#lunch club fanfiction

[a-sterling-rose]

Danny Phantom Writing Prompt: The Lack of a Hero Complex

Once Danny publicly shames Vlad into returning the status quo of Amity Park, Danny also stops ghost fighting.

The Human Trio and Vlad confront Danny about his lack of action. The Human Trio finally gets a taste of the sleep deprivation Danny experienced when he didn't want to burden them from their schedules while the property damage continued to tarnish Vlad's public reputation. Danny just laughs.

Sam, completely livid at the lack of reaction: Who’s going to protect the town, Danny?

Danny gets up from the couch and looks directly into Vlad's eyes: Yeah, Vlad, how do you plan on protecting your town?

Danny lightly chuckles while he goes down to the lab where the Fenton Parents were working. He was just gonna play on the family computer while his Dad would boast about their latest idea.

The human trio:

Vlad:

When the ghosts who come to directly harass Danny, he decides he just needs to be completely honest with each of them.

Danny: Listen, I'll admit I kinda had fun with the bantering, but I want to focus on better things now. I was never really interested in any of you.

The Ghosts:

The results?

Vlad has to set up legit ghost detectors all over the city and properly hire the Fentons for protection. Vlad hoped that the hiring would gain him favor from Maddie, but he finally got to see how she really was compared to his idealized version. Their constant public damages made Vlad's reputation even more tarnished, and their lack of change despite him personally talking to them about it makes him grow equal resentment towards both of them. It gets to the point where Vlad just sets up the same ecto repellent he uses to keep ghosts from escaping his portal back in Winsconsin. The extra paperwork he has to do now governing is not worth the mess he caused. Political power wasn't as worth it as he thought it would be.

The Human Trio gave Danny the cold shoulder for a while, but that just gave him some well needed alone time to raise his grades. He even finally got to join the astronomy club like he planned before the portal accident. They were a very chill group and welcomed him to sit with them at lunch, so he was never alone. Dash tried to start their usual routine, but that was immediately hauled by the club leader.

Dash wasn't clever enough to figure out how to respond to being called 'Pussy Lips' by a girl, so he just kinda sulked away.

Dash will say the occasional snarky comment, but he never bring himself to get too close to Danny after a club member told Danny to tell Dash and the other football players they could take turns sucking him off after their club meeting. Dash just wasn't clever enough to get things back to normal.

Though the club members weren't A-listers, they weren't at the bottom, so Danny social life became better.

The Human Trio tried to continue on like before, but they were soon caught ghost hunting by the Fentons. There was no punishment, just overactive excitement, seeing they were finally interested in Ghost Hunting. Now, having to join the Fentons whenever there was a ghost detected, the fun of it is zapped away for them, making the tiredness not worth it anymore. The three eventually apologized to Danny, which he accepts, and the group finally accepts the new changes.

There are many things that can upset a ghost, but the universal act that can anger any core is being ignored. Even with the ecto repellent, the stronger ghosts manage to get through and try to get Danny's attention. The boy always just texts Vlad about how he sucks at his job and to take care of the disruption. The ghost eventually pick up that their violent outburst aren't working, so it gets to the point that they try to get his attention another way.

They tried to coax him with things they believed he liked. It is comparable to how Hyper Cat-lovers try to get a shy cat to love them.

Lunch Lady offers him a freshly made meal when he's low on money one day. He thanks her but says he had a big breakfast.

Ember tries to act like their best friends in front of the A-listers, so Danny will become more popular at school. He greets her but continues on his stroll like she was a typical citizen.

Technus offers to give Danny the answer key to all the tests for his classes, but he denies this offer instantly. He'll never cheat on a test ever again.

It got to the point that Skulker said he would drop the promise of getting Danny's pelt if he just let him see his ghostly form. Creeped out, Danny just backed away. He was thankful Valerie was close by.

Box Ghost actually got somewhere when he offered a three-dimensional solar system model. It was in a box he had, so Box Ghost offered it to Danny. He accepted it as the one in the club was showing its age.

This seemed to make these random ghost visits even more frequent. Danny guessed Box Ghost bragged about his 'accomplishment'.

Basically, the ghosts' obsession to defeat Danny changes to them wanting his attention. Vlad’s obsession becomes solely focused on Danny as he just finds Maddie and Jack so annoying now. Like, Vlad just wants to get custody of Danny and get the hell out of Amity Park. He doesn't even want to kill the Fentons now out of fear that they will become ghosts.

After the Ember incident, the A-listers kept trying to buddy up to him. However, Danny learned how they really were, so he just treated them the way he treated ghosts. Now, it seemed they were just as desperate.

Danny will turn into Phantom only when it's necessary, that or he's in the mood to fly. The downside to this change is that whenever he does transform, he always has an entourage of attention-starved ghosts following behind him. He can't even imagine how things would be if he went to the Ghost Zone.

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[e1izaaxkles]

Hiiii

Okay but like...imagine you notice weird things going on around your apartment...things go missing, stuff is moved, little things like that, but you don't think much of it. But then imagine you wake up one night to a noise and you see this tall figure standing at the end of your bed going through things on your vanity. The figure hears you and turns around before pinning you down with his large hand clamped around your mouth. (I can't decide if you should know Ted or not so you can decide that). He ends up fucking you, lots of "I've been waiting for this for so long." "I'm gonna make you so happy." "All mine now." "My little dolly". You know, cute shit like that. (Also IDK how you'd want to incorporate this but i'm also like imagining that scene in The Boy where the dude has the girls dress and like recreated her on his bed?) Anyway, name of Jesus Christ, Amen

I’m gonna do what I did in Stalker and make reader a fan but she isn’t an insomniac??? Howwww???

“Wait, how did you get in?”

Ted Nivison x afab!reader

MDNI I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN

You are having a normal day, taking a shower at 9, doing skincare, going back into your room, and watching Ted Nivison’s videos on your laptop until 11 then going to sleep. You wake up from a nice dream a sex dream at about 4 or 5 am. You look ahead of you and see a tall figure rummaging through your stuff. “Wha-“ You start but you're too tired to finish your sentence. It could just be a delusion, right? “Hello, sweetheart.” You hear come from the tall man. He sounds like Ted Nivison.. You think. “Are you Ted Nivison?” You ask, being too sleepy to even care. “Why don’t you find out?” He chuckles softly as he comes closer to you. You can see the reflection from the window off his glasses and your eyes widen. “The fuck? Why are you in my house?” “I didn’t expect you to say that.” “Then what did you expect?” You rub your eye tiredly. “Well, I expected you to have a fangirl moment. You do have pictures of me everywhere.” He says as he opens his arms as if offering a hug. In his right hand, you see him holding a pair of your lacy panties that your friend had bought you for your 18th birthday. Ted crawls into your bed and pins you down as if you were going to try and run. Like, dude? You’re too tired, duh. You wake up a little more and realize the situation more. “If I fall asleep you can continue whatever you started.” You say to him as a smirk appears on his face. “Whatever you say, princess.” He says as he nips at your neck. You put your hands under his shirt and pull it over his head, discarding it to the floor. He does the same to your shirt and starts to nip at the new bare skin. A couple of whines leave your mouth which motivates him to leave marks. What feels like only a few seconds pass and both of you are naked, he’s lying on his back as you look at him with tired, almost innocent eyes. His large hand cups your cheek and his thumb rubs the skin there. You lean into his touch, almost falling asleep. “Stay with me, darling.” He whispers. “Mm..” You mumble out as his hands move to your hips, he then flips you around so you’re on your back underneath him. He puts the tip to your entrance and slowly pushes forward, loving the way you whimper at the pleasure. He pushes all the way in in one swift movement making you let out a whine. “Fuck- so tight..” Ted groans out. “T-Teddy- please-“ You whine out as he starts slow thrusts, letting out groans of your name or how wet you are. “Been waiting for this for so long, gonna make you so much more happy than that last douche- fuck.” He says as his thrusts pick up pace and your moans grow louder. “Fuck!- S-so close- please, Teddy!” You moan out, you definitely weren’t falling back asleep now. “Fuck- gonna cum!” You let out an almost pornographic moan making Ted’s eyes widen and lips part slightly. “Cum for me, darling.” He says into your ear as you clench down on him, cumming on his cock. This throws him over the edge and he cums inside you, pulling out and moving down to your cunt that’s leaking with yours and his mixed cum. “My little dolly now, mine too play with whenever I want.” He mumbles as he licks a stripe up your clit before sucking on it, moans leaving your mouth as your hands meet his hair, you feel two of his huge fingers enter you, even louder moans coming out of your mouth now. “Fuck- Ted!” He looks up at you and the sight almost makes you cum on the spot. His fingers go quick inside you drawing loud moans and whimpers from your mouth. You cum on his fingers and he works you through it before pulling his fingers out of you and sucking your cum off, lapping up any last bit he didn’t get. He gets up and walks into your bathroom, getting a rag and cleaning the two of you up. He then goes over to your dresser and pulls out some clean clothes for you and getting in his bag for his own clothes- was he planning this? He walks back over to you and helps you get dressed and then he’s dressed himself. He crawls into bed beside you and pulls you into him. “I love you, Y/n.” “I love you too, Teddy.” You close your eyes to go to sleep. “Wait- how did you get in?”

[h0usehlpp0]

Your Graduation

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woah woaah lunch club fanfiction? in 2023? thats crazy i know, im reuploading from ummm my ao3 giggles

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It was mid June, the school year was coming to an end and there sat a group, Travis, Schlatt, Noah, Ted, Cooper, and Charlie. A group of seniors everyone at their small high school that everyone always sees together, but right now it’s the evening of grad day, they’ve all walked across the stage, they all had their respective parties with family, celebrating a big milestone. Now the skies turning red and pink, and they’re all sat in the back of Ted’s truck on an old back road surrounded by fields, Coopers car parked next to the truck, they all got their respective drinks and had just finished passing around a blunt.

“So.. We did it.”

Noah says, sipping on his red solo cup filled with god knows what. Cooper lets out a breathless laugh and nods, looking at the setting sun. “My dad really didn’t think i’d graduate. No one did.” Cooper was a known stoner in their small town, a lot of their group were, but coopers dad was, to put it simply, a major fucking asshole. Everyone had something to push for;

Cooper wanted to prove his dad wrong, become something more than a drop out.

Noah wanted to get away from his alchie mom.

Travis wanted to get away from the school, the teachers.

Schlatt wanted to get away from his brother who was a piece of shit and his guardian.

Ted wanted to get out of their small ass hick town.

Charlie wanted to get away from foster care.

They all just wanted to get away.

This town fucked them up, it was a fight to survive, it was sneaking out during the night and meeting at the old run down playground because one of them didn’t feel safe at home whether it was because of the adults they lived with or it was because of themselves. They fought to keep each other above water, and now they’re getting closer to the shore.

“What now?” Travis asks, looking around at all the other boys, the people he grew up with, his best friends, his family.

“Well… Why don’t we leave?” Charlie says easily, with a shrug. “Leave? We can’t just leave, can we?” The curly haired brunette asks, bewildered.

“I mean, we’re all 18, we’re all graduated, none of us have anymore commitments here. We could!” Charlie says, smiling brightly as he explains it all.

Ted sat silently watching the exchange, looking over at Schlatt silently before nodding at his friends. “We can, we could load up all our vehicles as much as we can with basics, grab our important shit and we could leave tonight?”

Schlatt grins, a shine in his eye that hasn’t been seen in a while. “Let’s fuckin do it.”

“Wh- Really? We- We can just, leave?” Travis asks, awe in his eye, excitement in his voice.

“Let’s do it.”

And so, that’s exactly what they did, they all packed a suitcase and a backpack full of basics things they would need and they were gone. Ted, Cooper and Schlatt all had their own vehicles, so they divided. Travis rode with Schlatt, Charlie rode with Ted and Noah rode with Cooper, sitting on a call all together, not sure where they were all going but god did they feel alive. Soon everyone had gone quiet and was focused on driving, but in Schlatts truck Travis was watching the stars as Schlatt drove. Travis looked at the taller boy.

“Will you miss it?” He asks, his voice soft as he looks ahead, seeing coopers car in front of Schlatts on the highway.

“Miss what?” Schlatt asks, he wants out and he knows they all had, to be frank, a shit time growing up there.

“The good times, and maybe the bad. Like… you and Noah’s robot club and going to watch Charlie ‘n Ted’s theatre plays and Cooper’s slam poetry and just… The good y’know?”

Schlatt nods, smiling weakly, a hole in his chest there. “I- Yeah Trav, I will miss it. But we’ll find somewhere that feels even more like home.”

The smaller man nods processing his words, “yeah, you’re right.”

Then the two fell into a silence.

Minutes turned to hours, everyones passengers were asleep, but the sun was beginning to rise, enjoying their peace. But soon, the peace was interuppted by Teds phone buzzing over and over, then Schlatt’s and so on. Cooper looked at his phone, seeing it was his parents, and just declining. The blonde thought about his life so far, he’s freshly graduated, god and now he basically fucking ran away with his friends?

At least he’s with people who cares, they don’t care if he smokes, or if he can’t control his impulse or if he isn’t that good at math.

They care if he’s safe and if he’s taking care of himself;

They care about him.

After about an hour everyone’s phones stopped buzzing.

Then after another hour they find a small city to stop at, to take a break for breakfast. Everyone parks and gets out to go into the small cafe, everyone orders their breakfast.

From afar it looks like a group of teen boys that look a mess, eyebags and messy hair.

But if you knew them, they look happier than they ever have been.

They look free.

They may not know where they’re going but they’re always home with each other.

[haikyu-mp4]

Kindle

word count; 394 – f!reader

You leaned your bum on the desk beside Tsukishima’s, since the original desk owner had long gone to get some lunch. Tsukki was once again reading on his Kindle, and you squinted to catch some words that didn’t give you much of a clue as to what it was about.

“What’s the latest fanfiction you got there, Suckyshima?” you cooed, leaning one arm behind you on the desk to get comfortable. You also knew it made your skirt rise slightly, so you locked your ankles together and swung your legs cutely to ensure his eyes went there when turning to you.

“I’ll have you know this is the latest scientific paper by the great-” he stopped when his eyes finally made the journey from your legs to your free hand, which was moving like a bird's mouth with every word he said.

