#maybe Ace but these girls still got me stuttering

[becomingmina]

How they would react to Y/N being clumsy/ embarrassed during... smut w/ SKZ hyung line 18+ only mdni.

How they would react to Y/N being clumsy/ embarrassed during sex w/ hyung line:

Bang Chan/Chris:

“Channie..” you say climbing onto your boyfriend’s lap.

He was sat on the couch, definitely teasing you by the way he is all spread out - legs wide apart, the tent in his sweats visibly on display for you. It was so welcoming, so perfect for you to sit on.

You start to press little pretty kisses to his face, showering him with affection but it soon turns into a heated make out session. His big hands are now gripping your hips helping you hump his erection.

You wanted more, you needed him inside you and the only way you were able to get what you want is if you cum first desperately like this.

You gripped his shoulders, closing your eyes as you continue to rub against him, getting closer to your climax. You lean back as you feel your orgasm approaching. It hit you hard, your fingers left dents his skin as your hips move rapidly to extend your wave of pleasure.

“Careful!" Chan says as you lean back further, losing your balance. You were glad your boyfriend was sane, quickly grabbing your waist before you fell. Your arms quickly wrapped around his shoulder as you scared yourself.

You sat in silence, hiding your face in his neck in embarrassment. He lightly chuckles to himself before nudging you to look up at him.

“Tell me what's going on in here? My dumb little girl,” he asks as he taps your head with his finger.

“I— um,” you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“You climbed on me remember?”

“I thought we were in the bed.. and you usually get on top after so I leaned back.. naturally and.. I don’t want to talk about it,” you stuttered closing your eyes so you don’t witness him laughing.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You are so cute,” he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Here let me take care of you, baby girl,” he shuffled about on the couch so he can ace you in your back, ripping your shorts off you.

Lee Minho/ Lee Know:

“My body is covered in marks,” he chuckles softly as you continue to suck lightly at his skin.

There were already hickeys scattered around his chest, his neck, all over his body. There was way too many to count with one hand but you couldn’t stop. He tasted way too addictive, you were hooked.

“God, you’re so horny,” he scoffed, as his hands come to help guide your hips.

You don’t know what happened but it flipped a switch in you, you were desperate to cum now. Your lips move from his collarbone to latch onto the skin of his neck, right there his pulse was.

You start to feel your orgasm approaching and you lightly sink your teeth into his skin.

"Owww..." you heard Minho mumbles quietly but you don’t stop. Instead you have the urge to use more force, biting down on his skin as you cum hard.

“Baby! Shit—” you hear him suck in a sharp breathe and his hands powerfully halts your hips. You finally pull away, sitting up as you come to realise what you had just done.

"Tsk!” He click his tongue, one hand coming up to apply pressure on the area you just bit. “Kitten you're going to draw my blood one day,” he says sternly, shooting his dark eyes up at you.

“I'm sorry,” your eyes start to fill with tears at his tone. You get off him and pull him to he sit up. Your hand comes up ontop of his adding a little more force, trying to soothe the sting. “Are you okay Min?” You felt so guilty you hurting him.

“You hurt me!” he hates to lash out like this but the pain was still there, it hurt him a lot.

“I’m sorry Min. I’m sorry. I’ll get some ice,” you couldn’t even look him in the eye, jumping off the bed but he stopped you.

He feels bad at your reaction, he knows you it was an accident. You were never this clumsy in bed and maybe your pleasure just got the best of you.

“Next time be careful, okay?” He says gently to reassure you, pulling back on top of him. “Did you cum though, kitten?”

You nod with pink cheeks, feeling fucking guilty.

“I didn’t though,” he smirked. You know the perfect way to make up for it.

Seo Changbin:

“You’re doing do well,” Changbin praises you as you ride him.

You usually don’t top, only because you want to be his little pillow princess and also because Changbin was a freak in bed. You much rather let him have his way with you since he was so good at it.

But today he made it a big issue wanting to see your boobs jiggle as you bounce on him. As embarrassed as it is for you to top, you can never say no to your sweet boyfriend.

Your legs were aching now, you’ve tried multiple positions now but he hadn’t cum yet. You kept going, trying your hardest to keep it up but you were exhausted, you were sweaty. The heat on this Sunday afternoon was extremely intense as well making you dizzy. Your hips start to slow down and Changbin notices your disorientation state as you shut your eyes.

“Hey hey hey baby?” He says sitting up to hold you as you fall forwards onto him head hitting his shoulder. You were out. He grasped your face, tapping your cheeks to wake you up.

You opened your eyes and realised what you had done. You passed out while riding you boyfriend, how embarrassing.

“Hey? You okay?” Changbin combs through your hair but you don’t answer him, you were too embarrassed. “Why didn’t you stop?”

“I wanted you to cum first,” you replied, diverting your eyes somewhere else.

“Silly girl,” he giggles before lifting you by your waist from him. “Lay here, I’ll get you some water,” you lie on the bed as per his instructions but then turn on your stomach, burying your face in the bed letting out a big sigh. Changbin smiles to himself before turning you back over.

“Don’t be shy, it’s okay baby,” he presses a kiss you your lips. “Let me get water and we can do whatever you want, okay?” He says looking down at his still hard on.

Hwang Hyunjin:

“You like that?” Hyunjin smirked at you, two fingers deep in you. You were on display for him, naked all spread out on his lap in the drivers seat of his car.

“If you keep going… I might squirt on you, baby boy..” you stuttered, trying your hardest to hold back.

“I want to see it,” he cheekily remarks, riling you up.

“Hyunjin.. ahh ahhh- it’s too much,” you cried as he continues to pump his fingers inside you. The noises your pussy was making was like music to him, he wanted to hear more. He couldn't forget your scent too, how it filled the space of his tiny car.

“Come on.. spray me with your juices.. Doll, you smell so yummy, wanna lap up all your wetness,” he eggs you on, his free hand comes to rub your clits as his finger that was inside you curled hitting the spot.

"Ahh—" you moaned as you feel your juice squirting out of you. Your eyes was close, you bit your bottom lip as pleasure washes over you.

You leaned back still squirting all over him as your elbow pressed the horn of his steering wheel scaring you. Your body buckles forward, shaking from your orgasm and the scare as you hold onto Hyunjin. The honk catches him off guard making him flustered but your reaction was too cute for him to react.

“Ha— fuck you’re so cute,” he says holding you tightly to ease your little heart. “Did you just scared yourself mid your orgasm?” You nod at his question, squirming in his arms.

“You’re so cute, thank god my dash cam recorded it,” he teased trying to lift your face up.

"No, Hyunjin, you can’t watch it back," you chuckle at your own reaction.

"Why? My pretty girl embarrassed?" he continues to taunt you.

"Don’t be, it was cute..." he presses a kiss to your forehead then examining the situation. His shirt, his seat and even part of his window was covered in your wetness. "Fuck we’re soaked, baby."

Maknae line here 💌

{Notes: Not proof read. Something quick before I head out. Makenae line coming up soon 🙂 I wanted to add some explicit pics from mangas but I thought it was too much. Do you guys want to see anime titties? lmao}

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Another Classic Rock Fan

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summary : a broken jukebox leads dean to a woman who’s so much like him that she sweeps him off his feet.

pairing : (earlier seasons) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language, sexual themes (?)

word count : 1.7k

warnings: language, implied sex/nudity, violence

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“Son of a bitch!” You muttered, hitting the side of the jukebox, as if that would suddenly fix the (clearly half-a-century-old) machine in front of you.

“I tried that ten minutes ago sweetheart, it doesn’t do much,” A man’s voice said behind you.

“Well, maybe you didn't hit it right!” You exclaimed, hitting it again but in a different spot.

“What song are you trying to play?” He asked.

“AC/DC, You Shook Me All Night Long. And, before you say anything; if you want a shot at getting in my pants tonight don’t you dare disrespect that band,” You replied before you finally turned around to look at the man. “Or any of the classics, while you're at it.” He was taller than you, with brown hair and light brown eyes that stared down at you. The room was dark, but you could see a smirk form on his full lips when he saw your face.

“Hey, I wouldn’t dream of it!” He held up his hands in defense. “I’m an AC/DC fan myself.”

“Favorite song?” You quizzed, narrowing your gaze.

“Trick question, they’re all great,” He shrugged a little.

“Correct,” You nodded. “List some songs though.”

“Thunderstruck, Sin City, Girls Got Rhythm, Let There Be Rock; should I keep going?”

“No, I believe you're a fan,” You laughed, letting your guard down a little.

“So baby,” He smirked, “what’s the going price?”

Your smile disappeared and you stared daggers at him. “Go to hell!” You exclaimed before you brushed past him, intentionally bumping into his shoulder as you did so.

“Wait- That’s- Shit,” He stuttered, regretting what he said.

You turned around, a childish smile now on your face as you looked up at him; “Shot Down In Flames, nice job. You really thought I didn’t get the reference?”

“I really thought,” He laughed lightly. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“Sure,” You turned back around and he followed you to the counter. You could feel him staring down at your ass and you smirked a little; you wore your jeans that accented that feature for a reason.

“I’m Dean, by the way,” He smiled when the two of you sat down. “What’re you drinking?”

“I’m Y/n, and just a beer’s fine.”

“So, is there a reason you’re alone at a bar on a Thursday night?” He asked, motioning the bartender toward you. He then ordered two beers.

“I’m in town for work, don’t really know anyone here,” You shrugged and took a sip of the beer.

“Me too, actually,” Dean responded.

“Really? What kinda work?”

“Law enforcement.”

“Would not take you for a cop,” You nodded in response.

“So, who got you into AC/DC?” He asked, wanting to change the subject.

“My mom traveled for work so my little sister and I were stuck in the car a lot. My mom loved classic rock. It’s all she ever played for us, really.”

“No way! My dad was the same way! Traveled for work, loved the classics, played ‘em for me and my little brother all the time!” He exclaimed, both of you smiling widely.

The two of you talked about nothing in particular for another twenty or so minutes, Dean making the occasional flirty joke about taking you to his motel room.

**

“Oh my god!” Sam exclaimed, covering his eyes in a hurry.

“Sam, what the hell! Knock!” Dean huffed back as you hurried to cover yourself with the sheets. Dean stood up, still wearing boxers, and you sat up in the bed.

“Wait, you’re Sam?” You furrowed your brows. “And you’re Dean. The Impala in the parking lot…shit. You’re not- You’re not the Winchesters, right?”

“How’d you know that?” Dean asked.

You covered your face with your hands and groaned; “Oh my god! You must be working the case here! The four women drained of blood?”

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” Dean repeated, his voice now raised a little.

“Calm down, I’m a hunter,” You sighed. “I’m here working the case too, it’s clearly a vampire!”

“You’re a hunter?” Dean affirmed.

“What, you didn’t see the anti-possession tattoo?”

“No, I definitely did,” He smirked.

You looked up at him, a smirk finding its way onto your lips as well. You stood up, holding the sheet like a towel wrapped around you. “So, why don’t we work the case together?” You said, placing an open hand on his heaving chest.

He took your face in his hands and replied, “Of course,” before he kissed you.

Sam cleared his throat obnoxiously before he exclaimed; “Four dead bodies? Possible vampire nest? Impending doom? Any of this ringing a bell?”

“Sammy-” Dean started.

“Come back in about fifteen minutes, okay?” You told the taller man and then kissed Dean again. Sam got out of the room in a hurry so as not to see what the quickly escalating situation would become.

