back at him. I whisked myself towards the bathroom as soon as he untangled himself from me.

Is everything happening for real? It felt weird.. No matter how he may wanted it to be a surprise.. he probably should’ve asked me first.. perhaps privately? And my mother.. holy shit! My mom! Should I call and ask her? What if she says no? Is everything cancelled then? It can’t be cancelled though..

I shook my head. I need answers from Jimin. But not now. I proceeded to wash my face and immediately felt slightly better. I reapplied my makeup and was going to head out when someone blocked my pathway.

A girl, hair tied in a pretty braid, donning a medium-length black satin dress, Yoo Nara.

I stared down at her but all she did was smirk at me.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“You know what,” she crossed her arms, “you’ll never be good enough for him.”

Wow. Literally, who does she thinks she is? “Thanks for your kind words. I’ll keep that in mind.” I made my way again but she blocked it yet again.

“How long do you think he can put up with you? Did you know that because of you he had to accept his father’s order to inherit the company when he didn’t want to?”

What..? I staggered slightly. “What do you mean?”

She scoffed. “You know nothing, do you? And you expect him to love you endlessly? Well, newsflash girl, love doesn’t show you the reality and how the world actually works. Pull yourself together.” She stepped closer to me. “You will never be good enough for him.”

I felt myself boiling inside. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Seeing her flustered reaction, I left smiling satisfactorily although a thousand of emotions rushed through me.

Did Jimin really had to go through all that because of me? Was that the deal he had to accept from his father? What do I do..?

In the midst of the crowd, I suddenly felt lost. I searched for Jimin but couldn’t find him anywhere. I felt a sudden urge to cry. Tears threatening to escape from its bay.

Somewhere ahead me, I saw Namjoon sunbae smiling at me then waved his hand at me. I waved back but knew that I wanted to be alone now. So I made my way out to the corner of the garden where there was no people. The Park’s mansion had huge garden, but even bigger backyard. They were all well kept of course. None of the flowers seemed to be out of its place.

I sighed. Is that what I will always be? A flower that does not deserve to be in the high garden? Always out of place and unfitting?

The tears that was threatening burst out and I struggled to wipe it with the back of my hand, afraid to ruin my makeup.

“Need some tissue?” Someone asked.

“Oh my!” I gasped in surprised and clutched my chest tightly. I turned around.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

I blinked several times, enough to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. “J-jungkook...?”

He smiled his expensive bunny smile and I lurched forward to hug him. “Oh my god it’s really you..”

He laughed. “Come on, are you really going to ignore my hand?”

I stepped back and saw that he held out a tissue for me. I gratefully took it. “Sorry I was just... I wasn’t expecting to see you here..”

He remained silent.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

Suddenly his face turned serious. No longer smiling. There was something cold in his expression.

“Doesn’t matter.” He answered me short. “Are you seriously going to be with that bastard?”

W-what..? “What are you talking about?”

He laughed, but the laugh was so sneer it confused me whether it was actually Jungkook talking. “Don’t try to joke with me. You heed my advice. I told you not to be with that bastard Jimin. And now you’re getting fucking married to him..?”

“Jungkook what is wrong with you?” I’ve never heard him use crude words before. He was always soft spoken and kind..

“What is wrong with me? Nothing.. there’s nothing wrong with me. But you.. hmm..” he stepped closer. I took a step back. He took another and got even closer till my waist hit the garden’s fence. “You.. Kim Hana.. you’ve been such a pain in my ass.” He whispered that last words then placed his hands on my cheeks, pushing it together till I felt pain. Instinctively, my hand flew to grab his, desperately trying to stop him.

“Jungkook!” I screamed through gritted teeth.

“I had been so nice to you.. so understanding.. and yet.. you’re still running to him. Tell me.. what do I lack?” His free left hand went down and I froze when I felt it grazed my breast. “God you’re so fucking pretty yet you’re giving it all to Jimin that fucker..”

I mustered all my strength to push him. But all he did was held his thighs against mine, both his hands gripping my wrists so tight it hurt. His face was inches against mine and I turned my face immediately to the side, desperate to have some distance.

Jimin.. Jimin where are you... I thought desperately and I felt my eyes becoming watery.

“Are you crazy?!”

Jimin.

It’s his voice.

I sighed in relief.

And within a second, Jungkook was snatched away from me and I struggled to blink the tears away so I could see clearly.

I gasped when I saw Jimin holding Jungkook by his collar, his eyes filled with rage.

“Do you want to fucking die?! Huh?!”

I saw him raising his fist and knew that I had to stop him before everything turned ugly at this party. “Jimin don’t!” I held onto his hand desperately.

“Babe.. baby are you okay? Are you hurt? Because if you are I swear-“

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” I said, quickly wiping my eyes. I turned towards Jungkook who was smirking at the both of us. He seemed off.. was he drunk? “Jimin let him go.”

He gave me a look of are-you-serious but still released him after staring at Jungkook as if daring him to do anything.

“Jungkook.. why are you here? You can’t be here if you’re not invited.” I said slowly.

He fell silent.

Jimin scoffed. “He’s the motherfucking only son of the founder of Korea’s biggest pharmaceutical chain.”

That hurt like a stab of knife. “You.. you’re rich..?” I choked. Flashes of him saying he needs to work part time.. and me stupidly assuming we were on the same boat..

“If you want the mother fucking money, I’m here you little slut. Why do you have to choose him?”

I swore Jimin was about to plunge forward and throw Jungkook to the ground but I was quicker. I stepped forward and slapped him in the face, well aware of the tear that rolled down my face at the same time. For the first time, I saw Jungkook’s look of fear.

“I genuinely thought of you as a friend. A genuine friend.. who happened to be in the same situation as mine.” I said through tears.

He didn’t say anything but his expression told me he was painful as well. For hurting him. And disappointment in himself.

“I hope I don’t ever see you again Jeon Jungkook. Goodbye.” And with that, I turned on my heels as tears gushed down my face.

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Blue Bird has a Broken Wing

Summary: Dick answer a call from bruce Wayne, his dad, who called needing his help in Gotham. It was  Justice League thing,normally not that easy, after all, they called Nightwing. But when he comes home, y/n who was waiting anxiously for his back, notices he’s not fine, dick is hurt and needs her. Will they assume their relationship who had Always existed but kept in secret in Exchange for being together in this rough time?

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

warnings: mention of smut, blood, fluff.

Notes: I wrote this imagine with  @boyy-wonder-grayson. She never let me stop, or think that i’m not capable. She writes amazing imagines, you should check it out on her tumblr.

- [2 p.m, TitansTower]  

The team was having lunch. Today Dick decided he would cook his “special food” that he used to do in Sundays, maybe Bruce Wayne not only taught fighting lesson but also cooking ones. You and Dick stared at each other during lunch, looks that would usually go unnoticed by some of titans. The truth is,the both of you had this “love at first sight” thing since the beginning, but for  many reasons you hid it. Maybe it was the fact that you both had been raised together, -you were 17 when you met and he was just turning 21-  or maybe it was the fact that the more people knowing about you two, the more chances it gave your enemies a chance to attack you,  because you’re each other’s weakness.  Dick wouldn’t bare seeing you hurt, just like you’d do everything to protect him. You two have spent many nights together; many secret  kisses were shared in the rooftops of Gotham, in batmobile, in Titans tower, in each other’s bedroom’s. He was your first, your one and only. 

Bruce could notice how much Dick would complain about sending you in  dangerous missions. Dawn and Hank had also noticed the times Dick would prepare coffee for you. They realized how careful and caring Dick was with you.  “Maybe it’s a bat family thing” they thought, but it definitely wasn’t. You were talking about Bruce, while  having lunch, the conversation was interrupted when  Dick’s cell phone rang; he immediately looked at Y/N. “Bruce” the screen showed. 