“Yeah, yeah.” You got off and leaned both arms on his desk instead, which made him lean back with a defiant look on his face. You kept smiling. “I was just chatting you up, doll.”

Tsukki huffed under his breath, looking out the window instead so you wouldn’t see his smile. He wasn’t sure how to answer either, how to make your cheeks flush like you so confidently made his.

The day before, Tsukki had told his brother that there was one topic he hadn’t found any well-sourced papers on, and he wondered if he could lead him in the right direction.

Imagine the shock on Akiteru’s face when his closed-off brother asked him how to woo a girl he likes.

“How is your club project going?” he finally asked you.

Your head tilted slightly. The cocky edge seemed to leave your expression and was replaced with a softness he decided he liked even more.

“You can get very lost in your own thoughts, Kei. Make sure she knows you care about the stuff she does. Even the stuff that isn’t particularly logical to you.”

“It’s great, actually! I uh-” You stood up properly, pointing over your shoulder. “I was wondering if you would help me with it, just didn’t know how to ask. I know it’s not your area of expertise, but I could use an extra set of hands.”

Tsukki turned off the Kindle, getting up and smoothing out his uniform. “Of course. Let’s make it the class’ best one.”

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[sunflowerrosewood]

Jealousy Can Be a Burden ~ Tsukishima Kei

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings - some minor cursing but nothing explicit

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You and Tsukishima were known to be closem You two grew up together for many years into Karasuno. You two were tied at the hip and then Yamuguchi joined. Your duo became a trio in elementary school. You remember when Tsukishima was cheerful around his brother but you also remember when he lost that spark. During that time, you tried to be comfort for him. He tended to snap at you.

When the three of you started at Karasuno, the trio began to turn into a duo. You began to blossom in your own way by joining a club surrounding your favorite activity while Yamuguchi and Tsukishima stuck with volleyball. That didn't mean you didn't come and support, you just weren't around as much.

Actually you hung around Yamuguchi more often because he would wait for you after your club and go to lunch with you. You two also were paired for a history project and found a lot of your time together. This lead to Yamuguchi learning about your crush on Tsuki. You two were at lunch and it came up.

"So Y/n, when are you coming to a practice? I usually see you at games but not too many practices." Yamuguchi asked.

"I don't want to be a distraction and it seems when I do show up, Tsuki would rather me leave. I don't want to be a bother to him." You said.

"A bother to Tsuki? I don't think that's what you'll be but why worry about that? Do you like Tsuki?" He asked as your face flushed a bright cherry red. "You do like him!"

"Shush Yamuguchi... Not so loud!" You exclaimed.

"That explains so much Y/n! Are you going to tell him?"

"No way! We've already grown a bit apart. There's no way he likes me back."

What you did not know was that Tsukishima did like you. A lot. He did not want to like you because that brought up complicated feelings. He would rather just know you as a childhood friend - nothing more. But watching you grow up beside him and more of you began to shine, he felt his heart quicken. Suddenly he wanted you to be by his side not anyone else. He even felt his heart clench when he saw you and Yamuguchi together. He usually played harder during practice if he was against Yamuguchi. Others would be shocked by this but Yamaguchi knew what was going on.

It was a week after this incident that Yamaguchi asked you to stop by and he could hand over his portion of the history project. A major game was coming up so he couldn't meet at lunch so you ended up here. You walked to the practice area and noticed the team was practicing. Yamaguchi was on the side.

"Y/n! You made it." Yamaguchi exclaimed as you ran over to him.

"I did! I came over as soon as I could. Hope you weren't waiting too long." You said as Yamaguchi chuckled.

"I wasn't waiting long. We are practicing for a while anyways." As Yamaguchi finished his sentence, you heard a loud hit and made you jump. Tsukishima had hit a ball.

"He doesn't usually hit. He usually guards?" You asked as Yamaguchi shrugged his shoulders.

"We've been getting practice in other ways. Let me grab my other part of the project."

As you waited for Yamaguchi to get back from his bag, you heard a huff behind you. You turned and Tsukishima was behind you.

"Hey Tsuki. How have you been?" You said softly.

He brushed past you and grabbed his water. He wasn't looking at you and rather was staring at the net. You weren't sure if he was lost in thought or was ignoring you. Yamaguchi came back and handed you his paper.

"Here's my other half of the project. We should be good on this. You can call me if you need any help or I can meet you after practice too?"

"I'll call you if I need help Yamaguchi. I don't think it will be that hard to combine both parts." You said as you heard another huff. You turned and Tsuki was still not looking at you but his frown had deepened.

"Hi! I'm Hinata. Who are you?" You heard a loud voice say and turned to see a bright orange haired guy behind you.

"I'm Y/n. Sorry I'm here to get the other half of my project with Yamaguchi." You said as Hinata held his hand out.

"Nice to meet you! It's okay. We don't have many visitors. Did you two know each other before Karasuno?" Hinata asked and shook your hand.

"How about we focus on practicing rather than some girl that Yamaguchi is paired with?" Tsukishima growled.

"Tsukishima you know we grew up with Y/n before this. No need to be hostile." Yamaguchi said as Hinata's eyes sparkled.

"You grew up with them?!" Hinata exclaimed.

Before you could say anything, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and you were being dragged outside. You stumbled a bit trying to keep up. You noticed it was Tsukishima with a cold look on his face. You stumbled again which made it where Tsukishima could kabedon you against the wall outside.

"Tsukishima I didn't know all that would happen."

"Y/n why did you show up?"

"To get the other half of the project. Yamaguchi said he couldn't meet earlier so he offered me to run by practice." You said in a shocked tone.

"Is that the only reason?"

"Tsukishima I don't know what you're getting at."

"Of course you have no clue. You act so oblivious to those around you." He growled this and looked into your eyes. You could tell he was angry and hurt.

"What is going on Tsuki?"

"Y/n are you dating Yamaguchi? Do you like him?"

"No! We're just friends like usual and that's the only way I would see him."

"Then why are you around him so much and always seem to gravitate to him? You appear to be with him by this."

"Tsuki I don't like him like that. I like someone else. We just hang out a lot since we have lunch together. What is going on?"

"I hate seeing you with him and looking so happy. Looking so damn perfect with him. You rarely hang with me anymore or see me. It's like I became a ghost to you."

"Tsuki do you miss me?"

"No" He looked away from you and a blush formed.

"Tsuki if it helps in anyway, I like you. I would rather be with you but you seemed to be so focused on volleyball. I didn't want to be a bother."

"Y/n you like me?"

You watched as Tsukishima began to recognize what you said. His eyes widened and he looked down to you. You felt a blush began to form. Before you said anything, he dipped down quickly to kiss you. You kissed back immediately. The kiss felt like strong passion and longing for you. It also felt like some heat behind it as if the anger before went into the kiss. As you were kissing back, you realized he was jealous. You broke the kiss.

"Were you jealous Tsuki?" You asked as immediately he blushed.

"No. Shut up." He said as you chuckled. You stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. He rolled his eyes but began to smile softly.

"You're the one I want Kei. No one else." You said as he ruffled your hair.

"And you're who I want to Y/n. Meet me after practice?" He asked as you nodded your head.

You two didn't notice Yamaguchi and Hinata watching from the side. Both were grinning and Yamaguchi handed Hinata his favorite snack. The two of you shared a brief kiss before Tsukishima returned to practice.

[hippiegoth97]

Be Kind, Rewind: Eddie Munson x Reader

Collage by Me :)

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A/N: Hey, everybody! I've decided to start posting my Eddie Munson one-shots on here. This one is the first ever story I wrote, both for Eddie and fanfiction in general. It's been edited a couple of times, and may still be a bit rough compared to my current work. But I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Description: You work with Steve and Eddie in the video store while Robin is off at summer camp. You like Eddie a lot, but you've never pursued him out of fear. Lucky for you, he has other plans...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Smut, swearing, female reader, drug use, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, praise/degradation

Word Count: 4k

Divider by @strangergraphics-archive

Be Kind, Rewind

"Alright, for 3 rentals your total is $8.50." You say to the mother struggling to keep her child at bay at the register. He's squirming from her grasp, with a mysterious, sticky substance around his mouth. The woman lets him go in order to reach into her purse. He immediately runs around the corner, headed straight for the candy display. He almost rams directly into it before he's scooped up by your supervisor, Steve Harrington.

"Whoa there, little guy! Looks like you've had enough sugar today. Let's get you back to your mother." Steve walks over and plops the child down. He almost makes yet another run for it, but the transaction is through and the woman wraps her arm around her son to keep him close.

"Thank you, young man! He has just been a terror today. His father dropped him off this morning after letting him go ballistic on a Hershey bar."

"No problem at all, ma'am, have a good day!" Steve replies. And with that, the mother and son walk out the door.

"I see why you get labeled by your friends as 'the babysitter'. You're really good with kids. You'll be a great dad someday, I'm sure." You say with a semi-sarcastic tone. He fixes you with a glare.

"Yeah, whatever. Stop slacking and take these returns in the back to rewind. Eddie is no help, he's probably lighting up in there right now."

"Yes sir!" You salute, which earns you a middle finger from Steve. "I'll whip that freak into shape for you too. Fuck knows I hate pulling more than my fair share of the weight." But that isn't exactly true. You’ve always had a thing for Eddie, ever since you were in school with him. You had talked a few times over the years, but soon enough you were swept up in your own interests. He was running the Hellfire Club, and you were too focused on your studies to have any free time for fun. You found yourself staring at him at lunch though, and he'd always looked right back with a smirk on his handsome face. But you never did anything more. It seemed like you both were worlds apart, even though it was just the opposite end of the cafeteria. But in this job you were lucky enough to get, you are in close proximity to Eddie almost every day.

You still stare sometimes, and you are far from subtle. Neither of you go any further than looks or the occasional teasing remark or small conversation. You wish you had the courage to make a move, but despite his perceived interest in you, you’re afraid he’ll reject you if he knows your true feelings. Sure, he plays around and makes somewhat off-color remarks. But those don’t mean anything, right? Eddie does that with everybody. You're not special to him, right? You spend far too much time trying to convince yourself he doesn't mean anything by what he says around you, thinking it would be crazy for him to like you that way, or at all. It's just a game for him, you always tell yourself. It has to be. You sigh, trying to shake these thoughts away and focus on your task.

You grab the stack of returns, and walk from behind the counter to the back room. Before you open the door marked 'Employees Only', you notice the smell of weed and even see smoke peeking out the bottom of the door. You sigh, rolling your eyes at Eddie's usual antics and pushing the door open, struggling to keep hold on the videotapes. As you walk inside, you ram right into Eddie's chest, causing the tapes to crash onto the floor. "Shit." You mutter, and scramble to pick them back up.

"Oh, shit. Sorry Y/N. Lemme help." Eddie kneels down to gather some tapes. He also picks up the blunt he dropped in your collision, quickly putting it out and into his pocket.

"It's the least you can do, Munson. You know, it wouldn't kill you to do some actual work for once. But I see you have more important things to do." You're not really angry, you're more embarrassed for looking clumsy in front of him. You stand, putting yourself above him.

"Yeah, yeah, save it. I hear enough of that from Harrington already. I know you're not that much of a stickler for rules anyways. You sure do like to pretend though." He looks at you from the floor, reaching up to give you the last tape. A devilish smirk plays on his lips. He really enjoys teasing you, pushing your buttons. It's like he gets off on seeing your face scrunch in quick protest.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Once again, your face goes into that grumpy scrunch he finds so adorable. You cross your arms, acting annoyed.

"It means, Y/N, that you act like the perfect citizen. Good grades, never late, hardworking, blah blah blah." He stands now. Putting that final tape on the table next to the rewinding machine. "But we both know about the looks you liked to steal in the cafeteria at lunch. Those same looks you still like to take now. You are no innocent girl, Y/N."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You lie, cheeks turning bright red. He takes note of your reaction, and presses further. He steps closer to you slowly with each word, eyes staring into yours, until his mouth is just centimeters away.

"Oh, come on, princess." You shiver at the nickname, which he also takes note of. "It's not polite to lie. I get it, you've lived a sheltered life. You feel like you can't waste any time on an asshole like me. Too many reasons not to. You have a bright future waiting for you, right?" He moves his head past yours to speak right into your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek. You freeze, how close he is to you sets your skin aflame. He then speaks quietly, "You wanna know what I think, darling? I think you don't like being a goody-goody at all. I think you're just waiting. Waiting for the right reason to come along for you to break all the rules." He pulls back to look in your eyes, still smirking.

You just stare back in shock, but you're also extremely turned on. You've always wanted to pursue something with Eddie. But he’s right. You don't have time. At least, you think you don't. After the summer, you’re off to college, the first in your family to make it out of this town. But what about before that? The summer has just begun, surely you've earned some fun after years of pounding knowledge into your brain. You’ve earned this, deserve it, even. And Eddie seems more than willing to give it to you.

"You're right." You say simply. His grin somehow gets even wider. You contemplate what to say next, not wanting to give in to him so easily. You're smarter than that. You keep your expression stern, playing a game."You are an asshole." His face falls, and it hurts to see him look like that. You immediately regret that decision.

"Sorry." He turns away from you, grabbing a tape to rewind in the machine. "I guess I read you all wrong. I won't do that again." His tone is soft, sad. He's disappointed, and it's now that you realize he truly likes you. You never really thought about it that way, he always comes off so smug. You just wanted to toy with him the way he seems to do so with you. You have to fix this and fast, otherwise you've blown your chance.

"Oh jesus fucking christ, Eddie! If I would've known you liked me back like that, I wouldn't have said that. I was just messing around, teasing you back. You just act so damn smug all the time, I didn't want to give you the satisfaction so easily." You walk to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tenses for a moment, and then relaxes, sighing. He turns to you again, a smaller smile this time.

"You sneaky little shit. I ought to punish you for that." His hand comes up to hold yours. His ringed fingers rub gently over yours, the cool metal making you shiver again. He chuckles at your reaction.

"So do it then." You look into his eyes, you're the one smirking now. He just stares at you a moment, seemingly genuinely shocked to hear you say something like that. Then he once again starts grinning like an idiot.

