#like remember the 1k+ paper lunch bag thing??

[girlbob-boypants]

Never getting over the Mourn Watch Gucci Potato Sack mage outfit. That's the best thing ever for being so goofy.

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Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The one where they tell everyone some big news.

Warnings: fluff, humour, pregnancy, brief mentions of a breakup but it's a joke

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

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Dick had never known fear like this in his life. It had been eating away at him for over a month now, invading his every thought, his every dream. Everywhere he looked, there it was, almost as if it were taunting him.

And you were absolutely no help at all. You laughed at his pain, giggling under your breath every time he would lay in bed to sing his woes to you. “Why don't you just call them? It doesn't have to be such a big deal.”

“It is a big deal!” Dick whined into your neck. He was laying on his front, his broad chest pressed to your ribs carefully, over-aware of not putting any pressure on your stomach. “This is a huge deal! It's world changing! I don't see how you aren't freaking out over this too.”

You gently scratched his scalp, messing up his back hair. “I know it's big Dickie, remember we had a good cry about it together. But your family will love you no matter what and I bet they'll be even more excited than we are.” He hummed against your skin, nuzzling even further into your hold.

“I mean mom has been dropping hints for a while.” You smiled and laid a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know babe, we have lunch every week.” 

—————

“What are you doing here Grayson?” Damian stood with his arms crossed as he blocked his older brother from entering the house.

“Can't I visit my family?” He chuckled, pushing past the small boy easily. Damian trailed behind him, green eyes fixated on the large duffle bag hanging over his shoulder. 

“Not without your girlfriend. Have you broken up?” He asked bluntly. Dick scoffed in return. 

“No. She's at work right now.” As they entered Bruce's office, Dick opened up the elevator to the cave, knowing mostly everyone would be down there as evening began to fall over Gotham.

“Why the bag then?” He poked the dark canvas almost resentfully. 

“Be patient baby bird. All good things come to those who wait.” They stepped into the elevator side-by-side, Dick shifting the bag to his other shoulder so Damian wouldn't be tempted to try and open it. Damian just glared at him for that.

The doors opened to reveal his family all dressed for a 'night out'. His mother saw him first, visibly lighting up as she spotted him. “Little bird! We weren't expecting you tonight!” Immediately she abandoned her husband in favour of coddling her eldest. 

The others scoffed as she fussed over him even though she did the same for them. “Well I thought I would drop by and drop off some presents from Dove and I.” 

Jason's head popped up from behind his bike, a smear of grease on his pale cheek indicating that he was once again tinkering with the motorcycle. “Presents?”

Dick smirked, of course that got his attention. ”Yes, presents. So c'mon, gather up.” Soon he was surrounded by his family, each with a very different emotion on their face. Bruce was suspicious, Tim was almost disinterested, Jason excited, Damian annoyed and his mother curious but with a knowing gleam in her eye.

Quickly, he pulled out five small and horribly wrapped gifts and distributed them to the group. “Now with these gifts, you're gonna have to give them back in a few months but I doubt you'll have any trouble doing that.” 

“Chum, what do you have planned?” Bruce raised a greying brow at him but Dick just shrugged.

“Just open the damn presents.” He whipped out his phone to record their reactions.

Of course his mother was the first to get it, squealing with delight as the small onesie with 'Nana is my favourite superhero' embroidered on it was pulled from the wrapping paper. Then it was Jason who held the black onesie with the iconic red bat on the front like his uniform. He just smiled, his hands tightening on the delicate fabric, only just holding back tears of happiness.

Then it was Bruce. Excitement seemed to explode around him as he gave a belly laugh that Dick had only heard once or twice in his life, showing his wife the Batman onesie in his present. Tim realised a moment after his father, his eyes going wide as he pulled out a Red Robin version of the baby outfit.

And finally, Dick turned the camera on his youngest brother who was stock still and almost glaring at the fabric that was adorned with his moniker. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose twitched like a bunny's. “Why did you buy this for me? It is far too small for me to wear.” 

“It isn't for you really, it's for someone else.” That seemed to anger the young Robin even more.

“Then why did you say it was a present for me?” He snapped but Dick simply chuckled.

“Well, I'm giving it to you now so you can give it to your niece in 4 months.” His mother and father gasped as Jason gave a hearty 'fuck yeah!'. 

“Niece?” His voice was softer now but still held some confusion in his tone. Dick handed his phone to Tim who kept recording, as Dick kneeled to be level with his brother.

“Yeah Damian, your niece. Dove and I are having a baby. A little girl to be exact.” He placed a huge hand on his small shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “The onsie is for her when she's born.”

His mouth closed slowly before opening once more. “I'm going to be an uncle?” Dick nodded. “And it's a girl?” His smile was Damian's answer.

He looked back down at his hands, a small smile growing on his face. “I guess that's acceptable.” Dick tugged him in for a quick hug before he was forcefully ripped away and pulled into his mom and dad's arms. Jason and Tim quickly joined in, equally as excited.

But then Damian got a strange look on his face. “Father, where do babies come from?”

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⟿ Tsukishima x gn reader ; fluff , supposed to be for his bday, anw it’s better late than never 

Tsukishima knows many hate him.

As if they are being discreet about it. The sharp gazes, hushed whispers, and being left out during group activities. 

He doesn’t care. Well, that’s what he thinks. He’s fond of being alone, away from silly small talks that take up a portion of his precious time. He’s never good at communication to begin with. His attitude is kinda shitty, something he’s much aware of. And to be someone who lacks the ability to socialize and express kindness oftentimes, he’ll surely end up taking lunch by himself.

He’s fine.

Or sometimes not.

Not when he sees a group of friends laughing about little things, silly small talks he hopes he could be part of. Spend the night with friends rambling about an awful movie. Or sleepovers where his insomnia could take advantage of, he even has a dino onesie prepared for such an occasion but no one has gone to invite him.

So he gets home earlier than others yet the light on his room stays past midnight.

“There’s this new ramen shop near your uni,” his brother told one night, “you could bring your friends there after class,” he suggests, handing a flyer to Tsukishima.

Tsukki only nods, reading the content. They are offering a promo if you order a food combo for at least 5 people. Buy 4 bowls get 1 free. The menu’s pretty nice too. He’d like to go though he’s sure he’ll only end up bringing himself and miss the discount. He folds the paper that will only probably be kept in his drawer. 

Making friends in college wasn’t listed atop his goals. Study, get a job, and make a living out of that degree. It’s a simple agenda. Being part of a social network wasn’t in his hierarchy of needs, befriending people is the least idea he’d like to indulge in. 

But walking alone along the chatter-filled hallways feels heavy on his feet somehow.

Tsukishima knows he’s flawed. Who else isn’t? He is snobbish, arrogant, lacks the ability to comprehend well with emotions and more he could enumerate. He is well aware of everything that makes him less.

He isn’t likable. 

And he never tried to make people like him.

Today is his birthday. 

Fortunately, his family loves celebrating parties and Yamaguchi never forgets the occasion. In these moments, Tsukishima feels lucky having them by his side or else he’ll spend the day as ordinary as others.

Looking back, he remembers his seventh birthday. Scrambling dinosaur-themed invitations, shades of forest green envelopes with dino doodles he drew himself, and the hard-worked letter of his own handwriting placed inside. He kept it in his backpack, organized, and counted them thrice to make sure everyone gets an invite. He feels bad if someone gets left out.

Lunch break, Tsukki tried but his voice was too quiet for them to hear. And after class, he almost did but took a step back once he felt shyness creeping in. He wanted to, but his worries got ahead of him. His classmates have already made plans, he doesn’t want to push himself and possibly ruin the belongingness they have.

So he goes home, alone, and all the invites are still in his bag. 

He’s no longer a kid starting today. His calendar is marked, a note pinned on the side motivating him to go finally make friends. Tsukishima takes a deep breath, opening his drawer where the flyer of the new ramen shop was kept. Maybe he’ll ask around if they want to join him or if they want to try out the new restaurant. He tries a few sentences.

‘So there’s this new ramen shop, maybe we could try it out’ too casual. ‘We should go grab a ramen after class’ it sounds demanding.

Tsukishima sighs, he’s never been good at starting conversations.

Classes went smoothly and dismissal came early. He looks around, contemplating if he really should do this. He can spend his birthday alone, it isn’t a big deal. Or maybe he’s gone deeply into solitude and has no hope of interacting again. Guess he’ll just have to go home and hope his brother hasn’t eaten his cake yet which is a questionable hypothesis by now.

“Happy birthday”

Birthday, who’s happy?—the gears of his brain stopped. Maybe someone must have made a mistake talking to him. He turned his head immediately and didn’t expect that someone to be you.

“To me?”

“To you” you nodded, smiling, “happy birthday to you, well if my memory serves me right”

There’s a second of silence before Tsukishima catches up, “thanks,” he replies a little unsure of how dry it is.

But you smile and he wasn’t as nervous as before.

“But how?” he immediately questions, eyebrows furrowed.

“Remember when our prof who loves astrology asked everyone’s birthdates during her class orientation?”

He nods at that, also amazed how you remembered the details even including about him. Tsukishima never pays attention to most things that don’t directly involve him but he noticed you quite a lot of times. You were the first person who asked him to be your partner for a project, offered him candies during lectures and gave him notes that one rare day he got sick and could not attend class.

“Just wanna greet you and uhm,” you turn around noticing many students have left, “I really should not keep you longer, hope you enjoy your day” 

Maybe he wasn’t really a talker, you think. Tsukishima always seem a galaxy away, yet in his mind is a universe simply waiting to be explored. So you took a short bow and headed to leave, a little shy of the awkward talk. Also questioning your decisions today.

And Tsukki mentally slaps himself for failing to converse well enough. Yet he knows it took you a large amount of courage to approach him, and that alone makes his heart warm. Before you could go, Tsukki clears his throat and gathered will to speak out your name. He wasn’t sure if it’s ok or if he did pronounce your name right. 

But you turned and faced him with a smile on your face he wasn’t sure he deserve. 

Tsukki takes out the ramen shop flyer from his pocket which has become a bit crumpled by now. He’s never good at starting conversations, or making friends, or being close to anyone. But he takes a step closer, and you felt pulled as a tide drawn to him and he was no longer as distant as the moon. 

“I was wondering,” he mutters, “what do you think of having ramen after class?”

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For @one-more-offbeat-anthem 's 1k follower celebration. The prompt was "sickfics" and I've never written a sickfic in my life so, naturally, I adapted a scene from one of my comfort movies (Fever Pitch, 2005). HUGE congrats on your milestone love!!!

read on ao3 or below (1.5k words)

Castiel should've known better than to listen to his brother regarding food. They have wildly different palates, and why he agreed to accompany Gabriel to lunch at some newly-opened new-age restaurant with barely any reviews, he'll never know. He wasn't thinking.

He could think even less that night, hunched over the toilet with food poisoning while his date knocked on his apartment door.

As soon as he could, Castiel scrambled to his feet and wobbled over to open it, his over-excitable golden retriever on his heels. Dean stood there in a nice leather jacket, all dapper and first-date-ready with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it broke Castiel's heart to have to tell him:

"I'm sick."

He was sure it was evident in his eyes, death breath, hair sticking out in all directions from holding his head above the toilet, but he said it anyway.

"I'm really sick, I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow."

Castiel went to close the door, but Dean took a cautious step, bouquet forgotten at his side. "Sick how? You in pain? Do you need anything?"

"I just-" Castiel swallowed forcefully. "I ate at this new restaurant and-"

Just thinking about it made him run to the bathroom again, and he almost didn't make it on time. He barely registered Dean, still at the doorway, say something about Castiel (Cas, he called him) not needing to fake it if he didn't want to go out with him. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Castiel (still puking) thought that was that. He blew it with the handsome schoolteacher, all thanks to his brother's awful culinary taste.

His dog's wasn't so far behind. "Honey, please don't eat that," he reprimanded her, failing to shoo her out of the bathroom.

When he felt he was done, for the time being at least, he tried to stand. He was weak, and for a second he thought he might split his head open on the toilet seat, but then Dean was there, hands on his waist, helping him up. "I got you," said Dean, over and over again, and Castiel believed him.

Dean helped him to his bed where he tried to sit him down, but Castiel must've been weaker than he thought. He flopped backward, and then Dean cautiously lifted his head and placed a pillow underneath.

"Thank you."

"Got some more comfortable clothes? Something to sleep in?"

It's then Cas remembered he was already dressed for the date, slacks and a white button-up (probably grossly stained, he hated to think), and pointed Dean to a drawer.

A second later Dean was gently hoisting him back to his feet, strong hands at his sides, saying "Here, I'll help you change. Promise I won't look. Too much, I won't look too much."

And that actually made Castiel chuckle.

Dean unbuckled and took off his slacks first, replacing them with sweatpants. It was a slow, quiet process, and Dean only spoke up after he'd taken off Castiel's tie and shirt. "Alright, I gotta be honest, I'm looking. Sorry, Cas."