**

“I’m Agent Jovi, this is my partner Agent Sambora,” Sam and Dean flashed their badges as you did the same.

“And I’m Agent Paula Stanley,” You added to Dean’s introduction. Dean looked at you as if with awe as you simply continued with the conversation. “Could you take us to the bodies, please?”

“Right this way,” The doctor replied. You followed him to the morgue, Dean’s eyes glued to your ass as you walked away.

“Dean?” Sam interrupted his train of thought.

“What?” Dean exclaimed, clearly out of sorts and still very distracted.

“God, you are a mess!” Sam joked, Dean just looked at him with confusion. “C’mon, you’re practically drooling over this girl!” He laughed lightly.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Well, she- She’s just-” Dean scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, I got nothing.”

“Dude, it’s okay. Just, ask her out after the case, please? We’ve got lives to save,” He patted Dean’s shoulder before they both walked into the morgue as the doctor walked out.

“Hey, does this girl look familiar?” You scrunched your eyebrows and looked at the newest vampire kill; the fifth vampire kill.

“No, does she look familiar to you?” Sam asked. He took a look at the toe tag, “Silvia Mortenson?”

“Oh my god, she was at the bar last night! I’m sure of it!”

“Did you see her leave with anyone?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, uh this man; he struck out with me,” You inhaled sharply, “so he went to talk to her.”

“That’s when you went for the jukebox,” Dean nodded.

“Yeah- Wait, were you watching me?” You questioned, a slight teasing tone in your voice.

“I may have had my eyes on the ridiculously hot woman in the Kiss tank top,” He smirked.

“So, we know who it is. Now what, we watch him, see who he leaves with, and follow them?” Sam interrupted.

“Or, we do the smart thing,” You shrugged. The brothers looked at you with confusion. “Use me as bait, duh! I lure him out, let him take me to the nest, you two follow me and we take them down from the inside.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean shook his head. “That’s not happening.”

“Why not?” You asked.

“Uh, where do I start?” Dean scoffed. You slightly tilted your head, confused. “It’s way too dangerous! You could die!”

“We’re hunters, Dean; danger and death are kinda in the job description.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Dean trailed off, trying to think of a way to keep you out of immediate danger.

“Yep, we’re doing this,” You nodded.

**

“I’d like to take you up on that drink now,” You smirked, sitting next to the vampire. He had offered to buy you a beer the previous night, but you turned him down.

“What, you're not leaving with Leather Jacket again?” He replied, gesturing to Dean, who sat at the other end of the bar.

“Well, I’m not one to kiss and tell, but let’s just say I want a real man to rock my world tonight.”

**

He led you back to his motel where four other vampires were waiting. Sam and Dean rushed in after you, but you had already beheaded two of them. Sam got one, while Dean got the other. You walked up to the last one, the one you had followed here.

“And just so we’re clear, this man,” You pointed at Dean, keeping the machete in your hand ready, “is amazing in bed!” And you chopped the vamp’s head off. You turned to Sam and Dean, all three of you splattered with blood. “What?” You asked, seeing the shocked and confused looks on their faces.

“Gotta say, that’s the craziest way a woman has ever complimented me,” Dean smirked.

“Just setting the record straight,” You shrugged, smiling.

**

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sam exclaimed when Dean walked into the room.

“I’m here to pack up before we hit the road?” He furrowed his brows before Sam rolled his eyes.

“So where’s Y/n, then?”

“She’s got her own room, second floor, why?”

“Did you get her number?”

“No…?”

“Are you an idiot?”

“Can you just get to the fuckin’ point?”

“Go ask her out before she leaves!” Sam exclaimed, seeing the gears in Dean’s head slowly turning before he left the room.

**

“Can I ask you something?” Dean said, standing outside your motel room.

“Sure,” You shrugged a little. You opened the door further so he could go inside.

“Why’d you say that? To the vampire, I mean.”

“About you being good in bed?” He nodded. “Well, when I was flirting with him at the bar I had to lie and say you weren’t good in bed, so I figured I’d set the record straight before killing him.”

“Oh!” He let out a bit of a laugh. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Can I ask you something?” You asked. “What are you doing here? I thought the famous Dean Winchester was all about lovin’ and leavin’.”

“That’s what I’m famous for?”

“Well, that and you know, all the incredible hunter stuff.”

“I- I’m here to ask for your number.”

“Hunter phone, or personal?” You asked. (It was pretty common for hunters to have at least two phones - one for hunter contacts and one for friends/family.)

“Personal, is what I was hoping for.”

“Okay,” You smiled.

[mcondance]

lights just went out at my house so ofc i’ve gotta fuck jj about it. this is new for me so. bare with me 😁🩵

i’m thinking about… a blackout with jj.

she’s a little prepared, of course, pretty girl is an organizer and planner obviously. battery packs are charged, and candles are lit (they’re yours, she likes your mini passion for candles, and she’s got her own for when you don’t wanna use your good ones.)

with the battery packs running low and your phones moving slowly for the lack of wi-fi, there’s not much to do but lie there and pace yourself on shows to conserve battery power. she’s a little warm against you, both of you in shorts and tanks, legs curled up with the others.

there’s not much to do.

it’s only natural that your minds move to one thing to do; each other.

her hand starts to roam as you pull her ever closer, whispering over your temple and cheek, until she’s placing her hand right over your tit and nodding all knowing, a sparkle in her eyes as you both lean in.

it’s getting warm, but the hot kiss feels so good you barely care. you’re already growing wet, and jj’s palming your tit through the thin little cami you’ve got on, and your legs part to allow one of her legs in between.

she grabs your tit just right, sending a little sparkle of feeling shooting from your nipple through your chest. you whine, a pathetic sound, all broken and ruined for her, and she craves and chases that sound like air.

air. air exists.

both of you separate and suck in said air, faces still close enough to feel the other’s breath ghosting against your face. her lips are slick with your spit and her nipples are hard, peeking through her shirt.

“we’re in a blackout and you’re still trying to get in my pants,” she jokes.

“i’m bored. nothin’ to do. i’d say you’re bored to, but it looks like you’ve found some entertainment.”

she shrugs and her eyes sparkle again. you kiss her again.

in the dark, her fingers find their home inside you and your squeaks and whines echo through the quiet home, and it’s fucking hot but she’s hotter, burning you from the inside out. the spit trailed from your shoulders to your neck is the only cold thing about you. your breath is ragged and rough and stuttered.

she can see where her fingers are stuffed inside your shorts that she disregarded in her pursuit of getting her fingers inside you. her hair is messy in the prettiest way and her blue eyes are dark and beautiful, and she glows even in the dim room. she’s a fucking dream, a princess as you like to call her, and she makes you feel angelic and depraved all at once.

your head lowers between her thighs at one point, her shorts discarded, and her spread wide for your tongue and fingers and eyes, a trinity working together in divine harmony that has her stomach caving in. one of the straps of her cami slides down her shoulder, the other one slides down when she reaches for your hair, threading her fingers into your curls.

you shake your head from side to side and it’s so much for her. she almost cries in response, the sparks resonating from your tongue on her clit fuck her mind and body up so bad. when she cums, she sounds like the princess you claim her to be, a melodic whine and a gasped “fuck,” all mixed up with her breaths as her eyebrows furrow and her thighs close around your head.

you’d think the temperature wasn’t rising with the way you two do everything but sit still. maybe it wouldn’t have even gotten so hot if you’d just resigned to reading a book or playing a board game.

when the lights finally flicker back on, and the soft whir of electricity and the ac kicking back on fill the house, you’d say you handled the blackout pretty well.

[hyperionheights]

bones sexuality headcanons

yeah i dont have proof (except angela) i just Know. call it my lesbian spidey senses. disclaimer that those are MY headcanons, you can have your own opinions on those ofc

main characters:

brennan: bi (preference for ugly men... but i digress). she probably started exploring her sexual orientiation in college and came to the conclusion that she's attracted to every gender to varying degrees. she's probably tongue kissed angela a few times pre season 1

booth: cishet ally! ⭐️ he's a bit confused but he's got the spirit, i'll give him that.. bi wife energy start playing whenever he walks into the room

zack: gayboi with a bad case of hero worship for dr brennan. naomi from paleonthology made him realise this isnt really what he'd like to excavate, if you get the gist... ;) (ew)

angela: imo? bi, but it's up to anyone. canon queer and i'm very happy about it

hodgins: bi. putting my foot down on this one- to me, hodgela is bi4bi. one day early into the series angela goes "why is everyone so hot... being bi is so hard" and hodgins is like "yeah, tell me about it" and they have a Oh, You Too? moment

cam: distinguished (ex-disaster) pan. she's all cool and collected now but in middle school she was probably stuttering whenever she saw a pretty girl

sweets: pan. boykisser. i just KNOW. that man is not heterosexual. probably had a few boyfriends in high school too

aubrey: bi? preference for women but in an alternate universe he and sweets are a thing

goodman: token straightie along with booth except i actually like him even tho even tho he took a 2 month sabbatical and never came back

squinterns:

clark: bi. a bit repressed and only realised it after breaking up with nora but as long as he gets there it's fine

daisy: pan. absolute girlkisser. she has the wlw equivalent of whatever zack felt for dr brennan. swaisy is a disaster pan couple.

fisher: pan- and i wont have it any other way. he was 100% checking sweets out when he came over to b&b's in s8, so i like to think when hodgins asks sweets "what is it with you and interns?" in 9x23 he's including fisher

wendell: bi and in a lab au he's dating vincent thank you

vincent: english twink and i think he and wendell should kiss in the lab lost & found

arastoo: straightie but we still love him. pan wife energy since he and cam are married

finn: god, i have No Idea but i have a feeling he doesn't either

wells: aro, and maybe ace too, but fyi even if he wasn't no one would want him

jessica: ... i used to say lesbian but i kinda let the jaubrey of it all get to me... pan vibes perhaps? i'll have to think it over. in another universe she and daisy are a thing too btw

other characters:

caroline julian:... lesbian. no i will not give an explanation for this one. sham marriage and all.

karen delfs: big pansexual energy coming from this random profiler?? i like her

villains: (do not take those seriously, but also...)

pelant: unlabeled. getting strangled by hodgins awoke something in him but he didnt have the time to figure it out between 8x01 and 9x04

taffet: very VERY mean lesbian

epps: heterosexual incel

broadsky: internalised homophobia over booth, clearly

kovac: the man pretended to be married to his sister. i'm not sure i even wanna know

[spiderrmax]

clyde, wendy, & jimmy + a parental friend

request: could I maybe request the same kind of reader [parental] but with Jimmy, Clyde and Wendy author's note: i used the same image. i have no shame. you know how annoying it is to find different images for each post? i don't know why i did that to myself

clyde donovan

A lot of his friends are kinda aggressive; he loves how chill it is with you!

You don’t make fun of him but still are funny. That’s awesome in his head

He brags about you so much to his gang.

“[Your name] cut me apple slices!”

“Last night, [your name] helped me with my homework. I’m going to ace this test.”

“[Your name] was cheering me on the entire game.”

All of Craig’s gang is kinda annoyed with him lol

He cried the first time you gave him something

It was a teddy bear you won at a fair. It was something you didn’t really care for, but thought he’d like, so you gave it to him.

You were so concerned when he started bawling.

You asked if he was okay, and he sniffled out a yes. You then asked if he’d like a hug, and he said yes again.

He squeezes you hard, hands gripping into your fabric. Your shirt is damp when he finally lets go, thanking you for the gift.

He got teary-eyed the next few times you gave him something, but now just hugs you as a thanks.