"As you wish, princess." He says as he pulls you into him, smashing his lips onto yours. You kiss him back, biting his lip after a moment. He grunts slightly, letting you slip your tongue in his mouth. He guides you backwards until you're against the wall. His lips move to your neck. He licks a long stripe from your collar bone to below your jaw, making you moan. In response, he starts sucking and biting your neck, being spurred on further by any whimpers or whines you let out.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan out, causing him to stop a moment to look at you.

"I like when you say my name, darling." He resumes his work on your neck, on the other side this time. He also brings his hands up to grab your breasts. You are loving this, but you want more.

You push him away for a moment, and he looks at you, confused. "I just want to take this off." You say as you start to lift your top over your head. Eddie assists you, and strips himself of his own. You take a moment to look at his toned chest, his tattoos, and it makes you melt.

"Like what you see, princess?" You blush as he's caught you staring again. You snap out of your trance and pull him back to you, lips colliding again. You run your hands along his arms, up and down his chest. In turn he grabs your breasts again, massaging them gently. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He breaks away to lean down to your breasts. He kisses them sloppily and takes one of your nipples in his mouth.

"Eddie!" You gasp, your hands going into his hair. He nips on your sensitive bud, making you whine, and then he moves onto the other one. Your hands travel down to his jeans, you can feel how hard he is for you. You palm him through the material, and his breath hitches slightly.

"Eager, are we?" He asks, slightly muffled against your chest. He lifts his head up, eyes meeting yours again. He takes a moment to look deep into them. He brings his right hand gently to your face, the thumb brushing across your cheek. His gaze makes you feel so exposed, nevermind the fact that you’re completely topless. This moment seems to last hours, but you could also stay like this forever. "I've always liked you, you know." He says finally.

"I can see that." You say jokingly, Eddie rolls his eyes. "I've always liked you, too. I wish we would've done this so much sooner." You look down, feeling even more exposed somehow. He lifts your chin to regain eye contact.

"Hey now, darling. Don't hide that pretty face from me. And technically speaking, we haven't started much of anything yet." His smile is light and kind this time. "And we don't have to rush into anything if you don't want to." He tries to search your face for an answer, as your mouth is stuck in place. "I'm gonna need you to use your words, Y/N. What do you want?"

You can't help but struggle to get the words out. "I want you, Eddie. All of you. Please?" You don't mean for that last part to sound so desperate, you know it just feeds his ego. But you can't help it. You've tasted Eddie and you want more.

"Then all of me you will get, dollface." He kisses you again, softer this time, slower. He moves you again, to the counter next to the rewinding machine, lifting you onto it. His tongue roams down your jaw, neck, chest, his body lowering with it. He's on his knees now,  his hands making quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. You lift yourself slightly so he can pull them down, along with your panties. "Well damn, princess. So wet for me already?" He gazes with wonder at your glistening pussy. You blush a bit at his words, almost reaching your hands up to hide your face. Eddie stops you, holding your wrists. "Don't try to hide from me, darling. Be a good girl for me." You felt yourself become wetter from his words, good girl. "You like when I call you that?" He looks up at you for confirmation.

"Yes, Eddie." You say, your voice is a little shaky.

"I'll keep that in mind." With that, he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh, fuck, Eddie!" You cry out. Your hips buck slightly, but Eddie holds them down.

"I love hearing those beautiful noises from you, baby. But I don't think either of us want to get caught fucking on the job by Harrington, do we? Just try to stay quiet for me, okay?" You nod in agreement, biting your index finger to suppress your moans as Eddie resumes his work on your dripping cunt. He licks your entrance, occasionally inserting his tongue, moaning at how sweet you taste. You've had this done to you before, but that’s nothing compared to Eddie. He starts sucking on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. His middle finger going inside you, pumping in and out at an agonizing pace. You moan and whine for him, and he's eating up every moment of it. He moans against your clit, the vibrations pushing you closer and closer. You're seeing stars when he puts in a second finger, curving and pumping them in and out expertly.

"Oh fuck, oh, Eddie!" You feel the knot inside you snap, and you release onto his face and fingers. You do your best to hold the scream back, your hand clasped tightly over your mouth. Your hips buck violently and your legs shake as you ride out your high. Eddie slides his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips as he stands up. You watch as he shoves them fully into his mouth, sucking them clean. He keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, and you can't help but feel soaking wet for him again.

"Mmm, you taste delicious, Y/N. And you were such a good girl for me." He says as his fingers leave his mouth with a pop. He kisses you once again, and you taste yourself on his bruised lips. You take this as your signal to stroke Eddie's cock through his pants to give him a turn. He groans slightly, moving to your neck to suck harshly on your flesh. You’re sure to have marks before he’s done with you. You start fiddling with his belt, and he stops. He moves your hands and helps you out, undoing the belt and zipper clumsily. He pulls his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free, hitting his stomach. Out of instinct, you slide off the counter and onto your knees. You grab the base of him, and take his head into your mouth. He groans again, and it’s quickly becoming your favorite sound.

"Mmm." You moan as you swirl your tongue around the head, your hand stroking the rest of him. You take him as deep as you can, surprising yourself when you fit him all the way in. He mutters curses under his breath as you bob your head on him, licking swirls around his length the whole time.

"Fuck, Y/N" He rasps. "Such a good girl for me." His praises make you more and more wet every time he utters them. You could hear them a million times, and be left wanting to hear them a million more. You can feel his balls tightening, he's so close to cumming. "Y/N, sweetheart. Stop or I'll cum." He says quietly. You remove yourself from him, standing up again. "You are a goddess at that, baby. But I have a feeling we'll both enjoy something else even more." He lifts you back onto the counter, slowly rubbing his cock against your clit and folds. You both moan quietly at this action, and he lays you down while kissing you. He pulls away, preparing to position himself. "Are you ready, darling?" He asks, seeming genuinely nervous about your answer. He truly wants to please you, but only if you let him.

"Yes, Eddie. Please, just fuck me already." Again, you sound so desperate, which you are. But you can't help but love the smirk he gives you in response.

"Anything for you, princess." And with that, he pushes into you, causing you both to groan at the sensation. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, trying to keep himself together, despite how perfect you feel around his dick. You kiss him passionately to signal him to start moving. And when he does, he starts real slow. Carefully pumping in and out of you, teasing almost. He's in no rush, he just wants you to feel comfortable.

"As amazing as you feel right now, Eddie, I need you to go faster." You look in his eyes, practically begging him to make you unable to walk for a week.

"Your wish is my command, Y/N." He begins to snap his hips, plunging into you at a punishing pace. He hits your g-spot easily and expertly. You moan his name over and over, feeling the knot rapidly forming again. He moans too, your name and the phrase 'good girl' falling from his lips. "Is it okay if I try something?" He asks while thrusting at almost inhuman speed.

"Yes, Eddie. Do whatever you want to me. I want it all." You beg, and he brings his ringed hand to your throat. He wraps around it gently, squeezing ever so slightly, gauging your reaction. You moan loudly in response, looking at him with lust and hunger in your eyes. He smiles at you, loving how willingly you submit to him. He loosens his grip on you, moving to stroke your breasts instead. You stop him, bringing his hand back up to your throat. "More, please. It's so fucking hot." You say to him, almost whining for him to continue choking you.

"I knew you were a kinky little freak, princess. I fuckin’ love it." He puts pressure on your throat again, making you feel lightheaded. The knot is threatening to snap any second now. You can tell he’s close, too.

"I'm so close, Eddie. Fuck me harder." You can't believe the things coming out of your mouth, begging him to have any way with you he desired.

"I’m right there with you, sweetheart. I'll give you anything you want. You're such a good girl. Cum for me." He says with a groan, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Despite this, he tries to keep up the pace to bring you down with him. 

“Oh, fuck! Eddie!” You scream as your orgasm rips through you, the world around you exploding. Your walls clamp down onto him, and your thighs tremble outside of your control. 

“Shit.” Eddie grunts when his own high overtakes him. His load spills into you, his hips bucking wildly against you in his final thrusts. He collapses onto you a moment later, panting heavily. You both lie here for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Eddie plants some grateful kisses on your throat as you come down from your highs. When he finally pulls out of you, he looks down to see your mixed release oozing from your cunt. “Jesus christ.” He mutters, his softened cock twitching at the sight. He’s unable to resist the temptation, and kneels down to clean you up with his tongue.

"Fuck!" You're still sparking from your last orgasm, and his cleanup efforts swiftly cause you to cum yet again, screaming his name and tangling your hands in his hair. The stars subside and Eddie stands upright to kiss your lips.

"You're such a good girl for me, darling. Let's get you dressed before Harrington busts us in here." He helps you to your feet, but you stumble as your legs feel like jelly. "Take it easy. I'll help you." He gathers your clothing and gently helps you put everything back on. Only then does he start dressing himself again. You almost whine at the loss of looking at his naked body, but you keep the lust at bay for now.

"So, what does this mean, Eddie?" You feel stupid for asking, this could just be a one-time thing for him. Another notch in the bedpost for the famous Eddie Munson. You pick at your fingers, looking down at the floor.

"What do you want it to mean?" He lifts your chin with his finger, wanting you to meet his eyes.

"Well, I'd like to do this more often with you. And maybe more...if you want." You feel so naked and vulnerable again, even though you're now fully clothed.

"What? Like a date? You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asks, his hand moving to your cheek again. You can't help but feel like he thinks it's a joke. He's hard to read when he smirks like that all the time.

"Yes. If you want to." You reply, trembling slightly. You can’t help being so nervous. Maybe this was all a mistake. He just said things you wanted to hear to get in your pants, and now he's toying with you again. He uses his hands to try to calm you down, rubbing your shoulders gently. He looks into your eyes with sincere care and affection, making your heart melt.

"You need to stop overthinking in there." He taps on your temple with his finger. He smiles calmly. "Of course we can do that. I'd love that more than anything." You smile at his words, throwing your arms around him. Your lips meet again, soft and tender. You can't believe it, you just fucked the baddest guy in town and you get to be his girlfriend. You feel like the luckiest girl in the world, and Eddie feels like he won the lottery. You keep kissing for a while, not wanting to stop living in this moment.

"Alright, guys. I don't know how much pot you've smoked, but if all those tapes aren't rewound by now I'm gonna-" Steve barges in the door, and his jaw drops at the sight of you kissing and groping each other. "Oh, for fuck's sake, you guys! I mean, I saw you two hooking up coming from a mile away. Shit, a blind man could do that. But why must it be here? Where I have to see you?” Steve scolds, continuing on his rant. “And goddammit, it reeks of sex in here! I'll need to get more air freshener. Not like I don't use enough covering Eddie's weed smell. Congrats on being cute and disgusting at the same time. Dammit! Do I need to babysit you, too? Just get yourselves together and get those tapes rewound!" He storms out, but you can still hear him muttering things to himself on the other side of the door.

You and Eddie look at each other, mouths open in shock. And then you burst out laughing, Eddie falling to the floor in a fit of cackling. And all you can think is that this is going to be the best summer of your life.

The end.

[call-me-copycat]

I just remembered something and I don't know why but I'll share it

Awhile ago when I was in 10th grade I started writing fics and eventually posted them to this blog later on

My friend group at the time was small, but still they all would get other friends of their own and introduce them for a bit before said friend moved on - so there was always a new person hanging around every now and then

Anyways, writing fics was my strict secret (because you know how highschoolers are? horrible, scary)

But I was very well known for being a huge MHA fan

And one of my friends befriended this girl who hung around our group a bit (I did recognize her due to us both being in the Japanese Culture Club at one point - it disbanded due to not enough members)

She was really nice and cool, but she knew very little of me and I knew very little of her

But there was a time at lunch when she randomly stood up and looked at me before saying

"You seem like someone who would write My Hero Academia fanfiction on an anonymous blog"

(Non-hostile, in a joking way)

But, I still can't believe to this day how she hit the nail head on, while my friends of 8+ years never guessed

(Her exact wording was "My Hero Academia smut", but I ignored that part)

I thought about it just now, and I wonder why I never shared it before

[criswritessometimes]

it's always been there

contents - friends to not friends to lovers, stages of life, gn reader, cuddling, kissing

author note// ok, this was the piece that was keeping me from posting fanfiction for a while, she's big, but I had so much fun with this one! dividers by @cafekitsune !!

you first ran into charlie in your calculus class in senior year of high school. “hey, is this seat taken?” you asked some boy who had an open seat next to him. “um, no, it’s not.” he stammered looking up at you through his glasses and watched you take a seat. the class started, and your teacher informed the class that a lot of the in-class assignments and each semester-long project were partner-based and that she had your partners picked out for the year already. you rolled your eyes because you wanted to work with your sarah as she came in a few minutes after you and sat behind you. “when i say your name, please raise your hand so you and your partner know each other.” she stated. “(y/n),” you raise your hand, “you’re with charlie for the year.” the kid next to you raises his hand. you internally scream, you didn't want to be stuck with this nerd for the rest of the year. he smiles over at you as you both put your hands down and you smile back politely. the lesson starts talking about graphing as a refresher from over the summer and algebra 2. for the last 15 minutes of class, the teacher lets you start on the project for the semester with your partner. “ok how good at math are you, charlie?” you ask, not wanting to beat around the bush. “pretty decent, i guess.” he answers, scared he’s going to have to do the whole project alone. after a few minutes of discussing your strengths and weaknesses in math, you had a plan for the rest of the semester, “ok, if we divide the project like this,” you show him the paper of topics that were split, “we should have a pretty good shot of getting a 100 on this.” “i'm gonna start on the data collection from the word problems tonight.” this shocked you, “that’s not due until the end of the month.” “yeah, i never said i was going to finish them tonight.” he joked, making you laugh. he liked the sound of your chuckle and wanted to hear it more.