Dick left the table so he could talk with a little more privacy, after all Bruce’s calls were never to see how were you doing, it was more a “i need your help right now” type of call.

“Hey, Bruce, what’s up?” Dick said when he got to the balcony.

“Hey son, it’s a Justice League thing. We need your help, don’t bring Y/N or Jason, or any of the Titans. Only Nightwing is needed.” Bruce said in his particular dark tone. Dick understood  that he needed to talk to you about this mission in private. He knew that if it were you in this situation, he would like to know.

After lunch, once everyone went on their way, Dick looked at you nodding his head towards the bedrooms, he muttered a “need to talk to you”.  You went first, throwing the excuse that you needed to clean up your suit. A little later, Dick followed saying that he needed to train.

[3:40 p.m, Titans Tower, Dick’s bedroom]

“Hey love, what’s up? Was it Bruce in the phone?” You asked him and kissed himt, enjoying this little time alone.

“Yeah,  it was him. I needed to talk to you now because the League need me to go on a mission. Apparently it’s the Riddler again. According to Bruce’s words he's wreaking havoc in Gotham..” Dick took a deep breath “He asked me to go alone, I can’t take you or any of us, unfortunately” He looked down.

“Go D, they really need you. But please, be careful. It kills me to think about you getting hurt. Riddler is crazy. He can be pretty dangerous.” You told him with fear because you knew he needed to go, he could never ignore a call from Bruce. 

Dick gives you a hug and you can feel him breathing next to your hair. He loved the smell of your shampoo.

“Nightwing will be back in one piece baby.” He touched your forehead with his and kissed you, deeply. You couldn’t say you were okay with this, but you would pray for him to come back home safe. 

“I love you.” Dick said 

“I love you, D, come back to me fast. I’ll wait for you awake”, you answered looking into his eyes, those bright  brown eyes, they shined for you,and only you. 

. You were interrupted when Jason opened the door. To say the boy was crushing on you was an understatement.  Ever since Bruce adopted him, he had acted as your shadow practically. following you around and complimenting you after every mission. Teenage love you and Dick would say.  Sadly for jason you couldn't return the feelings. you'd been in love with Dick since day one, since you two were kids and you felt like that could never change.

You two had already separated from the hug. Dick hands were on his jeans pockets while you crossed them. Jason was confused as to why you were here. 

“What are you both doing here? We are all in the living room”  he inquired.

You wait for Dick to answer but he couldn't think of anything to say, so you answered instead.

“I was telling Dick that Bruce send him some files, about the mission he’s supposed to go to”, you answered because nothing more convincing came into your mind.

“Yeah, bro, i will be leaving for Gotham in 20 minutes.” Dick said with a half smile.

“Good luck in your mission Dickie”.  You left the bedroom and head into the living room.

When all of you were there, Dick appeared with his suitcase, jacket and phone.

You had left him a message:

“Call me when you get there, D, i’ll be waiting for you. Kick Riddler’s ass. Love ya, Blue Bird” 

He smiled to the screen and winked at you. Everyone wished Dick a good mission.You could only wait now, that and participate in the game that Hank had just started. But then you felt someone holding your arm.

“Hey Y/N, since Dick’s not here, do you want to train with me ?” Jason asked you

“Hey Jay, i’m having cramps today, i just want to ret maybe later, but thank you for the invitation” ,you said and left to your room.

[6 p.m, TitansTower]

Your phone rang and your screen lit up with the photo you took of Dick and yourself a few years ago. He was calling you.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to take this ” you said to the titans who were still playing in living room and head for the balcony. Hank and Dawn look to each other suspiciously. 

“Hey, love, how’s it going?” You asked Dick .

“I just arrived in Gotham, baby, i’m heading to the Wayne manor right now, we still have to discuss the plan before jumping into action. Everything is okay, the city is dark as ever but don't worry. I’ll be calling you when we’re done with him.” 

Dick said. You say goodbye to each other and you wait. Now the only thing you could do is wait

[11 p.m, Titans Tower]

When the game ended, you all stayed in the living room. Today San Francisco was quiet, so the titans didn’t have to go out. After all, even heroes needed to rest, right? 

Rachel was laying in the couch while Gar and Connor played their Xbox game. You and the old titans were sitting in the table and having some beers. But your head wasn’t here in the tower, it was in Gotham City, with Dick. He hadn’t call after your first talk earlier and you hoped everything was fine.

“Earth to Y/N , hello” Donna plays with you, and you all laughed.

“I’m sorry, Donn, I got lost in my thoughts, what were we talking about?” You asked, ashamed to be honest because you didn’t have idea about what they were talking. Hank was about to talk when you were interrupted by the main door opening and revealing a bloodied Nightwing, you got up hurriedly, instantly following to his side . All eyes were on Dick now. after all, he didn’t looked  good.

“Dick, are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah, i’m good” He told you with a  half smile, walking towards  the room. You knew he wasn’t okay, he was quiet and his hands were on his stomach.

“You’re sure, bro?” Hank asked

“Totally, I’ll be in my bedroom, i’ll be back here in a minute.” 

Dick said and left, right to his room. You knew he was lying, but maybe he was just tired. You would give him some space. He would come back in a minute, just like he said. At least that’s what you thought, thirty minutes and still nothing about Dick . Your face couldn’t lie even though you tried. Jason stopped the conversation to ask you:

“Why the long face, Y/N?”

“Dick hasn’t come back yet.” You answered. 

“Why are you worrying so much? It’s not like he never got hurt before.” Jason complained with a huff, he couldn’t hide how jealous he was about Dick. He Always seemed to have your attention and to him? Only hugs of brotherhood.

“Fuck off, Jason, you know nothing.” You stormed out of the living room going right into Dick’s bedroom. 

“Baby?” You asked , but the answer never came, so you looked to the floor to see drops of blood. “What the hell?” you ask yourself. You entered the bathroom and there was Dick, seating in the floor leaning on the wall. His hands were covered in blood because he was stopping the bloodstream that was coming from his stomach. He wasn’t awake anymore, It made you panic. “Baby, wake up” you shake his face. No answer

“HANK! HANK, IT’S DICK, PLEASE HELP ME” you yelled, you were crying now, Dick wasn’t fine, it wasn’t a simple bruise, it was deeper.

Hank appeared in the bath in like 5 seconds.

“Fuck. This dumbass loves a dramatic entrance, doesn’t he?” he said annoyed.

“Help me to take him to infirmary, Hank, please, fast.” you begged.

Donna came in after hearing all the commotion “What’s happening? Dick told us he was fine” She asked, and all the titans were in the door. Gar helped Hank and told him that it’s okay, they will take him to the infirmary room.

When you got there, they laid Dick in the hospital bed and administered morphine in his veins. He should be going through a lot of pain.

Kory entered the room- “What’s going on with him?” She was out with some tamaranean friend, you everyone thought they had something. Who knows. 

“He was in Gotham, in a mission and he came back like this, we’re giving pain medication and antibiotics, Y/N already cleaned the cut and sutured it. Hank said.

Dick was sleeping now, medicated, he should be awake in a few hours, but you wouldn’t leave him.

“I’ll be staying here with him.” you said firmly.

“You should sleep, we have a mission tomorrow, Y/N” Jason said.

“I’m sure the people of san Francisco will be fine with just us Jason, don’t be such a pain in the ass” Donna said and winked at you. Donna has always known, deep in her heart, about you two, but choose not to tell anythig.  They left and you sat in the chair close to the bed and waited, you just couldn’t leave his side.

“Look at us, we are such good actors because i don’t understand how can i hide from everyone that you’re mine, that you’ve been mine since ever and that i love you. I just don’t know how we spent all this time sleeping apart.”