Any gift you give him is also shown off. He can’t help it! You’re so cool.

He really appreciates you! He waves at you everytime he sees you, and doesn’t care if others find it lame.

wendy testaburger

Is definitely used to more aggressive and detached affection. Her parents care for her, but more about her grades and her reputation. Her friends care for her, but those relationships are very flighty.

However, your presence in her life is very stable. She feels like she will always be able to go to you if she’s ever upset.

She doesn’t talk about you a lot, but will throw hands with anyone who insults you.

Doesn’t get how someone could insult you, and got in a fight with a fourth grader over it.  

You had to clean her wounds after it; you gave her a lecture that it’s not worth it, but also understand why she felt the need to fight.

You buy her bandaids with fun designs: hello kitty, disney, anything you think is cute

Love when you make her jewelry. Will wear it even if it clashes with her outfit.

Same thing if you sew! Any articles of clothing you make will get worn even if you’re the worst sewer in South Park

Always gets your input when she makes lists; if you’re a girl she invites you to her committee, if you’re not she makes you an “honorary girl”

She really values your opinion on those kinds of things, even if the list is best salad dressing.

Always goes to you when she has problems with Stan. Knows you’ll listen to all of her issues, and values any advice you can give.

jimmy valmer

Really values how sympathetic and understanding you are.

You don’t make his disability a big deal: you slow down when you’re walking with him, and mock his stutter.

Also really appreciates that you laugh at his jokes; you’re his number one fan!

You make an effort to show to every one of his shows.

He doesn’t say anything, but likes that he can always find you in his audience. If he gets nervous for any reason he’ll just look at you. 

He always gets your approval when he has a new joke! He tells you first, then the gang second

Was confused the first time you gave him a gift.

“Wha- what is it?”

You kinda just shrug, and it’s probably a toy, and say it reminded you of him.

It becomes his favorite to play with; it’s the only toy he also doesn’t share

You definitely get him those pun books for fun. You know it’s not original material but still think they can be funny.

[our-aroace-experience]

ok so here's my ace/arospec story

ace:

i learned about being ace

oh i don't know

12 years old maybe

i searched it up after reading about it online

"aroace definition"

it went something like

"being both aromantic and asexual"

i searched up

"aromantic"

"asexual"

at first i thought it was a bit strange

i hadn't learned yet

to distinguish

between romantic attraction and sexual attraction

because i didn't know

people actually wanted sex

people actually saw someone and went

"wow"

"i want to fuck them"

i had a crush on a childhood friend of mine

at the time

(a guy. i am a girl.)

i'd always assumed i was cishet

grew up in a conservative christian household

slightly offtopic but honestly my parents were great

not stereotypical conservative christians

both allies

they had friends who were trans and gay

i'd checked out queer media from the library

and they were fine with it

anyway

back to the story

so since i had a crush on the opposite gender

i assumed ofc

i was cishet

well ofc i wasn't into sex, i was just a kid

but at age 13

almost 14

i was alone

in a hotel room, no parents, on instagram

that's the only time i could get that

late night phone time

when i didn't have parents around

i found @i.put.the.ace.in.disgrace on instagram

scrolled through every fucking post

on their account

and on the #asexual tag

i related to those posts

like

a lot

a suspicious amount for someone supposedly allo

even though i was just a kid

yeah maybe i'd grow into it

maybe i'd feel attraction one day

but not now

and who the hell was going to tell me

what i could or couldn't identify as

so i tried out the ace label

spent hours and hours

wondering if it was right

if i was really ace

if i wasn't too young

but going back to being allo felt wrong

so i decided to keep the label

the first person i came out to

was an online friend

they were so amazing and supportive of it

i love them so much for that

they said i'd been on their gaydar for a while

(a message i still think about

when wondering if i'm really ace)

felt sick the next day

i'd always been an ally

supported my queer friends

arospec aspec trans homosexual i supported them all

but it made me sick

to think about me

myself

being queer

it was sort of rough

but i got through it

later

came out to my friend and her mom

they were cool about it

i knew i'd be safe

they weren't ecstatic or super happy

but they accepted me

"cool"

that's what they said i remember it

i was a hot mess that day too

stuttered over all my words when trying to come out

and they still accepted me

i love them

later

i decided to hint at my identity to my mom

talked about not liking sex

i checked out a few ace books

from the library

my mom took me aside

i don't remember her exact words

it went something like

"it's natural to be curious

but you can't be ace at 14

you're not trying to be

are you?"

ofc

i managed to convince her i was allo

had to be more careful then

arospec:

i'd only had one crush.

one crush who i'd liked as a friend first.

you see where this is going, don't you?

well

i didn't

i'd heard that aces had not very many crushes

so i assumed i was just Really Really Asexual

and i couldn't be aro hahahaha

i'd been in love before!

aros cannot be in love!

oh by golly i was wrong

i started questioning

(only one crush?

my friends are all over their crushes

plural

and i've only had one??

maybe i'm not as allo as i thought)

i debated over gray-aro and demi-aro

picked demi

it described my experience more accurately

came out to aforementioned friend

then aforementioned online friend

they were chill about it

(fucking love them)

then i 3d printed a black ring

and a white ring

ace

and aro

and this is maybe the best part of the whole experience

i had friends who were stereotypical conservative christian

queerphobic

they complimented my aro and ace rings

and so did my mom

and that made me really happy for some reason

shit that was a long ask im sorry

thank you for sharing! i hope your mum comes around to you being aroace one day

also side note: this reads like a poem it’s so well written!

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

LARRY

there now, steady love (so few come and don't go) 42k, fantasy AU

It becomes just another fact of life. The sky is blue. The grass is green. Louis sees when people are about to die.

now you're in my life (I can't get you off my mind) 34k, ace ABO

Harry loves romance.

In theory, anyway.

He loves the romantic movies, the careful brush of fingers against the back of a neck, the hand holding and the endless gazes. He loves the possibilities, the tension and the wonder. He loves the idea of falling in love, finding someone to come home to.

In reality, it’s a little different. Because as much as Harry loves the concept of dating, the reality sucks.

I know I've got this (because I've had it all along) 16k, girl!direction, boudoir shoot

Louis’ grip is delicate when she pinches the edge of the paper, brows furrowing as she reads the words that are written in an elegant loopy script. She glances at Liam once the words sink in, and he looks so happy and proud, so expectant. He’s on the edge of his seat, only Zayn’s hand on his shoulder holding him back, and Louis can feel something murky swirling in her stomach at the thought of having to feign appreciation.

Harry Styles Body Positivity & Boudoir Photography

The card is purple, the letters printed on it in black, with an almost lace looking overlay over the words. There’s what might be a bow belonging to a cute pair of panties separating Harry’s name from the service they offer. It’s a cute card.

It’s what’s on the other side that has Louis’ stomach in a knot.

Good for one (1) photography session and up to thirty (30) photos of your choice.

Serve me up a little hope on the rocks 10k, bartender AU

He’s just finished making a drink for another customer when a literal angel walks towards him. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the crowd almost seems to part for him, and for a moment Louis wonders if there’s a literal halo around him or if it’s just the lights in the bar, and then he notices the way the man trips over nothing, and the illusion wanes somewhat.

He’s still fucking gorgeous though, even on bambi legs, and Louis resists the urge to paste on his tried-and-ever-undefeated flirty smile. Instead he just grins, appraising this newest customer and trying to remain professional. He might be demiromantic, or whatever the fuck Zayn had called it, but that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate this man’s good looks. After all, his romantic identity had nothing to do with his sexual identity, much as people assumed it did. For a brief moment Louis laments his decision to stop sleeping with people, especially when the boy pops a dimple when he smiles back at him.

Or: Louis is a bartender who doesn't take drink orders, but just makes drinks based on what he thinks his customers will like. Harry is just another customer. Or is he?

All I know is I'm in trouble ('cause the atmosphere's so cold) 8.4k, Christmas holiday trip AU

While on a holiday with his best mate Zayn, Louis meets Harry, who seems to dislike him from the start. It's just his luck he ends up getting stuck on a ski lift with Harry. Except maybe the universe knows better and he really is lucky.

you and I love like it's a secret 4.7k, childhood friends, 7 minutes in heaven

Louis swallows, looking at Harry, who grins at him as though nothing’s wrong. He’s leaning against the door of a wardrobe, his long hair having lost some of its curls due to the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. Louis is still where he was the moment the door got closed behind them, all but pressed up against the wood, trying to keep as much distance between him and Harry as possible.

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks up at his best friend. He’s known Harry since he was barely out of diapers, and Harry gets him in a way that few people ever have – or have tried to. He knows him, to the point where sometimes Louis worries that he’s able to read his mind.

Or: It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

There's a piece of you in how I dress 3.8k, past Zouis, LiLo, Nouis, podcaster Louis

Taking a sip from his water, Louis shifts the mic a little closer to his face, presses the hotkey on his keyboard to continue the recording. “I recently heard someone say there’s a piece of you in how I dress, and it got me thinking. We all subconsciously pick up habits from our loved ones. Whether it’s a particular turn of phrase, or something that we got into because someone we care about loved it. I’ve asked this question on my Instagram – shutupandlistenpodcast – and we’ve had a few wonderful replies to that, so I’ll be reading some of those out shortly, but first I wanted to talk about the people that have become part of me, simply by being part of my life.”

the ghost of love keeps haunting me 666 words, reluctant ghost whisperer

Reluctant Ghost Whisperer Louis Tomlinson meets Harry Styles.

ZIAM

leave my life outside (or let me in) 52k, fantasy/demon AU

“You want to what-” he asks, even though he’s heard Louis correctly.

Louis shrugs a shoulder, unbothered. “I want to go to a Halloween party.”

Zayn pinches the bridge of his nose. “In the human dimension.” He adds, because that’s the part that stresses him out about this. Having a Halloween party in itself sounds like fun, he’s not going to lie. Even if he’s never been particularly fond of parties, hasn’t made many friends beyond Louis. But it’s one thing to attend a party with their classmates, where he can go home the moment he feels like his social battery’s drained. It’s quite another to sneak down to the human world.

It makes sense, in a way. Halloween is the one night a year where people won’t look at them and immediately recognize them for who they are. It’s the one night a year where their horns or talons are considered to be part of a costume.

☯☯☯

Zayn is a 111 year old demon who is trying to decide his future. Liam is a 17 year old human struggling with his own life. Two people from completely different worlds, yet they find a little piece of home in one another. But nothing’s ever quite that simple, is it?

there's always room for common ground 10k, divorced parents AU

Zayn never thought his life would be this way. When he’d first met Liam, he’d known that this was it. This was the man he was meant to marry, to be with for the rest of his life. And for a while things had been perfect. They had their dream wedding, their dream home, and after a few years, their perfect little girl. Things had been – well, perfect.

It’s why it’s so hard to swallow that these days Liam will barely look at him. That they’ve gone from being cuddled up on the couch together to barely being able to exchange pleasantries when they’re dropping off their daughter with one another.

the hidden love burns 6.8k, masturbation, d/s fic

Zayn loves Liam.

He’s also pretty sure he’s in love with Liam, which is unfortunate, because Liam doesn’t love him back. Because Liam has a girlfriend, a wonderful, brilliant girl who Zayn can’t hate no matter how much part of him wants to, because she makes Liam do that nose scrunch thing that he only does when he’s really happy, and Zayn can’t find it in himself to hate someone that makes his best friend look like that.

It’s partially why this whole thing is so complicated. And it's why every time Liam asks him to go out clubbing there’s always a part of him that wants to say no.