the days turned into weeks as you and charlie slowly became friends. he leaned over to you in class, “hey, did you finish the graph?” “yeah, i threw it in the drive along with the data points.” he gives you a thumbs up as he focuses back on the lesson. the bell rings before you’re allowed to check in time with your partner, so your teacher tells the class to get in contact with them before the next class. you wave bye to charlie as he packs his book and notebook into his backpack. you and sarah leave the room to walk with your friend maxine before walking to the cafeteria. “hey (y/n), are you coming over tonight?” maxine asks. before you’re able to answer, sarah answers for you. “they’re not; they’re going over to charlie’s tonight.” she says in a singsong voice. “charlie? isn't that the kid in your math class? why are you hanging out with him?” maxine asks as you find a seat in the cafeteria. “well, we’re working on the project for mrs. young and both of us are free tonight so i was gonna go over and work on it with him.” you explained to your friends as they looked confused. there’s a silence in the group for a minute before you speak up again, “y’know, he’s actually really funny once you get to know him; he’s just shy.” “yeah, i know, he’s a part of the av club.” sarah sneeres. she and maxine laugh as you get up to join the line to get something to eat. before you know it, lunch is over, and the three of you part ways to your last class of the day. you walk to your history class, which is fairly uneventful, until you get a text from charlie. 

from: charlie to: (y/n) are you still coming over after school?

you feel the buzz and shimmy the phone out of your pocket, texting him under the desk.

from: (y/n) to: charlie yeah, is that still cool if we work on the project tonight?

from: charlie to: (y/n) yeah, of course, my mom was just wondering if you were staying for dinner.

you smile at your phone but quickly put it away before getting caught. with the amount of time you’ve spent with charlie, you’ve become good friends in the few months you’ve known him. you always enjoy his company and are always really excited to see him in class. there was even one time where the two of you hung out outside of sch- “(y/n)? are you with us?” your teacher snaps you out of your trace. you blink to focus on her, “i am, yes ma’am.” “great what’s the answer to number 15 in the book?” she asks, testing you. you scan the book and look for the question. you find it and exhale. looking up in confusion, you answer, “the french?” “correct.” she confirms.

the class ends 10 minutes later, and you scoot out to find charlie. you see him sitting on a bench near the front door and walk up to him. he is working on his laptop when you ask, “ready?” he lights up when he sees you. “yeah!” he puts his laptop in his backpack and throws his bag over his shoulder. “thanks again for driving me home, crushed to the bus.” he laughs at the end. “it’s no problem, thanks for inviting me over. oh also, is it ok if i stay for dinner? I know it’s later than when you originally asked.” you tell him as you make it to your car and put your bags in the backseat, then settle into the car. “oh totally, i’ll just text her to let her know, she loves you.” charlie reassures as he takes his phone out and texts his mom. you smile at the last part. on the way to his house, you catch him up about the happenings in your creative writing club that you co-lead with your friend sarah. he catches you up with drama happening in the av club, which was honestly more than you thought. “wait so evan is dating vincent to get back at becca?” you ask, pulling into his driveway. “yeah because vincent and becca went out on like two dates and make it everyone’s business like last year.” he explained as you parked. “no wait, i thought that was alison and vincent.” you ask, getting out of the car and grabbing your bag. charlie mirrors you, “it was.” “wait so then was vincent seeing alison and becca at the same time?” you clarify as you walk to the front door with him. “the jury’s still out on that one but samson and i got bored one day and made a timeline and things are overlapping.” he implies, unlocking and opening the door for you. you’re stocked; maxine didn’t even have drama as good as this; your jaw drops at charlie’s bombshell. “hey, you’re gonna catch flies if you do that,” the fake concern coming from his tone, “mom!” he yells into the house “(y/n) and i are gonna be in my room working!” the two of you walk into his room. you immediately jump on his bed; that was a boundary that was overcome a while ago. “your bed is so comfy charlie.” you state, lying on your back. “hey, get up, we gotta work.” he says, sitting at his desk and turning his computer on. “i will work,” you prop yourself up on your elbows, “but in a minute.” charlie scoffs at you knowing your procrastination problem. you pull your laptop out, log on to google drive, and just stare at it for a minute. your eyes glance over to charlie, whose back was facing you as he was putting more data points into the main graph for the project. the thoughts you had from your history class were coming back. you smile at him before speaking up, “hey charlie?” he turns to you, “do you wanna keep hanging out after this project is over? i don’t know if mrs. young is gonna assign us new partners, but you've been fun to be around.” he gives you the same smile back, “yeah that’d be super fun.” you can see a faint blush come up his cheeks. the both of you return to your work as you start creating the google slides while charlie finishes the last detailed graph. “hey charlieeee,” you start; he makes a noise to show he’s listening, “have you finished your application for champlain?” you ask. “yeah i submitted it like 3 days ago. why?” he replies. “just curious, it’d be fun to go to the same college.” you sigh, hoping it will happen. charlie and you had conversations about college, as seniors in high school do, and there was some overlap in the schools the two of you were applying to. he was interested in media production, and you were interested in writing and publishing. champlain college had programs for both of you, why not apply? 

you and charlie said yes to champlain college because you both liked the program and the course offering, no other reason, oh and you thought the campus was pretty but no other reason besides those two. “are you there yet?” you complain to him on the phone as you and your parents drive to move in day from your hotel. “uhh i think? are you in hill or lyman? i think i’m at lyman.” he says, you giggle at his confusion. “we’re both in lyman, bozo.” you remind him. “we’re pulling up to hill, just follow us to lyman.” you hang up your phone. you show your parents where charlie’s car is and see him standing outside talking with his parents. you park and roll your window down. “hey stranger.” you greet him with a smile and say hi to his parents as well. charlie’s face lights up when he sees up; he’s just happy the both of you are in this together. “lyman’s down the road, just follow us.” you smile as the car pulls out and drives 3 minutes down the road. as you park, charlie parks right next to you and the both of you get out of your respective cars. you walk over to your trunk to pop it. before you can start unloading, charlie attacks you from the side and engulfs you in a hug. “hi.” you wheeze as all the air gets squeezed out of you. “charlie, i saw you on wednesday.” “don’t care.” he replies, hugging you harder, and you hug back with just as much energy. it was all smiles and good times as the both of you moved it. “oh hey,” he pauses, “we’re three doors down from each other.” he smiles and looks over at you. you have a content smile as you realize that charlie isn’t going anywhere.

as the days turned into weeks, the first semester was going really well for both of you. your roommate was fine, but you found yourself hanging out in charlie’s dorm more and more. his roommate was a part of the hockey club, and between practices and going out, he was never in his room with charlie. this also led to sleepovers you and charlie had; yeah, your dorm was three doors down, but it was so far away. “(y/n) you have class in a few hours, go back to your dorm and go to bed.” charlie would tell you late at night. “if i leave i cannot guarantee i won’t collapse in the hallway from exhaustion.” you were lying on the floor since he didn’t have room for a couch. he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “fine just take jared’s bed then.” “charlie, i don’t know your roommate like that to sleep in his bed.” you tell him, sitting up. he helps you up as you sit in his desk chair and lean against his raised bed frame. “do you wanna share my bed?” he asks nervously. your tired face lights up a little, “oh yay! like a sleepover.” “yeah sure a sleepover.” he agrees. charlie pulls back his covers for you; you climb in, scooting closer to the wall. you pull the covers up, feeling your eyes grow heavier. “gotcha go take a shower and brush my teeth.” charlie whispers and rubs the side of your shoulder. you nod wearily, snuggling into the smell of his sheets and pillow; it smelt like him.

you hear him grab his shower caddy, shut the lights off, and leave his room. it didn’t feel that long before you felt the bed dip and heard him put his glasses on his desk next to him. you start to sit up and move before charlie shushes you. “shhh, it’s just me. go back to sleep, you need rest (y/n).” he said in a gentle and calming voice. you roll over to face him and put your head into his chest to cuddle with him. the action takes him by surprise, and he’s stocked before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. his head rests on top of yours, and he also falls asleep. these nights would happen more and more throughout the rest of your first year, and sometimes you would still be awake and feel him press a kiss into the crown of your head.

nearing the end of freshman year, charlie and you were still close and wanted to live around each other for the next school year. so, you moved into the same hall; however, you were one floor above him this year. for move-in this year, you and your new roommate, alex, met up and drove alongside each other to the dorms, excited to move in and start the next year. you remember seeing charlie nearing the end of the day; he was still busy moving in, so you decided to meet up with him later. “so how was your summer? i feel like i didn’t see you a lot.” charlie started as he sat on your couch. “it was good, i actually got a job at northern virgina doing editorial passes on their travel stuff so even though i was in town, i was suppppper fuckin’ busy, i should’ve told you instead of falling off the face of the planet.” you explain as you sit and face him on the couch. “i mean i’m a little sad that we didn’t get to hang out, but that’s super exciting! my mom reads northern virginia.” he tells you. “hey! that cool, maybe she saw my name in there, but how was your summer?” you ask. “it was fine, worked, worked on youtube stuff.” he started. the both of you continued to talk and laugh about your summers until your roommate came out of her room and said she was going to bed. charlie took that as his cue and left. you both promised to hang out more during the semester than in the summer; that didn’t seem too hard. 

hanging out wouldn't be that hard since you saw him in a writing for tv elective you both wanted to take the following morning. you see him sitting near the front of the class and walk over to him. “i didn’t know you got into this class, i thought it was full.” you sit next to him. “yeah i didn’t know they let shakespearean nerds in this class.” he shot back. you chuckle at his comment, “ok just because hamlet and twelfth night are two of my favorite plays doesn’t make me a ‘shakespearean nerd’ as you put it.” he giggles at your reply as the professor starts the class. you missed hearing his giggle. as the class picked up, as well as both of your other courses, both of you were at each other's places to work and hang out, so much so that alex asked if you and charlie were dating. “no but dude, do you see the way he looks at you.” she passionately says. “no?” you’re confused, “he’s one of my best friends.” “he looks at you like you hung the fuckin’ the stars and the moon (y/n).” she said. you’re taken aback for a minute. you know you look at him like that, but was he looking at you the same way? spring semester started, and you and charlie were settling into your classes for your majors more. it was sad that you wouldn’t see him in at least one of your lectures, but at least he still lived in your building. however, you were barely in the building since most of your time was spent in the library in the wee hours of the morning writing research papers for a class you wanted to drop but couldn’t. the class was challenging, but you were getting so much out of it. you would scan back into your dorm building at 1 am more regularly and sometimes see charlie in the common area with some of his other friends. he would always look up at you and wave. you would meet him with a tired smile and a small wave back as you headed to your room to sleep for a few hours. 

by the end of sophomore year, you were tired of hearing music until 5 am during finals week. you moved into your own one-bedroom apartment off campus. it was nice having your own space, plus the school’s library was an 8-minute walk away. when summer rolled, around and everyone was moved out, you texted charlie to update him about your place.

from: (y/n) to: charlie hey! i moved out and have my own apartment now!! if you ever need to visit the mountains, or me, in the summer, lmk! i have a couch with your name on it haha

from: charlie to: (y/n) yooo! congrats, that’s awesome! idk what i’m doing this summer but if i’m free, i’ll come see you : )

you smile and put your phone away as you start cooking dinner for the night. for the rest of the summer, you were working in vermont and charlie was busy in virginia with his summer job and youtube channel and was unable to see you in the summer. at the start of junior year, the only classes you took were writing or finishing up your last english courses. you were thrilled to have more friends from your major, and you hosted small dinner parties for those friends. your space was warm and filled with joy. however, part of you was missing charlie. you weren’t sure if you were just holding onto your past, but it just felt off. you heard from a friend of a friend that her new boyfriend, charlie, and she were going camping for the weekend, which is why she couldn’t come to your new writing for the press club you started. the next meeting you held, her phone went off and you side-eyed her phone when you saw someone that looked like charlie on her lockscreen; it was him. guess charlie had a girlfriend now. between your schedules and how much of yourself you were dedicated to the new club and your studies, you and charlie seemed to miss each other for the rest of the year.

for your last summer in vermont, you stayed at your apartment. you got an internship for another magazine company in food reviews that lasted until the winter holiday. charlie had told you about his youtube videos, and you watched them occasionally. he was still as funny as he was in senior year of high school, making you laugh so hard you fell off his bed. charlie would apologize and help you get up when your side crashed into his floor. you promised him that you were ok, but that didn’t stop him from getting an ice pack and holding it against your arm for 20 minutes. you smiled into your screen at the memory and took a break from your work to check on his channel. your senior year went by, and you and charlie didn’t see or hear from each other the whole time. you knew he was busy with youtube and his capstone project, and you were just as busy managing your club and working on your capstone project. during graduation, you hear his laugh and look to your left, and his eyes catch yours. your eyes locked, but neither of you made a move. you offered him a soft smile as a form of goodbye and thank you for your friendship over the last few years. he gave you a smile back, wanting to run to you and make up for the past three years of seeing you less and less and finally kiss you. until he lost his chance as you and your mom walked with your dad to dinner.

after a few jobs in vermont and one in new york, you were finally where you wanted to be. writing for the los angeles times and living in california. you had already made friends out here and moved in with one of your friends from champlain from your writing club, dillion. you felt so free as if the pieces were finally falling into place. you were working on an article about a movie that just came out when you got a text on your phone.

from: (213) 555- 8763 to: (y/n) oh my god! (y/n) i saw your name on the l.a. times! that’s insane!!

you look at your phone in confusion as you don’t recognize the number. flipping your phone over, you decide you’ll deal with this when you get home. you continue working for the day, leaving around 5. you drive back home, and the traffic isn't too terrible. it wasn't great, though; it's Los Angeles.

from: (y/n) to: (213) 555- 8763 thanks! sorry, who is this? i don’t have your number on my phone

the text was immediately read.

from: (213) 555- 8763 to: (y/n) it’s charlie from high school and champlain, i know we haven’t spoken in a few years but i still had your number, in my phone and wanted to congratulate you.

from: (y/n) to: charlie charlie!! why didn’t you say so! my god, i’ve missed talking to you. sorry, i deleted your number from my phone lol

from: charlie to: (y/n) it’s no problem, again i know it’s been a few years. i know this is weird but i’m going to a party tonight with some friends and i was wondering if you wanna come with? again, i know this is really weird, but i really wanna see you

you blush at the last few words. he wanted to see you? you?? didn't he have a girlfriend? it had been harder to keep up with him on youtube and social media as your job took up more of your time. you quickly text him back that you would love to join him. charlie asked for your address so he could meet up with you and travel with you. it turns out the party was a 15 minute walk from your apartment. he says he’ll be over by 8, which gives you plenty of time to eat dinner and get ready. you look in the mirror one last time before you leave, messing with your hair a little. there’s a knock on the door, and you look at your watch. 8 on the dot. you exhale, calming yourself before opening the door. it’s charlie, its really him. his eyes light up when he sees you, and a wide smile grew on your face. before you can even say hi, he flings himself into you, pulling you into a deep and tight hug. you hug him back like you did during freshman move-in. “hi.” you croak out. he pulls away, but you can tell he wants to linger. “hi, sorry, i’m just really excited to see you again.” he explains as you step outside and lock your door. “I’m really happy to see you too charlie.” you smile at him, unable to think of the works to tell him how grateful you are to see him. 