 He caressed the skin of your legs and kissed your neck from behind while you two were laid down in your bed in the Wayne Manor. You and him were in Gotham to help Bruce. He had escaped his room to be with you. And now you were there, naked, covered by a tiny blanket, talking about this”

“I don’t wanna put you in danger, D, but at the same time i want to hold your hand and kiss you without hiding.” 

You remembered. Then you feel him touching your hand. He was finally awake.

“Hey baby, it looks like i’m not that good, i’m sorry” Dick said with a weak voice.

“D, i was so worried. Why didn’t you tell us you were really hurt? You almost killed me, there was a lot a blood and i thought..” you cried.

He interrupted you by taking your face into  his hands and kissed you deeply, he was fine and with you, this is all that mattered now.

“Sleep here with me, please.” He asked you, you thought about your secret relationship, and how no one knew, but seeing Dick so weak and bruised you just thought “screw it” it was time for them to know.

Days passed by and Dick was much better, the first days were hard because  the wound was big, but he is the strongest person you know. You were by his side at all times, Jason didn't like it one bit,he was jealous 100% of the time but he would understand why you took care of Dick. You’ve done it many times in the past. You and Dick had decided to tell them during lunch.

“Guys, I need to talk to you .” You said, looking at each one of them. You were sitting on  Dick’s side  and he grabbed your hand. Jason’s face turned dark. He didn't like where this was going.

“Dick and I are together.” You take a deep breath “It was hard to keep it a secret but we needed, for many reasons, but what happened to him these days made me realize that i almost lost him, and i just couldn’t keep you guys in the dark” you said, “i guess you noticed how crazy i got when i saw him in the bathroom covered in blood” you added.

“I knew it, I always knew it, since Y/N came in Wayne Manor i noticed Dick had  changed, for good. But you guys never really said it out loud so i ignored, but the day you were wounded, Dick, she was panicking, keep her, bro, she loves you” Donna said smiling at both of you.

“Jaybird, I’m sorry, bro, we didn’t force it, it just happen” Dick smiled talking to Jason.

“If you love each other i’m good with this, really. I wish you all the happiness in the world. But you’re still the prettiest one, Y/N” Jason said and laugh

“Hey, careful” Dick says and you all laugh. You were happy because after all, the day ended up in a good way.

[empyreanwritings]

Tender Surprises

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (biker!au)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, Brock Rumlow gets a well deserved punch in the face

Summary: On Bucky’s birthday, your son has a very important question to ask him. And it may just be the greatest gift anyone has ever given him.

Feedback is always welcomed and encouraged! (:

Bucky collapsed on the couch next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. You leaned up, giving him a light peck on the cheek before resting your head on his chest. It had been quite the day for both of you.

Today was Bucky's thirty-sixth birthday. You and your son, Tyler, had planned the whole day out for him to celebrate. It started with an early morning breakfast in bed; Tyler claimed he made most of it, but he couldn't work a toaster to save his life. Once breakfast finished, you packed up the car and headed to the beach. Bucky had told you weeks in advance that he didn't want to do anything too crazy for his birthday, so you agreed a family beach trip would be perfect. And it was.

You spent most of the time lounging in a beach chair with a book, while Tyler kept Bucky busy working on "the biggest hole in the universe." Even if Bucky denied it, you knew he was just as excited to see how deep they could dig together.

You stayed at the beach until the sun began to set. Tyler whined about not wanting to leave, but he passed out quickly on the drive back home. Bucky held your hand the entire ride home. The best of Journey played softly in the background. It was incredibly peaceful. You, yourself, could have fallen asleep right there, but you didn't want to make Bucky drive all the way home with no one to talk to.

But now that you were back home, it was time for presents, and Tyler was already bouncing off the walls again. He was excited to give Bucky the present he picked out.

"Before you open the box, you have to read this letter first!" Tyler handed him a haphazardly wrapped box with a piece of paper taped on top of it. The letter had been your idea. You thought it would be the perfect lead up to what his present was. "And read it out loud!"

Bucky carefully pulled the tape off of the paper and cleared his throat. "Dear Bucky, when we first met, I was seven years old. Mom and I had moved in across the street, and you were the scary biker guy that our real estate lady warned us about. Mom and I didn't believe her, by the way."

The sun was brutal today. There was not a single cloud in the sky to block it out, and it had been beating down on Bucky all day. His shirt stuck to his back, and he knew he was dripping with sweat, but he had to finish working on the motorcycle for one of his clients. They were paying him extra to get it done before the weekend. And he could never turn down money.

He groaned and pulled his shirt off, using it to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Even with his hair up in a bun, sweat still managed to drip down into his eyes.

He really hated Florida sometimes.

"Are you in a gang?" Bucky's head snapped up in surprise at hearing a kid's voice.

A young boy stood on the other side of the motorcycle. His big brown eyes stared at Bucky curiously. There wasn't a sense of fear or worry about being so close to a stranger in them. Just idle curiosity.

"Where are your parents, kid?"

The young boy pointed to the house directly across the street from Bucky's. "My mom is making lunch right now. And my dad, well, he went to the store to buy milk. That was 4 years ago, so I think he might have gotten lost."

Bucky coughed, trying to hide the obvious shock that hit him. For a kid, he was very observant.

"We prefer to call it a club," Bucky chuckled. "We'd have to do a lot more illegal stuff to be considered a gang. I think we're pretty mild."

"Marcy said that my mom shouldn't move into our house because you and your gang sell drugs on the weekend."

"And what did your mom say about that?"

"She laughed and asked what kind of drugs you sell. She made a joke about brownies that Marcy didn't find amusing at all."

Bucky let out a loud laugh. Marcy had been a pain in his ass the day she started selling homes near his. She spread all sorts of rumors about him and his club to try and get the neighborhood to rally against him. Some days he'd be a pimp running an underground prostitution ring, and others he'd be a drug lord who kept sharks in his pool. It was ridiculous.

The locals knew The Winter Riders were a tame motorcycle club, though. They met at the VFW on Saturdays, played some pool and occasionally got rowdy if they had one too many drinks. Most of its members were veterans, and they didn't want to start any trouble if they didn't have to. Of course, they had been caught dealing a few beatings to well deserved men. Sometimes they'd get a little too handsy with the bar staff and needed a reminder on why they shouldn't do that. No one ever got arrested though; Bucky knew the right people down at the police department.

"Tyler, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?" You stood at the end of Bucky's driveway, your hands on your hips.

Tyler shrugged. "You said only to talk to strangers if they're a good person for you to have sex with."

Your eyes grew wide, and you could feel the embarrassment crashing down on you. Bucky bit his lip to keep himself from laughing and looked over at you. He raised his eyebrows in amusement, but you weren't looking at him. You were trying to look at anything but him.

"I said that as a joke!" You groaned. "Just. . .get inside. I have a surprise for you on the table!"

"Is it an Xbox?" Tyler gasped.

You gasped as well, keeping a huge smile on your face, and placed your hands on your knees so you were eye level with him. "No! It's your overdue homework that you need to turn in tomorrow!"

The smile on Tyler's face dropped, and he grumbled a quick goodbye to Bucky before storming off into the house. Your relationship with your son intrigued Bucky. You didn't seem upset by the sex candidate comment. Embarrassed, but not upset. Most parents wouldn't even let their kids know what sex was before the age of eighteen.

"Sorry about that," you apologized. "He and I have an open communication policy. I don't hide anything from him, and he doesn't hide anything from me. Apparently, that bites me in the ass sometimes."

"It's okay, really. He seems like a great kid."

Bucky used his shirt to wipe the grease from his hands and stood up. You eyed his shirtless body, trying not to make it obvious that you were loving the sight of his tattoos. He walked over to you and held his hand out, which you gladly shook.

"I'm James, by the way. Most of my friends call me Bucky." He flashed you a smile that had your heart stop in your chest.