It’s never quite as loud as the part of him that wants to say yes, though. Because apparently Zayn is a fucking masochist.

See, the problem isn’t going out with Liam. The problem isn’t the loud music - although Zayn isn’t the biggest fan of it - or the people that try and flirt with them. The problem is the dancing.

I see the midnight on your lips 3.4k, rehab/addiction fix it fic

It’s not like his descent into addiction has been anything less than extremely public. It’s not like people won’t have expected it. His fans certainly have, he knows that much. He knows that they might even be happy that he’s here. Liam wishes that he could say he did it because of them. Because of the people that have followed his career, made his career. In a way, maybe he is. Because he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them, if he’d simply been Liam Payne of Wolverhampton, as opposed to Liam Payne, 1/5th of One Direction.

But he’s not here for them.

ZOUIS

we're still the kings of the Friday nights 22k, highschool AU

He’s been his best friend for as long as Louis can remember. It’s like he’s always been there, those hazel eyes present even in his earliest memories. Louis has trouble remembering a time before he grew accustomed to his smile, tentative when they first met, but then wide, a grin that had the ability to take over his entire face, exuding a joy that was so infectious that Louis just wanted to be close to him.

He’d felt drawn to him from the start, two boys that were so different but that had found themselves meeting in the middle time and time again, accepting each other for who they were even when the world seemed unwilling to. Even when Louis was too flamboyant and Zayn was too exotic, when Louis was loud and Zayn would be so quiet that people labeled him shy.

Zayn’s been everything, for so long now. His moral compass, his partner in crime, his ride or die.

And as of tonight, the first boy Louis has ever kissed.

I don't mind being lost at sea 2.8k, Zouis friendship, bad pick up lines

“Would you like your eggs cooked, scrambled or fertilised tomorrow morning?”

Zayn looks at the stranger thoughtfully. “You know,” he says, “I don't think that pick up line works when we're both male.”

Or: the fic where Louis tries to cheer up a stranger in a bar.

I hope you never look back but you never forget 2k, friendship, reconciliation

Dear Zayn,

People say time heals. I remember saying that myself in an interview a couple of years ago now. I think I said I wasn’t mature enough to have that chat with you. And I wasn’t, at that point. 

It's 2022. Louis thinks he's finally mature enough to have that chat with Zayn.

LILO

just see those hometown lights 12k, post break up

It was always their plan to move to New York together. Or so Louis thought. Alone, in a small apartment, having lost the love of his life, he takes advice from his sister Lottie and starts writing letters to the fire.

We were lucky once (I could be lucky again) 4.5k, Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU

It all started with a big battle. One of those big end of the world battles where Louis feels so incredibly powerless, where he knows he won’t be able to do anything but stand on the sidelines and wait for Liam to come back. Not to downplay his own abilities, which in some circles are considered formidable, but when it comes to true danger – well, there is only one Slayer.

The Slayer.

Into every generation and all that, Louis knows it, but that doesn’t mean that he has to like it when Liam puts himself in danger every night. It’s bad enough when it’s just your run of the mill vampire, it’s different when words like apocalypse and end of the world get thrown around. Liam takes it in stride, as he always does, jokes about how they need to come up with a plural form of apocalypse because they’ve lived through more than one in their time on the Hellmouth, but there’s always this tightness in Louis’ chest when he watches Liam head out to another battle, unsure whether or not he’s going to come back.

Unsure if this will be the last time he’ll see him and he’ll have to live with his regrets for years to come. With the thoughts of what could have happened.

[usagis-tsukinos]

Brutal Love - 19

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Chapter 18

Invisible

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: Angst

Words: 1,063

Ages: 14/16

A/N: A Sam fic, including his perspective during this time.

ask to tag: @just-a-sleepy-idiot

“Would you, maybe, wanna go to the movies on Saturday with me?” Sam awkwardly stood over her in the library as she sat with Gabriel in study hall, chatting about their plans for the night before Sam Winchester had made his way over. He’d watched her in class the past few months since he transferred over and his brother Dean was in one of her friend Gabriel’s sibling’s class. Sam was immediately introduced to the fact that while she was single, she was absolutely infatuated with Gabriel’s older brother Lucifer. He was just hoping that eventually she’d get over him and try to actually date someone her own age.

“The movies?” Her face lit up and Sam blushed just at the sight. Okay, you can do this. “Yeah,” he cleared his throat and shuffled the weight of his book bag on his shoulder. “Is there, uh, anything you wanted to see lately?”

She thought about it, looking at her blank notebook page before turning to Gabriel, who attempted to keep his face in check. He knew this wasn’t going to end well, but he figured he’d at least let the kid try. “Did you wanna go see anything this weekend? We’d have to ask Michael if you can go, too.” Gabe bit his lip, trying so hard not to tell her that Sam is asking for a date with just her and nobody else. Before he could answer, she chimed, “Oh! Michael should think it’s okay, cause you aced that math test, and cause then you can ask Kali to come and we can all go!” Making eye contact with Sam, Gabe gave him the best I’m Sorry, She Doesn’t Get It face he could without her noticing. 

Gabriel, taking her hand gently, still tried his best, “Why don’t you and Sam here,” he nodded his head in the boy’s direction, “Go and hang out? Besides, you’re sleeping at my place tonight anyway, right? You can tell your folks you made a new friend and you’re gonna go see a movie on Saturday!” She stared at him, having barely looked at Sam this whole time before actually moving her entire body in his direction and looking him over with a blank expression. All she could think was, What if Gabe gets bored and wants to hang out? What if Lucifer needs something? Quietly, she nodded, almost reluctantly, before smiling a little at Sam, “Sure, we can go out that day. My parents just have to talk to your parents.”

Sam almost punched the air before registering completely what she said. “My parents?” “Well, yeah.” She shrugged, not understanding the problem, clearly. “They just have to meet up with either your mom or your dad before we hang out or talk on the phone if they’re too busy to meet. Just so I don’t, like, get kidnapped.” She laughed and Sam gave a weak laugh in response. “S-Sure.” He cleared his throat again. “I can do that.” 

Once he got home, he immediately went to Dean’s room, knocking frantically to where Dean thought someone was getting murdered. “Hey! What happened!” “I need your help!” Sam stuttered, almost hating that he had to even ask Dean for help with girls. “I asked a girl out and- well, her parents have to talk to Dad before we can go to the movies.”

Dean stared for a moment, processing what was happening. Sammy, little nerdy, weird Sammy, asked a girl out? He couldn’t be more proud! “Well, good for you, Sammy! So here’s what you do–” “Dean! Are you listening to me? Dad’s not even in town!”

“Oh. Right. So. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll just tell her parents Dad’s out of town, and then they can talk to me and I’ll drive you guys to the movies, what do you say?” “You’d do that?” “Of course. You think I wouldn’t miss my baby brother’s first date?”

That being said, on Saturday after speaking to her parents and meeting up just for extra safety precautions, Sam and her were finally on their way to the mall to see the movie they’d agreed on. Dean offered to chaperone, but was quickly shooed away by Sam as they got to the mall entrance. For once, it finally felt like something good was happening in Sam’s life. He was in a good school, he was making some form of friends, he was on a date with a pretty girl–

Standing at the movie theater entrance with his crush, Gabriel ran up to Sam’s date to give her a hug and Sam Winchester thought he was gonna die on the spot. It wasn’t just that it was Gabriel and his date Kali, it was the fact that somehow, of all the people, Lucifer Shurley also stood a few feet away as Sam watched his date rush over to Lucifer to give him a hug, only to reject her because she was being too loud and clingy. It felt like his heart fell into his stomach. The whole time it was, “Lucifer, share popcorn with me!” or, “Lucifer, hold my hand, I don’t wanna lose you!” As Sam dejectedly followed the four of them around the movie theater for snacks and looking at posters before the movie started.

This absolutely sucked, and as miserable as he was, Sam couldn’t help notice the way she looked at Lucifer, or platonically held Gabriel’s hand as Kali lightly glared at her for even touching him. It wasn’t just third wheeling, it was like fifth wheeling. He almost wished Dean would’ve chaperoned despite his insistence that they were fine to be by themselves. The rumors were true, she was obsessed with the blond haired Shurley and Sam felt absolutely crushed by this realization. He couldn’t tell what was worse, her complete naivete that this was a romantic date and not a group social gathering, or the fact Lucifer was so.. Dismissive of her affections. As the movie went on, and as they went to get food afterwards, it felt like Sam couldn’t have felt lonelier; and yet Gabriel was there inviting him to the Shurley house to hang out more, and she was there holding Sam’s hand to encourage him to not let the fun end just yet.

This was going to be a very long school year for Sam Winchester, but hopefully a better one.

[basil-the-scorned]

When we reach the city

Part of Basil's Drabble December/WIP-Cember!

AN: I wrote this years ago, back when I was trying to figure out what the heck I was and I decided to put my thoughts through a book that I still get inspiration from (see Pleasure to Burn).

So yeah, Ace!Guy Montag for the win! (link is also right here!)

Montag never loved his wife.

He thought he did, back when he didn’t question everything. Then he found his first book.

He found out about those feelings through reading the books. Many were about love, books that told tales of a girl getting butterflies in her stomach and nervousness whenever someone she was truly in love with was around, a boy stuttering around that same girl and having sweaty palms.

He tried to remember a time when he felt anything like that, only to come up blank in his mind. He cared for Millie, he liked spending time with her and listening to her act on the big screen in the living room before everything. When she died along with the many others, he cried because his heart still broke for her, he was still a huge part of his life, even in the moments where he escaped. His heart still mourned for her.

But having butterflies? His hands sweating and his facing turning red? He didn’t have any feelings like that towards her, none whatsoever.

In fact, he doesn’t remember having those feelings for…anyone really.

The last place he thought he would be thinking about this was during a break everyone was taking from putting the last mirrors across the city. It was still some rubble around, but not as much as when they first came through the aftermath of the shockwaves. He still couldn’t tell where his old home was in the midst of all the black dust. All of it looks the same: same dust, same ruined land, same burnt…things.

Montag used to find comfort in the smell of burnt things. It was refreshing long ago, the smoke and ash smell sent a wave of comfort, of a job well done. That feeling was now covered by a growing disgust and horror, as he remembers it wasn’t just the books that were destroyed in that bomb.

He walked away to gather himself. The heavy thud of a solid item was hitting his side until he was far enough from the others. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the book, the cover ripped in half with only the words “Dorian Grey” remaining.

He pulled open the book, flipping until he found the crease he made in the corner. His eyes found the first few words of Basil Hallward, sucking Montag into the area where Basil’s friend, Dorian Grey, was sitting and listening.

‘I was dominated, soul, brain, and power, by you.’ Montag softly repeated.  You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you.’

Montag reads further. He spoke the rest of Basil’s confession but was confused both by the language and by the painter’s speech. Mildred was everything to him, but did he…was he ever…

His past life was blurry at best, and with everything that happened in these few months alone, it was pushed even further. The night is where he thinks of his old life, of people who were still in the city. Clarrisa’s family, the firefighters, Professor Faber (maybe he got out…maybe he went somewhere else)-

Mildred. Beatty. Somehow, he still wanted to believe his old captain was still alive somehow, even after the fire ate his skin and bones.

A whistling noise gradually pulled him out of the book and back into the destroyed city. He heard it again, as if it was trying to make some kind of tune.

Granger. He needed to find Granger.