Cas couldn't help another chuckle. Dean was incredibly respectful through it all, careful not to touch any skin unless he had to, which was mostly to keep Cas from falling over. He slipped a t-shirt onto him and laid Cas back down on the bed, this time with his head where it was supposed to be. That's when things started to blur, when his head hit the pillow.

"I don't think there's anything left in there, but just in case..."

Cas, through hazy vision, noticed Dean putting his empty hamper next to the bed. He thanked him, repeatedly. Cas isn't sure how many times he said it, over and over again, thank you.

"Hey, no, you just get some rest," was the last thing Cas heard Dean say before he was out like a light.

Cas suspects he briefly regained consciousness three times during that night.

The first time, he's sure of. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly coaxing him awake. "Here," Dean said softly, placing a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it on the nightstand. "Drink this if you can, alright? Get your strength back." Cas nodded and fell back asleep.

The second time was more questionable, and he only knows it was real because he saw the results of it in the morning. He slowly awoke on his own and saw Dean in his bathroom across from his bedroom door, wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing away at the toilet with a sponge. Cas tried to stop him, tell him no, please, you don't have to do that, really, but couldn't help sleep drag him back down before he could get the words out.

The third time is the most unbelievable. Borderline fantastical. If it was real, he might just have to marry this guy.

Cas thinks he saw Dean brushing Honey's teeth.

Out of everything that happened the night before, that is all he can think about as he steps out of the shower in the morning. He plans to call Dean, send a fruit basket to his school, invite him on the best date of his life to repay him for all he did, and ask him. It's going to sound ridiculous, did you brush my dog's teeth or did I hallucinate that, and Dean will probably turn down his invite. If not for the hell he went through that night, then for Cas being insane.

And then Cas finds Dean asleep on his couch, Honey snuggled into his side. And yeah, he's probably going to marry this guy. This schoolteacher who happened to pick him and his office as a field trip destination for his math kids. This adorable guy that came back later that same day, thanked him for getting through to the kids (which Cas didn't think he had, but he digresses), and then asked him out. This unbelievably sweet guy that Cas initially rejected, god knows why, but then called at his school and left a message for, Saturday at seven, here's my address, because he couldn't get him off his mind. This caring, thoughtful, heaven-sent guy who showed up with flowers, now in a vase on his dining table, found Cas with food poisoning and proceeded to take care of him, his dog, and his apartment the rest of the night.

Before Cas can think about marrying him again (which he was going to, the hopeless romantic), Honey startles and jumps off the couch, waking Dean. Cas doesn't move, just watches as Dean sits up, notices him, then sits up straighter.

"Hey! Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He put products in his hair for the date, Cas notices, because it's now stiffly and adorably messed up.

"Much better. I won't be entering any pie-eating contests any time soon, though."

"Too bad. That was my next date idea."

Cas smiles, the words next date making his heart flutter in his ribcage. His question pops back into his mind.

"Did you, um..." Don't ask about the dog, he'll think you're crazy. He decides to go with "Did you clean my bathroom last night?" even though he knows the answer.

"Me? No."

Well. Cas thought he knew the answer. Probably dreamed it too. But then who-

"The vomit elves came in," Dean continues. "Real cute. Little hats, miniature vomit bags, adorable. Efficient too."

Cas is stuck somewhere between smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, and shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Did the elves brush Honey's teeth too?"

"Oh no, that one was me."

And that has Cas laughing in earnest. At the sound of her name, Honey came bouncing back, settling next to Dean on the couch.

"Not letting the little bastards take credit for that one. This sweetheart loves me, and I earned that myself," Dean says, scratching Honey between her ears, enraptured.

"Dean, thank you." At that, Dean looks up. "Thank you. You could've just left, but you chose to stay. And you went above and beyond. Thank you."

Dean looks away and stands, trying to play it off with a wave of his hand. "Nah, it was nothing."

"It was everything," Cas says stepping forward, placing a beckoning hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean finally looks at him with a barely-there smile and a gaze that wants to escape, but he fights for it to stay on Castiel's face. Cas is glad he does, because he needs Dean to see, understand, how grateful he is.

"I uh... I got you these." Dean reaches for a paper bag on the coffee table, and that's when Cas takes his hand off his shoulder. "Some movies."

"Such as?"

"Mostly anime porn," Dean says, and Cas is doing it again, the chuckling/eye roll/head shake combo. "And some stuff I like to watch when I'm not doing great."

"Well, for me that would be documentaries."

"Wait." Dean blinks. "What? What did you say?"

"Documentaries. Preferably environmental, or perhaps historical in nature."

"No way, you're not gonna believe this," Dean says, a bit too much surprise on his face. "This is insane dude, check this out..."

He reaches into the bag, and Cas half believes he's about to pull out a copy of Disney's Earth. He's delighted to be wrong.

"Roadhouse."

Cas laughs again, and the beaming smile on Dean's face is what convinces him. He is definitely going to marry this guy.

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Super excited for this event! Congratulations on 1k 🎉🎉 If it’s still available, could I get Fluff #2 with sweet bby Kirishima??

“i’d do anything for you”

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female reader

cw: fluff, language, kissing mwah, reader being a dumb unaware brat 

word count: ​1900+

a/n: umm i don’t think this is that good, i feel like it could be better but i have no capability of making it better whoops 

summary: in which kirishima helps you throughout the day and you finally ask him why he’s always so nice to you, gaining a response you’d never had expected

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Kirishima was always so soft with you, opening doors and holding your books whenever he saw you. But nobody would ever think he had ulterior motives; he was like this with every girl he met. Wrong. There was always a reason behind this, the way his fingers would skim your back as you entered the room or the way he’s able to clasp your fingers for a short moment as he helped you with your books.

But who would think any of this would be a reason for his crush, who would assume he wasn’t just living up to his manly expectation of helping girls in general. You did, you saw past it all, saw the way he’d tense up as you entered, saw the way that his eyes roamed your body as he hid it with your tie being crooked. You always watched his actions and motions, the difference in tone and gestures with other girls, the way Ururaka once tripped on her shoelace and even though he was the closest person next to her. He was the last to come and see she was okay, how when you had nearly fallen over Mina’s bag on the way to the kitchen. He would come from the other end of the room to catch your fall.

Kirishima had ulterior motives and you were going to find out the reason for it.

Maybe it was stupid to go all detective, maybe he was just genuinely unaware that Ururaka had fell. But in the back of your mind you knew there was another reason, was he the traitor trying to get closer to you. Was he trying to use you to turn on the heroes, there was no other way to find out but spend your Saturday with the dyed haired boy.

“Kiri come get the supplies with me for the festival today.” You giddily spoke at breakfast, the way he dropped his spoon into his cereal as milk splashed to the sides, his mouth agape at your words. “Kirishima?”

“Huh, yeah…yes I..I’d love to go out with you today.” His toothy grin was evident as you happily smiled at the boy, he was too eager as if he was the one who had already planned this out.

He continued eating as he met your eye a couple times, handing you some water afterwards as he gave another smile. “Where do you need to go?”

“I was thinking about that craft shop half an hour away and then some lunch, it’ll be fun.” He nodded without even a question as you both left your separate ways. Your eyes fixated on him as the elevator doors closed, he was too eager, you knew it, there was no other reason for him to want to spend a whole day with you if it weren’t for your quirk.

You quickly changed clothes as you went back down the elevator, waiting for Kirishima to come from his room. You needed a plan of action; you wanted this day to be quick but as soon as you saw him walk through the elevator all cheerly. You felt a different emotion, a new feeling as his hair had become spiked up, his hoodie covering him as his hands still rough and calloused where put out for you to take.

“Y/n.” His hand was still out as you stared at it before you shook your head gaining some ability to speak.

You took it feeling a surge of electricity which you hadn’t felt ever in your life, was this from him, was he doing this to you. “Sorry…”

He didn’t question it already dragging you outside, “I heard from Denki that there’s this amazing Chinese restaurant, I know you love dumplings.”

Your eyes widened at his memory, he remembered something as trivial as that. There was no motive in remembering something like that, so why had he remembered it. “That sounds fun, we’ll be carrying a shit ton of stuff with us.”

“I’ll be carrying it, can’t have a pretty girl carrying crap.” He looked at how you squeezed his hand, the way your breath became quicker in a matter of seconds, you truly had no idea what the hell was going on.

The mid-autumn weather makes you feel excruciatingly hot for some reason, walking alongside the pavement, hand in hand like a couple would. That wasn’t the aim of this, your aim was to find out why Kirishima was so nice to you, nicer than he was to any other girl. Maybe you were unaware, maybe your mind had been put on the hero course and studying and becoming a hero that new feelings had always just been swept away.

But at the tense look Kirishima gave to you as the long half an hour walk occurred. He spoke about his day about how he planned to visit his parents tomorrow, normal, he was normal. “What about you?”

“Mina asked me if I could help her change her hero costume, she was more excited about it.” You mocked knowing that excitement was an under exaggeration.

He chuckled lightly as the stroll through the city became more comfortable, “aww you gonna be her model.”

“Haha you wish, she likes my costume and wants my input.” You say not looking at him, he had tried to make eye contact, but you had been unable to due to fear or another emotion you could not put your finger on.

He came closer as your arms were now brushing beside one another, “your costume is pretty.”

“Really?”

He nods as you both finally see the doors of the craft store, “yeah…” he scratches the back of his head, “ever since I first saw you in it I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

It was cliché but the way he spoke it out with such love for you and all you could see; all you could think was how he had noticed you from the beginning. The unknown emotion ran through you as you finally spoke, “let’s go inside.”

You didn’t say anything else letting go of his hands as you looked at the list Midoriya had written up for the festival. “You take half and I’ll take the other half.” You ripped the paper in two, passing him the paper before leaving him.

Kirishima would never understand what went through your head, he walked towards the other end. Thinking about the day, how your actions never showed your clear true feelings, how you held his hand but at the sign of him flirting you got quiet. He didn’t understand you and it made him grow even more impatient, having spoken to Bakugo about his feelings and being called a dumbass for keeping it all inside. He had to confess; it was his only option.

Scouring through the rest of the list, the ability to easily find everything seemed trivial. Kirishima started to wonder where you had gotten off too, having not seen you at all and both having plenty to get.

You hadn’t bothered thinking about Kirishima as you grabbed the stuff needed, finding yourself on the last item. You were looking at the different glitter pens that Mina had wanted to use on the class's faces, you flicked through the different colours before feeling a figure behind you.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on your own.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to see a man you didn’t recognise, probably some worthless guy who thought hitting on girls would actually get him a girlfriend.

“I’m not.” You mutter as much as you didn’t quite understand Kirishima’s motives; you always had him to back you up if something occurred.

The man looked down putting his finger out to touch your cheek, you grabbed his wrist before he could try anything. “You got a strong grip for a girl, I bet you’d be good in bed.” You didn’t bother with the comment but could see the redhead in your eyeline.

You wanted to test something out, see if he’d comply with his motives, not activating your quirk. You loosened your grip on the man’s wrist as he brought his other hand to grab your throat. He wasn’t some quirk less human; he had a quirk you could sense it but as he licked him up about to put his slobbering lips on you. You heard Kirishima shout out dropping the items and charging to you both.

It wasn’t a shout you could even process as you felt the man get punched to the other end of the aisle, the way his eyes went down in one punch by Kirishima’s hardened arm. He looked down at you instantly grabbing you as he looked at you in confusion, “you could’ve protected yourself.”

He always had faith in you, always knew that you could protect yourself. So what had changed, “why?”

It was a cry as he stared at your body on the ground, other store members having seen the scene calling the police over the incident. Kirishima knowing you both would have to get out of the store, leaving the stuff he took you up. Feeling your body against him as you walked out with him you were mumble crap he could barely understand.

“Y/n what happened?” He placed you on a bench as you looked up at the bright sky, the clear blue sky with nothing coming down towards you, no clouds or birds. Nothing, “Y/n.”

“Why do you treat me differently?” He couldn’t comprehend the question, the way he took a seat beside you as his arm rested behind your neck.

He turned to meet your eyes as he stared at your body, the way you stared up at the sky as if that was the only enticing thing you could see. “I don’t und…”

“You…you treat me differently, I know what you do, I see it you don’t act like this with any other girl and if…” You trailed off as you finally moved to face him, “and if you’re the traitor then just kill me now.”

“Trai…Y/n I’m not the traitor…” He paused as he spoke comfort to you, “…I’d do anything for you.”

You scowled back as you became frustrated, “Why? I mean nothing to you.”

“I’m fucking in love with you.” Your eyes widen as your stupidity and realisation came through. The feeling you couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t understand, believing it to be fear when in reality it was love. “I shouldn’t have said that”

You saw him turn away but grabbing his hoodie as you pulled him closer to your body, you stared at him, looked down at his lips as you closed your eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Trailing off you leaned forwards as he copied you, lips finally meeting together. You understood the love you had for him, that the emotion you had been so worried about was something else unknown. Maybe being in the hero course had made you see the worst in people, believe that nobody could ever love you. But here you were with his hands on the back of your neck, kissing you with such passion as your hands remained on his chest.