Oh boy was he going to be trouble for you.

"Y/N. I don't have a nickname as interesting as yours," you said as you turned to head back to your house. "I should get back inside and make sure he's actually doing his homework. It was nice to meet you, Bucky."

"It was nice to meet you too."

Bucky smiled at the memory of meeting you and Tyler. He never would have expected that encounter to change his life. He couldn't even believe six years had passed since that day. Time sure did fly by.

"I knew you were going to be in our lives for a long time when mom came back smiling that day," Bucky continued. He glanced down at you, but you hid your face against his chest to keep him from seeing the cheesy smile on your face.

"There are a lot of moments that I appreciate, so I'm just going to list off the ones I enjoyed the most. One: the day you let me ride on the motorcycle with you. Two: the fishing trip with you, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Steve where you ended up tipping your canoe. Three: that one time I found the naughty video of you and mom, and you paid me not to tell anyone."

You jolted up and glared over at Bucky. You knew about the video - you had been the one to suggest you tape it - but you didn't know that Tyler stumbled upon it! Bucky's face turned red, and he kept his focus on the paper in his hands. He really didn't want to see the death glare you were giving him.

In his defense, you labelling it as a kid's show in hopes of disguising it was probably not the best idea.

"Four: the day you took me out for ice cream and asked for my permission to marry mom. And five: the day you punched my real-but-not-real father in the face."

Sam and Steve were sat on Bucky's couch, laughing about something that happened with Clint at the VFW last night. They hadn't gotten to the full story yet because they were laughing too hard. Whatever it was, Bucky hoped they got it on video. If it was as funny as they were making it seem, he wanted to see it for himself.

Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell going off repeatedly. Bucky sat up and tried to see who was at the door through the window but couldn't see anybody. When the doorbells went unanswered, the person on the other side began knocking.

"Just a sec! I'm coming!" Bucky shouted as he walked over to the door.

When he swung it open, his gaze fell to Tyler, who's chest was heaving up and down like he had just ran over here. His eyes were wide with terror. Bucky had never seen him like this before, and he suddenly felt terrified about what the kid was going to tell him.

"My," Tyler paused and tried to catch his breath, "My dad. My dad is here. He's fighting with my mom."

As soon as he said this, Bucky heard you shouting from your driveway. He couldn't make out what was being said, but he saw the way your ex was towering over you - trying to intimidate you. Anger bubbled inside of his chest. He was going to end up doing something he'd regret later, but it'd be worth it.

"You want us to come with you, Buck?" Steve asked as he helped Tyler through the door.

Bucky shook his head. "No. You and Sam watch Ty. I've got to take care of this myself."

He gave Tyler a comforting look before stomping down the driveway. As he got closer, he could finally hear what you two were yelling about.

"I have a right to see my kid, Y/N!" Brock shouted, pointing towards the house. He obviously didn't know Tyler already took off to Bucky's house.

You scoffed. "You haven't tried seeing him or speaking to him since he was a toddler! He doesn't even really know you! And in case you don't remember, you signed away your rights when you decided to move in with your eighteen-year-old secretary and realized you didn't want to pay child support!"

Brock shot his hand out and gripped onto your arm, eliciting a small whimper from you. His grip was so tight, you could feel his fingernails starting to break your skin.

"Do not talk to me like that again, you bitch. I deserve to see my son, and I don't care what I hav-"

His threat was cut off by Bucky slamming his fist into his jaw. You gasped. In the year that you had known Bucky, you had never seen him act violently towards anyone. It had caught you by surprise, but you didn't mind. Brock deserved getting socked in the face. He was a dick.

Bucky pulled Brock up by the collar of his shirt and pressed his back against his fancy SUV. You thought Brock was going to fight back, but he just stayed limp in Bucky's grip. You should have felt bad for him, or at the very least pretended to, but you didn't have the energy to muster up that much face emotion.

"Don't ever put your hands on her again, you got that?" Bucky growled. "She's told me enough about you, and I will not hesitate to knock your teeth out if I even see you look in her direction right now."

"But she-"

"Is a vital part of this town. As soon as everyone hears about what you did, you're never going to be welcome here again. So, do yourself a favor and get lost, pal. And don't come back. Tyler doesn't want you in his life, he's got a new family now, and you didn't make the cut to be in it."

Bucky shoved him backwards and stepped in front of you, making sure you were shielded if Brock tried anything stupid. He was probably trying to debate whether taking Bucky on would be worth it or not. Brock was just as fit as Bucky, but the look in Bucky's eye warned him not to try it.

You both watched in amusement as he scrambled into his SUV and took off down the road. Bucky turned to ask if you were okay, but he was cut off by your lips pressing against his.

You quickly pulled away and slapped your hand over your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that, but I-"

Bucky gently wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck and pulled your lips back onto his. You melted into the kiss almost instantly. He felt the little sigh you let out and knew you were okay with this. It had caught you both by surprise, but boy was it worth it.

That day changed your lives, literally, forever. You and Bucky started dating after that day, and Tyler had been in complete awe of him. He looked up to him. He constantly told other kid's in his class that Bucky was secretly a superhero who saved his mom.

Brock stayed away after that. You weren't sure what sparked his sudden interest in wanting to get to know Tyler, but the pit in your stomach when you saw him told you that it couldn't be for good reasons. You figured since it was around tax time, he was going to try and claim Tyler as a dependent to get more money. Tax fraud was something you wouldn't be surprised about him doing.

Bucky took a deep breath. He could already feel the lump in his throat starting to form. He didn't want to get emotional, but the kid knew how to pull at a man's heartstrings.

"You have been in my life for six years now and married to mom for three of those. You have spent those years showing me how a real dad treats his son. You're open and honest, even when I ask uncomfortable questions. Like that time I asked about the scars hidden under your tattoos. You never yell or hit me. You're only grumpy in the morning when you haven't had your cup of coffee. You also love me. You show it- you show it-" Bucky sniffled and covered his face with the letter. A few tears fell from his eyes as he let out a shaky breath.

Reading this was a lot harder than he expected it to be.

You smiled up at your husband and gave his shoulder a comforting rub. Tears were already prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you were trying to keep it together for him.

"You show it in more ways than one. You show it when you leave cool drawings in my lunch box. You show it by reminding me to put on my seatbelt or tighten the straps on my helmet, if we're riding the motorcycle. You always make sure to tell me you love me, too. You say that it's important for us guys to be comfortable with showing emotion, so you always make sure I know that."

Bucky reached over and pulled Tyler close to him. He placed a tender kiss on the top of his head before continuing with the letter.

"I'm running out of time and my teacher is glaring at me, so I think she knows I'm not doing my vocabulary work. Do you remember the time I first called you "dad"? It had been an accident, but I'm not sure if I wanted to take it back."

It was just a few days after Tyler's ninth birthday. You had been putting so much work into making sure it was perfect that you were still exhausted. Since it was your day off, Bucky offered to watch Tyler while you caught up on your sleep. You did not need to be told twice.

Tyler had gotten home from school and was working on his homework in the living room. Books were spread out over the coffee table, and Bucky occasionally heard a grumbled complaint from him about how stupid math was. He thought about explaining the importance of math but decided to stay quiet in fear of distracting him.

Tyler was too good at getting Bucky to rabbit trail and turn a five-minute story into a thirty minute one.

"What's the Py-thag-o-ree-in thee-o-rum?" He asked, looking up at Bucky in desperation.

"It helps you find the slanty edge, also called a hypotenuse, of a right-angled triangle," Bucky explained. "It's A squared plus B squared equals C squared."

"Oh. Okay! Thanks, dad."

The word made both of them  freeze in their spots. It had felt so natural to be called dad, but he never expected Tyler to actually say it. It wasn't a bad thing at all - just very unexpected.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I don't know why I said that. That was stupid."