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Granger gave him a new earshell, for old times’ sakes. Something about memories and not wanting everyone to get him 24/7.  Montag uses it from time to time, but it was always for seconds instead of the days he remembered when he first used it for Professor Faber.  The thought of seeing him again sticks a bit as he put the pale white shell in his ear.

Not even a second later, he heard the double time whistling in both ears. He looked only to see the man himself making the noise while reading in his book, not as far away as Montag was. His was one with a black cover with white curved texts on the front that Montag couldn’t really figure out.

So much for the earshell. “Granger?” Montag gently placed it back into his pocket.

The older man looked up from his book. “Taking a break from the rebuilding?”

“Yes, it was a lot to take in.”

“That’s to be expected. We just witnessed something we didn’t think would happen in a long while, or so quickly. But the worst is over now, and now it’s the rebuilding stage.” His hands were still on his own book,

Dorian Grey felt as heavy as Montag’s tongue. “You know how in the books, those love books-“

“Romance novels, Montag.” Granger chuckles.

“Well, you know…in them, they usually describe love as a lot of things. Nervousness, stuttering, tripping over yourself…”

Granger nods. “You ever felt that way before?”

“I thought I did, with my wife. But I really only remember where we met.”

“How about before her, with other women?”

“No.”

“Men?”

Montag thinks back to Basil. “Huh…no. Didn’t get that with any of the men I knew.”

“That Clarissa girl.”

At that Montag glared. Granger held his hands up. “Was just a thought.”

“I could have been her father…” Granger waves it off.

“So those feelings you read…you felt that for no one? At all?”

At that Montag paused. He rubbed his hands down his face, pushing out a forced breath. “I…I guess not. Is that bad?”

Granger folded the page of his book. “There were people in history that were in the same predicament as you. But it wasn’t a bad thing, Montag. They still had jobs, got married to people they cared about, lived a life like everyone else.”

‘But their lives are on these pages we read’, Montag bitterly thought. ‘I’m almost stumbling through this life all over again.’

“You’re doing just fine, Montag.” His face gave away his shock that somehow Granger knew what he was thinking. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but it just takes a bit of time to grasp… everything.”

“And how long would that take?”

“Well, I can’t tell you that. But,” Granger’s eyes were now looking back at Montag, eyes wiser than he’s ever seen, “I’ve known you long enough now to know that you pick up stuff pretty fast. Faster than most of the survivors here. It all depends on how long you want it to take, really. If you want to take big leaps or tiny, tiny steps towards them, it’s all up to you.”

All the steps he’s taken, listening to Clarissa, reading the book to the ladies, escaping the mechanical dog, all gigantic leaps he’s taken. So why wouldn’t this one be any different?

Montag looked up, towards the sky that was peaking blues in the mist of the black that covered the area. His mind drifted back to Mildred, and imagined her in the sky, looking at all of this like it was another part of her big screen.

He wonders if she would be delighted to find that she has a role in all of this.

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Chapter 53

Word count:7208

Description:It’s the day of the gender reveal Dani and Eddie get in an argument ..

7208 k words

A/n idk how I feel about this chapter but I hope you guys like it ..Let me know what you think .

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Today was the gender reveal and both Eddie and I were excited .We couldn't Wait to find out if peanut was a boy or girl but whatever it was we just wanted a healthy baby .

The gender Reveal was going to be at Steve's house because he had a big yard and his parents weren't going to be home like always On a work trip.

I wonder if they even know of all the parties Steve threw at their house ?

Well I think it's mostly Steve's house since he is always the one fixing the ac or the plumbing because they are always on vacation or work trips because his mom can't trust her husband to go alone afraid he's cheating .Which he is ,even when his wife goes to all his work trips he still manages to sneak out.

I would never want to get to that point in a relationship of not trusting my partner .That's no life.

I trust Eddie so much whenever he goes out alone with the kids or Gareth I know he wouldn't do anything even though I know about his past of being a one night stand kind of guy .

Ok ,just thinking of it made me want to kill him maybe slowly I'll torture him for being the hoe he was.

Why was I getting mad ?

All of that happened before he even met me ..

Now I want to cry,stupid hormones making me look like a crazy pregnant lady.

"Fuck you!!" I said it louder than intended. Suddenly I heard Eddie's heavy footsteps running to the room.

"What's wrong sweetheart ?" He asks ,looking at me with those stupid brown eyes looking all innocent like he never broke a fucking plate .

"What's wrong you say !!" I made a beeline towards him standing right in front of him face to face .

Poor Eddie was surprised he didn't know what the hell was going on .

"W-what did I do ?"he stuttered, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Nothing!!" I spin around and storm to sit on the bed continuing doing my makeup.

Why do I have to get so mad for something that happened before he even met me ?

That wasn't me but there was something that made me so mad jealous to say just thinking about the fact that he has been with other girls makes my skin crawl,just the fact that he touch them the way that he touches me .

Was my eye twitching?

I really need to calm down before our baby comes out being grumpy all the time.

"Dani sweetheart ." He said sweetly but being that I was pregnant and these  hormones were driving me crazy I mimic him .

Yes I know that was childish of me.

"I love you baby ." He coo pecking my lips softly ,I didn't kiss him back, I just lifted my eyes to look at him wanting to murder him for being with so many girls before he even met me.

"Ok,what's wrong?" He asked plopping next to me in the bed "I'm all ears ." He tells me .

"Nothing."I said flatly

"Well obviously there's something wrong because I kept hearing you cussing all the way to the living room even Nate heard ." He tells me

"Fine ." I groaned "but it's stupid don't laugh." I stood up pacing around trying to find the right words to say without sounding stupid maybe I was stupid .

"Ok,I got jealous because you slept with other girls before me ." I said quietly almost as a whisper .I kept my eyes on him, a big smirk appearing on his face .

"What ?" He ask

"You heard it, don't make me repeat it again ." I rubbed my face with my hand in frustration because it did sound stupid saying out loud ..

"Dani ." I heard him say and then the bed move .

"Huh."i replied

His arms wrapped around my waist swaying me slowly side to side .

"You know I love you ,I mean I know you were with Liam before me ." He says softly

I stayed quiet not saying anything, because if he only knew that Liam wasn't my only one .

After Liam and I were on and off In high school I went on dates and on college as well. When Liam Broke up with me when Nate was 3yrs old my world ended and I became bad wanting to stop the pain, being with other guys .

"It was only Liam right ?" He gulped putting his hand on my shoulders looking at me with a one brow raised.

I bit my bottom Lip.

"No."I whispered hoping he didnt hear me.But I think he did.

"Noo!" His voice went a few octaves higher and it looked like he was going to pull his hair out.

"Noooo!"His voice was definitely higher than usual. I never knew he could go that high.

Ok ,he was worse than I was and i think his eye was twitching now .

Eddie pov

Oh shit my eye is twitching badly I covered it with my hand what the fuck was happening to me i need to calm down That happen way before she met me ,it shouldnt bother me but it does..

Calm down count to 10,or  maybe I'll count to infinite .

Jesus Christ !!!Just thinking that other dudes got to hear the pretty sounds she makes, the sounds that are meant just for my ears, was driving me insane.

Ok ,count to 10 slowly.

1

Breath

2

Breath

3

Breath

4

Breathe

5

Breathe

Ok I feel better I didn't have to count to Infinite.

Now look at your beautiful girlfriend who is carrying your child and kiss her .

"Did you have sex with any of these guys ?" No you weren't supposed to ask that idiot.

You were supposed to hug and kiss her and tell her that everything was in the past .

But no, I had to ask if she slept with them .But she still hasn't answered my question.

"Only like with 5." She said softly, looking at me with teary eyes .Jesus H .Christ!!!I think I just got stabbed through my heart. 5 idiots got to hear her make those pretty sounds.I think i'm dying yes i am .or maybe i'm just being a bit dramatic?

"Five ! " Wait, my voice sounds a little bit to High .

I started pacing around the room ,then turned to look at her "Five !!"I repeated again hopefully I heard wrong.

"Yes, five plus Liam Eddie ." She call me Eddie,she always calls me baby.she is mad she is definitely mad..

Shit ,I fucked up .

"You slept with all those girls on the Hideout,The nigh i went to your show they kept talking about how good you are in bed ,how amazing your hands are ,and how many times you made them cum in one night and that was more than 5 fucking guys that was a whole fucking group of girls Edward !!so dont come at me for five fucking guys when you apparently fucked every girl that goes to The Hideout.

"Ok they might be exaggerating because I never took my time with them. It was just like 5 minutes or less and I'd leave or I'd kick them out, sometimes I didn't even finish  ." Shit ,close your mouth Eddie please zip it.I don't think she wants to know about your past sex  life .

"Get out !!" Dani shouted

"Dani baby I'm sorry ." But she looked furious. I thought she was actually going to murder me .

"Get out !!"she shouted again, I wanted to go hug her and say sorry for opening my stupid mouth. We never had a big fight like this before .

It was always small fights but this was our first big fight .

I got my clothes that I was going to wear for the gender reveal and got out .

Walking like a little kid who had Been gotten after by their parents ,I went into Nate's room to change .

"Fuck ,im so stupid ." I kept telling myself while changing .

"I need a smoke ." After I finished getting ready I walked out to the living room .

Nate was playing on his tablet with his headphones on .

"Uncle Dustin did you ge thim!!" He shouted excitedly .

He was playing that Roblox game with Dustin.

I opened the door and went out and sat on the steps outside pulling out a cigarette.

The door to the trailer opened and small steps were heard followed by Ozzy's tippy taps .

"Hi Dadda ."

"Hey buddy.I thought you were playing with your uncle Dustin ." I smile weakly

"He said he had something to do ,Are you crying ?"he asked

I didn't get to respond because Harrington's car and Gareth's car park in front of the trailer with a masked man getting out and running towards us .

"What the fuck !" I stood up

"Nate go inside ." I told Nate but he didn't listen .

"Sorry Eddie ." The next thing I know

Is that someone put a black pillow case to cover up my face and tied my hands.

"Nate go inside ."i knew that voice,Henderson that little Shrimp ..

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Dani's pov

I think both Eddie and I overreacted .

It was such a stupid fight ,now here I was crying in the room not having nothing to do because

My mom ,Dustin and Steve were the ones that planned the whole Gender Reveal .They wouldn't let me do anything saying I needed to rest to be stress free,but I honestly didn't care if they let me help at least a little bit .Because I needed things to do ,working from home was so boring especially when Eddie was at work and when he was home he was so distracting ,kissing me ,cuddling me while I was supposed to be working.

I had my laptop on the whole day in case Liam would send me an Email or message in the work group chat for whatever I had to do for the day .

Some days were slow where I had nothing to do and some days were filled with Liam and I signing things or making new updates to our app .

And today was a slow day so Liam told me to take the day off for the gender reveal so I could

Get ready .

Now here I'am sitting down on the floor with a pile of clothes around me trying to figure out what to wear and crying my eyes out because I was so mean to Eddie .

Stupid hormones driving me crazy ..

So here I am in an avalanche of clothes crying for my metalhead for how mean I was to him.

“Stupid ,stupid,stupid hormones!”yes I was throwing a tantrum crying and throwing clothes around, Now that I'm looking at my clothes I see I have too many clothes ,Sometimes I wonder why I buy so much clothes that I don't even wear .There were clothes that still had tags on and some clothes I didn't even recognized .

But one piece got my attention: it was a beautiful navy blue floral dress that I had bought months ago and never wore .

It was open from the back giving everyone a perfect view of my back ,I love it .It was perfect .