Heavy breathes as you finally ended the kiss, the way his eyes stared into your own. His hand moved to your cheek as he looked at you softly, “I love you Eijiro.”

It was barely a whisper, but he caught it, eyes widening as he gave you another much slower kiss, filled with love of the future ahead. You finally understood the motives of Kirishima’s kindness, it wasn’t out of malice it was of wanting to have you call him yours forever.

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six | m. atsumu

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words: 1,098 (my first 1k fic!)

summary: the five times atsumu didn’t realize he was in love with you, and the one time he finally got it through his thick skull.

six ;

“atsumu-san,” you called out to him once practice was done. “i heard kita-san saying that you weren’t feeling well, so i snuck out earlier to get you these!”

handing him a paper bag, you gave him a smile before running off to class. “get well soon, i don’t think i can hold off those fan girls of yours without you around.”

curious, atsumu peeked into the bag to see a note that said ‘get well soon, golden boy!’ along with medicine, packed lunch, and a bottle of vitamin c juice.

“maybe i should get sick more if it means she babies like this,” he smirked to himself as he tucked the little note into his wallet for safekeeping, heart warm with your sweet gesture.

five  ;

“you gotta stop being a little shit,” you huffed as you dabbed disinfectant on atsumu’s forehead. “it’s normal to have off days, you know.” 

he hissed a little when you pressed on his wound a little too hard. “every single set was fuckin’ perfect and y’know it, that bastard’s just shit at what he does.”

you just hummed, gently angling atsumu’s head to check if you’ve missed any scratches. “i know, i saw it. but that’s still no excuse to say the things you did.”

atsumu was about to say something, but when his eyes flickered to you, the words just died down his throat. you were mere inches away from his face, atsumu could feel your soft breath against his skin as your eyes took him in. 

when did you get this close?

the setting sun bathed you in its golden rays, making it seem that you were glowing, making you all pretty like an angel. your brows were knit as you inspected his face, and for some reason he wanted to kiss you on the forehead to make you relax. 

surprised with his own thoughts, atsumu felt his cheeks heat up. 

since when did he start thinking that way?

four ;

“you’re burnin’ holes at the back of her head”

atsumu scoffed, gaze still trained on you. “shut up, dipshit. just wanted to see who the shmuck she’s talkin’ to.”

“maybe it’s her classmate? quit starin’ and just finish strechin’, i wanna go home already.” osamu grumbled before switching to stretch his right leg.

watching you laugh at something the guy said made him angry and his chest tighten for some reason. 

he should be the one making you laugh like that. he wants to be the reason why your pretty smile is always on your lips or maybe he just wants to be the reason why you’re glowing and happy.

you always did say that he never fails to make you happy (even if it’s through the stupidest things)

there was a foreign feeling that was bubbling within atsumu, he wasn’t sure what it was but he hates how you’re making him feel.

three ;

he found you in the supply closet, curled up in the farthest corner, sobbing quietly.

“hey,” atsumu softly spoke, sitting down beside you. “stop cryin’, it’s too early in the mornin’.”

you were quick to wipe away your tears and give him a smile. “miya-san, good morning! everything’s set up already, i’ll be there in awhile.”

he looked at you, one eyebrow quirked up. “c’mon, (y/n), i ain’t stupid. besides, they’ll survive without us for a few minutes.”

your shoulders drooped, your eyes tearing up once more as you told him how a group of girls had talked shit about you for being the team’s manager. while talking, atsumu had let you seek refuge in his arms as a way to comfort you.

as much as it felt good to have you in his arms, he hated seeing you so hurt and sad about the horrible shit girls would often say to you and about you. it was then that he made up his mind to give those girls a piece of his mind once morning practice was done.

he’d do absolutely anything just to make sure he never sees you crying again.

two ;

“you don’t have to go out of your way to walk with me to school.”

atsumu sends you a smile and just shrugs. “i wanna, besides, you’re way better company than ‘samu.”

the laugh that you let out was music to his ears, making him happy that he can make you laugh like this everyday. “i’m telling him you said that, he’d kick your sorry ass.”

getting up 40 minutes early isn’t so bad if it means that atsumu gets to start off his mornings with you.

one ;

‘defeat’ was still a foreign word for atsumu, having always been riding the highs of victory for as long as he can remember.

so their loss against karasuno today was a blow to his ego, but also somewhat of an eye opener for him as well.

after the team tearfully thanked the audience, you ran up to atsumu. despite your tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, you still gave him a smile. “you did great, hotshot!”

you were sniffling and wiping your tears away as you spoke to him, but he couldn’t hear a single word you were uttering. 

atsumu was too focused on how you still managed to look too goddamn pretty even with tears running down your cheeks or despite the fact that you were crying, you were still there smiling because you were happy that they got this far - he liked that about you, how your heart knows no bounds when it comes to caring. 

and your eyes, they were shining so bright every time you spoke to him, and only him, and even now they were still looking at him with such admiration it made his heart skip a beat.

the setter’s mind was filled with nothing but you, casting the disappointment from their loss aside and making him feel lighter.

atsumu loves how you make him feel.

he loves you.

“m-miya-san, are you even listening?”

snapping out of his thoughts, atsumu leaned towards you and gave you a soft and languid kiss on the lips. 

this elicited whoops and cheers from the team, but none of them mattered to him right now.

pulling back, he admired how you looked adorable all flushed and flustered because of him. “you free later? we still got a few hours to kill before leavin’ for hyogo.”

“is this your way of asking me out on a date, miya-san?” you asked, smiling bashfully.

“yeah, it is.” atsumu said softly, also unable to help the smile forming on his lips. “and call me atsumu, angel.”

[in-my-world]

Heaven - Sixteen (Hongjoong AU)

Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive

Warning(s): mentions of sickness (vomiting, coughing, ect.), mentions of medication

Words: 1K

A/N: Ask to have warnings or triggers added, and ask to be tagged in future parts.

Going for a swim when it was chilly early summer night wasn’t a good idea. I had caught a cold, which turned into a flu. I was stuck in bed or on the couch half conscious and half drugged up on cough medicine. Jules had come by nearly every day with medicine and food, and of course to make sure I was alive. 

The knocking on my bedroom door broke me from a daze. 

“Come in,” I called out, assuming it was Jules.

I was horrified to see Hongjoong, he looked as good as he did that night. I felt myself get warm remembering what nearly happened that day. 

“I’m sorry, if I knew you were going to get sick,” he started, before I started coughing.

I shook my head and reached for the water on my bedside table. 

“If anyone had known we wouldn’t have gone swimming, besides I’m not that sick,” I said, trying to ease his worries.

He nodded, frowning before breaking into a smile, “I brought food, Jules said you had enough medicine to last until you’re at least eighty,” he laughed, lifting the bag. 

I laughed with him, “thank you, let’s go to the living room,” I said, lifting the blankets and shifting to the edge of the bed. 

I tried to stand but a rush of dizziness made me fall back on my bed. 

“Do you need help,” Hongjoong asked, concern in his voice. 

I shook my head and stood up, slightly wobbly but managed to stay upright and walk to the couch.

Hongjoong followed and set the food up for me to eat. I ate a little of the soup and bread before giving up, my stomach was thankfully holding things down better than a few days prior. I looked for the cough medicine I had been taking and got the correct amount out before downing it with a look of disgust.

“Why couldn’t they make it taste better,” I said, my hands reaching for my drink. 

Hongjoong sat quietly watching me, before breaking the silence, “do you need anything,” he asked, shuffling around on the far end of the couch.

I had started to feel drowsy from the medicine, lying down and covering myself with the blanket. I stared at Hongjoong his eyes locked with mine, I remembered the almost kiss and the brief brush of our lips when I had cleaned up his cuts months ago. 

My heart was calling for me to say how I felt, but my rational thoughts were stopping me but slowly they were losing against my heart to blurt it out.

“I really like you, Hongjoong,” I blurted out, my heart winning the battle over my half conscious brain. 

I caught his relieved look before falling into another nap.

                                 ___________________________

Weeks had passed, my cough had gone and my flu left me feeling invincible. I don’t remember much between sleeping and taking medicine, I hadn’t talked much to Hongjoong. Jules filled in some of the details of what I missed about life outside while I was on lockdown. The guys had some gigs and she went to see her baby cousin for the first time.

I was copying some papers and stapling them when my co-worker, Celeste, came in to ask me a question.

“Dear, are you expecting anyone, because there is a loud girl freaking out at the security desk,” she inquired, her purple drawn on brows furrowed on her forehead.

I nodded, “that’s Jules, could you finish this quickly while I go make sure she doesn’t get arrested,” I joke, before switching places with Celeste.

I arrived in time to catch the security before they escorted Jules from the building. Making sure they knew and understood she wasn’t a threat and was my friend. 

“I said I would meet you for lunch, why couldn’t you just wait,” I asked, pulling Jules to a quiet area between the elevators and the bathrooms. 

“You are really not going to be happy with me, just let me explain and remember that it was an accident and I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Jules rambled out, making me nervous. 

I nodded for her to continue and chewed the inside of my cheek, and listened to her. She explained that she was in the group chat and mentioned something about how Hongjoong and I should get together soon so the rest of them could pay her their bets. 

“I didn’t read the chat title and it was the group chat with Hongjoong in it,” she said, her words fading out towards the end.

I sighed, “Jules, first off, you bet on my love life which is a terrible thing to do, and second if Hongjoong and I get together it should be in our own time,” I said, my voice slightly trembling wanting to raise my voice but holding back. 

When Jules hung her head I understood that she really was apologetic and regretful. I sighed again, releasing my anger and pulling her into a hug. 

“I am angry at you, but I also forgive you for now,” I told her, letting her go. 

“We’re not going to get lunch are we,” she asked, and I shook my head in disbelief. 

“I’ll talk to you later, and we’ll have lunch some other time,” I said, going to the elevators, “and next time don’t make the security call my office, I can’t bail you out of jail again.”

I got into the elevator and pulled out my phone seeing messages from Hongjoong asking to talk later when I had time. I replied back to message me a place and I would be there after work. 

                                   ___________________________

The rest of the work day was filled with me being nervous to talk to Hongjoong, I asked some advice from Celeste and she told me just to be straightforward about it and tell the truth, if he didn’t reciprocate my feelings there was no harm done and that she would help me by setting me up with her nephew.

I clocked out and made my way to the location that Hongjoong had texted me. My heart was pounding in my ears and my stomach was doing flips. I really didn’t want to ruin the relationship I had built with Hongjoong for something as stupid as a crush.

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Feel The Heat

Part Two: Something More

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OC Juniper Collins

Rating: 18+ (b/c minors shouldn't lurk, it is illegal and not polite.) But this is big fluff, just more exposition and pining and world building. I do curse, so there's that.

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: June and Frankie are big idiots, and they keep bumping into each other in the wildest of places. Again, and I can't overstate this: they’re both MASSIVE idiots.

A/N: Hey babes! This is going a little slower bc I want to give more with each update, I normally keep around 1K and these are little beasts. But I'm excited with the story, some threads are exposing themselves, and there will be more Frankie X OC time in the next part. For now, enjoy this little taste of yearning and pining and overthinking and general angst over meeting a cute new somebody. 💕

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June checked her phone as she stirred the pot, and groaned at the email count. More than half were parents who “couldn’t” make the conference, and the rest were from her principal wanting to reiterate the importance of those meetings. She dropped the phone back to the counter, and focused on her pot. She had googled what to do with Brandywines, and had decided on a slowly simmered tomato sauce. It paired beautifully with the fresh garlic and basil she had picked up, and the whole house smelled like an Italian restaurant.

This was her favorite way to use up produce in the summer. She spent hours simmering and canning, and got to enjoy the fruits of her labor in the dead of winter. She knew she could easily gift the sauce made from those beautiful tomatoes, and she had every intention of doing so.

Sundays passed so quickly, she hardly had time to dwell on the farmer, but when she caught a whiff of her stove she had to find something to do. She worked through the emails, sending reminders that the conferences were mandatory, and that if the parents couldn’t make it during the week before or after school, she was available to meet online. She fought the temptation to open her weekends. She was working on work boundaries with her therapist.

June had an easier time fighting off thoughts of the farmer as the day waned on, and she thought, foolishly, that she could just forget the brown eyed grump she had met.

--

Frankie was having a hard time focusing on anything. Liv was a bundle of energy, and he tried not to snap at her. He had her come help him in the garden, but he ended up sending her to dig for worms after she trampled another vine.

“Ew! Worms are gross.” She argued.

“I know, but didn’t you want to go fishing? Fish eat worms, it’s how we can get them out of the water.” He explained, carefully. She considered him, then bounded off, calling out to the worms. He chuckled watching her, and went back to pulling weeds. With a moment of quiet, his mind flitted back to the woman. He couldn’t help it. He had dreamt of her. She was lounging in the back of his mind, waiting for him to stumble into the memory. Liv was a good distraction, but she only held the woman at bay for so long. He grumbled and wiped his brow. He decided to give it up for now, the woman and the weeding.