Bucky shifted off of the couch and took a seat next to him on the floor. "Woah, hey, no. I don't want you to be sorry for that. I know me and your mom aren't married yet, but I consider you to be my son. You don't have to call me dad if you don't want to, but you can. I'm not going to get upset by that. You call me whatever you're comfortable with."

Tyler nodded slowly and returned to his homework. He didn't press on the issue anymore after that. Bucky knew that when the time was right, he could talk about it again. All he needed was a little bit of reassurance.

"I knew that day you were my real dad. I spent a lot of time talking to mom about it, and we both agreed that it was time to make it official. Will you adopt me?"

Bucky reread the last part more than once. His hands shook as he did, and he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing now. Tyler wanted to be adopted by him. He couldn't believe it.

You gently took the letter from his hands and placed it on the coffee table. You gestured him to open the box in his lap. No words felt good enough to say right now, so you stayed quiet, but your heart was bursting with joy.

Bucky opened the box and saw the stack of papers that were waiting for him. It was all the paperwork that was required to go through with the adoption. Everything was already filled out, though. All it needed was Bucky's signature.

He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, a strangled sob escaping his lips. Tyler looked over at you, worried that Bucky didn't want to do it, but you gave him a reassuring smile.

He's crying because he's happy, you mouthed to him. He nodded in understanding.

"C'mere," Bucky cried as he pulled Tyler into a bone-crushing hug. "Yes, yes I will adopt you. Are you kidding me? This is the best birthday present anyone could ever give me, kid."

And it was. It really, really was.

Marvel Tag: @killcomet

[h-hart]

The way to the royal “haven”

practice challenge ((I’ve combined all the prompts here haha))

“Okay, everyone. I’m off now!” I cry as I grab my bag from the counter.

“Wait, what? Lunch’s ready!” Mom says, before sticking her head out of the window and yelling “BOYS LUNCH!”

“I told you I’m going to a concert today.” I say as I watch my dad and brother walk into the house with their hands full of soil from farming.

“Well, when you said concert, I wasn’t expecting you to leave before lunch!” Mom replies, shooing me out of my way as she pushes her son and husband to wash their hands. “You can’t survive the day without lunch! Especially if you’re gonna scream your lungs out at the songs.”

“I will eat along the way.” I tell her. She puts the pot down on the table and turns around to look at me.

“Haven Hart. I will not have this behavior of yours. Yes, I know girls go crazy over a singer and will try to get there as early as possible to catch a glimpse of him or something. But you will not do that! Finish your lunch first.”

“But Mom! I’m 20 years old! I’m not a baby anymore!” I argue, glancing at the clock in annoyance. I’m gonna be late. My brother must have noticed my annoyance and urgency and he gives me a sympathetic look.

“What about,” Hardin begins as he helps Mom with setting the table. “You pack this delicious pasta into a paper box and let Haven take it to the concert so she can fangirl while she eats?”

I nod hurriedly in agreement and give my mom puppy eyes. She sighs.

“Fine, but since you made the suggestion, you’re packing her lunch.” She states as she slaps a paper box into his hands. He rolls his eyes and stuff some of the pasta into the box lamely. After doing so, he hands me the lunchbox and I give him a grateful smile. He rolls his eyes again, mouths you owe me and I give my parents a kiss on the cheek and run off.

Now, I’ve never been one to lie to my parents, so I didn’t. It’s just that when I said I’m going to a concert, it wasn’t exactly the big expensive pop concerts they imagined. It’s a formal concert at the Hudson Royal Concert Hall, where Angelo Hyson will be singing a collection of songs from different musicals for the entertainment of a rich couple’s anniversary. And I most certainly did not get invited to the party, I was there for Angelo.

Angelo.

I sigh happily as I whisper his name. Angelo has the most angelic voice. While I have never been a big fan of musicals and opera and all that, the moment I heard him sing Music of the Night, I fell. Hard. I was there with Hardin, delivering some of the produce to the kitchen and Angelo was rehearsing. And being the lover of dance I am, my body started swaying and moving accordingly. He caught me from across the room and he came to talk to me and bang. That was it. We fell in love.

After a 30-minute walk, I finally made it to the hall. I look around to see Angelo busy talking to some guy in a suit, so I decide that we can talk later.

Here’s another thing I didn’t tell my parents. I was also here to perform, to be Angelo’s dancer.

Why didn’t I tell them? Simple. I’m supposedly a farmer, a four. But Angelo and being a dancer, is a five.

Which is why I have to put on a mask while performing.

But I don’t care, because for the next hour or so. I would be surrounded by love - dancing and Angelo.

----

“Hey.” A voice whispers into my ear as I pack my bags after the performance. I smile at the voice and turn around to place my arms on his. He returns the smile and kisses me gently. “How’s my favorite dancer in the world?” I only smile in response and touch my lips against his again.

“I almost couldn’t get here in time!” I laugh as I fill him in with what happened. When I finish, I look at Angelo to see him frowning.

“What’s wrong?” I ask softly, hating to see him sad.

“Have you read the news?” He asks with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “It came out just now and I overheard some of the people talking about it. The prince just broke up with Evie.”

“Wait, what?” I reply with widened eyes. “But why?”

He shrugs in response.

“Well, okay. But you’re sad because the prince broke up with Evie?” I push, not understanding the whole situation.

“No.” He sighs as he pulls me into his arms. “It’s just that their sudden break up reminded me of how precious and lucky it is to be able to be with the person you’re in love with.”

I smile at his words and snuggle into him happily.

“Which is why I want to know if you’re truly truly happy with me.” He says after a slight hesitation. I widen my eyes and push away from him to look at him.

“Are you crazy?” I ask him. “I love you! I would do anything as long as it means I get to be with you.”

“But I’m a five. I can’t give you the life you’re having.” He reasons. I roll my eyes, having heard him say this a thousand times.

“We had this conversation last month! I thought I reassured you I don’t mind that.”

“Yes, but hearing you talk about hiding us from your parents…” He trails off with a frown on his cute and hot face. I place my hands on his face and stare into his eyes, searching for, I don’t know, something. But all I can see is love and pain. Pain at the thought of me having to be a five and not being able to tell my parents about us.

“Okay, well if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ll tell them.” I declare with a courage I never knew I had. But love gives you courage. “No, let’s tell them. Together. If we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together, we might as well do this together.”

“W-” He begins before he is interrupt by a kiss from his angel, me.

“Nope. you’re not gonna say another word on this. They are my parents. I call the shots.” I announce, getting up to grab my bag.

“N- now?”

“Yes, now. I’ve never been more sure of anything. Let’s go.”

----

And that’s how I made the second worst decision I’ve ever made in my entire life.

To say my parents disliked Angelo and I would be an understatement. My mother screamed and my dad almost beat Angelo up. When Angelo left to make it home before the curfew, the screaming did not die down. And that whole night my mom and I screamed at each other, my dad kicked the soil and my brother tried to stop him, only to get a yelling from my mother about how Hardin let “your sister go into a dark path, making the worst decision of her life.” I was thankful we own a farm and live in the middle of it, or else the neighbors would definitely think I murdered someone.

And so the night went into morning, with my mom yelling about how I’m being stubborn and stupid and not giving other boys a chance. And my dad banning the two of us from making any more deliveries, which Hardin managed to slip out of as he argued that he would never have to marry down. He also argued that we needed the money as our farm wasn’t doing too good and my parents didn’t have the time and energy to do the delivering.

Sometimes I wish I was a boy instead.

Oh and that early morning, a sleep-deprived me made the worst decision in my entire life. To show my mom that I really love Angelo, I made a snarky comment about how even if the Prince were to show up at our doorstep to ask for my hand in marriage, I would still choose Angelo. And my mom told me to prove it.