I hope this gets Eddie's attention and he won't be so mad at me anymore .

Talking about Eddie I haven't seen him since the argument and I haven't heard any noise in the living room other than Nate and Ozzy .

I stood up from the pile of clothes and peek out the door to the living room where Nate and Ozzy were watching TV .

"Nate baby ,is Eddie there ?"

"No momma ."

I furrowed my brows ,where could he be ?

Did he leave ?

Then I heard Nate's littles footsteps getting closer then Ozzy's footsteps following him.

"Momma ,Dadda went outside for a smoke." Nate stops and gets distracted by the pile of clothes on the floor of the room letting himself fall to the clothes laughing .

"Ok and what happened ?" I asked him ." Then I followed him and Ozzy and I sat down with him outside ." He stops again getting distracted by something else ,but I was getting frustrated .

What if something happened to Eddie .

"Nate, baby where's Eddie ?"

"Oh yeah ,then a car came and some guys wearing black masks came and put Dadda a black bag on his face and carried him to the car ,then someone that sounded like uncle Dustin told me to come inside and lock the door,so I came inside ."

"What ? When was this ?"i panicked

"I don't know mamma but uncle Dustin told me to tell you to get Ready for the party ." And just like that Nate walked away to the living room Ozzy followed behind him taking his place back on the couch with Nate by his side .

"Jesus Christ. !" I looked for my phone under all the piles of clothes until I found it and called Dustin,the phone rang a few times before he answered .

"Hello ." He answered

"Dustin, where's Eddie !!" I panicked

"We kidnapped him ." He said it just like

Nothing.

"What do You mean?"

"Just like it sounds we kidnapped him

And he is here with us ,he doesn't know it's us yet but he will ." Then he hangs up The phone leaving me hanging.

I dial Steve's phone number ,the phone rings a few more times until he answers .

"Shit ,Dani I had nothing to do with this, it was all Dustin ,he had all this planned about kidnapping Eddie for the Gender Reveal part of his plan to reveal the gender of the baby ,please don't be mad at me ."

"Steve ,slow down please ." I told him..

So after he explained again I understood what Dustin was trying to do. It was part of the gender Reveal I had to Rescue Eddie to figure out the Gender of our baby together .

All I wanted was to tell Eddie sorry for the way I acted now I have to rescue him.

Steve's house

No ones pov

Steve and Dustin had everything ready for the Gender Reveal; they Even kidnapped Eddie .

They know it was a stupid thing to do because it's Eddie and Eddie was going to get them back triple .

"Henderson you little shrimp take this cuffs off me !" Eddie shouted from the living room where he was cuffed by his own handcuffs .

Dustin had gotten this crazy idea; he had come out with a whole D&D campaign for Dani to Rescue Eddie from a Dragon who had also hidden an egg with the gender of his niece or nephew .Which of course he made the egg with the help of steve.

Dustin thought it was a great idea.He planned everything.He even had parts for the guest.He was hoping everything went well.And hoping Dani wouldn’t get mad.

But Dani wasn’t mad she was less worried now that she

Eddie was in good hands and not in fact kidnapped , so she decided to help Nate get ready for the party Nate had chosen his clothes he force Dani to go into Hot Topic which she didn't mind but she didn't expect for her son to like that kind of clothes he always wanted to dress with cartoon shirts or his favorite character but now he wanted to dress just like his dadda.

Dani hadn't told Eddie about their trip to the mall because Nate wanted to surprise him.Nate had chosen some black ripped jeans from the knees a metallica tee and for the shoes Dani got him some converse.When they finished getting ready they headed to Steve's house to the party.

"Is Dani here yet?"Dustin asked .He was getting impatient. He wanted everything to go as he planned and he really hoped Dani and Eddie wouldn't kill him.

"She is here!!!"mike shouted from the front door .

"Everybody get into position!!"Dustin shouted frantically ,everyone was there Hooper,Joyce, the whole gang Mrs.Henderson uncle Wayne, even Liam who was the dragon who captured Eddie.

Dustin found that hilarious but Liam didn't he ddint understand why he had to be the dragon.

"Dustin can anybody else be the dragon?"liam asked well he pleaded him .

"Nope"dustin told him popping the P

Liam knew Dustin was still mad at him for what he did to his sister even though it has been months since it happen even after he apologized to him so many times but Dustin coudlnt forgive him because he had promise Dustin he was never going to hurt Dani he cross his heart he even pinky promise him and Dustin believe him because he saw how much liam loved his sister.

Liam felt awful hurting Dustin because he saw him growing up. He was there through everything even when he got sick. He was there when Dustin had his first crush in elementary school but he ruined everything when he hurt Dani because he also hurt Dustin who was like his little brother to him.

"Liam!"Dustin snapped Liam out of his thoughts when he screamed right on his face telling him to get into his position on his lair where he had Eddie tied up in a chair .That was the only thing he love about this stupid game having the man that stole Dani from him begging to set him free.

Liam walked back to his lair where Eddie was fumbling to get out of the chair that Dustin and lucas had tied him up.He sat down on the bed and looked at Eddie who had managed to take the blindfold off.

Liam smiled and shook his head. This was like a dream for him .If he were as bad as they said he was, he would have enjoyed torturing Eddie.

But he didn't have it in him to do such a thing.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?"Eddie growled he wasn't in the mood to deal with liam he wanted to get out of this chair and looked for Dani and tell her how sorry he was for the way he acted,he couldn't lose her for his stupid jealousy.

"Nothing."he chuckled ,Eddie made a face at Liam he wasn't really happy being stuck here with Liam of all people.

Was Dustin torturing him ?

"What the fuck are you doing here?"Eddie asked Liam who was sitting down on the bed scrolling through his phone.

"I'm the damn dragon that captured you."liam rolled his eyes, putting his phone down on the bed .

"Huh, interesting."Eddie said, finally giving up trying to get himself free from the handcuffs .

Did he make Dustin mad to be torturing him like this?

Eddie tried to remember if he did anything to him but nothing came to his head at the moment .

From the Distance they heard Dani and Nate screaming followed by Ozzy barking getting Eddie out of his thoughts thinking something bad might have happened to Dani and Nate

"They are here and probably where attack by the goblin charging the fee at the entrance ."liam told a worried Eddie who needed to know if Dani and Nate where ok."They are ok man .just Wheelers little sister might have taken her role as a goblin pretty good ."he chuckled

Oh ok."eddie responded he didn't know how to keep a conversation with the man his girl use to be so inlove with.They stayed silence for what seem like hours Eddie and liam glancing at each other wondering what Dani Ever saw in each other .Eddie wondered how Dani  could go from a God like liam who was very muscular and tall to a scrawny metalhead who barely ever worked out in his life.That made Eddie wondered maybe he needed to work out a bit more .

But Dani has never told him anything or complain that Eddie wasn't strong enough ,well she did complain but in a good way how big Eddie was saying how sore she would be afterwards but she still loves having sex with him.

Eddie wondered if Liam would leave her sore too?

Eddie got lost in his thoughts not even realizing that Liam was also fighting in his head .

Liam looked at Eddie who seemed to be lost in thought while he also heard the commotion from a distance from screaming nate to a barking Ozzy.He chuckled when he heard Nate called someone dumbass but he knew as an adult he would have to talk to nate about saying bad words.

Liam's attention went back to Eddie's bat tattoo on his arm. He wondered if that's what Dani likes.What if he did a tattoo as well.

But what if it hurt ?But he wasn't tough enough to do a tattoo but for Dani he would toughed it out .

He saw Eddie shaking his head trying to move a hair from his face but failed .

Did Dani ever say she likes guys with long hair?

Liam didn't remember Dani ever mentioning anything ..

Did Dani like metalheads all this time ?

Eddie wasn't bad looking ,Liam thought.

"So what are those little shrimps planning?"Eddie asked liam getting him out of his thoughts.

"Umm, they are playing a game of D&D ."Liam told Eddie .Eddie was surprised that Liam knew about D&D and that he even pronounce it correctly.

The only reason Liam knew about the game was because of Dustin.

Eddie didn't ask Liam anything else; they stayed in silence again until the door burst open.

"Eddie.''Both Liam and Eddie turned to look at the door where Dani was standing, smiling at them wearing princess crown made out of what seemed like flowers .

"Dani baby im sorry."was the first thing Eddie said to Dani but she didnt even let him finsihed his sentence becasue she sat on his lap crashing her lips on his.

Dani POv

"Jesus Christ!"Dani shouted when she open the door making Nate screamed as well then ozzy following.Holly Nancy’s little sister jumped out of a box that looked like a small cabin looking house screaming and asking for a fee to enter the forest making Nate go from screaming to laughing by the way she was speaking.

"You talk funny he told her ."trying to poke the fake ears she was wearing

"Dont touch me human!!"Holly bellowed freaking me out but making Nate laugh even harder

"Pay up or you wont enter the forest Princess Dani."she pointed at me with a stick poking my belly slightly,wow she was a feisty little girl.I heard chuckling somewhere around the house and just now i relaized that steve's house had been turned to a forest with a bunch of drawings of trees and fakes trees place all over the living room and the railing from the stairs had wheat wrapped around it with yellow flowers.

"I-i dont have nothing to pay with."i tell Holly

"Shit i forgot to give you the tokens." Steve came running down the stairs wearing what seemed like to be a wizard costume and a fake white beard.

"Steve, what are you wearing?"Dani chuckled, grabbing the small bag of coins from him.

"Don't ask, little Henderson made me dress like this, well more like force me."he rolled his eyes and started walking away back upstairs almost tripping with his robe.

"Pay up princess!!"Molly shouted again, startling Dani and  making the baby move in Dani's tummy.

Dani open the small brown bag that was fill with a bunch of coins ,she got one out inspecting it and smile they had a small baby sleeping and under it ,it said

"baby Munson"

"Mom pay her :"Nate said nonchalantly looking down at his tablet recording his surroundings not caring about what was happening around him he was having way too much fun.He was excited with how everything was decorated .

"How much is it?"Dani asked Holly looking down at the little girl crossing her arms over her chest , giving Dani an angry face.

"2 coins' ' Holly Told Dani,

Dani paid up the fee for entering the forest/harrington home and walked upstairs like Holly instructed to do with Nate and Ozzy following behind her .

The upstairs was also decorated as a forest and the upstairs railing had white Christmas lights with what seemed like tiny wings.

"Those are faries momma!!"Nate said excitedly pointing at them with his free hand.

Dani looked closer at the light  and yeah they were in fact fairies ."wow"she whispered

Dustin and Steve really went all out to make all this look so realistic.

"Momma look!!"Nate shouted, scaring Dani. walking up to them was hopper dressed as an ogre .Hopper seemed not too thrilled to be playing the game ,he was walking up to them stomping his feet like a little kid forced to do his chores.

He stopped in front of Dani and rolled his eyes

"Princess Dani why have yoiu come here?"he sounded so out of character making Dani chuckled .

"Kid what are you doing?'Hopper whisper at Nate who was recording around hopper;

"Recording."he responded

Hopper was over it already. The only reason he agreed was because he was promised a six pack of beer and free food and he loved Dani but he hated dressing up in the stupid costume Dustin had Joyce made for him, he looked stupid he thought.

From the room next to Dani the door opens and Joyce steps out  handing Dani a piece of paper .

"Hi sweetie you look beautiful by the way.''she told Dani, handing her the piece of paper and going back to the room where she came from .Dani looked down at the piece of paper to see what it was.

It was a script of what she had to say to hopper .