“Princess, I think we have some hotdogs. Let’s try those.” He called over to Liv, who excitedly left behind her freshly dug hole.

“Daddy, Mrs. Becka wanted me to remind you about the school stuff.” Liv told him, grabbing his hand as they walked. He exhaled sharply. He had forgotten the meetings. He pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through Becka’s texts. She had sent him the teacher’s number at some point, he knew, the trouble was finding it. Finally, he clicked the blue hyper-linked number and called it. Liv ran inside ahead of him, looking for the hot dogs, and he waited at the door as the phone rang.

“Hello?” Ms. Collins answered breathlessly, and he cleared his throat.

“Ms. Collins? It’s Olivia Morales’ dad, calling about the meeting?” He heard something clatter on the other end. “Is now an okay time?”

“Yes, sorry, Mr. Morales, I was just...it doesn’t matter. My schedule is a little tight, when did you have in mind?”

“Something early, maybe before drop-off?”

“Sure, uhm, let me check my calendar,” She sounded distant, he thought, probably on speaker. “Yeah, Tuesday morning? I know that’s quick, it is all I have though.”

“Yeah, I can be there. Like 7am?”

“Yes, that’s great. See you then.” The line disconnected and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d heard her voice before. He rolled his eyes at himself, of course he had. She was his daughter’s teacher. As if on cue, Liv ran out with a hot dog. He smiled brightly and ruffled her hair.

“‘Kay, kiddo, let’s go catch some fish.” She grinned at him brightly, showing off the hole her first lost tooth had made. His heart caught as he realized she was growing up so fast.

--

“Monday’s really are the worst.” June laughed. She had her mom on the phone, connected through Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the school now!”

“I just don’t see why you’re having to set these meetings up now. The kids have hardly been in school for a couple of weeks.” June sighed as she merged on the highway to head home.

“I know, it's just something my district does. The hard part is wrangling parents.”

“Well, if you had any children, you’d know how much they require of you.” June rolled her eyes and exhaled through her nose. Her mom was always quick to bring up her lack of a partner and children. Not that June didn’t want those things, they just haven't panned out for her yet.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m sure you’re right.” She acquiesced, knowing the argument wasn’t worth the effort.

“Have you met anyone? You’re only getting older, you know.”

“Thanks Mom. Uh, I have a date tomorrow night, actually.”

“Well, what’s his name, do I know him? What does he do for work?” June rolled her eyes, and wondered why she had answered the call.

“I don’t know anything about him. It’s a blind date.”

“Not even a name?” June bit her lip, debating telling her Mom the nickname.

“He’s ex-Army, goes by Fish. That’s all I know. Oh, and he’s single. A new teacher sat it up for me.” June explained, hoping her Mom wouldn’t have much to say.

“Fish? Oh, wow. Terrence really messed you up, huh.”

“I’m getting a call from a parent, I’ll talk to you later.” June lied, ending the call. Terrence had really messed her up. Not that that was of any importance to her dating life, or this blind date’s name. She sighed hard as she pulled into her driveway.

“Monday’s really are the worst.” She told the empty space of her car. She grabbed her bag and hurried inside. It had been a long day, and she was ready to polish off her bottle of wine from the night before. She walked in and let her bag drop to the floor, and crossed to the staircase. She groaned as she climbed the stairs. She was exhausted and still had a ton left to do.

June stripped quickly and threw on her yard work clothes. She stopped by the kitchen and poured some wine into a cup with a lid, before making her way outside. The day before she had started a small garden, and she was determined to make something grow out of it. She had no idea what she was doing, though. The wine wasn’t really helping either.

She had been short with a few parents while she was tending the fragile plants. It was a little late in the season to try and start anything, but she had picked up some discount plants that she wanted to help limp along for a little longer. She hoped she hadn’t put any of the parents off, and tried to remember who all had called.

June wiped her forehead with her gloved hand and tried to sort them out. Steven’s mom, Cynthia, was meeting her during lunch. That would be short, thankfully. Steven was a good kid, quiet. Graham and Ginger’s grandma was coming Wednesday afternoon, the parents were out of the country for something. Mia’s dad was going to call during the planning period. Ashley’s mom was coming Tuesday afternoon. And Olivia’s dad was coming Tuesday morning. June felt her shoulders sag, and she drained her wine. That wasn’t even half of the parents left.

She gave up on the garden and stalked inside. She wanted to scare up something for dinner, but didn’t really feel like making anything. She gave in and called the local Indian place. They knew her order, and said they’d be there soon. She grimaced, wondering how much money she had spent on Vindaloo over the years, and decided not to think about it. She had enough time to slip in the shower to wash the sweat off, before the delivery guy knocked on her door. She tipped him generously, and sat down on the couch.

June clicked the tv on and scrolled through her watch list. She settled on some mind-numbing detective show, and ate half of the curry. She put the rest away, and grabbed her bag by the door. The bag was a mess, but she managed to find her red pen and the papers that needed grading, and she settled back in.

Soon, the mindless task paired with a full stomach and the wine had her falling into a deep sleep.

--

Frankie was pissed. He was giving up the best time of the day for harvesting to meet with Liv’s teacher, and Ms. Collins couldn’t be bothered to show up. His thoughts went back to the phone call the day before, and he gritted his teeth as he realized she had put him off twice. Over something she had wanted to set up. He’d gotten the bundles of paper she had sent home on it. Yet, here he was, and she was nowhere to be found. He pulled his phone out, and considered punching in her number, but stopped himself.

Frankie had to exhale deeply four times before he could lay his phone down. He had gotten here a little early, and it was just now 7 am, and he didn’t have a set schedule. Liv was with Ashley, Becka had insisted on taking them to drop off so he could have plenty of time with Ms. Collins. Not that it mattered now, he thought, dryly. At ten past, he pulled his phone back out, and brought her name up. He was angry again, and had every intention of calling. But before he could press her name, the door swung open, and his heart dropped.

~~

June woke with a start. The birds were singing outside, the light was all wrong, and she was on the couch. Shit, she thought, jumping up. Shit, shit, shit. She had overslept. She hurried up the stairs and threw on something presentable, and didn’t even check herself in the mirror. She could do her makeup in the class. She grabbed up the half graded papers and shoved them in her bag, and ran out the door. She dumped everything in the passenger seat and drove much faster than usual. She was about halfway to the school when she realized she was meeting a student’s parent this morning. She hadn’t had any coffee, and her brain was starting to slow down from the adrenaline of being late, and she could not remember who she was meeting. She parked, and popped her vanity mirror down and grimaced. She looked like she was having a bad morning. She decided to throw her hair up in a messy bun, and grabbed the mess up from her passenger seat.

She basically ran into the building, her flats ricocheting sound off the concrete walls. She swung her door open, apologies already falling from her lips, when she looked at the parent. The apologies died on her lips, and her mouth fell open.

“You?” She asked, dumbly. “Frankie?” He looked like he had seen a ghost, a bitchy ghost, she grimaced.

“You?” He stood now, and started to move to her.

“Uhm, you can’t be here. I’m meeting a student’s parent, and how’d you even know where to find me?” She started rambling, but when the words were out she realized how stupid they were. “Oh my god, you’re the parent?” She barked out a laugh, and dumped her bag on her desk. He grinned, and wiped the back of his neck.

“Liv’s dad. I’m Frankie Morales.” He told her, faltering from shaking her hand.

“Perfect. I’m Juniper Collins, you can call me June, or Ms. Collins, whatever you prefer. I’m sorry I’m late, I...I started a garden yesterday and wore myself out. That’s what I was doing when we spoke on the phone,” She told him, laughing. June had only tried gardening because she wanted a common foot with him. She didn’t want to tell him that yet, though. “Anyway, let’s get to Liv. Liv is a great girl, Mr. Morales.”

“Frankie.” He interrupted, with a small smile.

“Okay, Frankie. Look, Liv is great, she really is. She struggles in class sometimes, though. She is smart as hell, but she seems to struggle. I wanted to give you some information about ADD or ADHD. It presents differently in girls, and is often overlooked. I haven’t known her long, obviously, but I actually was diagnosed much later in life, and I remember doing some of the things she’s doing. Would you be interested in some info on that?” June asked carefully, their relationship was rocky and weird, and she didn’t want to overstep. This was her job, though. It was a little bit not her job, actually. But she always wanted to look out for her girls, especially when they were as smart and incredible as Liv.

“Oh, wow. I had no idea she was struggling.” Frankie muttered, and removed his cap. June sucked in a sharp breath at his light brown, bouncy curls as they spilled out. He was beautiful. She distracted herself by moving behind her desk and grabbing a folder she had laid out for Liv, for this exact reason, and she thanked her past self for being put together. Then she went and sat beside him at the small activity table. She felt comical sitting next to him in the small chairs, he was spilling over his own. She laid down the folder and put a hand on his arm.

“Look, it isn’t a struggle that she notices yet. It’s her recall, her attention span, and her ability to focus. That sounds like a lot, I know, but there’s a simple test, and there are effective alternatives to stimulants. I’m on one, and it really helped me. Life is only going to get harder for her, if she has it and it remains untreated, but she has no idea. She isn’t “different” yet, and she’s doing so, so well in class. She is a model student. I just want to help, that’s all.” She watched his face as she spoke, and by the end, he seemed defeated.

“I should have noticed. I’m her dad. I...I’ve been worried I’m not around enough, and now you drop this on me.” He laughed dryly. She patted his arm.

“Liv talks about you all the time. She loves you, Frankie. She tells us all the time about her pilot dad.” June said it before she had time to think, before she connected “Liv’s Dad” with Frankie, the man before her. And then, her big mouth spit out something she wanted to take back immediately. “But you’re a farmer, right?” He looked up into her eyes, and his face was hard.

“Anything else you wanted to tell me about Liv?” His words were right, but the tone was too harsh. June flinched back from him, and dropped her gaze from his suddenly hard face.

“Liv is a great girl. She’s great to have in class. I have nothing else for you.” June told him monotonically, going on autopilot so as not to cry. She had spent the whole weekend thinking about him, then she had planted a stupid garden to have more in common with him, and then fate brought them back together, and she screwed it up again. She decided it was done, then. Frankie Morales was not in the cards for her. Sure, she might see him again because she taught his daughter, but she was through thinking of him like that.

“Good. I have to get going, next time try to be on time.” He scolded, as he stood abruptly and left without another word. Slowly, June followed and shut the door behind him. Alone, at last, she started crying.

~~~

“Idiot. You fucking idiot.” Frankie berated himself in his truck. He couldn’t believe it when she swept into the room. He had found her. Not her, he thought with a grimace, Juniper. The name felt so appropriate. It was an old name, but it suited her so perfectly. He exhaled roughly and tried to rewrite the scene. She was looking out for Liv. She wanted Liv to be happy and succeed. This woman cared more about his daughter than Liv’s own mother. And as soon as she tried to get to know him, he bit her head off and made her feel bad for being late. Jesus, what a dick. He had found her, and in a single moment, he had managed to ruin it again.

He put the truck in drive and headed home. Nothing left to do here, he thought bitterly. He was pulling up the driveway when he remembered that she had started a garden. It wasn’t a coincidence, he realized. She had started a garden because of him. He parked the truck and laid his head against the steering wheel. He had pushed her away at every turn. The market, the bar, and now at the school. He had seen her face before he left, and knew it was done. He had pushed too far, too fast. Of course, she would want nothing more to do with him. He had done nothing but treat her like shit.

He got out of the truck and threw his hat. It didn’t do much except get his cap dirty, but it was all he could do. He pulled his phone out, and pulled her name up. He typed a long message, and erased it. Then he tried again, and erased it again. His pride was getting in the way. He couldn’t tell her about his piloting years. The army, spec ops, Colombia, the coke, or any of it. She could just hate him, and then he couldn’t hurt her anymore.

~~~~

June paced up and down her classroom. Her face was puffy, still, and she had been struggling to focus all day. She couldn’t meet anyone new for dinner; she wasn’t in the right headspace for a date. Let alone one where she would have to leave a lasting impression. She chewed her thumb nail before heading down the hall.

Samantha's classroom was pretty close to her own, and June was glad for it. If she had had to walk further she would have lost her nerve. June knocked tentatively on the door, before pulling it open. Samantha looked up and grinned.

"Hey girl! Are you excited for your big date tonight?" June’s own smile fell from her face.

"Actually, that's why I'm here. I want to cancel." Samantha's smile pulled down quickly.

"Why?"

"I'm having kind of a bad day for impressions," June told her flatly.

"Well, I couldn't if I wanted to. Santiago is out of town, no reception. I don't have the friend's number." June groaned.

"Okay, alright. Ugh, probably for the best. Do you know anything else about him? I’ve had kind of a rough day. You said, ex-military right?”

“Yeah, Santi doesn’t really talk about that time, and I haven’t pushed it. I met him a while back, Fish. He’s sweet. I think he’ll be your type. You like tan brunettes?” June nodded, laughing and thinking about Frankie Morales again.

“He’ll be perfect. Doesn’t say much and likes beer, that’s all I know.” Samantha gave a small shrug.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll let you finish eating.” June said, excusing herself.