the two of you walk and chat, it’s like no time has passed. you can understand each other’s humor well and quip back and forth. once or twice on the walk over, you were laughing so hard you had to take a breather to catch your breath, and once you did, just looking at charlie, you started laughing manically again. there's a brief moment before you arrive at the party, "wait, what happened between you and sadie?" you asked. "oh we dated for like 10 months then i found out she was cheating on me with some random fuck." he told you. you frown at this statement, "i'm sorry charlie." "its alright i was too distracted in that relationship anyways." he says. your head tilts in confusion, but right as you're about to ask more about that, his friends are calling him, and by extension, you, into the circle they've created.

as you walk up to the group, you see the lights inside flashing and hear the bass booming; you’ve been to a few house parties, so that shouldn’t be a big deal. charlie introduces you to a few of his friends before everyone goes in. the lights are much brighter than you thought, and the bass is booming more than you thought. you really tried to be in the moment with charlie and his friends, you just got him back in your life, why would you leave? charlie begins to notice that you’re starting to become more overwhelmed as the minutes pass and only give a polite laugh or a few-word answer to the group when he knows you would joke or go on tangents given the chance.  all you could really focus on was trying not to get too overstimulated. you feel a tap on the back of your hand; you look down to see charlie’s hand, then back up at him and meet his eyes. he leans into your ear so you can hear him and says, “i’m going to the kitchen to get some water, do you wanna come?” he pulls away to see you nodding your head. he takes your hand in his and leads the both of you to the kitchen. the house was so densely packed that your chest was just about touching his back. he pulls a door open for you and pushes you in so other people won't see the door open and join you. “how’d you know where the kitchen was?” you ask, leaning against the countertop. “i’ve been here before, it’s a friends house.” he grabs two glasses and fills them with tap water then hands you one. you take it, slowly sipping on it. “you alright?” he leans in closer, rubbing your arm up and down. “yeah i think, just when a while since i’ve been to a house party, not super used to the bass in my chest yet.” you chuckle at the last part. “well,” he sits his glass down, “we can hang out in here as long as youd like.” you smile at the offer, “i really appreciate it charlie but i don’t want to keep you from hanging out with your friends.” “i wanna hang out with you tonight. i see those guys like 3 times a month. last time i saw you was at graduation and i never thought i would see you again.” he confesses. you're stuck in your spot and can’t form words as he looks at you with fear creeping into his eyes that he misspoke. “please says something.” he whispers. you put your glass down and reach for the side of his neck as you lean in to kiss him. charlie relaxes his arms wrap around you, keeping you close. your other hand comes up to hold his cheek. you pull away, and both of you are left breathless, and your cheeks turn pink. “better then kissing the top of me head during sleepovers freshman year?” you tease. his eyes widened, “oh my god, you remember that?”

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"Best friends, or more?"

Part 1.

An Akaashi Keiji fanfiction(Haikyuu).

"Hey, are you okay? Hello?"

A voice called out to me. My eyes fluttered open as I looked up to see a guy with bright blue eyes looking down at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Huh? What?" I say, in a delirious manner.

"Uhm, are you alright?"

I blinked slowly, realising I fell asleep in the middle of a park. For hours.

"Yes, I'm-" I laugh at the ridiculous situation. "Yeah I'm alright. Thank you for waking me!"

"You really shouldn't fall asleep outside like this."

"Yes, I was just looking at the new neighborhood and taking a walk around the area when I swear I sat down for just a second! Then I fell asleep." I rambled, trying not to appear crazy.

"Oh well, okay, I'm gonna go." The guy said and walked away leaving me feeling very embarrassed.

'Well, atleast I'm never gonna have to see him again.' I think.

"Sweetheart, don't forget your lunch!" My mother says as I stuff a piece of bread in my mouth and rush out the door. Can't believe I'm late for my first day for school. As if moving to a new school wasn't dreadful enough, I can't also be late.

"Yes mum! Bye!"

I run to the bus stop to see the bus leaving right as another guy wearing the same uniform as me gets on the bus.

"No! Wait!" I yell at the bus to no avail.

Huffing and puffing, I reach the classroom, all sweaty and disheveled and very late.

Seeing the last available seat on the first desk near the window, I reluctantly sit there.

"Akaashi? Akaashi Keiji?" The teacher called as she entered the classroom.

"Yes ma'am." A reply came from the bench behind me.

"You are the student with the best grades so you will be the class monitor this year." The teacher smiled at the guy named 'Akaashi'.

"Okay ma'am."

I turned around to see his face having no indication of any emotion. A true disciplined student I guess.

That's when I noticed his piercing blue eyes. And the same wavy messy dark hair from yesterday.

I immediately flipped forward, not giving him time to glance at me and remember our disastrous meeting.

Great, now I have to avoid him all year.

"Oh, it's you. From the park."

The first thing I hear when I am outside the gymnasium is this.

I glance up to see the same guy.

I laugh awkwardly. "Yeah, it's me!"

"Hello, I'm Akaashi, nice to see you again." He said warmly. Something I didn't expect.

"Haha, I'm Y/n. Y/n l/n. And nice to see you too. Thanks for saving me yesterday."

He chuckled, a dimple forming in his right cheek, "I hardly think I 'saved' you but do be careful."

I nod in response.

"Did you just join the school?"

"Yes I did and I moved here recently so Fukurodani was a good school choice." I ramble on again.

"Are you here to apply for the manager position?" He said, finally opening the gym doors to walk us to the coach and the other managers.

"Yeah. I heard joining a club was compulsory. And this was the only spot available."

"The reason we need a third manager is because the team is way too rowdy."

"Oh, really-" I say as I get interrupted by an incredibly loud guy.

"AGAASHI WHO IS THAT GIRL?? YOUR GIRLFRIEND??"

I don't know why but I felt a little flutter in my heart hearing this.

'Why does this spiky white haired dude sound lowkey jealous?' I think to myself.

"No, Bokuto, she's here to apply for the manager position."

He turned to me as Bokuto nodded and leapt away, spiking volleyballs before practice even began.

"And that's our captain."

My eyes widened. I turned to him in disbelief, "Really?"

"I know, l/n, I know." He sighed.

Training to be a manager was pretty easy. Filling up water bottles, bringing fresh towels and keeping track of scores. That's it.

"BUT L/N HE'S THE ONE WHO THREW A BALL AT MY HEAD!" Konoha said, fuming in anger.

Oh god.

"I DID NOT. HE'S LYING L/N I SWEAR."

Bokuto says as he chases after Konoha who makes his escape.

Okay maybe this is not that easy. But it's fun.

After practice ended, I ran towards Akaashi. We recently found out we live right next to each other so we have been walking to and from school. He's been helping me leave on time in the morning.

"Hey Akaashi, all done?" I ask him, a giddy feeling spreading over me. I really looked forward to these times that we could just talk and stroll casually.

He put the last of his uniform into his bag.

"Yes, l/n I'm done." He said, a soft smile spreading over his face.

We walk in a comfortable silence when Akaashi says, "It's great that we got partnered together on that project. I was afraid it'd be someone I didn't usually talk to."

I smiled at that, happy to have found a friend like him.

I say something I thought I'd never say, "Do you wanna come over later to work on it?"

This caught him off guard. We have become a lot closer the past few weeks but I wondered if it was too early to ask him to come over.

"Actually l/n, I'd love that. But you should come over to my house instead. My mom was asking to meet my 'new friend' I was talking about."

He was talking about me? To his mother? I wonder why.

"Okay, yeah, let's do that!"

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how do you think bif interacts in casual conversation, especially with those he's sincerely close with?

as an infrequent fanfiction Reader i'm struggling to write him

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY I CAN!!!!111!!!!1!!!! Ive really started to love Bif, i guess its because ive managed to fight the theatre kid demon in me back with a broom and get over the fact that his VA is Andrew Rannells

CASUAL BIF HCS

I’m not gonna mince words here, i think once you get to know Bif Taylor you come to realise he’s a total fucking loser. Like, once he’s comfortable enough to drop the champ persona, you really do find out that the real Bif is just a teenage boy. Not that he’s boring or anything, you can definitely hold a pretty good conversation with him. He’s just… kinda pathetic.

Okay maybe pathetic isn’t the right word, but i think he puts a lot of emphasis on his sporting achievements, especially when he’s talking to someone who’s not in the prep clique. It’s a status symbol that he flaunts to separate the wheat from the chaff. But obviously, that doesn’t work on other preppies. They know Bif well, he can’t just talk about how he’s the champ all the time. They know you won again Bif, they were all there, remember? Think of something else to talk about

I think he frequently finds himself short of stuff to say, his interests dont always align with what the other preps enjoy doing, so he probably just choses to listen actively in casual conversation with the other preps and piggyback off of whatever they choose to talk about. Often this ends up being sort of vague statements on the topic to try and pry some information out of the other party. Oh, Bryce went to Bali in winter break, its hot there this time of year isn’t it? Oh great, he’s talking about mosquitoes, prefect now gently slide in the new pharmaceutical company your father just co-opted. Excellent, well done Bif.

One easy topic of conversation is derby, not so much rumours or bitchiness or anything like that, just recounting time spent with derby. He is around him enough that it takes up a good amount of real estate in Bif’s brain. He’s always careful who he speaks about Derby’s personal private affairs with because he’s aware of the the ever looming threat of mutiny from preps who feel badly done to in terms of their leader. Bryce is the only one who Bif can really slag derby off to, then again its never actually anything nasty. It’s more just venting that he had to carry all of derby’s shopping bags, pay for lunch and go and fetch the balls Derby had putted over to the other side of Golf and Yacht because poor Derby’s feet were a little sore from his new loafers.

Now, drunk Bif is where its at, he eases up a lot more and talks freely about his less prep friendly interests. Usually to Justin, he knows Justin is keen to learn all about sports. Bif is usually eager to get drunk after standing for so long on the door playing bouncer. He’s usually tied and more than happy to sit, drink and be merry. And he gets very VERY merry. Red faced, where does the hair end and the skin start, shirt inside out shoes mismatched drunk. He’s loud and bold and laughs himself half to death over every little thing. Drunk Bif is kinder than sober Bif, but equally as receptive. One major change is volume, he yells like he’s in a busy club even if there’s only about four people in the room.

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This work is part of the Week of the Winter Star Feast 2024 organised by the Stardew Valley Fanfiction Writers Guild

@stardewfanficwriters

Going a little personnal for this prompt.

Who said Fern was ever a self insert? PFFT. No.

Day 3: Family

Mind the tags 🫡

Ao3 Link there

Shane and Fern enjoy a glimpse of what people would call a traditional family day, sparking an upsetting but necessary conversation.

This takes place between chapter 11 and the Epilogue of the fic Fern is from. Misery Loved Company.

Bright sun explodes in crystals on the fallen snow. The only sound in all of the valley is the sloshing of Shane’s feet in the melting ground, as he walks back from his morning shift. 

Tomorrow is the feast of the Winter Star, and he’s grateful the event gives him a long weekend. This would be mainly the case last year. But this year, he is grateful for so much more. Sobriety, for one, as he succeeded in finding a perfect balance between enjoying a rare treat, and seeking a forever numbness that was slowly killing him. His most glorious achievement, however, lies at the end of the dirt path he is now leaving his footsteps on.

 

He reaches the wool farm, slowly making a name for itself, and knows to head for the barn. He can hear her, them, as he walks around the wooden walls. The chatter, and the laugh, bounce in his heart, stretching his lips into a dazzling smile. Oh how much more often he was smiling now.

Arriving at the half closed barn door, he sees her, the winter light from the window reaches her focused eyes. 

On her lap, a sheep is surprisingly serene as she inspects its teeth, taking her time, showing its gums to her two students. Jas and Vincent are also surprisingly calm, sitting on the dirty floor, listening to Fern’s singing voice explaining the importance of healthy teeth for sheep, and children. 

She lifts her head and sees him, Shane, leaning against the half door, outside of the barn, smiling, looking at them with intense softness in his gaze, the winter sun exploding behind him. As a deep smile creases her cheeks, the two children turn their heads. Not only is Uncle Shane back from work, but it also means it’s lunch time. 

They all walk to the farm, the younger ones rushing, racing each other, leaving behind Fern and Shane. 

‘How was your morning?’ Fern asks, grabbing his gloved hand, knowing the man’s shyness had not disappeared, yet. He squeezes her hand, inviting her in his pocket to warm her cold fingers.

‘Horrendous.’ He laughs. ‘What about yours? I see the fitness club dropped the kids before their retreat.’

‘Marnie was quite excited, so was Jas. She loves the farm.’ Fern trails. ‘Vincent had quite a hard time leaving Jodi. She had to explain multiple times she was coming back tomorrow.’

‘Can’t really blame the kid.’

‘I know. But I’m glad we can also let Sam have an evening of peace.’ She chuckles. 

Lunch was simple, the only oddity being the table seeing four guests instead of its usual two, sometimes three. All messy eaters anyway. The kids had helped with the setting, while Shane and Fern were in the kitchen, working on a simple pot of mac and cheese needing constant attention. Jas and Vincent excitedly recounted the morning to Shane who was assiduously listening, slowly forgetting his own painfully crawling shift at work. How they had helped Fern refill the troughs and clean the water. How she had taught them how to handle a sheep, and how Vincent was “just a bit” scared of them at first. 

Fern was glad Shane had a half day. In no universe would she be able to deal with two kids for a whole day on her own. He had been the one to offer his help to Marnie once their Tuesday fitness club were invited in the city, and Fern was more than happy to help, especially as it meant Shane would be spending the night on the farm too. When Jodi heard about it she quickly made sure she could drop her own son. As long as they didn’t have to take Sam in the bargain. 