And then because I’m stubborn and thought I would never be that unlucky to get chosen, I applied for The Selection.

Fuck.

And then I got chosen to represent Hudson.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

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The rest became some sort of a blur to me. Thus, I shall be recapping the events that happened afterwards in pictures and short sentences. This is all still surreal to me.

The send-off:

It was a bit awkward, but hey, I played my part correctly and smoothly so there’s that. The Hart siblings took one last photo before I headed to the Selection.

Plane ride:

I put on a face mask right as I left Hudson, so I didn’t have to explain my weirdness.

I’m gonna miss my family so much. I changed into a nice pantsuit for the plane ride as I wanted to feel more comfortable. I was the last to arrive and was introduced to Brooke, Clara and Tavi. It was really hard to not talk to all those pretty girls, but I couldn’t. I told them I was sick and they became instantly concerned, with Clara cutely offering me some medicine. I declined politely.

I also used my phone to type out the things I want to say so I didn’t have to say them out loud in a weird voice. I missed my real voice. We chatted a bit, with me awkwardly writing things on my phone.

And did I mention they offered champagne on the plane???? Any other time, I would’ve grabbed one. Or two. Or more.

As the plane took off, Tavi, who was next to me, announced she was gonna listen to some music.

“Haven, would you like to join?” She asked me. I smiled and nodded.

“I do have a very mixed taste in music so you’re in for a treat.” She told me as she offered one of her earphones.

And then before I could stop myself. I winked. What. the. Hell. was. I. Doing.

Luckily no one seemed to notice.

Makeover:

That was the scariest and weirdest experience in my entire life. I have never had a makeover in my entire life. So, I simply dismissed them all and showed them pictures of Haven Hart, the prettiest farmer in Hudson, to prove to them that I can do the makeover to myself. And luckily, I got out of the interview, by once again telling them I’ve simply lost my voice.

But lemme just tell you, there were so many pretty and hot girls in the women's room. And wow, this must be a real heaven for the prince. Talking about a rebound, eh? Gotta take some points from him.

And finally, everything is over and I’m finally in the safety of my own room. I get out of the ridiculous dress, heels and makeup, before taking a long nice needed bath.

And then I take out my phone to call the only person in the world that I want to talk to right now.

h.hart

Oh, how I long to finally be able to be myself.

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((A mega shoutout to Pia, Simone and Kat for the lovely rp!! @brookelynnsanders​ @tavi-hayes​ @clara-choii​ THANKS!!))

[johannstutt413]

Originally, the only action during the sports events held at Rhodes Island’s event center was, well, the sports - Matoimaru’s soccer matches, Cuora’s baseball games, and the occasional competitions held by the Doctor for morale. However, since Durin brought her fellow Durin Myrtle home, she’d taken it upon herself to keep energy up with a few other high-spirited and mischievous Operators with a “pep squad” who went around doing mascot stunts, messing with audience members, and even doing cheer routines by splitting into two groups and each picking a side to root for, inevitably leading to sabotage between routines and “brawls” on the sidelines. It was amazing entertainment for those who didn’t enjoy sports, and it helped keep numbers up so the Doctor could justify to their sponsors keeping the game fields in good condition.

All that to explain why the Doctor was sitting with Durin watching a soccer game, cheering loudly as Myrtle’s group began their halftime shenanigans. “I really should thank you more often,” the Doctor beamed, handing Drowsy Dwarf herself a large container of popcorn.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled before downing the entire tub not too long after a few test scoops. “She’s so...peppy. It makes me tired looking at her.”

“Never change, Durin. Never change.” He gave her a couple pats on her shoulder and went back to watching the field in earnest.

-

The next day, Myrtle popped into the Doctor’s office. “Hey, Doctor. I’m here to hang out, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind? You? Never.” He gestured to the couch and empty desk in his office. “If you want to stick around, there’s plenty of space for you.”

“Great!” She bounced onto the couch, hands in her lap as if she was waiting for something to happen.

After a few minutes of watching her fidget and bounce on her couch, the Doctor clicked off his monitor and turned to face her. “You’ve got something on your mind, Myrtle. Lay it on me.”

“Oh! Yeah, I guess I do.” She gave him a serious look, the most serious he’d ever seen her. “Doctor, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

Myrtle spun her golden apple by its string. “I need you to get people to stop thinking of me as a little kid. I’m a fully-grown adult - even tall by Durin standards! - and as much as I like the candy, it’s annoying that they’re always trying to pat my head and tell me to behave.”

“Wow...They really do that?” He smiled and shook his head. “I’ll put it on the bulletin, and if it keeps happening, tell me so I can do something more drastic.”

“Thanks!...You believed me really quickly. I appreciate that.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? I know Durin aren’t as tall as some of the other races, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less of an adult.”

“I know, right?” She fell back onto the couch. “Finally, someone gets it!”

“Well, I spent a lot of time with Durin before you showed up. She was my assistant for awhile, actually.”

Myrtle chuckled. “That lazybones. She didn’t even come up with a cool name for herself, Doctor; what did she do as your assistant?”

“W-well...” He blushed. “I’ll admit, she didn’t do a lot of work. I just liked having her around.”

“Why isn’t she your assistant anymore?”

The Doctor sighed. “Too many interruptions. As we got more people, we had more interruptions, which meant she couldn’t sleep as much at the desk, so she quit. Been thinking about getting a replacement just so I’m less lonely in here.”

“Huh...I could do that.” Myrtle was now using her apple as a yo-yo. “I’m great at making people feel not-lonely!”

“That you are, that you are...You busy today?”

She shook her head. “Nope!”

“Well, then you start today.” He glanced at the clock. “We’ll eat lunch around noonish, so in the meantime...Just be you, I guess.”

“That’s it? You don’t have anything you want me to do? I mean, sure, Durin’s a napper, but I’d like to help you out, you know?”

The Doctor thought for a moment before shaking his head. “Maybe when we’ve gotten to know each other better.”

“Okey-dokey, Doctor.” Myrtle reclined on the couch. “...I think I’m gonna try taking a nap for once.”

“Huh. Well, have some good dreams for the both of us, kay?”

She laughed. “Will do!” And, not long thereafter, she was out like a light.

-

A few weeks later, and it was getting late. The work was practically non-existent; despite what he’d said about being busier, in reality, all he did was Human Resources and battlefield-level strategy, so it was only when other Operators had new complaints that he got to work proper...and so far, today was shaping up to be a rather unproductive one, if it weren’t for Myrtle being in the office to keep him company.

“-And then one of the Reunion guys with the crossbows popped a shot off at Hoshi, but the way her shield was spinning, it went flying off to the side, right into the goon Ch’en was fighting, and the guy just backed up and charged the guy he thought had shot him. We would’ve signed him on if he hadn’t gone back to dueling Ch’en after he was finished.”

“Wow.” She shook her head. “That’s crazy! And so was that guy, by the sound of it.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Well, not every Infected person has it as easy as me or, say, Schwarz. A lot of us end up with serious emotional, mental, or physical impediments. There’s a good chance that guy was driven to madness by his Infection.”

“Oh...I’m glad Durin and I aren’t infected, then.”

“Me, too,” he agreed. “Someone so cute shouldn’t- I mean-”

But it was too late. Myrtle looked at him from her perch on top of the couch, practicing her balance. “Did you just call me cute?”

“I did, but I didn’t mean, like, like a kid kind of cute, if that makes sense?”

“Uh-huh.” She shook her head. “Ah well, at least you said something now-”

He pounded his fist in the desk hard enough for her to jump. “I really didn’t! It’s just that I really like short girls.”