She left feeling defeated. A parent was going to be late this afternoon, she had gotten the email after the Frankie disaster. Which meant that she was going to be late to dinner. She wasn't killing it in the men department so she hoped that despite a military background he wouldn't mind her tardiness. She couldn't handle another horrible scene like the one from this morning.

The rest of the day was uneventful, which she was glad for. Her nerves were on the edge. She tried to ignore how much Liv favored her dad, and how she loudly told the class about their upcoming camping trip. She found herself listening intently, despite herself. And even chuckled at the girl’s memories of the last trip. June’s mood improved with the day, too. She even played a little music in the background while the kids worked on their worksheets.

By the time she had hauled herself into her car, the last thing she wanted to do was go to dinner. But she swiped on her favorite lipstick and drove to the restaurant. If she broke the speed limit, she would only be about five minutes late, and she pushed it. She wanted to drink some wine, and forget about Frankie Morales. Another tan brunette in her life would do her good, she thought happily. She was tired, but she wanted to make the most of it.

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Frankie was looking back and forth between the menu and his watch. He couldn't believe that another woman was about to be late on him. He was trying hard to get June out of his mind, and his blind date wasn't making it easy on him. He chuckled when he realized what he was doing. Just meeting a total stranger for dinner. He didn't have much choice in the matter, he thought, remembering how Pope had basically told him where and when, without asking if Frankie was even interested.

She had good taste, he conceded. This was his favorite spot. They made amazing, fresh pasta. He was eyeing the cocktail menu, when she rushed in. He couldn't believe he was running into her again.

It was June, because of course it was. She was flushed, probably late again, he huffed, but she had put on a bright red lipstick that made his heart stutter. He lowered his gaze back to the menu. He hoped she wouldn't see him out on a date, even if he saw her. The hope was short lived because she made her way to him, her eyes glinting with an emotion he couldn't place, and she exhaled deeply.

"Let me guess, your call sign is Fish, right?" His eyes snapped to hers and she laughed while nodding. It was her. He had found her again. The waiter walked over and she told him to bring a bottle of red, and a beer for him. He told the waiter his brand, and raked his eyes over her.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a crazy day." She mused once she had taken two deep sips of her wine.

"Yeah? What is it you do?" He asked, hoping beyond hope that this was their start over. Their fourth, or so, start over.

"Teacher. Yeah, I teach. Most days it's easy, but some days there are parents." She told him, her cheeks flushed.

"Hopefully, no jerks?" He asked, quickly taking a sip of his beer. She held her head to the side before she sighed.

"I don't know what's going on here, Frankie. It's kind of exhausting. I think you're pretty handsome, you grow amazing food, you have a beautiful daughter, but I think we just keep messing up. How about, just for now, we enjoy this meal and the company, and tomorrow we can talk about what it means that we can't keep away from each other?" He searched her eyes. She was tired, he could tell, but she was so sincere. He wanted desperately to know why she sat down instead of just leaving. He wanted to know why they were seemingly so connected. He wanted to know if he'd been on her mind too.

"I'm thinking the carbonara." He answered, and she smiled before looking the menu over herself. The rest could wait. He had found her again.”

[harrysweasleys]

a lesson in chemistry // r.l

summary: hey! i was wondering if you could do one where the reader does really bad in a test and remus comforts her? thank u!!

warnings: none

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i am close to 1k and was thinking of doing an event but i know i’m gonna forget and it’s just not going to go well so i just wanna say THANK YOU to all you sweet sweet beings for following my mess of a blog! :)

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Moonstone. Powdered porcupine quills. Powdered unicorn horn.

The three ingredients repeated themselves over and over in your head as you sat by yourself in the common room nearing two o’clock in the morning, the messy notebook spread open in front of you as your eyes tried to droop shut.

It was nearly impossible for you to focus on the fuzzy words, but you forced yourself to stay as awake as you possibly could so that tomorrow’s quiz would be a breeze. That’s why you were studying, wasn’t it?

Remus and Sirius had promised to help you out, but the two had trudged off to bed nearly an hour ago, practically already asleep. For two people who seemed so adamant on ‘all nighters’ they had gone to bed rather early, in your opinion. You quite missed their company — Remus more than Sirius — and wished you could at least have someone here to help keep your mind sharp.

But, here you were, all by your lonesome and wrapped in a scarlet and gold knitted blanket that your parents had made you, the crackling fireplace heating you up, and the words in front of you making you sleepy.

You couldn’t comprehend why no one else seemed stressed or even worked up about this quiz — exam, actually — which made studying it just that much more frustrating. You figured people would care about their marks and scores, right?

“The potion should result in a cool blue colour,” you mumbled to no one in particular, the words trying their best to etch into your brain, “A cool blue colour. Not to be mistaken with Draught of Peace which is a warm blue colour.”

You let out a quiet groan and rested your head against the back of the couch cushion. Potions class was never your strong suit, but you had found it fascinating. And, of course, hou didn’t want to seem like you were lost, so studying hours on end seemed to be the only passing solution here.

The large ticking clock on the wall told you it was five minutes past two o’clock, and the exam was at ten o’clock the next day. Only eight hours left for you to memorize every last word.

Eight hours.

As you glanced back down at the book, your eyes felt heavier than they were not a minute ago, and your head felt as if it were on a cloud. The room around you seemed to vanish down a long, long tunnel...

——

“D’you think if we poke her she’ll jump?”

“Sirius, that’s just rude.”

“C’mon, it’d be funny though. What if we poured pumpkin juice on her?”

“No, let’s just calmly wake her up.”

“You’re boring, Remus.”

Your eyes fluttered open to two overly familiar faces crouched in front of you. Remus, his hair messy and his eyes watching you cautiously, and Sirius with his signature smirk.

“Get out of my face,” you sat up, throwing the blanket off of and trying to figure out where you were. The Gryffindor common room felt very different when you were waking up in it.

The fire embers were burning low and the morning sunlight blazed through the windows, the room brighter than it had ever seemed before. The blanket was still comfortable draped over your body, warm and comforting, and the heavy textbook was still open on your lap with the page slightly crumpled as your hand rested upon it.

Suddenly, as if hit by a train once you noticed the book, you remembered, “Bloody hell, it’s the Potions quiz today.”

Remus chuckled, “Relax. It’s in, like, an hour.”

You threw the blanket off of your body and grabbed the book, shaking your head, “You don’t get it, Remus. I don’t know anything.”

“That can’t be true,” Remus furrowed his eyebrows at you.

Sirius pat you on the shoulder, sitting next to you on the couch and closing the book with a loud thump, “You’ll be fine. You just need to eat.”

So you let the two boys lead you down to the Great Hall, where the loud hustle and bustle of the early morning made it nearly impossible to focus on the jumble of words on the worn out pages in front of you. The book, although informative, was clearly written for someone who actually understood what the hell everything meant. And it was harder to understand anything when the ruckus around you made it difficult to even read said things.

It bothered you greatly that Remus — the person you considered your best friend — didn’t seem to care about the exam. Were you overreacting?

It wasn’t your fault, really. You took schoolwork very seriously and sometimes that meant overreacting. Over-studying. Over-planning. All of the above.

But, better to be safe than sorry — isn’t that the saying?

When the Great Hall crowd became dispersed, you knew that meant classes were beginning and you felt your nerves kick in at the thought. You shut the book rather loudly and followed Remus to the Potions classroom, no words being exchanged between the two of you — which you were thankful for, to be honest.

“You got this,” Remus flashed you a grin as you slowly walked into the class together, taking your usual seats in the middle. You didn’t like being too close, nor too far from the teacher. These seats were perfect.

“I don’t need false hope,” you groaned, resting your head on the table, “I need answers.”

He chuckled, “Sorry, you know me. I can’t cheat. But if this test goes wrong, I can tutor you.”

You lifted your head quickly, a bright red spot on your forehead from where it was previously pressed up against the wooden desk, “Wait, really? You’d do that?”

“Of course,” he smirked, running his hand through his hair in a stupidly attractive manner, “What are friends for?”

You flashed him a bright grin, “Oh, you’re the best, Remus.”

His cheeks turned slightly pink as he smiled back, lowering his head slightly as he flushed at the compliment. You felt your heart leap at his flustered state, unsure why the strange feeling decided to make its home in your chest.

You brushed it aside as the professor entered the class and handed out the quiz papers, making sure every student was silent and that no cheating would occur.

Within the first glance at the page, your heart sunk, all previous fluttery feelings gone. You had been so focused on remembering ingredients and potion colours that you forgot to study their purposes. The entire first page was asking about what each potion did and who they helped best. And you hadn’t even brushed on that subject during your late night study session.

Long story short, you were screwed.

You closed your eyes, thinking long and hard about each answer, writing down whatever felt right. It was always good to trust your gut instinct right?

In this case, it didn’t feel so right, but you went with it anyways.

What felt like two hours was only really thirty minutes, and the quiz was officially out of your hands. You felt ashamed handing it back — you knew your Professor would think you were a fool, a student who found excuses not to study. And that feeling was nagging you throughout the remainder of class.

“You don’t look so good,” Remus nudged your shoulder once you packed up your books, your entire body slouched and your lips curved downwards into a frown.

“I botched that so bad,” you groaned, tossing your head back and closing your book bag, throwing it over your shoulder, “I was too tired last night and didn’t study everything I wanted to.”

Empathetically, Remus wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the crowded class. You were too busy sulking to pay attention to the fact that Sirius, James and Peter weren’t even with you guys.

“I’ll help you,” Remus said, voice laced with confidence, “I don’t want you doubting your intelligence so I, Remus Lupin, appoint myself as your own personal tutor.”

“Can people self-appoint themselves that?” your face broke into a grin, his humorous antics thankfully distracting you from your disappointment, “You’re too much.”

“But you love me,” he ruffled your hair, removing his arm from around you and slipping his hand into his pocket.

You chuckled, shaking your head as your heart leapt in your chest, “I really do.”

——

“I failed.”

Your voice was weak and quiet as you sat down on the Gryffindor table bench during lunch the week after, your mood rather sour. You had been incredibly worked up that morning, knowing you’d be getting your test results. But now that you’d gotten them, you wanted nothing more than to go back in time where you didn’t have to deal with the reality of the failure.

Remus’ face fell and he placed his hand on your knee, “Ah, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t do so well either. I think this test was marked more strictly than they usually are.”

Though you appreciated the effort, it didn’t lift your spirits.

“I didn’t think I’d do bad enough to actually fail,” you sighed, slouching your shoulders and resting your elbows lazily on the table, “I’m mad at myself.”

“Hey,” Remus lifted his hand off of your knee and poked you in the shoulder, “Stop that. Seriously. Don’t put yourself down so much.”

“Hard not to,” you leaned forwards and rested your head on your hand, eyeing the food with a frown. Your appetite wasn’t present at the moment.

Remus snapped his fingers in front of your face, “I’m serious, Y/N. I’m here to help you, yeah? We’ll get through this. We’ll improve together. The next quiz won’t even stand a chance against us.”

You wanted to keep sulking, but his words brought a smile to your face. Remus had a way of cheering you up — him and his ways. Something about him.. you just couldn’t stay upset around him.

“Thanks,” you grinned, lifting your arm and poking him in the shoulder as he had done to you previously, “I do feel a little better.”

“Good!” he flashed you a toothy grin, his eyes brightening, “That’s always the intention.”

You stared at him for a good moment, the smile not leaving your face. His freckles seemed more visible than usual, his hair lighter and his eyelashes long against his cheeks each time he blinked. Though his hair was thin and brown, his eyelashes were thicker and darker — it was rather cute. His eyes had specks of green in them and, you had never really noticed before, they had some grey in them too.

You had to snap yourself out of the trance he left you in, unaware and unsure as to what caused it.

Had you just checked Remus out? No. Couldn’t be. He was your friend. Friend. Best friend.

You took a deep breath and began filling your plate, appetite suddenly back. You filled your stomach with chicken pot pie and potatoes, hoping that the faster you ate, the better you’d feel.

But nope.

Though your mind was off of your test, you somehow felt even worse. Remus was all you could focus on. His closeness, his kindness, his warmth, his smell.

“Ready for the afternoon?” Remus stuck his hand out to you as he stood up, shaking you from your weirdly romantic thoughts.

“What?” you blinked, “Oh — yeah, sorry.”

You shook your head and stood up, linking your hand with his as the two of you left the hall and took off towards your next class.

——

“No, no,” Remus shook his head, “You need to add this.”

You stared blankly down at the messy piece of parchment, nodding your head slowly, trying to remember which potion you guys had been talking about in the first place.

“Uh — which one again?” you asked sheepishly, your ears burning at the obvious fact that you weren’t paying attention, “Sorry.”

He let out a small laugh, placing his finger on the page in front of you, “This.”

You were glad that the library was quiet at this time of day, the cloudy weekend morning meaning most students would be choosing to start their day relaxing around in their pyjamas and drinking pumpkin juice.

You, however, while others students got to relax and spend the morning doing nothing, you had the great misfortune of being dragged out of the common room by an equally tired Remus.