Despite Fern’s concerns, she managed to keep them entertained all through her morning chores. And with Shane’s help, the afternoon was a breeze. They went on a walk to Cindersap forest to play with the immaculate snow before hurrying back to the farm to warm up with hot cocoa. At dinner, Vincent and Jas could barely keep their eyes open, exhausted by the farmer’s schedule and snow war. Drifting off to sleep was an easy task.

Leaning against the wall, Shane watches as Fern slowly leaves the door ajar to keep the comforting light in the dark guest’s room. She happily sighs, the day is over.

‘Doing ok?’ He asks, walking her to the couch.

‘Didn’t imagine kids could be that draining.’ She laughs. ‘Had a good day though.’ She nestles into Shane’s arms, letting her weary head rest in the crook of his neck. ‘Don’t let me fall asleep, I need to finish a couple of Winter Star gifts.’ She yawns, stretching out, quite ready to doze off. Shane laughs, kissing the top of her head, tightening his embrace. The fire is dancing in front of them, the soft orange light kissing their tired faces. Tired, and content. 

‘It was a good day.’ Shane repeats softly, the hardship of this morning completely out of his mind. The feeling of a stable homestead, a warm meal shared with family, Jas and Vincent calling them Aunt and Uncle so naturally. An afternoon of laughs, painless exercises. No craving, no yearning. Plain, unadulterated, feelings. And her laugh. Her smile. Her happy hazel eyes falling on him, on the kids, on the day ahead. 

‘T’s a shame we only have ‘em for one night, m’gonna miss’em’ Fern mumbles from her half slumber, nuzzling into Shane’s chest. 

‘You’re welcome to house Jas anytime she wants.’ Shane grins. ‘And me anytime you want.’

‘You know you can stay here forever, if you want.’ She extends her arm, softly wrapping it around Shane who tries to suck his gut as she chuckles. ‘I love you.’ 

‘I love you too, so much.’ He replies, lifting her head to kiss her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. ‘What else do you need to make for Winter Star?’

‘Finishing a scarf for Gus, and weaving the ends on the jumper I made for Jas.’ Fern attempts to sit back up, leaving Shane’s arms and warmth. She rubs her eyes, and tries to find the strength to grab her wool work. ‘I’m quite happy with the result.’ 

‘She’ll love it!’ Shane exclaims, excitingly grabbing the small thick woolly jumper. The yarn had been dyed a deep pink hue, and within the intricate stockinette stitches, Fern had managed to weave in color block the image of a blue chicken. He caresses the design with a sheepish smile. ‘It’s like…It’s like she’ll wear a mix of both of us.’ He says, blushing. ‘Your yarn, craft, and my chickens!’ 

Fern softly laughs, seeing such raw happiness in her partner’s deep green eyes. She lets him look closely at the jumper while she grabs the long yellow and blue work resting on her knitting basket. Just a few more rows, and Gus’ Winter Star present will be ready. She feels a bit sneaky, gifting them all a woolen product from her own farm. But it will be the one and only year, she promises. After all, she only just started getting her skeins of wool out in the city, she needs to advertise in her own town. 

Fern sighs, content, the crackling of the fire a soothing background to the regular tik-tik-tik of her knitting needles. Leaning against Shane who watches the snow silently falling against the window, absentmindedly caressing her shoulders and humming, stopping every now and then to plant a kiss on Fern’s skull. 

‘You ever think about that?’ Asks Shane, breaking the comfortable silence.

‘About what, my love?’ 

‘Y’know…’ Fern feels him shuffle, embarrassed. ‘Like, a mix, of both of us.’ He ends in a whisper. Fern almost drops her needles, failing to save a few fallen stitches. She lifts her head to the fire, suddenly feeling much too strong, too bright. The couch itself now feels too rough, hard, and prickly. Air is hardly reaching her lungs as the walls seem to be closing in. Was the room always this small? As she closes her eyes, she feels carried away and hears the front door opening. The cold air slaps her face, and suddenly a burst of ice penetrates her lungs, like insufflated with new life. ‘Are you ok?!’ Shane’s voice reaches her buzzing ears. ‘I thought you were going to be sick there.’ He adds in a laugh. ‘Didn’t think the idea would disgust you that much.’ He chortles, but Fern can definitely hear he’s hurt.

‘No, no, oh Yoba, no.’ She pants, leaning against the doorframe. ‘No Shane, absolutely not. It’s…’ She takes a deep breath, exhaling painfully, slowly reaching for her chest. The moment had to come. It had to be discovered, somehow. It’s not something that could be kept hidden. Especially when she desperately wants to spend her whole life with Shane. Knowing fully well this could sign their relationship away, being considered a “deal-breaker”. 

As if Winter Star wasn’t already hard on Fern. Happy complete families. Children laughing. Parents beaming. Her own family repeating the eternal question. Every year. Every damn year. Until they were cut off, and she was seemingly free. 

With a last deep breath, she closes the door, and invites Shane into the kitchen. She feels his worried gaze on her back as she boils some water and prepares cups for a late night herbal tea. The silence is heavy with unsaid words. The comfort is gone without leaving a crumb. Fern hands the steaming cup to Shane with a smile she wants reassuring, but he can’t miss the mist in her eyes. 

‘Is…Is everything ok?’ He attempts, sitting at the table. He watches her slowly make her way to another chair, her eyes fixed on the filled cup. She looks defeated, exhausted, and scared. 

‘Have you…ever thought of that before?’ She finally asks, her voice low but certain. She doesn’t lift her head, but her eyes slowly rise to him. The pain emanating from her hazel pearls shoot arrows at Shane who struggles to find the words.

‘I mean, I guess. Not, like, for real, or anythin’.’ He grabs the back of his neck, softly blushing. ‘Just today…When I was watching you with Jas and Vincent… You were making them laugh and you were laughing and…’

Fern chuckles, shaking her head slowly.

‘Yoba, I love you so much, Shane.’ She sighs. ‘I hope you know that.’

‘I do… What’s wrong, baby?’ He extends his arm across the table, reaching for her hand she grabs quickly. 

‘I suppose it’s better if it’s out early in our…relationship’ She starts, looking at the still water in her cup. With a deep inhale, she finally looks at Shane, straight at his dark green eyes overflowing with worry. ‘I would understand if it’s, you know…’ She lowers her voice, her throat tightening at the mere idea of letting those words out in the air. ‘A deal-breaker or something…’ Shane swiftly stands up, rushing to Fern who started trembling, her hands shaking around the warm cup. She restarts. ‘You know, when I saw all of us round the table today, and this afternoon… You carrying Jas, holding Vincent’s hand…And your smile. I too thought a bit about, well, us.’ She smiles, the corner of her lips meeting with the slow tears falling down her cheeks. ‘I know you would be a fantastic…dad.’ She softly laughs, pressing her finger on Shane’s mouth to forbid him from even scoffing at the notion. ‘And I did think that… I would love to give you a child but, well. I can’t.’ 

Shane crouches to Fern, softly grabbing her hand warmed by the cup. He looks at her teary eyes with a painful heart. Him? A dad? The idea itself is laughable in every way imaginable. Still, with Fern, the time they spend with Jas, and the events of the day, it did cross his mind. Why, Fern definitely had those….”motherly” ways with the sheep, so it wasn’t very far fetched to imagine her being a good mother. To his kids. Their kids. 

He never thought of the possibility that the concept of parenthood could be so painful. And seeing Fern’s distress, fear, even shame, in her eyes as she recounts the tale of how her body is simply broken, he curses at himself for daring to bring it up in such a light hearted way. The struggle of accepting part of life will never truly be hers to choose. Grieving the loss of what was never hers. And what could have been. 

On top of it, she adds the ridiculous idea that he would leave her because of it?? 

By the time she finishes explaining, they’re back on the couch, Shane holding her tightly, wiping her tears and pink nose as she cradles herself in his arms. The fire is dying down, but would fail to compete against his warmth anyway.

‘I’m sorry, Fern.’ He finally says. ‘I didn’t know, but I…I shouldn’t have just dropped it on you like that.’ He grabs her chin to lift her head to him, softly kissing her brow. ‘It’s not a…Damn, hon, it’d never be a “deal-breaker” or anythin’ like that.’ 

‘Don’t you want a… A family?’

‘Ya dork, what do you think we are?’ He laughs, making Fern bounce on his chest. ‘Y’know perfectly I never had much of a family ‘nyway growing up. Never even dared to hope I’d end up with...Y’know…’ He clears his throat, cuddling Fern in his arms. ‘And I love you.’ He punctuates with a kiss. 

‘It’s just… It’s my grief, and I don’t want to impose it on you.’

‘What are you talking about? D’you have any idea how many kids are in foster care?’ He scoffs. ‘Once we’re married we can just…’

‘Once we’re what?’ Fern sits up, a giant grin on her face, looking at Shane’s crimson face trying to disappear in his shirt. ‘Is that my Winter Star gift?’ She teases. 

Shane softly pushes her, looking away, red falling down his neck. 

‘No.’ He grunts. ‘When I… IF I ever ask I’d do it nice n’all with fancy shit, not like that.’ He adds groaning, grabbing the back of his neck, still refusing to look at Fern. 

‘I’ll act surprised then.’ She laughs, falling back on his chest. ‘All this is also hard cause of tomorrow. I’m excited but… Dreading it.’

‘Why that?’ Shane wraps himself around Fern again, squeezing her in his strong arms. 

‘It used to be the time my family would gather. The whole shabam. And it’d never miss. You could be sure each and every one of them was going to ask me about kids. “When are you going to give your mother a grandchild?!”’ Fern mocks. ‘“The biological clock is ticking”. Or my favorite, “You’re never truly a woman until you’ve given birth, you’ll see.”’ Shane just groans, stopping himself from being insulting. But what a bunch of morons. Fern resumes. ‘And now that, obviously, the whole town knows we’re a couple, I’m scared they’ll ask me when I intend to give you a child, a “proper” family.’ Her voice breaks. ‘And I do want to. Yoba, I do!’

‘Hey’ Shane starts in the softest voice he can. ‘First off, I’m sure everyone in town is still wondering why you spend your time with me.’ He laughs, receiving Fern gentle slap on his shoulder. ‘Second, we’re a proper family. I’d personally fight anyone who’d deny that.’ He ends in a tight squeeze of his arms around Fern.

‘We’re a strange little family.’ She says, amused.

‘Oh babe, we definitely are.’ Shane exclaims, slowly nuzzling against Fern’s cheek, his prickly stubble making her giggle. ‘And I wouldn’t want it any other way.'

[fanmoose12]

Hello Fanmoose 🤎

I just saw your post with the Fanfiction Tropes! I choose #42 the big damn kiss.

Generally, February is a pretty hectic month for Hange. It doesn’t by any means come even close to how January makes them feel - the first month of the year usually brings so much chaos that even they struggle to keep up with it all, and while, in that regard, February is a lot much calmer, the exhaustion from the stress accumulated during the month prior entirely drains Hange off all energy. 

And, somehow, this year it feels even worse. 

St. Valentine’s Day that Hange ordinarily adores, because there is little they love more than showing people that they love just how much they love them, this year seems more like a dreaded nightmare. 

It’s Hange’s own fault, of course, and they’re very well aware of that - it was their decision to participate in the annual dance contest, and it was their own pettiness that drove them to make that very same decision. But logic matters not, when their pride is wounded, and they’re ready to do anything to win against their last year’s partner, and, subsequently, unfortunately, their ex, and they have to do it in the most over the top way possible too. They have to wipe that smug smirk off Zeke’s face, to humiliate and crush him - treat him the same way that he treated them.

Which is what they have been training and rehearsing for so relentlessly, spending more time in a dance class than they ever did. Which is why, most probably, Moblit suffered the way that he did. 

And as Hange sees his face contort in pain and his ankle start to swell and turn angry red, their determination takes a form of what it truly is - a childish, pathetic and selfish act that ended with their friend getting hurt. 

Their vigor nearly dies right there and then, but– still survives, unfortunately. 

Hange is in too deep already, they must snatch victory out of Zeke and his new girlfriend Pieck’s hands, so after they help Moblit get back to his room, bring ice for his ankle and his favorite brand of chocolate for his fallen spirits, promising to buy him lunch for the entirety of the next week, they make themself cozy on his couch and begin to think about their next move. 

They need to find a new partner, that much is obvious, but who can they even go to with such a request? 

Their brother Mike is deemed unsuitable immediately, the contest, after all, is only for couples. And beating your ex with the help of your older brother seems a little too pathetic, even in Hange’s case. Unfortunately, they can’t ask Erwin for help too: there is probably not a single soul in their university who hasn’t heard - and, on numerous occasions, witnessed - the great love story that is unfolding between him and Mike. Of course, Hange could go to Nanaba and bribe with her some kind of generous offer - a bottle of her favorite wine or that cactus she’s been fawning over ever since she laid her eyes upon it in a local flower shop, but, although, Nanaba is undeniably kind and unbelievably easy to bribe, she’s also very obviously done with the whole drama surrounding Hange and Zeke’s failed romance. Being a part of a vindictive scheme is probably the last thing that she’d want to do. Hange can always ask Nifa, the girl is too nice to reject them, but after already hurting one member of their science club, they are a bit apprehensive of involving another one. 

And that leaves them with just one option, an option they wouldn’t really consider as such, but– Levi hates Zeke too, doesn’t he? For entirely different reasons, of course, but the animosity is there, and, maybe, Hange can play off it. 

Levi will probably deny them at first, but with a bit of persuading, pestering and - good-humored, naturally - tormenting, they’re sure he’ll come around. 

He must come around, he is Hange’s last and only chance. 

And they’ll do anything not to squander it. 

________

They set their plan in motion first thing in the morning, taking a seat beside Levi at the beginning of the lecture. 

Immediately - he eyes them warily, his eyebrow slightly raised. The reason for his suspicion is understandable - usually Hange occupies the first row, not the last one that Levi seems so fond of. But they’ve foreseen his apprehension, and they beat it swiftly - with a cheerful smile. 

Levi takes one look at that smile and– lets out a deep sigh. 