“...Eh?”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten mad like that.” The Doctor sighed. “It’s just so hard to explain that to some of the others, you know? They used to joke about me being Durin’s dad because we were together so often, and I cannot tell you how hard it got to keep myself under control. The teasing stopped when she got sick of waking up in the middle of her naps, so they didn’t see us together so often, but even at the baseball game yesterday, someone made a snarky comment. I just...anyway, it’s not your fault. All this started before you got here, anyway.”

Myrtle was quiet for a moment, watching him stare at his blank computer screen and absentmindedly twirl the mouse around, before smiling. “So you meant that like when people complain on TV shows about someone being ‘too young’ or ‘too beautiful to die,’ then?”

“I guess.”

“Huh.” She chuckled. “That’s kind of adorable, Doctor.”

He glanced back at her. “Thanks.”

“Aww, don’t be so grumpy. I mean it. It’s nice to hear that the Big Folk don’t all see us the same way.”

“Yeah...” The Doctor pushed back on his desk, launching himself backwards into the wall behind him. “It’s late enough to call it. I’m thinking of heading out early today.”

She frowned. “Are you sure? I thought this talk was going somewhere.”

“Going somewhere?...I don’t follow.”

“Well, you just said you think I’m cute,” Myrtle began explaining, swinging her legs on the couch, “and I wanna see what’s under that mask, so I was hoping you could come over here and show me.”

He shrugged. “If you wanna know, sure. It’s nothing special, I promise.” He walked over, pulled off his face protection, and approached the couch. “See?”

“No, hang on, get closer...I think you have something on your face.”

“I do? Where?” The Doctor got within arms’ reach of her, feeling around for anything that seemed out of the ordinary.

She giggled. “You’ve got to be messing with me, right? Come heeeeere.”

“Alright, but I don’t see what-” When he was finally in Myrtle’s strike zone, she made her move and kissed him on the cheek. “Wait, wait, what-”

“I told you there was something on your face, Doctor: my lip gloss.” She flashed him a dazzling, more than a little mischievous smile.

He stared at her. “I- You- What-”

“Are you serious?” Myrtle rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Do I just need to say it or what?”

“Please use words,” the Doctor replied, his hand tracing the faint trace of gloss on his cheek.

She sighed, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe Durin was right about carrying a megaphone so you Big People would hear me better. You have a thing for short girls, I’m a Durin who likes the idea of having a big strong man to bring home to Dad...are you following now?”

“I didn’t know the last part,” he mumbled, returning the embrace. “So you’re saying-”

“I’m saying that we can make it veeeery clear to the other Operators that I’m not your kid, is all.” She let go of his neck to hold his face with her hands, hoping that by looking him in the eyes he’d get the message fully.

Luckily for everyone involved, that was enough. “I wonder if anyone else here has thought about having their girlfriend work in their office.”

“If you weren’t the HR person, I’d just laugh at you.” Myrtle booped his nose with two fingers. “Right now, though? Let’s have some fun before we go home, huh?”

“On company time?”

She simply laughed as she tossed both of them off the couch. “No, Doctor, not RI time. Our time.”

[sunsetsover]

i'm so sorry about the election result, it's pure shite :( for headcanons/fics, god PLS do either mama highway coming back oR callum and lexi x

don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault :-( it’s david cameron’s fault.  he literally started this whole shit storm and now he’s pissed off somewhere meanwhile the rest of the country is fucked lmao danny dyer was RIGHT

i would love to talk abt mama highway tbh but i feel like in order to do the subject justice i’d have to really sit down and go back to see what callum/stuart/j*nno have said abt her in the past bc i remember little bits (like didn’t callum talk abt getting a valentine’s card from her last year? but then stuart told whitney that they hadn’t spoken to her in years? so did they retcon that out? idk i have Questions) but i probably don’t remember loads so maybe i’ll come back to her another time and do a proper post abt it. but i do really hope she comes into the picture at some point in the future bc i think it would provide some really good conflict for callum (like just imagine the undeniable anger he’d feel towards her for leaving him with j*nno vs his desire to have a mum and some semblance of his own family... trying to figure out if he wants her around and if can forgive her or if he even WANTS to forgive her... like what if callum wanted to forgive her but stuart wanted nothing to do with her and it caused a rift between them? there’s so much the writers could do w that and it would be so GOOD) and some much needed background/history for callum and stuart. like there’s so much missing there bc none of the highways have really spoken abt her or what happened at all so all we really know is that she left and has (assuming the valentine’s thing has been reconned) never really had anything to do w her sons... but like why did she leave? WHEN did she leave? did she go bc j*nno was an alcoholic and scumbag, or did her leaving make him like that? did she leave for good and basically have nothing to do with any of them, or was she still a mother to them initially? did she try to take them with her, or was she happy to leave them behind and live her own life? does she have other kids now? like??? there is SO much there and it would be so good to explore and it would be so much fun to write.... @ ee hire me

(also lmao i said i wasn’t gonna talk much abt her but look.... i just can’t help myself apparently)

but callum and lexi... god their relationship really is so sweet and i am especially emo abt it today.... i just think it’s so interesting how ben having a kid has never ONCE been a problem for callum like he embraced her straight away and is more than happy to be a part of lexi’s life and god yeah i just love them sm

here are some headcanons for ur enjoyment (i’m sorry i didn’t write u a fic but i do have a lot of callum/lexi in the fics i’m gonna be posting soon so i hope ur not too disappointed 🥺️):

callum is really nervous initially to spend time lexi outside of like normal everyday stuff - like taking her to school, for example, or being around during her bed time. it’s not that he doesn’t like her or doesn’t want to be there, he just doesn’t want to impose. and he worries that he is imposing by doing stuff like that, or maybe she didn’t actually want him there - or around at all - and is just too polite to say. ben assures him, when callum tells him that, that if lexi hadn’t wanted him around she would definitely not have a problem letting everyone know. callum had appreciated him saying that, but didn’t believe him until one day when he was stood in the school playground with ben waiting to pick her up, and she had burst out of the building and went straight for callum, eager to show him the picture she had drawn for him during lunch, when they’d been kept inside because of the weather. ‘oh that’s nice, innit?’ ben had said, feigning insult, ‘you draw a picture for callum, but you don’t draw one for your own dad?’

they bickered playfully while callum had just stared at the picture, a little bit confused as to what it was he was looking at, but appreciative of it all the same. it even had ‘to callum’ in spiky, childish letters written in the top corner.

he turns back into the conversation just in time to catch ben saying ‘no, you can hold callum’s hand if you like him so much’, to which lexi whines and tries to pull ben’s arms away from his chest where he’d crossed them tightly so she can take his hand. he caves a moment later, lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder and running off with her. a few other parents look over when they hear the commotion - lexi is half laughing, half screaming, and ben is tickling her sides, growling something that sounds like ‘you’re my baby, mine’ - but ben doesn’t even seem to notice. he just stops by the gate, looking back at callum, waiting for him to catch up.

the picture goes straight on his fridge as soon as he gets home. he doesn’t doubt what ben tells him about lexi ever again.

the first time callum and lexi spend proper time alone together, it’s the school holidays and ben is ill at home, and lexi is going a little stir crazy being stuck in the house, which really isn’t helping ben feel any better, but no one else can look after her bc they’re at work or out. so callum offers to take her out for a little while, get her out of ben’s hair so he can rest. he’s never seen ben so grateful.

they only go to the park, but lexi seems excited anyway - holds his hand on the way there without him having to ask, doesn’t wonder too far away from him. he pushes her on the swings for a little while then sits off a ways to watch her play with the other kids at the playground. 

at one point she trips and falls while running and callum absolutely freaks out bc she’s scraped up her knees and palms, but lexi bothered at all. she doesn’t even cry. in fact she’s already stood herself back up by the time callum gets to her, dusting the gravel off her raw knees and palms. she even makes to run off again - callum has to stop her so he can take her somewhere and get her cleaned up.