“The library is empty in the morning,” he had said at your repeated groaning.

And he was right. The library was empty. The only sound you could hear was your quill scratching against your parchment and Remus’ whispered voice trying to teach you while respecting the library noise rules.

“What potion uses porcupine quills and peppermint sprigs?” he asked, resting his head on his hands and staring at you intently, his eyes focused on you and only you.

“Uh—,” you fought the urge to look down at your parchment notes, “Elixor to Induce Euphoria.”

He grinned, raising his hand to high five you, which you gladly accepted, “See! You got this!” You felt your face warm up at the contact and compliment.

“Next question,” he smirked, leaning even closer to you, “What would you say if I asked you to come to Hogsmeade for a drink?”

“I — what?”

As if the wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t utter a single sound. Had you heard him right? There was no way.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” he chuckled.

But you still couldn’t find the words.

Yes, you had recently looked at Remus differently, but had it been a crush? It didn’t seem like it at first — but as you looked at him now, his face illuminated by the light outside and the way his hair stuck up in odd places, you realized you did like him.

You liked him. Him and his boisterous laugh, his nervous nail-biting habits, his love for poetry and snow. You loved how he’d always be there for you, ready to crack a corny joke when you were feeling down in the dumps. You loved how he’d always have a book recommendation and a long list of reasons why it would be worth the read. You loved how he always had the neatest handwriting, his notes providing you with bits of information you’d miss in class. How he’d always look forward to dessert because of how delicious he found the pumpkin pasties.

And all it took was him asking you out for you to realize you were falling for your best friend.

“I’d actually like that,” you nodded, aware that your cheeks were probably glowing but you were too giddy to care at the moment. Somehow, you felt as if this was right. There was no strangeness about him asking you — it somehow felt as if you had been waiting ages for him to do so.

“Thank Merlin,” he sighed, relaxing his entire body as his face lit up, “Next weekend?”

“Hm, can’t think of anything I’m doing,” you tapped your finger against your chin, eyebrows raised and your cheeks beginning to hurt from the bright smile you were sending his way. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this giddy.

He leaned across the table and linked his hands in yours. You melted into the contact, using your elbow to push your parchment and quill out of the way so you could lean forwards without fear of ruining your notes or your sweater.

Safe to say, studying was now long forgotten.

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Lunch Notes

Summary: Your secret admirer used to leave notes for you in high school. Who could he be? Can an old friend help you find out?

Notes: This oneshot is inspired by Futakuchi x reader fic by @haikyuu-ink. Read it about fuccboi Futakuchi here. 

genre: romance, fluff (wc: 1k  lol)

“Futakuchi? Is that you?” You instantly regret tapping him on the shoulder as he turns around to face you.

You drop by Date’s weekend market with the intention of not running into anyone. You’re sweaty, and probably smelled like an outdoor grill. How is it that you have the gall to initiate this conversation?

“Long time no see!” he greets you. You are both in line for takoyaki. While the wait wasn’t too long, a small crowd of people are crammed beside the stall. “It’s been a couple of years.”

You move over to the same corner amidst the chaos of the market.

“What are you doing now?” you ask, trying to subtly wipe yourself down. Futakuchi himself didn’t look too pristine. The day is warm and he looks like he just came off a volleyball game, but you would be lying if you don’t admit how good he still looks.

“I went to trade school for a couple of years,” he shrugs, “I’m working in an energy company right now. What about you? You’re probably in college.”

You nod your head, “Yeah, I am.”

You both receive your order and you both agree to spend lunch catching up. Futakuchi signals at an empty bench and you take a seat.

You catch up on common friends and acquaintances and when conversation hits a pause, he takes a sharp inhale and straightens his back.

“Do you remember the notes on your desks and notebooks?”

During the last two years of high school, you would receive little notes every now and then carefully placed between your books, slipped inside your desk, snuck into your bag. You graduated not knowing who they were from exactly. You had a feeling you were finally about to find out.

“Yeah, what about those?” You both receive your orders at the same time and he leads you to an empty bench where you both take your lunch.

“I wrote them.” He tries to avert your gaze, but finds himself unable to. Instead, he tries to hide that he’s bracing for your reaction.

Your chopsticks stop midway to your mouth, “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

You’re not completely shocked. You had a sneaking suspicion it was him. However whenever you tried to ask, he always flat out denied it, which frustrated you to no end.

He shrugs, “I’m not sure you liked me. You probably thought I was mean and cocky and superficial which I was but still but it hurt that you did.”

You look at him with a small smile. Futakuchi was flippant and a relentless tease especially in his second year. His seniors thought he was a brat. Still, he was thoughtful when he wanted to be. He was also perceptive and clever.

“I don’t get it….if you’ve already gone all the way to put notes, you might as well right?” you talked in between bites covering your mouth.

Futakuchi chose a bench under the shade of a large tree. You could hear the birds chirp and the trees rustle. You stare at him while you wait for an answer.

In an unusual show of vulnerability, he asks “Would you have said ‘yes’?”

His voice lets slip a pinch of hope and suspense, a crack in his usual laid back demeanor.

You shrug, “It depends when you asked? Probably not in our second year, maybe in our third year.”

“Because I got hotter?” he grins, sitting back with his arms folded across his chest.

“I don’t think so.” You quickly shoot him down. He snorts in disbelief.

“You got way more emphatic when we hit our third year. It was like you finally learned to care about others before your joy of annoying people. It was strange at first, but you really mellowed down and I liked that.“ You flash him a shy smile. He smirks.

You wanted to sigh. He is definitely still cocky.

“You could see it on the notes too. You used to only give compliments in our second year. When we became seniors, you started asking about my day…that kind of thing…”

“And you tried writing back!” he laughed.

You tried to develop a system where you’d put your replies where he first left his notes. It was a hit and miss endeavor.

“You sometimes forget to pick them up.” you retort, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“Sorry,” he smiles with his lip tugging at one side, “It got more difficult to sneak around on our last year.”

“I also thought you deserved better than me even if I wanted you for myself. I wasn’t very good. I didn’t think you were sold just because I was captain.” he adds.

“Nope,” you laugh a bit and shake your head, “Futakuchi, being captain has its perks and all, but don’t expect it to work on all the girls.”

“You didn’t like that I had a difficult time admitting when I was wrong too. It made me think that even if you agreed to go out with me, I’m not sure it would’ve worked. Like I said, you don’t deserve trash.” he sighs, in exasperation. He doesn’t sound resigned. He sounds frustrated with himself.

Your conversation jumps from one topic to another topic. Before you end lunch, you head back to the takoyaki stall, hoping to take home a box. Futakuchi offers to wait in line for you so you can go around the market. When he returns with the food, he quickly bows out and leaves. You’re surprised by the sudden shift of his mood.

Your instincts tell you to look at the paper bag that contained the takoyaki. Your hands ruffle to unfold the bag and sure enough there is a note inside, haphazardly placed on top of the box.

“Would you  go out with me?” it says, and  at the bottom of the note is Futakuchi’s number. You impatiently dial the number and wait through the ringing. Is he intentionally drawing out the wait?

When he finally picks up, you jump the chance to tell him off. “Futakuchi, you’re not in high school anymore. Can you drop the notes?” you sigh, inspecting his handwriting over and over again. Yup, it was Futakuchi who wrote you those notes.

He pauses for a bit.

“Are you still in the market?” he asks urgently.

“Yeah-“ before you reply, he hangs up.

In a few minutes, a tousled, out of breath Futakuchi pants, running towards you.

“Go out with me next week?” he brow quirks up, leaving the question to you.

“Would you still consider yourself trash?” you playfully tease him.

His cheeks flushes. Futakuchi is the type of person who liked to have the last word. It’s fun to see him speechless for once.

“…Well, I  ahhh…hey, I thought you said I mellowed down?” he exclaimed, slowly catching his breath. It was his turn to pout.

“Then see you next week.” you kiss him on the cheek and wave goodbye.

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[thestarsociety]

uh oh, it seems i've slipped and fallen for y- wait where are you going, don't run, please come back

rating: G word count: 1k summary: lou has a revelation. quinn has a crisis. kira is having the time of her life. bella would like her friends to stop being so dramatic.

“Saw you on the news yesterday,” Kira said when Quinn sat down at their usual lunch table. It was at the side near the door, next to a couple of tables of loud kids to reduce the chances of their conversations being eavesdropped on.

“Oh. In a bad way?” he replied, unzipping his lunchbox and pulling out a sandwich and an orange. It wasn’t uncommon for certain opinion pieces deriding the Moonlighters to gain traction.

“Nah, good way. Mostly reporting on the people you protected from those drones downtown. Got an interview with a kid.” She looked down at her tray of school lunch. “Eugh, carrots today.”

Bella silently handed her a sprig of grapes from her bag. She nodded. “Press loves kids.”

Quinn hummed in acknowledgment.

“Hey, listen, that’s good news, better than most of the press we’ve been getting,” offered Bella.

Quinn frowned, pulling his sandwich out of the plastic bag. “Screw what the press says. We’re helping people, that’s what matters.”

“Yeah, we know that, but certain dicks in high positions in the paper don’t agree.” said Kira, stabbing her spoon in the air.

Quinn swallowed his bite. “I know you know, it’s just... frustrating.”

Kira straightened up suddenly. “Yo, Lou incoming, let’s ix-nay on the uperhero-say.”

“You are so unsubtle it’s not even funny.”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

"Guys," Lou announced, slamming his tray onto the table. "I think I'm in love."

Everyone paused. Quinn took a particularly aggressive bite of his sandwich.

"Is that right?" Kira said, placing her chin on her hand. "Do tell." She popped a grape in her mouth.

"With who?" Bella asked, unwrapping the tinfoil from her muffin.

"Signal."

Quinn choked on his bite.

"Signal? Like, local superhero Signal? Like green rollerblade bitch Signal?" said Kira inrcedulously, ignoring Quinn's coughing fit.

"Woah, you alright, Quinn?" asked Lou, patting him on the back a couple times.

"Fine," Quinn croaked. "Just swallowed wrong," he continued, pointedly avoiding Kira's delighted expression as he took a sip from his beat-up red water bottle.

"And, uh, yeah, what other Signals do you know?" continued Lou. "He's not a bitch, though."

"What exactly brought this on?" asked Bella tentatively, scrunching the tinfoil between her fingers.

"And what makes it different from your regular superhero fanboying?" added Kira.

"Okay, A: rude, but you got me there, and B: I just—"

"Why are we talking about this again?" said Quinn, rubbing his face, his shoulders tense.

"Don't be a killjoy, Q, let the man talk about his crush," cooed Kira, with the same caught-canary smirk on her face.

Quinn glared at her and tore off another bite with his teeth.

"As I was saying: you know the recent robot attacks? I got caught in one of those, on Breckenridge street near the 7-11. They were just swarming everywhere, divebombing like crazy. It was scary, honestly. But then—"

Quinn let his head drop to the table. Lou paid him no mind, continuing his story with wild gesticulation.

"Signal comes crashing in, with all his swords swirling around, and slices one that was diving towards me! He's just— so cool. He's agile, too, and fast on those skates— he could just weave right through em, and soon they just gave up and lifted off. And— listen. I swear. I swear he made eye contact as he was kicking those robots to shit. It was magical."

"Fancy sword tricks don't make someone a good crush," said Quinn, slightly muffled.

"He's not too bad to look at, either," said Kira. "If you like the whole Christmas color scheme thing and the mask."

"Please stop talking."

"Okay, no, yes, he is hot and the sword tricks are very cool, but he's— he's kind, too. After the wave subsided I saw him go and talk to everyone who was out on the street, help them up, offer to walk them home. He made this cat to dance around to make a little kid laugh."

Bella and Kira looked at Quinn, who had since unstuck his face from the table and was looking intently at the scratches on his water bottle, red-faced.

"Okay, snarky comment rescinded, he does seem pretty cool," said Kira.

"Glad you're seeing the light," Lou said, happily spearing pasta off of his tray.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to put this guy on a pedestal. You don't know him, what if he, like... hates chocolate or something?" said Quinn.

"I can give up brownies," Lou said. "For true love,"

"You're just setting yourself up for disappointment.”

"Whoah, don't get jealous there, Q," said Kira.

"I am not jealous of—" Quinn started, whacking his sandwich onto the table. "of— anyone. I am not jealous."

"I'm just saying, just because Signal saved Lou and not you doesn't mean you have to get snippy."

"Kira—"

"I am not snippy," Quinn said. "Okay, actually, I just remembered I need to go study for my math quiz," he said, piling his stuff onto into his lunchbox and slinging on his backpack. "I'm gonna go to the library. This has been great, see you later."

The three watched him go.

"Must be weird," Kira muttered to Bella. "Being jealous of yourself." Bella fixed her with a ‘not so loud’ look.

"I thought he was studying yesterday?" said Lou.

Bella and Kira exchanged a look. ‘Studying’ was Quinn’s go-to excuse for hero activities.

“He left his orange, too,” Lou said, picking up the offending fruit.