"Princess what are you doing here?"Hopper asked once again now that Dani had the script on her hand.Dani looked at hopper scrunching her eyebrows and Hopper signaled her to read what it said on the paper.

"Im here to save my knight"she responded smiling looking down at the piece of paper which must have been written by her little brother by the handwriting that Dani recognized so well.

"Eddie the Banished was captured by the evil dragon and he has him locked in his lair you have to followed this map to get to him blah blah blah i'm done with this."Hopper huffed giving Dani the map and he walked away from her taking off his stupid costume mumbling profanities under his breath.

BUt what Dani didn't know was that Nate heard all the profanities that Hopper had said and they stuck to his head it was new words for him that he didn't know and he was planning to say them whenever he got the chance not knowing that those words could get him in trouble his mom and dad.

"He is funny momma."Nate chuckled; he was now recording Ozzy licking himself .Nate had started to love recording everything he saw, like  his mom cleaning or Eddie playing his guitar or when Eddie and his mom where cooking together he would record them as well

Dani opens the map that was clearly drawn by Dustin. It was Steve's house.

Dani followed the Map to her next destination, which was the master room or Steve's parent's room .

She opened the door slowly afraid that someone was going to jump out and scared her again but when she opened it and walked in nothing happened she felt relieved. There were a bunch of twinkling lights around the room and there was music playing, a really calming music that sounded like the flute .

Dani followed the map that led her to the master bathroom that was also decorated with alot of twinkling lights the music sounded clear now someone was actually playing the flute and it was coming from the shower .

Dani approached as slowly as possible afraid again that someone would jump out and screamed at her and then scared Nate.ONE thing that Dani was glad off was that everything was so calm and peaceful making Nate relaxed a lot the only thing that freaked him out was Holly the goblin.Other than that she couldn't complain and she was happy that her brother made everything to Nate's accommodations.

Actually Dustin wanted more thriller and more noise but he thought of his nephew and he didn't want him to go through any of his tantrums because of his fault so he made everything as calm as possible.

"Hello princess."Dani heard Robin's voice and the music stopped .ofcourse it was Robin playing the flute and dressed like a fairy.

"Robin?"Dani couldn't believe Dustin had as well managed to make Robin dress up and be part of his game.Dani wondered how he did that.Maybe he bribed them.

"A fairy!!"Nate said excitedly, turning his tablet to record Robin.

Robin waved at the camera and gave Nate her best smile making Nate even more excited than he already was.to Nate this was all real not a game like for everyone else.

"Princess Dani i can help you rescue your knight he was taken by the evil dragon Liam."

"Liam?"dani chuckled

"Yes he took your knight and he as well has the egg with the gender of your baby you need to fight the demogorgon thats guarding the lair but first you have to go talk to the wizard and he is going to give you the magic wand to help you defeat the dragon and be able to open the egg."

Before leaving ,Robin gave Dani a crown made out of flowers and put it on Dani's head.

And with that Dani ,Nate and Ozzy headed downstairs following the instructions of Robin and once again Holly asked for a fee which was raised up by two coins and she also scared Nate again making him scream and Ozzy barked .

"Dumbass!!" Nate shouted using his new word he heard from Hopper .Dani was shocked hearing those words coming out of her son's mouth.She had never heard him say bad words before.So Dani made a note to remind herself to talk to Nate when they got home about saying bad words.

On the way to meet the wizard which Dani was guessing was Steve, Dani had to fight demo dogs being Lucas ,Max,El ,Will and Mike after defeating them she walked down to the forest to where the tallest trees were( fake trees) outside by the pool.

Steve was sitting down in a chair that had a bunch of wheat around it and flowers. He was holding a stick or a long wand .

He looked funny and Dani couldn't hold her laughter.

"Yeah ,yeah I know hurry up and get here so I can give you the damn wand."Steve told Dani rolling his eyes .

Dani stopped when she saw on the side of the wall close to the glass doors a beautiful background of a castle and in the center were balloons that said boy or girl and a table with different types of snacks and two white boards that said team boy and team girl and names written on it of the people who thought that it was going to be a girl or a boy .

Dani smiled when she saw Eddies's  name on the board that said team girl.

Eddie had never told her what he wanted the baby to be; he always told her as long as it was a healthy baby he was happy.

"Dani hurry up this thing is hot."Steve said annoyingly

"sorry."Dani walked over to steve to get the wand from him but before giving it to her Steve had to see if she was worthy of the magic wand.HE looked around to make sure knowone  was looking at him because he had to do some magic shit that he didn't feel like doing because he was annoyed and hungry Dustin didn't let anyone touch the food until Dani figured out the sex of the baby.

"Yeah here you go."he told Dani handing the wand

"That was easy .'' Dani smiled. She thought the task was going to be harder but apparently they were super easy.

"The dragon's lair is the pool house."yeah steve wasn't supposed to tell her that, dani still had to fight the big boss Dustin and then the dragon but steve was hungry and hot he was sweating balls under that stupid robe so he just decided to finish the game he knew  Dustin was going to be mad at him but at the moment he didn't care be he knew everyone else was hungry too .Dani spun around running towards the pool house feeling the tears falling down her eyes  because she felt awful after the fight she had with Eddie for stupid things she burst the door open and saw Eddie in his handcuffs and his legs tied to the chair .LIam was sitting down looking at eddie while Eddie was lost in thought.

"Eddie ''Dani saw Eddie moving his lips  but she just ran to him sitting on his lap forgetting about her mission to fight the dragon and she kiss Eddie.

"Sweetheart i don't want to ruin the moment but can you uncuff me please."Eddie pulled away from Dani resting his head on hers.Dani nodded and chuckled as she stood up from Eddie's lap looking down at his enormous bulge in his pants.

"Yeah please uncuff me ."Eddie tried to move slightly to cover the boner in his pants but it was too damn noticeable.

Anything that Dani did drove Eddie crazy and he wasn't Ashamed of it well maybe right now he was because Liam was here .

Liam noticed Eddie's problem between his legs and stood up grabbing the egg from the closet as well as the keys to the handcuffs .It was weird as it is and now having to see that make Liam more uncomfortable.

"Here"Liam gave the keys and the egg to Dani.

"Dude really just for a kiss?"Liam rolled his eyes and walked out of the pool house leaving Eddie and Dani alone.

"I mean i don't mind having you like these back home"Dani wiggle her eyebrows at Eddie making him chuckled.

"Baby don't do that, that's weird ."he chuckled,ok now that he saw Dani doing that he understood what she meant he didn't look sexy at all when he did it .He did look creepy .

"Only if you promised you’ll stop doing it as well."

So promises were made of no more wiggling eyebrows when Eddie was trying to be sexy which he wasn't going to keep because he loved annoying Dani by doing that.

With the Egg in hand Dani and Eddie walked out to the backyard where everyone was waiting already for them and where Dustin was getting after Steve for not doing what he was supposed to be doing because he didn't stick to the plan.

Eddie hold the egg tight on his hand and the other one was placed safely on Dani's lower back he love the dress she was wearing she look beautiful her baby bump was more noticeable and it made Eddie happy knowing that he did that, that Dani and him created such precious thing with there love or maybe there hornyness but who is saying anything right? They created a baby, a little human.

"Dani sweetheart you look beautiful."Mrs.Hederson ran to hug her daughter, uncle wayne walked over to Eddie and hugged him he was so damn proud of his nephew he graduated and was working and he was going to college he couldn't ask for anything more he was the happiest man alive.finally a munson was going to college.

"I'm so proud of you son."Uncle Wayne was never the type of man that showed emotions both Eddie and him were so reserved ,but today Wayne was leading his guard down. He wanted to show how proud he was of his nephew .A few tears did escape but only Eddie saw.

"So I don't mean to be rude but I'm hungry and I think everyone here wants to know the sex of the baby."Max  suddenly says, interrupting the sweet moment of the two Munson men.

Dustin put everyone in position apparently he had more surprises he made Eddie and and Dani stand with their backs to the pool facing everyone else.He also made sure to put Nate's noise cancelling headphones on to make sure he wouldn't panic with what was about to happen.

"Ok everyone ready!!!" Dustin cupped his mouth to sound louder .

"Yes!!!" Everyone shouted back .

"Ok, let the countdown begin!!"

"10."

Dani grabbed Eddie's hand intertwining their fingers. She didn't know why she felt nervous .

"9"

Eddie leaned in to kiss Dani's temple ,still holding the egg in his hands. Apparently he had to drop it and it would break easily. He was glad he didn't trip.

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

Eddie and Dani turned to face each other,Dustin told Eddie to put the egg on the ground slowly then turned back to face Dani taking both of her hands on his .

"4"

"3"

"2"

"Step on the egg in one !!" Dustin shouted but he gave them a weird smirk a smirk that he was planning something else .

"1"

Eddie stepped on the egg and it wasn't what they were expecting.Dani looked at Eddie both confused as to what was going on. The whole family got closer to see what was on the egg.Eddie leaned down to get the paper that was inside and read it out loud .

"Turn around."

"1" Dustin and the whole gang shouted that's when two smoke fireworks flew to the sky revealing the gender of their baby .

Pink smoke was now covering the back yard .

Dani gasps and turns to jump  on Eddie's arm .

Eddie caught her on time it was like he was expecting it and spun her around peppering her face with kisses .

(Pic from Pinterest)

"Omg it's a girl !" Mrs.Henderson shouted ..

Uncle Wayne didn't realize he was crying until Eddie  came up to him and hugged him, patting him on the back .

"Congratulations grandpa ." Eddie told Wayne

Wayne pulled away from the hug looking at Eddie, shocked with what he just heard .

"Grandpa ?" Wayne almost choked on his own on his drink .

"Yes ,you're gonna be the grandpa of a little girl ." Eddie hugged his uncle again this time holding each other tight. This was the first time in years they hugged this much .But they couldn't contain how happy they both were .

After finally revealing the gender everyone was able to finally eat and the open presents which Dani and Eddie had asked not to bring any because they still didn't know what the baby was going to be but either way everyone brought diapers lots of diapers that probably Eddie and Dani didn't need to buy for two months .

Liam got the baby a stroller and the car seat .He didn't have too but he did .Because deep down he still care so much for Dani and he also cares for the baby that wasn't even his .Even though sometimes he did wish it was his .but he knows that was never going to happen because he knows he lost Dani forever .

After the party Dani and Eddie thanked Dustin and Steve for the amazing party they had thrown and also thanked Mrs .Henderson for the amazing food she had made.Mrs.Henderson managed to steal Eddie from Dani for a few minutes while Dani was being distracted by Steve and Dustin .So she took this opportunity to talk to Eddie.Well Wayne and her needed to talk to him .

Eddie walked outside to the backyard and saw his uncle sitting down by the pool with his feet inside the pool.

"C'mere son ." Uncle Wayne tap the space next to him for Eddie to sit down .

Eddie was confused; he thought Mrs.Henderson was the one that needed to talk to him .

"I-I thought ." Eddie points with his thumb to where Mrs.Henderson was just standing but now she was gone .

"Yes ,she needs to talk to you too but first come sit here son ." Eddie does what he is told and sits down next to his uncle.

"What's up ?"  Eddie asked looking at the clear water of the pool ,he always wanted to have a pool but given the circumstances he wasn't able to have it. so One day he hopes to give Dani and his Kids a home where they could have a pool To enjoy in the summer .Where he could do cookouts on the Fourth of July and watch the fireworks. He wants to give Dani the big house she deserved with the white picket fence .Something he always hated but now he wanted all of that with Dani,Nate ,Ozzy and their little Girl. He even thought of marriage something that would never crossed his mind before but now he wanted all of that.