he’s still freaking out, so he takes her to the pub, figuring mick would know what to do. mick, much to his dismay, laughs when he sees the state callum is in about the whole thing (compared to lexi, who is very much over it), and pulls out a first aid kit for him to use. callum sits her on the bar, and lexi chats to mick about what they’d been doing as callum cleans the dirt off her scrapes, then slathers them in antiseptic cream and carefully puts plasters on both of her knees. he honestly thinks he’d been less stressed dealing with literal war wounds.

callum orders her a lemonade and a packet of crisps out of sheer guilt, which makes mick shoot him a look that screams ‘soft touch’ even as he pulls out a glass and starts filling it. then, as callum passes money to him across the bar, he can’t help but ask mick ‘what am i gonna tell ben and lola? they’re gonna kill me’. mick just laughs. ‘they’re not gonna kill ya. she tripped and scraped her knees, halfway; she’s a kid, these things happen.’ and then he’d passed him his change, and they’d both looked at her, drinking too fast through a straw, kicking her legs against the bar from her stool. ‘look at her,’ mick had said, ‘she’s absolutely fine, ain’t ya?’ and lexi had just smiled around her straw and nodded.

(for the record, ben and lola had not killed him when they had found out. in fact, lola had laughed nearly as hard as mick had when she’d seen how guilty he felt.)

less specific but lexi loving to sit on callum’s shoulders bc he’s so mf tall that she feels like a giant

lexi inviting him to come see her in her school play and callum getting embarrassingly emotional about it

callum being the ONLY ONE who can make her eat her vegetables........ like she will only willingly eat them if she knows callum has cooked them.... it’s actually a bit of a problem bc now she won’t ever eat vegetables anymore....

ben coming home to find lexi AND callum sat on the floor colouring, so immersed they don’t even realize he’s there

callum and lexi being the early risers in the house so most weekends they’ll end up sitting on the couch, sharing a blanket and watching cartoons in the morning while they wait for everyone else to get up

i could literally talk abt callum and lexi all day but i’ll stop there bc this post is long enough as it is but just know i Love Them

💖💖💖

[0225pm]

hello!!!!!

haven’t posted anything in a long while and i decided to post one tonight before i sleep bc i feel guilty for not updating farhan’s newspaper hahaha. i’m also waiting for my hair to dry a little so yeah kill two birds with one stone!

my eyes are super irritated now btw like the right eye esp wtf i kept rubbing at it bc it feels like there’s smth in my eye and i HATE rubbing my eyes bc it’ll give you wrinkles and break all the capillaries around your eyes causing dark circles like mine is alr dark enough i don’t need it to be any darker. like i think it’s bc of my contacts?? a sigh that i must change my lenses alr pls sponsor me bb degree 500/500 brown or grey lens i’m ok hahahaahahahah. ok so i will try to summarize today as fast and as short as i can even tho i like to type everything down in details so that future me and future farhan may be able to recall memories easier but das ok we gotta be quick

ok so today i called farhan around 230pm cus i had a feeling he slept quite late ytd since he was woken up from his sleep. and i thought 230pm ok la can la not too early not too late cus he has to shower and prep and come over to my area as well. after some calls he finally picked up and then it changed to a video call? he has been video calling me a lot these days like instead of the usual normal calls and i’m not complaining tbh hahahaha i actually love it cus i get to see his face even tho we’re not physically together but i look damn ugly ah so sometimes i’ll not put my face in the camera damn stupid i know cus it’s not like he hasn’t seen my face in its worst condition like back when my acne were literal cysts and he still stayed and didn’t leave but hahaha these kinda insecurities will take a looooooong time for it to go away one la hais anyway ok sorry back to the story of the day!!!

wtf sorry if the paragraphing is weird ah or if got long gaps cus i’m typing w my phone n idk why it’s not letting me like just down space once small little paragraph space but ok nvm let’s not bother about that lmao. ok so then i got ready and did my hair and i’m kinda regretting cutting bangs the other time cus my hair got used to the long fringe that now my bangs curl up if i don’t use hair straightener or if it got wet or if i sweat like it doesn’t stay straight down so sad. then picked out my outfit in my head but i was still wearing home clothes when he came over cus i thought i should wait before i change since we haven’t technically decided on where to go and i rly didn’t wanna sweat before we go out. then we laid in bed for a bit and farhan was being such a cranky old man i just wanna give him a loving punch but i didn’t ofc. then i changed and wore this super cute outfit with my windbreaker and i actually rly like what i wore wth like it’s cute ok but there he was judging my outfit 🙄 annoying pe hahahaha cus it was so hot out and for me to wear a wb like a bit crazy ah so we went out of the house n all then i forgot my damn mask again cb i cannot sia always forget nowadays like can they just lift the rules alr. so i went back to take and then i was like fak i cannot i gotta change into smth less hot bc it rly was so damn hot outside like it looks like it’s cloudy n was boutta rain but no sia so panas gila so i changed into this little ahpek blouse which tbh is one of my fav vintage blouse that i own. i like the fit of it it’s oversized but not too crazy oversized that it just looks weird. i asked farhan and he said it just looks like when someone had sex and then borrowed the man’s shirt to put on and i feel like wow that’s actually quite hot sia mcm give me a bit of an extra boost of confidence liddat lol but anyway ya besides the point.

then after that we went to tampines and had saap saap thai for our lunch. it was niceeee since we haven’t been there in a long while so the food was great at least imo la. but the chilli pedas gila but i think quite shiok ah. the soup if not spicy not nice or like still nice but not as nice if it’s not spicy. but i’m a noob so i put like hujung je the chilli hahahaha farhan put like half sia gila. we also had milk tea and green milk tea which was initially farhan’s but we swapped bc the milk tea was too sweet for me. then after that we went to nine fresh!!!! my top fav bbt shop currently bc of the rly interesting toppings u can put. i think next time i wanna buy 0% ah cus i feel like the 25% like quite sweet sia idk why or maybe it’s bc the toppings alr sweet so when it’s mixed it feels like there’s double the sweetness. then after that we went to this korea mart. shine korea i think but wtf i feel like the shine korea like....... idk sia they don’t have a lot of variety and they don’t sell loose packs like how i feel most korea mart actually sell loose packs of instant noodles. i still like the one at bedok maybe next time i’ll head there to buy the items i need and cook smth for farhan 😂 even tho it’s just instant noodles but i learned a recipe on how to enhance the noodles and make it taste professional looooool so i rly wanna try making that for us to eat next time. oh and i’m so happy that farhan enjoys my wrap!!!!! this would be a story for another day.

then after that decided to head back since there weren’t anymore korea marts around. i had to withdraw some money for my mom first so we did that then walked back to where he parked his bike. then upon reaching home we just rested up for a bit. watched some videos and all. and i just wanted to sleep idk why when i’m laying on his chest or like shoulder i feel sooo comfy i legit just wanna sleep. but as time kept ticking we decided to head outside to lepak since we’re not married yet perhaps he felt like it isn’t good or nice of him to stay in the house till late but idk i think my dad was kinda distracted with soccer to even care much today so i felt like we could have stayed longer if we wanted to and omg leh my stomach rly said hello go berak so many times to me today walao i think 3 times? but good la hais i’m so constipated sia my bowel movements damn irregular annoying sia and unhealthy hais. then when we were outside it started pouring!!!! at first not so heavy but it got heavier throughout and it felt so nice!! and i know farhan can’t do this often but he stayed till like 5am before he left and it just brings back that memories of when he would stay till late just to keep my company and spend more time with me.

sobsssss i miss him alr 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i forgot to wish him happy monthsary before he left and he just wished me now as i’m typing this i want to reply him so i’m just gonna end the post here okay hehe goodnight!!