“Eh, he’ll survive. He’s not so close to scurvy yet,” Kira said with a shrug.

“He usually gives ‘em to you, anyways,” Bella pointed out. “You can probably have it.”

“Right,” Lou said, frowning. “He seems kinda stressed out about this test.”

“Maybe we could do a study group for the next test? I usually understand stuff better when I can talk it out with people,” Bella said.

"We can ask him about it after school," Kira said, a light in her eyes that said 'I am going to tease the hell out Quinn about this for the foreseeable future'.

Bella had a bad feeling about this.

[jeonginify]

for the au thing could you please do 10, 6 and 10 with felix!

high school!au + fake dating!au + “you know i’d do anything for you.”

wc: 1k

You love cake. Really, you do. It’s kind of an unhealthy obsession, actually—that’s what all your friends tell you. But honestly, how are you supposed to stop? It’s just so good, all fluffy and sweet and warm. There isn’t anything you love more in the world, you can’t help but think.

Well—maybe your parents. 

Maybe.

Except, right now, you’re having a bit of a hard time remembering why exactly you love cake so much. Because after this sticky situation it’s gotten you into, you think you might have to re-evaluate your love for it.

It starts like this: with Lee Felix, the shockingly blond and surprisingly popular boy of your high school; a couple’s discount on cake from your all time favorite bakery; an unexpectedly rainy day; and Jeongin, the son of the owners of said bakery.

When you spot Felix at the bus stop, you have never spoken to him. He’s nice, you’ve heard from your friends, and funny too, but you haven’t ever had the opportunity to talk to him before.

It’s a Tuesday after school when you sit down next to him, and you’ve been dreaming about cake all day—as usual. You’re so distracted by the fact that you don’t even notice who he is until he speaks to you.

“Hey,” he says nicely a few minutes after you take a seat. “You’re Y/N, right?” 

You turn to him at the sound of your name. 

“Yes,” you tell him, surprised he knows who you are. “And you’re Felix?”

He nods. 

“So…” he begins sheepishly. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding weird, but you like cake, right?”

“Um…” You say slowly. “Yes?”

“I swear I’m not, like, a stalker or anything!” He says quickly, nervously tugging on the straps of his backpack. “I’m friends with Seungmin, and he’s mentioned it before, is all.”

“Oh,” you nod gravely. “Makes sense. He’s always annoyed at me for dragging him to the bakery.”

“Speaking of,” Felix starts again. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go there, actually, with me?”

You look at him curiously.

“I heard they’re having a buy one get one free sale for couples,” he continues, “and I also really like cake, so I was thinking we could pretend…”

He trails off when you don’t say anything. A red blush rises to his cheek.

“Although, it’s a weird thing to ask, right? I mean, we don’t know each other… Sorry!” He is quick to say. “You can just forget I said anything—!”

“No,” you interrupt. “Wait! It sounds like a great idea, actually!”

“Really?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you nod wistfully. “My mom actually threatened to take away my allowance if I keep wasting it on cake, but… This is perfect!”

You beam at him, and he can’t help but smile back.

And it really is a great idea—the two of you walk in, holding hands (which, surprisingly, isn’t as awkward as you would imagine holding hands with someone you don’t know should be) and smile prettily at the owner, who seems so excited to see a young couple that she ends up giving you three slices of cake for the price of one instead of just two.

Everyone is right about Felix, too, you discover—he’s nice, funny, polite, and loves cake, which means he’s perfect in your books. You spend two hours at the bakery with him, talking and eating cake, and before the two of you get on the bus to go home finally, you end up exchanging numbers with him.

Until—the next morning, when you show up at school and everyone seems to be looking at you.

At first, you think it must mean that you have toilet paper sticking out of your pants, or that you have something written across your forehead.

But then, the stares follow you all the way to your classroom, and they stay even when you sit down in your usual seat, and you decide it must be something else.

Nobody says anything to you, though, even through the first three lessons. Then, lunch time arrives, and you realize exactly why you seem to be the center of attention today.

You’re packing up your bag and preparing to head to the school cafeteria when, much to your surprise, Felix comes strolling into your classroom, two boxes of banana milk in hand.

“For you,” he grins as he sets one down on your desk with a large flourish before taking the seat next to you.

“Oh!” You exclaim, surprised as he unwraps the straw and pokes a hole in it for you before placing the milk in your hands. “Thank you?”

He proceeds to take a long sip from his milk before he flashes another smile at you, ignoring the many pairs of eyes that are now on the both of you.

“You didn’t have to do this…” You tell him uncertainly, still completely confused as to why he’s here, in your classroom, sitting next to you.

“Oh, you know I’d do anything for you,” he says a bit more loud than necessary.

You give him a weird look, and he leans in close to you.

“You know how we were pretending to be dating yesterday for the free cake?” He says, voice soft so only you can hear.

You nod.

“Well… The baker’s son goes to school with us, and might have told a few of his friends, who then told their friends… And now the whole school thinks we’re dating.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh.”

“And…” Felix begins. “I think we should pretend.”

“Really?” You say back.

He grins cheekily. “For the free cake, of course.”

You get the distinct feeling that he’s flirting with you.

“Oh, of course,” you say back, mock seriously.

You didn’t think it was possible for his smile to become even more bright, but somehow it does.

Then, he’s pushing himself out of the seat next to you.

“So, girlfriend,” he says loudly once again. “Would you like to accompany me to the cafeteria on this fine Wednesday?”

“I would love to...” you say, before adding on a bit late as everyone in the classroom gapes at the two of you, “...boyfriend.”

[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

Catching Lightning Chapter 3

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Peter Parker, MJ, Ned, Reader, and Flash

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: cursing, slight bullying

Author’s Note: I’m cranking out chapters left and right oml

Masterlist for this series!

Monday morning went off without a hitch. Lunch was when it started to get testy. All because of the asshole Flash. He decided today of all days was when he wanted to pick on Peter and your friends. You couldn’t give a flying shit if he picked on you because you honestly couldn’t care less about him but picking on your friends was an sure fire way to get you pissed. 

“Penis Parker! I didn’t know today was dress like a loser day-”

“Really? Because it seems that’s all you dress up as year round,” you fired at him before he could finish. His angry gaze slowly turned to you in your sweater that was way too big to be yours. You didn’t care what he had to say to you as you held his glare.

“You might want to take that back before-”

“Before what? You cry about it to your dad? You know you have Draco beat in the little bitch contest,” you didn’t know where all this new confidence was coming from but you liked it. Peter, Ned and even MJ were all staring at you with their jaws on the floor. Well not entirely for MJ she just had bit more interest in her ever steady stare than usual. Flash looked like an offended bird and strut away with his feathers all ruffled.

“Oh my gosh, y/n that was amazing,” Ned exclaimed clearly excited.

“You didn’t have to do that for me, now you’re on Flash’s radar,” Peter said with unease.

“I know that and you know that I hate that prick and he needed to be take down a few pegs. Plus I’d literally do anything for you guys even if that means having to deal with a million Flashs,” you stated with honesty.

“The world couldn’t deal with a million Flashs,” MJ piped in. That made you all laugh as the bell rang signifying that it was time to go to class. You all packed up your things and made your way to your classes. 

Chemistry 6th period was the worst. Flash was in this class and he was starting to stare a hole into the back of your head. The only good thing about this block is that Peter is in it. Being Peter’s lab partner consisted of writing down all the smart stuff that flew out of his mouth onto paper. Not that you weren’t smart too just that you weren’t smart in Chemistry but you had to pass this class to get into Zoology next year even though they had nothing to do with each other. Your thoughts were interrupted by snickered behind you that most definitely belonged to Flash. While the teacher wasn’t looking you flipped him off. Peter just watched the entire interaction with an emotion in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. Regardless you two continued to work on the assignment. 

At the end of class you were walking up to turn in your assignment and Flash was too. Well certainly nothing bad is going to happen you thought sarcastically to yourself. After handing the teacher the paper you were going back to your seat when Flash tripped you. You half fell, half caught yourself which ended up in you doing a weird step, dance move looking thing. All eyes were on you “hey it happens,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. You weren’t going to give Flash the satisfaction of being embarrassed. Everyone went back to whatever they were doing. Peter turned to you with worry evident in his eyes. “I’m fine Peter I couldn’t care less,” you tried to reassure him.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” he confessed.

“It is in no way your fault if I get hurt, which I won’t because I can handle myself. I’m a big girl I tie my own shoes and everything,” you joked trying to lighten the mood. He cracked a small smile. “Also it’s the end of the day and we won’t have to deal with Flash until tomorrow,” you threw in “so my apartment today or yours?” He thought for a second.

“Yours, hate to admit it but you have more movies than I do,” he answered. The bell rang for the last time that day and you two exited the school.

“Hey do you mind if we stop by Mr.Delmar’s before we head to my house? I want to pick up some snacks,” you asked him.

“Sure as long as we can get gummy bears,” he countered.

“Deal.” 

When you entered Mr.Delmar’s you were greeted by the middle aged man. “Y/n! Peter! It’s been too long, don’t tell me you found another store to buy food at?” he asked with fake sorrow. You and Peter laughed as you were walking to the candy isle.

“Of course not! We would never cheat on you right Peter?” you said turning to the boy who’s grabbing 3 packs of gummy bears.

“That’s right who else would smoosh down our sandwiches?” Peter added as you grabbed Kit-Kats and a bottle of Lemonade.

“Well that’s good to know since I saved these for you Ms.Y/L,” he said as he brought up two strawberry Kit-Kats from under the counter. You almost dropped everything in your hands as you rushed over to him. He took the snacks from your hands and started to put them in a plastic bag.

“You remembered! I can’t believe you got them for me!” you exclaimed. You told him about how Kit-Kats had other flavors besides chocolate and how you wanted to try everyone of them. You started to get out your money when he stopped you, confused you look up at him and he tells you its on the house. You try to argue but he ushers you out of the convenience store before you can try to change his mind. This just made your whole day, scratch that whole month! “That was really nice of him,” Peter remarked as he took in your thousand watt smile.

“I know right? Can you believe it? I need to pass on the good karma,” you said as you opened the strawberry Kit-Kat. You broke off a piece and handed it to him. He gladly took it but when your fingers touched you accidentally shocked him a little bit. Nothing too bad, it was like when you used to shuffle your socks on the carpet then chase him when you two were little. A baby shock if you had to describe it.

“Oi you got me,” he said surprise evident in his voice. He then proceeded to tease you about how you did the same thing when you were kids. Which in turn made you tease him about being a rounded face child while pinching his cheeks. He playfully swatted your hands away so he could eat the Kit-Kat. You reached your apartment and said hello to the doorman who’s name was Eddie. He greeted you as you handed him the lemonade before making your way with Peter to your floor.

“Why do you always buy your doorman a drink or food?” Peter asked.

“Well I was talking to him one time while I was waiting for my mom and he was talking about how he never really gets a break to go buy food since Jean quit. So whenever I buy food on the way to the apartment I get him something because his job keeps me safe and I want to show I’m grateful,” you explained while taking bites of your food. Peter right then and there felt his adoration for you grow. You were just so happy and cared for everyone. It made him just want to protect you more. That’s why he had to hide his secret from you. To protect you. That’s what he kept telling himself. It was to protect you. But what he didn’t know was you didn’t need his protection.

Tags: @stevieboyharrington @fandomlover03 @markusstraya @speggehi @thetimidsarcasticcat

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Transitions

I haven't written here in awhile so I will do my best to be up to date with things. 2 weekends ago, on Sunday of May 2, during the baby switch Lissandra needed to find a way to have some court papers served to Ricky. Since Ricky didn't have a permanent residence, having the papers served to him during the baby switch was the best time & place to get it done. Lissandra hired a server so he was waiting at the Highland Police Station. I informed Doug that when he does arrive, I will be dropping off the bags & the baby while he waits in the car. Once I return to my car, then he will be stepping out of the car to retrieve & that's when Doug can go to him to serve the papers. Right after Ricky got served, me & Doug met up with Lissandra at the parking lot by Baker's a few blocks down from the police station. After Doug completed some paperwork for Lissandra, me and her went to have lunch together at a Farmerboys in town, then we went to a Trader Joes in Redlands for her to get some shopping done. After she was done shopping, she took me home.

I attended the local psychobilly show on May 1 held at the Brick's Restaurant & Bar which was only 10 min. away from my work and Brenda's house. It was nice for her to be able to babysit while I was enjoy the show & photo shooting the bands. There were 7 bands total and I was extremely happy to be back doing what I love doing. Right after me & Lissandra hung out on that Sunday, I immediately started to work on the photos and uploaded videos from the show. I normally should be taking a nap on a Sunday evening, but I had energy to start editing my work. I think it's more meaningful that I was able to do this considering we're coming out of the pandemic slowly. I was surprised to have been told by Randy, one of the promotors of the show that he remembers me and thank me for my work at his show back on Mar. 2019. After all that time, I was really happy that he recognized my work. Everybody was basically happy and complimenting my work from the show. I had quite a few new followers on Instagram.