“What do you want from me this time?” he asks bluntly, and Hange would have been offended if they weren’t so annoyed by Levi’s ability to read them like a book. 

And since Levi doesn’t have the patience to bear around the bush, Hange doesn’t do so either. 

With that same - undeniably charming, if they can say so themself - smile, they grab his hand, hold it tightly, and proclaim rather loudly, “Help me, Levi Ackerman, you’re my only hope! Please be my boyfriend for the next two weeks!” 

In the first few seconds, Levi seems taken aback - his eyes are wide, his jaw grows slack, and if Hange is not mistaken by the artificial light of the lecture room, his cheeks gain color as well, but then his gaze darts to the entrance, where a limping Moblit is approaching his usual seat, and the realization dawns on him. 

And he yanks his hand out of Hange’s grasp. 

“Are you for real, four-eyes? You’re still fixated on that jerk?” 

“I’m not–” Hange starts, their voice raised in outrage before they notice the annoyed looks of their fellow students. They take a pause then, will their voice to quieten, although it remains just as strict. “I’m not fixated on him! Or anyone else for that matter!” they hiss in Levi’s face. “I just want to beat him!” 

Levi raises an eyebrow, looking so unimpressed that Hange starts to rethink their whole plan altogether. Maybe, Nanaba would be more agreeable, after all. 

“Do you really want to beat him?” Levi asks. “Or just get him back?” 

“Oh fuck you! I’m not that pathetic, you know?” 

“The whole campus seems to think otherwise.” 

“Well then fuck all of them too,” Hange declares, crossing arms on their chest and turning their face away from Levi’s too sharp eyes. They can’t believe that he out of all people would turn out to be such an asshole about that. 

They rise up, ready to storm out and proudly march to their usual seat. Levi’s hand on their elbow stops them, though. 

“Is that really it?” he asks, staring into their eyes with intensity Hange has never noticed in him. “You just want to beat him?” 

“Well…” Hange’s lips curl into a wry smile. “And, preferably, humiliate him greatly in the process.”

Levi stares at them for another inexplicably long moment, before he returns his gaze back to his nothers. 

“Alright then,” he says, “I’m in.” 

Hange squeals, and - ignoring the very pointed and very irritated glares of other students - pulls Levi into a hug. 

He grumbles something nearly illegible, but - doesn’t push them away. 

Hange counts it as another win. 

______________

Their first rehearsal, to which Hange drags Levi as soon as their last lecture ends, is… awkward, to say the least. 

It’s not in Hange’s nature to be shy, and they know they’re quite tactile, and it’s not like they’ve never touched Levi before. Even with his disagreeable self, there is a hand upon his shoulder there and their legs thrown over his lap here, an occasional hug, and, for god’s sake, they even slept alongside him in his bed during those few incidents when Hange was too drunk to make it to their own. 

They’ve been friends since high school, and, although oftentimes Levi acts like he’s repulsed just by their presence alone, Hange knows it to be nothing more than a facade under which he hides his softer - and, dare they say, absolutely adorable - side. 

But now, seeing him in the light of a cold and lazy February’s sun that flickers through the window of a dance class and standing so close to him while being very much not drunk, Hange feels… strange. There is a strange flutter in their chest and their belly feels strangely warm, and they’re certain that this warmth has already traveled to their cheeks. 

It’s the strange intensity in Levi’s gaze that is to blame, Hange is sure of it. What they’re not sure of if it has always been there. Did he always look at them this way? Did they just never notice? 

“Oi,” he snaps abruptly, putting an end to Hange’s reverie. “Are we going to do something? Or just stand for the whole day?” 

“Right!” Hange forces a giggle out, knowing it sounds way too weak to appear genuine but not knowing how else to hide their embarrassment. Embarrassment they very - if ever - feel, especially in the presence of someone as familiar to them as Levi. They shake their head, banishing these ridiculous thoughts, and focus on a task at hand. Moving even closer into Levi’s personal space, they take his palm and place it on their shoulder, "So, this goes here,” they murmur, mostly to distract themself from what they’re about to do next, “and this goes here,” they put their hand on Levi’s waist, and then, as the final touch, they take his free hand in their own, “and that’s… how we begin.” 

“So you’ll be the one to lead?” 

If Hange’s hand wasn’t held by Levi, they would have smacked their forehead. Of course! How could they forget! They’ve practiced the routine with Moblit before, and he, for the most part, was on board with everything Hange offered. But Levi is not Moblit. He is not so… gullible. And he’s quite stubborn, when he wants to be. 

What if he refuses to be the led one? 

“Are you against it?” Hange asks, tentatively, afraid to hear the answer. If Levi truly is against it, they would need to relearn the whole routine, and with only a week and a half before the competition, they’re unsure if they’re up to it. After all, they’re a scientist, not a dance master. 

But Levi dismisses their worries quickly, with a mere shrug. 

“I don’t really care. Whatever makes the asshole lose.” 

Hange surprises even themself with how relieved their chuckle is. They make eye contact with Levi, wait for him to give them a nod, and then start slowly leading him through the routine. 

It’s nothing crazy, naturally, Hange does like dancing, but they’ve never invested much time in perfecting that skill, more focused on their academic talents, but it’s still complicated enough - they do have to flabbergast everyone, juries and, especially, Zeke included - and, at first, Levi struggles to follow, his legs constantly getting tangled up in an effort to match Hange’s pace. But he catches up fairly quickly, he certainly is a quick learner, and as he gets more familiar with the routine, he grows more confident, and– starts to move so gracefully that Hange, who knows the dance like the back of their hand already, feels a little slighted. But the feeling goes away swiftly, as in its stead appears gratitude and a sense of awe. 

They really couldn’t find a better replacement for Moblit. 

The sun has already set by the time Hange’s body tells them that it’s time to quit. Dancing with Levi is not just easy, it’s surprisingly fun too, and, as a result, they lose track of time completely. They fail to notice just how exhausted they feel too, and it’s only as they get dizzy from yet another turn that Hange registers the pain in their legs. 

They motion Levi to stop, and plop down to the floor right where they stood, sprawling across the hard floor of the dance class. 

“Disgusting,” Levi comments, but takes a seat next to them. He kicks their shin, waits until Hange turns their head in his direction, and asks. “Except this, do we need to do something else?”

Be it their exhaustion that turns their mind sluggish or just Levi’s cryptic and concise way of communicating, but they can only find one answer to his question, “Huh?” 

Levi rolls his eyes like he often does in their presence, and explains. Or, attempts to anyway. “You said I need to be your boyfriend. Does that mean–”

“Oh!” a metaphorical lightbulb flashes over Hange’s head. They chuckled and wave their hand dismissively. “Dunno. I honestly didn’t think about it much, but I guess… we should hang out more, just the two of us, you know? Nothing more than that. I mean, no offense, but I doubt you can act all lovey-dovey with me.” 

Strangely, Levi does take offense. His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow, some emotion coming to life inside them that he hides before Hange has a chance to decipher it. “I could,” he says, voice strangely hollow, as he stands up, not looking at Hange anymore. “If I really was your boyfriend.” 

Not saying another word, not even bothering with a goodbye, he walks out of the dance class, leaving Hange alone, still laying on the floor, and so, so confused. 

_______________________

Hange tries not to let Levi’s words get into their head. They really, really do. They attempt to chalk it all up to him being clumsy with his words, he’s known for that, after all. But usually Hange can easily understand what Levi’s really trying to say. Their friends even call them Levi’s personal translator, because no matter the state they’re in, they always find the meaning in Levi’s short and, oftentimes confusing, remarks. But–

But if Levi meant what they think he meant then– no, it can’t be. It is utterly ridiculous. Even the notion is completely fanciful. 

They just were tired, and, maybe, a bit affected by the whole experience. Dancing, after all, is quite an intimate affair. And while they didn’t feel anything even remotely resembling that with Moblit, it’s simply because Moblit is, well, Moblit. Good-looking, certainly, but not in the way that Hange prefers. He lacks the edge that gets them so excited. 

Levi has that edge, however, and Hange would have to be completely blind or blatantly lying to deny his handsomeness. 

Perhaps, it’s simply natural to feel this way while in such close proximity with him. It’s strictly physiological. It’s not like any deeper feelings are involved. 

And, certainly, Levi does not reciprocate them. It’s all just in their head, and it will go away as soon as this whole farce with fake relationship is over. 

They just need to win the competition, there is no place in their mind for anything besides that. 

_____________

For the next week, they rehearse almost daily, stopping more often than not when they’re either too tired to continue or so sweaty they can’t stand to be so close to one another. The routine evolves a bit, getting more complicated and so, so much better.  

As does their relationship. 

The necessity to spend so much time alone with Levi pushes Hange to realization that although they’ve known him for so long, they don’t really know him all that much. It shouldn’t be surprising to be honest, he does tend to stick to the background, after all, and it’s understandable why his persona oftentimes gets overlooked in a group of friends as rowdy as theirs is. 

But now that Hange pays more attention to him and him only, they discover many hidden sides of him that they had no idea existed. But now that they do, they’re so very eager to explore them in more depth. 

For starters, they find out just how funny Levi truly is. They’ve heard his cutting remarks many times before, of course, they’ve laughed at them just as often, but now that there are just the two of them, no raucous laughter from Mike or teasing jests from Nanaba, Hange develops a new fondness for his humor, dry as though it might be. 

He’s also unbelievably considerate, a trait of his that before Hange was only vaguely aware of. But now they see just how kind Levi is, albeit he does express it in very peculiar ways. He pushes into Hange’s hands his lunch, saying that he accidentally made way too much, he gives them mittens, claiming that he does not need them, he walks them to their dorm after their dancing sessions because, apparently, he sleeps way better after a stroll, he brings them coffee in the morning, cursing the barista in the local cafe, who mixed up his order for the third time in a row. The kind gestures are adorable and heart-warming to no end, and the badly executed attempts to cover them up make Hange brim with fondness for him.

He’s surprisingly attentive too, not just tolerating Hange’s endless rambling but actually listening to it as well. He barely participates in conversation, no matter what it is about, but he always listens, hums or shakes his head to express his agreement or disbelief. 

And– what perplexes Hange most of all - he helps them sell the story of being madly in love when even Hange themself doesn’t think to do so. He sits just a little too close, when they eat in cafeteria, holds their hand as they go to fill the application form to join the contest, and once, as Zeke passes by them in a hallway, he wraps an arm around their waist, pulling their side flash against his. 

The act is spontaneous, his palm on their waist is so warm that it snatches air right out of Hange’s lungs. 

He lets go of them just as abruptly as he pulled them in, and instantly - they lament the loss of his touch. 

And it’s such a ridiculous, completely irrational thought - not only Levi is their friend, but don’t they touch on a daily basis? Aren’t they just as close - if not more - when they’re dancing? 

But this feels different, somehow. It was technically unprompted, after all, Hange didn’t ask that of him. 

And it’s this very thought that makes them question - why does Levi even go along with their crazy idea? Why a man as blunt as stubborn as he is, didn’t just tell them to fuck off? 

With Moblit, at least, there were no doubts. He’s as loyal as they come, and on top of that Hange promised to tutor him in biochemistry to return the favor. With Moblit, there were no secret motives. 

Does Levi have any? 

Hange doesn’t know, and they hate not knowing, so they decide not to torment themself, not come up with any more ridiculous conclusions, and simply ask like– well, like normal people do. 

And so, after yet another rehearsal, just four days before the contest, ask they do. 

“So,” they begin, as they sit down to take a much needed breather. They feel too awkward, clumsy, completely out of their element, but Hange braves through, even going as far as to meet Levi’s eyes. “I know I asked a lot of you with this whole contest thing, and I know, you’re not exactly a shy type, so I’ve been wondering… do you want something in return? Maybe, my lecture notes, or–” 

“No, nothing like that,” Levi answers. “I haven’t decided what I want yet, but…” he pauses, and for the briefest moments, for half a heartbeat, his eyes dart to Hange’s lips. They notice it, it’s hard not to, but– they don’t know how to feel about it. At least, their mind does not. Their body, however, feels like it’s caught fire. Their cheeks grow hot, their heart beats so, so fast and in their stomach - there is again that strange warm feeling. “Can I tell you after the contest?” 

Levi’s voice is calm, level. Hange desperately tries to match it. 

“You mean after we beat that pathetic loser?” they say with a chuckle that rings far too hollow. “Sure! You can ask anything of me!” 

Their words, the easy promise echoes in their head long after they’ve said it. It still rings in their ears even as they go to bed. 

Anything, they’ve said. And with seeping dread, Hange realizes they might really mean it. 

_________________________

The last night before the contest is the toughest rehearsal they’ve yet had. 

Hange’s moves are out of rhythm, uncoordinated, they’re either too quick or too slow. They’re completely out of sync with Levi, which hasn’t happened… since their very first session. 

After one too many accidents of a stomped foot, a low growl rips out of Levi’s throat. He yanks his hand out of Hange’s grasp, marches to turn the music off and turns to look at them, eyes fiery and far too dark. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you that nervous?” 

“No!” Hange quickly lies, averting their eyes from Levi’s too intense gaze. 

But he lets them have none of it. He’s by their side in an instant, and first - he pulls on Hange’s hand until they take a sit on the floor, then - he keeps hold of that same hand, snatching their right to pretend that nothing’s wrong with them. 

“You realize that the world is not going to end if we lose to Zeke, right?” he asks, with far more softness than Hange thought he had in him. “Someone else might win the contest. And even if we do win and beat him fair and square, he’ll continue to be an insufferable dick. It’s not going to fix him, Hange.” 

You are not going to fix him, hangs heavily in the air, and that– that makes Hange laugh. Because it’s not their goal, not at all, at least - not anymore. Perhaps, if they were honest with themself, they did want to get Zeke back. They’ve missed him for much longer than the jerk deserved. They’ve craved the exhilarating feeling of being cherished, understood and listened to that he gave them. But– it’s not what they want now. Or, rather - it’s not Zeke that can provide that to them. Now, they have an entirely different problem. A problem that came out of nowhere and doesn’t seem so easily fixed. 

A problem in a shape of one Levi Ackerman. 