I also found out that by this time, Ricky is no longer with that new girl. So fast & so quick, I found out from my friend Anna that he was claiming that she was sexually texting another guy. G, that sounds awfully familiar. I wonder if he was already cheating on her or I wonder if that's just his excuse of leaving her or that she found out about how toxic Ricky truly is and decided to stop seeing him. Either way, it's good for her and it's good to me because now he's back to being single and not having a place to stay or live. Hahaha, to think that he was going to buy a house and have some kind of life with that girl and already he didn't last with her. It's great that Karma and the curse is working to my favor. He's suffering and now he's back to living with his sister Vanessa in San Bernardino. Since he is in town now, I was able to pick up my baby from him last Thursday at an earlier time before I had to drive to work which made it more convenient for me. I guess Ricky realizes right now I'm having the upperhand because he doesn't seem to have anybody, but his sister to help him. Anna has already chosen to block his phone number so that he wouldn't be able to text message her again. She was fed up with him still being in contact with her.

Before I get into meeting a new friend, I'm in the middle of a transition of finding a new attorney. I gave that male attorney a phone call to inquire about his services for my upcoming case against Ricky. Seems like he was really good and experienced dealing with Narcissists, the problem was that they wanted $6k down which I don't have. They don't have any payment plans either so I wasn't able to work with the guy since he's asking for too much at that moment. Wendy was researching for some other attorneys in my town and she found this lady Valdez so I gave her a call and had a consultation with her. So her firm does do payment plans and they are asking for $2k which is cheaper than the the first attorney I spoke to. I decided to wait to call them back to talk about payment plans once I get paid from my job. Marble was considerate enough to refund me my money because of the fact that I couldn't rely on Paul for much. He definitely isn't experience enough to deal with somebody like Ricky. Valdez seems to have a good vibe, she has experience dealing with narcissists also which is great. I'm truly hoping that the payment plan with her won't be higher than what I was paying for to Marble. I'm happy they refunded my money because that's already a little over $1k that I have paid them. Once we get this shit processed then we can get the ball rolling on my case and get her up to date on things.

So around May 4, I was getting ready to leave home from work and saw that one of my new followers of my work on Instagram was a guy I recognized from the show. Normally when somebody starts following me, I start following that person also. I saw that he had a lot of classic car photos so I liked a lot of them because I like cars, too. He ended up messaging me thanking me for the love. He said it's a long way drive from LA to San Bernardino, so I told him what?? You live in San Bernardino, too?? So I was happy that now I know somebody in my town lol! We ended up texting each other for the remainder of the evening all through the morning after I got home from work. It was extremely surprising to find out how much me and this guy had in common. His name is Trinidad, and he is 24 years old. He likes older women because he finds them more mature and easier to relate to compared to the other people around his age that he has to be around. I was honest with him from the beginning since he admitted to really liking me. I told him about my situation that I was going through with Ricky & how I have court coming up, and how I have to watch my baby when I have him towards the weekend. I only wanted to just be friends with him, but having him as company and being so physically affectionate, I took to the liking of reallly enjoying his company. He's been such a sweet heart to me. Although I still have my guard up, I haven't sense any type of negativity with Trinidad. He's pretty mature and smart for somebody as young as him. He works on classic cars and is probably the first rockabilly I ever messed around with. Although things moved fast, I totally enjoyed his company and wasn't looking for anything serious at the moment. I only wanted him as a friend, but his actions shows otherwise. I been allowing him to come over my place a few times & he was telling me how happy he's felt hanging out with me. I told him that I can't promise him anything at the moment because I'm still trying to get my shit together from the mess Ricky has created for me. He couldn't help but tell me that he really likes me a lot and the fact that we have a little too much in common, he realizes that he adores me and cares for me even though he claims not to be attached to me. It's so peaceful when he holds me in his arms and caresses my hair and kisses my head while I am sleeping. That is something I haven't experience with a man for too long. I wondered if this was the temporary fling that Cait spoke of in my reading? Although the temporary fling was suppose to come up during the Aug-Sept period. I wonder if that's still gonna apply for if this is what's going on right now, just happened a bit earlier than expected. I am enjoying the moment for the time being. What matters is that if things don't go the way he would want to, I wanted to make sure that we still can be good friends on good terms. He's been nothing but a sweetheart to me, it's felt so peaceful around him. We decided that we will be doing a private photo session together, we were gonna do it yesterday, but he was feeling a bad hangover from drinking that evening when he was at a car show. He was hanging out and speaking to car crew members at the show, he told me that 6 girls tried hitting on him. Trinidad is a very attractive young man and has a keen fashion sense. I told Trinidad to don't allow me to keep him from dating other girls, he said he didn't want to talk to them and that he just wants me. He wasn't feeling well enough to do the shoot yesterday, so we decided that we will do it following weekend. He's pretty photogenic, so he would make a great model for my work. I was truly looking forward to it so I can't wait until I can photo shoot him.

I also plan on wanting to attend the 2 day event in July. Brenda told me that some female, a family member has been causing drama and doesn't want certain people to be attending the family gathering which sounds so stupid & immature. Brenda will find out if they will still decide to hold the gathering in Arizona or if they may decide to change the family gathering location or the date. There's a chance that Brenda may not be attending the gathering in Arizona on May 16-17 because of that lady. If she decides to stay home, then at least I know that she can still watch my baby. Even if I decided to not attend the show, I would've still had to take a Friday off to watch over my baby, but Lissandra told me that her daughter would be free to babysit my baby if I need her to. I'm sure Sid & Guy really miss their little brother and they want to see him.

[clairelutra]

a year in review ♥

meme stolen from @isadorator!!! (also she stored all of her fic there and i stg as soon as i can rest i’m diving in ITADAKIMASU ♥)

January

puppeteer chapter 6 (aka that threesome one)

river flows in you

ladrien --- marichat-style

secret valentine --- the introduction

of all the things to start the year with //faceinhands

i think this was the ‘this is really fun but oh my god so exhausting and I HAVE STANDARDS TO LIVE UP TO NOW HE L P’ stage right here, feat. me losing my computer to hardware failure and continuing to attempt writing anyway :’D

(my biggest memory of this time is that i was writing an akumized!marinette fic in a private mobile browser window with gmail, of all places, and accidentally x’d out of the tab and lost like 5 hours of work :’D //never recovered from that whoops ;;;)

February

secret valentine!!!!

aka the month of proving that:

green smoothies really work for brainfuel

i am actually capable of (at least short-term) consistency

ladrien is Some Good Shit

spite really is the best motivator :��D

basically, i started following the ladrien tag and at least once a week someone would come up with a new meta about why Marichat Is Better Than Ladrien (often featuring, Ladrien Is Unhealthy and/or Ladrien Would Crash And Burn Fast, And Here Is Why), and do you know

as a ladrien shipper

how infuriating that was

the last straw was someone insisting that you really just couldn’t slowburn ladrien

and like

bitch?

p l e a s e.

(i fooled you all by acting sweet; this is who i really am :’D)

(i am absolutely the kind of person who would write the longest fic i’ve ever completed simply to slowburn it because someone said that it couldn’t be done :’DDDDDDD)

(fuck you, person whom i can no longer remember. i showed you.

...with this fic that you will never care to read, because i wrote it about your notp long after you’d voiced your thoughts about said notp :’D)

(#hallielogic)

March

no room for jesus

fun with friends and.... that’s about it

(o hai there, impending existential crisis >.>;;;;

it was a month of panic attacks and essays that were probably a lot less shit than my english professor wanted to tell me and do you know how hard that was for someone as anxiety-ridden and a-type as i am

do you)

April

ladrien --- wrong number

ladrien --- swim

ladrien --- hug

fake married au

boku no hero acadamia au

aka, the month where i found out how spiritbreaking it is to:

start to consistently fail to please not one, but two people you admire greatly

one of whom is your teacher and in charge of your grades

whose job it is to judge your writing

which is your Thing

who doesn’t like you, but is too pleasant to let it on to your face

while you’re dealing with abruptly losing the sympathy and patience of the one person you go to for emotional support (explanation: my mom went on hormone treatment and it fucked with her mood b a d)

while dealing with watching both of your parents’ heath deteriorate fast

april was h e l l  o n  e a r t h

fake married au was an emotional crutch that sort of kept me back from the brink, honestly :’D (look! see! i’m not a waste of existence! people like this thing i made!! see!!!)

(orz)

major, major s/o to @peridipshit and giselle (no tumblr that i know of ;;; ) for counseling me through more than one lunch-table breakdown :’D;;;

(now excuse me while i go find a paper bag ;;; )

May

aka the month of ‘i am too mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted to do jack shit, someone please put me out of my misery’

also the month bang bang on tumblr hit 1k notes!

June

no room for the devil

hope we don’t get caught kiss

pillow fight!

pillow fight! the second

a time travel snippet

July

get lucky

a bunch of 3 sentence/short fic aus that i’m not gonna link bc #lazy

aka the ‘well i’m not in that hellish situation anymore so i should be able to just bounce right back, right?’ stage followed by the ‘okay okay that didn’t work; let’s start smaller‘ stage

i still plan to finish get lucky someday --- maybe we’ll see how alive i am after spring semester :’D

August

more short au fics

scary sabine au

unnamed ladynoir flirting

abo au

sidekick au piece

genderbent au

pictured: me, pumping my fists and going ‘okay, okay, okayokayokay i can do this’

September

somebody loves you

mlnsfweek (unfinished, dang it)

ladynoir --- reunion

everybody talks

getting better, getting better

everything’s still pretty disconnected and i still couldn’t bring myself to commit to anything that’d take longer than a day, but... improvement (9′-’)9

October

beauxbatons au

enemies phineas and ferb au

stop desire

more break-taking /o/

getting used to writing on my phone to fill the long hours of boredom that had taken my schedule by storm \o\

(also, unseen, i joined the remix challenge and loved and hated it :’D

also also started being almost kindasorta able to take concrit again (after the hell of march/april), and so started working with mirth again for the first time in months ;; ♥ \o/!!)

November

yuri on ice fics~~

soulmate au

make ‘em blush

exorcist au

self-indulgent marichat/ladynoir

yet another enemies au

mari-the-oblivious-lesbian genderbent au

genderbent crack smut

d a n . Adrien ur bobbie s

two important things happened at once in this month:

1) f i n a l l y got a medication that seemed to agree with me??? after literal years of testing???? everything is brighter now holy shit???????

2) rp!!! with!!!!!! mirth!!!!!!!! :DDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

which of the above is to thank for my astonishingly good mood??? i have literally no idea

aaaalso i got to remix bully’s fic in the remix challenge and that was great and fun as heck????? holy shit :D

lowkey dipped into another fandom there for a lil bit, but got too frustrated with the source material and dropped it ;;;

tl;dr: all in all, november was pretty great

December

marichat kissing lessons

do it 2 me

high-class callgirl au

cap-inspired crack

cru-inspired adrinette fluff-crack

moooore enemies au

shake up christmas

gods and godesses au

not pictured: like, almost 20k of rp goodness :D

medication and rp continue to do the trick, i start back in on things i haven’t touched in ages (’i want the k’ memes and get lucky, specifically), and the aus keep coming

signed up for waaaay too much towards the end there and spent like a week on too much stress and f a r too much caffeine, but actually feel well enough these days to start seeking help when i need it?? amazing

idk, mild caffeine od aside, the year ended on a high note

Total Year’s Output: ao3 tells me that it’s 93,383 words, but that not including a bunch of stuff i never bothered to upload there, and/or are still in wip form

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

mmmmh, a little less? i was pulling a steady 10k a month towards the end of 2k15, which is when i started writing for real, but understandable, considering the whole mid-year mental breakdown and subsequent recovery :’D

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January 2016?

aus of any sort! like actual legit ‘let’s fuck shit up’ aus :D i’ve always wanted to, but always thought my tastes ran just too weird to pull any off in any readable, enjoyable format? the exorcist au and the gods and goddesses au are pretty good examples of the aus i come up with when left to my own devices, except that those are on the tame end of ‘weird’ for me :’D

also i’ve relaxed my rigid stance on ‘love square o n l y’ and dipped my toes into poly ships and things like adrialya, which i probably never would’ve done before :’D

What’s your favourite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest.

HOT MESS

HOT MESS IS MY MOST-ADORED CHILD

i’m still not 100% sure why, except that it’s got all my favorite lines and all my happy excitement and, looking back at it, it’s not phenomenal, b u t

it’s just??? got so much that i l o v e tied up in it

most of my favorite lines and really good memories and a dynamic i love and just.

it makes me so happy to have written it >/////< ♥

in things that i still love upon rereading, secret valentine is pretty up there tbh. somehow in all my stress to get it out and get it out good i... actually managed to hit a pretty sweet dynamic? idk i reread scenes from it sometimes and i still like it ♥

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?

i wanna see where i can go, if anywhere, with get lucky. i wanna see if i can finish it. i wanna know where it goes, goddamnit.

i also want to beat this year’s wordcount, if i can.

and, if i’m well enough in november, maybe take a shot at nanowrimo? //fingers crossed ♥

i’m looking forward to it ♥