They like spending time with him, perhaps a bit too much, like hanging out and exchanging silly jokes, like sharing lunches, like rambling to him about anything and everything and catching his gaze on them, knowing that he listens, even if he is not particularly interested in the topic. They like dancing with him too, a lot, but more than that - they like having him so close. 

Levi is warm and solid, and so gentle that butterflies in their stomach often make Hange feel dizzy. And his eyes - that fascinating color they've always compared to steel in their head, in the artificial light and when they’re aimed at Hange, now seem like a sky on windy, chilly days that are best spent indoors with a cup of tea and an exciting book. 

Only Levi’s arms are far warmer than any cup of tea, and he himself is far more fascinating than any book that Hange has ever read. 

Levi is amazing, they’ve come to realize, and that realization feels like a brick that’s fallen on their head. Well, hadn’t he always told Hange that they’re a bit too soft in the head? He was right, perhaps. Perhaps, he knew Hange far more better than they knew him. 

Hange chuckles softly at their silly thoughts, and, catching Levi’s confused glare, they smile at him and say, “I don’t want Zeke, not anymore.” 

The rest of the rehearsal goes on without a hitch. 

______________

The night of the contest is very different from what Hange imagined it would be. 

There is just as insane amount of little hearts streaming from the ceiling as they expected, the public is as rowdy and cheers for their friends just as loudly, but what is missing is the thrill, the nerves, Hange’s very own clammy hands and wildly beating heart. 

Instead of anxiety or anticipation, there is only a sense of melancholy that threatens to swallow them whole. 

Tonight is the last time, after all. The last time that they’ll dance with Levi. And the last day that he needs to pretend to be their boyfriend and spend nearly all his time by their side.

They surely will miss it, they surely will miss Levi’s glares, his dry remarks, his blink-and-miss-it smiles, the warmth of his touch and the giddy feeling that being so close to him brought to them. 

Everything will return back to normal after this night. Levi will return to his position as a friend Hange only occasionally hangs out with. 

Too bad that now they wish to be someone more to him. 

“Zeke looks even uglier with that beard. You definitely dodged a bullet there, four-eyes. Imagine kissing that face.” 

It’s with a start that Hange turns to look at Levi. They haven’t realized he was standing so close to them. And they haven’t realized that it’s Zeke’s turn to perform now. 

How laughable, they think, allowing themself a little moment of self-pity, they've spent so much time and effort to beat Zeke, and now they don’t even follow his routine. 

But nothing is out of usual, is it? It’s just in their nature - jumping from one fixation to another and losing themself completely in it. 

“Not even reacting to my jokes now? It’s pretty rude, you know?” Levi now inches closer, his breath warming Hange’s ear. Like that, it’s very hard not to shiver. 

Like that, it’s very hard not to think how much they want him. 

“Sorry,” they put as much conviction as they can but the chuckle still comes out incredibly forced. “I was just zoning out.” 

“You looked sad,” Levi says, his mouth pulled in a displeased expression. “Is it because of–”

“Of course not!” Hange denies hastily. And just as hastily they take Levi by the hand. They don’t know even as they do it why they do it, but– Levi’s hand is warm and soft and fits right into theirs. And– he does not pull back. 

That is enough for Hange to await their turn with a smile on their face. 

____________

When their names are announced and they’re ushered onto the scene, the nerves do get the best of Hange, but - only for a fleeting moment. 

They look away from the crowd, missing the smug smirk on Zeke’s face, they tune out all the cheering and applause, and focus only on the music and a man in front of them. 

Gliding through the stage is easy when they know Levi follows them, that he will mirror their every step and move. Hange forgets about everything, lets emotions wash over them as they enjoy their last dance with him. 

The music swells, coming to a climax only at the very end, as Hange, with all the dramatics they can muster and not breaking eye contact with Levi, dips him. 

The song ends on a high note and the crowd’s cheering fill the silence instantly, and Hange is ready to straighten their partner, when something unexpected happens. 

That unexpected comes in the form of Levi’s hand fisted in their tie and pulling on it until Hange’s face is inches away from his. The unexpected doesn’t stop there, and it blows Hange’s mind completely, when Levi crushes his lips against theirs. 

The kiss is sudden - and that is quite an understatement - and it is sloppy, uncoordinated, their positions are too uncomfortable to allow it to be anything less than that, but none of that matters, none of that makes this moment any less precious to Hange. They lose themself in it, the world fading to the background instantly, but all too soon - Levi pulls back. 

“I made you chocolate,” he whispers in the small space between their lips. “Be my Valentine?” 

Quick and sure, without even a shadow of a doubt, Hange answers - by kissing Levi once again. They put too much force, too much feeling in it, and as a result, both of them end up in a mess of limbs on the floor. 

The public dissolves into cheery laughter right away, and so does Hange, and after a quick beat - Levi joins as well. 

He looks so handsome like this - with cheeks red, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. Hange can’t tear their gaze away from him, they don’t want this moment to ever end. It sadly does when one of the professors ushers them off scene with a strict voice and badly hidden smile. But Hange doesn’t let that small hindrance put their mood down. They help Levi get to his feet, clasp his hand tightly in theirs and lead him to a more secure place, away from the public’s greedy eyes. 

That night, they don’t find out who won the competition. That night, they find themself preoccupied with far more pressing matters. That night turns out to be the very first one of the many, many more to come.

[those70scomics]

Fictober Day 26: "you were the first"

That '70s Show Fanfiction

Steven surprised Jackie at her design studio during her lunch break. Except she wasn't eating lunch; she was checking in with her staff. Before they could break to eat, they had to be clear on what to finish before the weekend. Fridays weren't normally this stressed, but the House of Burkhart didn't normally scrap a fashion line to design a new one to show buyers months after September fashion week.

She pulled a pin from her mouth and said, "I'm insane," to Sergio.

"Yes, you are. But that is why we adore you." He took the pin from her. "We have this under control. We should go for our lunch break, and you should do more than acknowledge your fiancé."

"All right, all right. Lunch, everyone! Be back in an hour."

Sergio smiled and winked at her, and she smiled back. He proved his worth as her lead designing assistant every day.

Her staff cleared out from the studio, and Jackie pecked Steven on the lips. He was holding two familiar plastic bags that smelled of spice. He'd brought them lunch from their favorite Chinese food restaurant, and she led him to her office.

With her chicken chow mein and his sweet-and-sour pork dishes on her desk, he told her the reason for his visit: "I've signed my first band to my label."

"Oh, Steven, that's great!" She was truly happy for him and for the mental time away from her own work. "What's their name? What's their music like?"

"Reignition Confirmed. They actually started working on their album the last two weeks. Signed 'em the first day Burn-Out Records was official and got them into the recording studio."

He ate a piece of sauce-slathered pork but used a napkin to keep food off his face, a favor he did for her. Her appetite tended to wither around messy eaters.

"This band's got almost enough songs for an album," he went on. "I brought a demo of rough mixes. Might give you some inspiration, along with the lead singer's style."

"Thank you, but I don't want to copy anyone's style but be influenced by it -- and influence it."

"Who said copy? I said inspire." He stood from the desk and popped a cassette into her stereo system.

The introduction of the first song played through the speakers. Goosebumps rose on her arms as the song transitioned into the main riff, and she stopped eating. "The rhythm guitar ... "That's you."

He grinned and returned to his lunch and to her. "I'm not only the A&R guy but part of the band. I help with music and lyric writing. Known these gals and the drummer, Nate, for a while. Played with them in clubs."

His club shows weren't a secret. She'd gone to a few of them, but she tried to find this band -- Reignition Confirmed -- in her memory. She failed, but a kaleidescope of emotion turned in her chest.

"Your dream, actual dream, is coming true," she said with a genuine smile, but tears welled in her eyes. "I'm happy for you, baby. I really am ... but am I gonna lose you to it?"

He dragged his chair to her side of the desk and sat. His hands cradled her cheeks; his thumbs stroked her ears, and he said, "I love bein' part of the music scene, but you were the first scene I fell for. You were the first."

"Am I still the first in your life?"

"I'd quit the band, my career, but I'll never quit you." He pressed a kiss into her forehead, and her fear disintegrated.

[mrhaitch]

Mr Haitch. So... I'm low-key in a fix.

Okay, who am I kidding, I'm screwed. And it's because I'm in a huge stump. A colossal reading stump.

Of course, that doesn't stop me from reading fanfictions. But it keeps getting insanely difficult to read books these days, whereas I could read like a lunatic even a year ago. No matter how boring the composition was

It's the opposite these days. Most of the time, I can't read fiction due to some weird feeling that's suspiciously like.. disinterest? Wariness? Unwillingness? Something. Sometimes, I struggle to read fanfictions, even. And that is saying something.

In turn, I'm absolutely neglecting my studies, and every other work. I just can't sit and study for too long. Plus point, I've become low-key callous towards my religion as well. It's the most important prep time of my life and now I'm feeling utterly demotivated and oddly numb sometimes to even move. Think I'm screwed royally this time.

Hey anon, welcome to the club. We'd offer you a jackets but our seamstress developed ennui and had to rest her eyes on the sea, and that was eight months ago.

Fundamentally you sound uninspired. Perhaps you've read a lot of the same thing or had a bad run of books and stories, or it's regular old burnout. As I've mentioned in recent posts, this is something I've been struggling with myself.

(Before I carry on I have to harp on about a book that helped me break the funk a bit. Hammer on Bone by Cassandra Khaw is a weird fiction/noir mashup - think Humphrey Bogart Vs Cthulhu and you're on the right track - that's fundamentally about childhood trauma and overcoming your personal monsters. Loved it.)

Change things up, in as many ways as you can. Read other things - switch to nonfiction and read fiery polemics written by bug-eyed Russian Anarchists, or dew-eyed poetry written by sad sack librarians, or whatever grabs your fancy. If you typically read fantasy then switch to horror, or a good whodunnit, or a slow simmer literary piece about the death of the nuclear family. If it's not your usual, then it's of immense value to you.

Don't just do it with your reading habits, though. Take different routes when you walk, get something new for lunch, pause at some point in your routine and look at where you are - and I mean really look. Modern life often feels like a series of interconnected conveyor belts with no beginning and no end, and the creak and whirr of the machinery often lulls you to a kind of half-sleep. The only way off the conveyor belt is to make it stop, and to see and do something new and unexpected.

Lastly: take your time. Don't force yourself to become suddenly enthused with words and work again. Find little and fun ways to re-engage, to find a smidgeon of inspiration, and allow your brain to rebuild itself at whatever pace it needs.

Hope this helps and if you need any reading recommendations, feel free to look at a recent answer which was a laundry list of some of my modernist favourites, or hit me up again.

[princezzleia]

🎪🪄🎟️ ― 𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙖'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙨

Notes: because I have many projects going on right now so I created this post to keep track of fanfictions I'm working on. english is not my first language so i take times more than most people. i also have life outside of tumblr so sometimes i'm burning out and i have to recovering myself. i'm so sorry for the inconveniences. 🥺 but i want you to know that i put myself into my works a lot. i write because i love to write and i want people to enjoy them too! i hope you understand.❣️

💌 ― p.s. if you want to be tagged when fanfic(s) is complete i created a form for taglist too! (Below this post) i will update the progress in this post.

credit(s): dividers by @enchanthings @cafekitsune thank you for beautiful dividers 😘

Joel Miller

— bad idea, right? (drafting)

summary: You broke up with Joel five months ago. You moved on and have a new boyfriend but as the time passed you have a problem with your new boyfriend and he left you at the club so you called Joel but things got out of your hands. Is it a good idea to called your ex?

— obsessed (drafting)

summary: You seemed to be obsessed with the fact that you wouldn't be a good partner for Joel as you are much younger than his ex-wife but Joel ensure you that you are perfect in every way.

Javier Peña

— Untitled (drafting)

summary: You tried to do something new you've never done like getting your nails done for the first time but you had no idea Javier is pretty into it so much.

— Untitled (drafting)

summary: Steve knew when Javier just had a great fuck. His belt said it all. You find a perfect gift for Javier two years ago and he never want anything else again. (He love that belt and he fuck you while tied you with that belt and the next morning he wear it to work :)

General Acacius

— The Hearts of Rome (x Lucius Verus) [First draft]

summary: You and Acacius are in secret relationship but when Lucius returned and claimed his right as Roman emperor, he needed a consort who would secured his position. You and Lucius had been bonded with a marriage arrangement since you were a kid. So he chose you to be his consort.

— Untitled (drafting)

summary: You and Acacius had been married for years. One day when you having a dinner with your family, your father said something that make you insecure about your body and he was asking for a grandchild. So Acacius ensure you that you're beautiful and trying to get you pregnant :)

Din Djarin

Coming soon ...

Agent Whiskey

— All That Jazz (drafting)

summary: There's a new jazz singer in town and Jack decided to stop by one night but he had no idea that it would change him forever.

Reed Richards

— Untitled

summary: Your marriage life with Reed is better than you could ever imagined. He planned everything for you and he's very organized. Despite busy schedule, he's always making breakfast, packing lunch, and preparing dinner for you. And two of you help each other with household shores. Everything is perfect but you've never imagined that he also have a plan for get you pregnant.😚

Drabbles

— Girls' Dad! Pedro's characters

summary: I'm going to write situations that happened to a common Girls' dad (based on some true stories lmao) and im going to write Pedro characters as a girl dad in different situations. mostly it's going to be a father-daughter relationship but also include reader as a mommy sometimes.

Series

— Untitled (Immortal!General Acacius)

summary: General Acacius made a contract to be immortal and live for eternity because of his greed and lusted for war but he has to be fed with blood every 3 months or else he would die. After time has passed, he no longer want to live and no purpose in life until he met you. You were hired as his new assistant and he make an offer that left you in dilemma. You have to make him drink your blood every 3 months. You cannot lose this job but can you accept this offer?

— Untitled (Sub!Lucius Verus)

summary: After two years of reigning, it isn't easy for Lucius to make Rome better than it was after Caracalla and Geta period. He's seeking for relieved and then one night he came across you at the brothel.

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update: December 20, 2024

[codecicle]

if I had three wishes the first would be to make RPF fanfiction real. All of it. All at once. Every single event is real but only happens to the ones its written about. Lunch club would go through the apocalypse but only them the rest of the world is normal. And they’d probably have gay sex but thats just what happenes when all RPF is real

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