"Here ." Uncle Wayne passed Eddie a black small velvet box .Eddie looked at it not knowing what it was .Maybe a gift for the baby?

"What's this ?" Eddie asked opening the small black velvet box ."Holy shit!!" His eyes widened when he saw the gold diamond ring .

"It was your Grandma’s ,My father got it for her when they got engaged. Back then it wasn't worth that much but I found out it was worth around 7k .

"Holy shit Wayne I can't take this!  ." Eddie exclaimed ,yes Edddie thought the ring was beautiful .But he couldn't take something That belonged to his uncle .

"Take it son ,that girl in there deserves nothing but the best,I don't even know what you are waiting for." He pauses and looks at Eddie " that girl went to jail for you she risked her job to be with you son,if that isn't true love I don't know what that is ,so you better ask her soon because that boy Liam has his eyes on her still ."

That night while Dani was sleeping Eddie couldn't sleep thinking about what his uncle told him .He was sitting down in the living room looking at the ring . It was a beautiful vintage 1.97 carat emerald cut diamond ring. It was beautiful just like Dani.

Eddie stared at it for a long time  couldn't take his eyes of it .He still didn’t know if he wanted to propose to Dani not that he didn't want to ,but because he wanted to do it when he had a stable job and he knew he was going to be able to give Dani and the kids everything they deserve .

But he he kept thinking and thinking the whole night until He finally made his decision.

Next chapter

(Dani's outfit pic from Pinterest )

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𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.  

𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻. 

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿.

When I lost my parents at six and I was thrown into foster care, I didn’t think my life could get any worse.

But I was wrong. 

The boy I loved before I understood what those four letters meant made me a promise.

He told me he would save me, but he was too late.

And now, eight years later, I’m beyond salvation. 

I can’t be what he needs me to be, because I’m not the girl he left behind. 

All that’s left of her is the shattered pieces. 

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲?  

𝗢𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹? 

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶��𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳!𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 

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His rough hands on my bare skin makes my heart speed up, the organ that keeps me alive is beating so hard in my chest it borders on pain. The toxic cocktail of fear and lust dance together, frustration only making the tears fall faster.

“I’ve got you, Mia. I’ve always got you.”

“I’m broken, Ace,” I sob, the words barely legible through the crack in my voice.

“You’re not.” Lips press to the top of my head as he pulls me harder against him. The fact that he’s still clothed has butterflies dancing in the pit of my stomach. He didn’t bother to undress when he heard I was in distress. He came straight to me, just like he always has.

“I am,” I choke out. “They broke me, and I don’t think I’m ever going to be whole again.”

His hands drop to my hips, and he slowly turns me. Panic claws up my throat. This isn’t the body I imagined I would have all those years ago when I dreamed of Ace taking my virginity. The scars from my years in the skin trade aren’t just emotional, although I’m not sure which of the two I’m more ashamed of.

But his eyes don’t drop to my naked body. They lock with mine, the intensity in the green takes my breath away. He presses me into the cool tiles, one hand on my hip holding me in place while the other moves above my head, effectively trapping me.

I take a stuttered breath, willing down the terror that tries to rise. There’s an endless number of people who have forced themselves on me, who have held me in positions against my will, but this is Ace. No matter how cold and ruthless he’s become in the years we spent apart, he’s still the boy who protected me. He wouldn’t hurt me the way other men have.

“Listen to me, Mia, and listen fucking hard. You are not broken. Not to me. As long as you’re breathing, as long as air moves through your lungs and your heart beats, you’re not broken to me. Maybe the pieces of the girl I once knew have been glued back together, but I’ll willingly cut myself on your jagged edges if it means I have you back.”

I open my mouth to respond, but there are no words. Ace has always had the ability to render me speechless, even when we were kids, and nothing has changed despite the time we spent apart.

“Do you understand, Mia?” He lifts my hand to his chest, and my fingers wrap around in his damp T-shirt. His heart beats heavily beneath my hand. “This beats for you, Mia. It’s yours. It’s always been yours. And it will always be yours. So, no, you’re not broken. You’re every-fucking-thing.”

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Montana was inspired to write her own stories from an early age and it wasn’t long before her dream became becoming an author one day. Life hasn’t always been kind to Montana, but each of the challenges she has faced she has turned into a positive outcome, and has made her want to achieve her dream that much more.

Montana is a lover of all living creatures, except for spiders, and her love for her pets is never ending. She leads an active lifestyle and enjoys many different cuisines, often referring to herself as a garlic bread connoisseur. Montana loves to travel, and has found inspiration while exploring the USA and Canada with her wonderful husband. She has always loved everything Disney and is a pop culture nerd.

She attributes her ability to write romance to her husband, Sam, as she’s inspired every day by their fairytale love story. If she can bring about positive change in one persons life with something she has written, she will consider herself a successful author. 

[sukunasun]

saved this for the very end of the day when i was tucked in nice with the ac on high, my singular phone screen lighting up the entirety of my hotel room, even with a mesmerising city as a backdrop, nothing shone as bright as my face by the end of this...

But now, for a fact, you know he’s also made it to the top of your list of Handsome Assholes Not to Trust. Ever. 

my heart was pounding...why do i feel like youve scoured into my vault embarrassing moments as inspiration for this hehehe...i do admit there's something sexy about the way suguru teases and teeters on the edges of giving in, giving me the satisfaction of ...having his attention, his very little bit of acceptance(?)...being his one thing that dangles from strings connected to his hand...a beautiful...large hand...to then pulling back almost immediately, the whiplash of each and every jab, his words prodding and pushing my sensitive little heart in ways only he would know how. (to quote "you wanted to get close didn't you?" yes suguru...i really do..)

Focus, you chide yourself, dropping your eyes to your notebook, graphite grazing against the paper in languid loops and swoops. You could never quite get his expression right, maybe fuller lashes, or a little less shading of the philtrum? 

not to mention that the entirety of this fic has me kicking my feet and giggling, how you've captured—with vibes if not with words and narrative—the innocence, the lightness of being that one girl in a class who in geto's words is "a daydreamer, a perfect distraction..."

has her head in a book (not a textbook definitely) and has a crush on the boy who is way out of her league, oh it must've been the best day of her life when he chose the seat next to her, or should it be by chance? she doesn't dare ask because she can't speak to him if her life depended on it...what does she say to a guy like him...hello? what's up? i think about your face a whole lot?...pathetic...utterly pathetic...

he's so smart, valedictorian smart, and he's so popular it's like everyone wants to be his friend, confessions and compliments lining the edge of his desk in letters and notes and nervous, stuttering, speeches...'oh so you like geto suguru? join the club, get in line, wait your turn...'

thus she settles for the sketches, the paintings, the parts of her yearning she can't express in words or action so they make a home in the pages of a well-loved sketchbook—"its the only way i can have him to myself," she tells her best friend during lunch and they can only laugh in reply. she knows she looks like a horny loser who wants to taste the sweat off his skin ....

Still, that forehead remains unfurrowed, even with the bead of perspiration that rolls past his temple, arcing across the high cut of his cheeks to drip down in the hollow of his throat. Your own grows scratchy and dry at the descent of this dewy melodrama, mesmerizing in its mundanity, causing you to swallow hard. 

we rly need more descriptions like these...we're living in eroticism-deficient times...

"its all in the name of art!" her chopsticks stab into her rice forcefully, indignantly, because it isn't funny! she's not crazy, she's just... a girl who likes a very handsome boy with dark hair and even darker eyes, he smells like burnt incense and noodle broth and ocean air and the heat of summertime. and she knows this because she's got a whiff of his shampoo that one time he re-tied his hair, or when she makes way for him in the hallway, moving aside for allll that height and those broad shoulders, toned abdomen and what a beautiful neck he has...oh that neck will be the death of her...the kind of figure she's only seen in anatomy studies, depicted as marble statues... only geto suguru outwins michelangelo's david because he is flesh and blood, she's reminded of it when she reaches for the prussian blue oil paints, the phthalos and ultramarines every time he steps into class with a new bruise brandishing his skin.

“Your property? See, I don’t know about that. Sure, you bought this book, but the intellectual property inside, the likenesses of certain images, that I certainly don’t remember authorizing the replication of...” “You gonna stand there and lecture me about...about copyright infringement?” You huff, incredulous. 

their back and forth is so delicious i wanted to physically consume it, i wanted to get a bite of the fruit of their words, and savour the juice that dribbles down, NOM NOM, oh its so sweet, their chemistry palpating, challenging, taunting, the way she went "You honestly think that?" after he basically called her da vinci incarnate....pls...geto is down bad.

“Not real?” There’s a huskiness, a promise, a risk to his rhetorical inquiry. “This subject doesn’t feel real to you?” 

suguru is art manifested, drawing come to life, a masterpiece of character, and ultimately a man who is loved, and loved and loved...the sun adores geto suguru...(truly one of the best gifts ive ever received in my life, thank you so much for writing this and for the tag, it means so much to me.)

03.02.2023

1st fic of 2023, and obviously it's for a very special someone's birthday! I would also like to dedicate this to the person who so graciously and generously encouraged me to keep writing in 2022, in their hands all my scraps and ramblings and odd ends become treasure maps for plots and perhaps even a few things yall can keep a look out for down the road 👀

That individual is none other than @sukunasun. Not only are they galaxy-brained, they're somehow both the comet from which i tailspin and the sextant parsing constellations from the cosmic chaos of my fictitious obsessions. They're both moonbeam and moonshine, without them i would be lost and have to face that most horrible prospect of sobriety. TLDR if you're a JJK fan and not following them wtf are you doing with your existence. Go, be illuminated.

Anyway I wish I had more time to polish up this piece but I didn't want to procrastinate any further, so hope yall enjoy this. Feedback and reblogs greatly appreciated as always!

Studies in Graphite

Genre: High School AU, Humour, Romance WC: 2.6k Point of inspiration

You abhor these afternoon classes. They were despicable especially at the height of summer. 

The post lunch haze was extra insufferable, the satiation from a food coma conspiring to coil anaconda like around your bones, urging hibernation. You had anvils for eyelids and the drone of the teacher only added extra weight to them. 

But there was one thing helping to keep you awake, a singular saving grace that prevents you from entirely loathing the midday heat which made the hours ooze by excruciatingly. You don’t mind the minutes melting together, the taunt of the second hands’ tick tocks is ameliorated by the way he’s illuminated.

Your classmate sits one desk and several eternities away from you, silhouette radiant against the 4pm sun. The sharp slope of his nose and the jutting edges of his jawline cast shadows in all the right places, delicate strands of his fringe that frame his face begging for a breeze. Still, that forehead remains unfurrowed, even with the bead of perspiration that rolls past his temple, arcing across the high cut of his cheeks to drip down in the hollow of his throat. Your own grows scratchy and dry at the descent of this dewy melodrama, mesmerizing in its mundanity, causing you to swallow hard. 

The pen perched upon his lips inspires you to lick your own chapped, cracked ones as he fiddles and flicks the writing instrument around, so his knuckles now rest against that plush bottom lip, joint tentatively pressed in thought to it. 

God, how the sun adores Geto Suguru. 

And then there were those eyes, brighter than any beam daring to stream in through the windows to challenge his gleaming coal gaze. It appears attentive enough and yet he exudes an aura of boredom. If only that sight might slide a couple inches to his right, where you were. Although, you realise immediately as the thought forms, that’s a foolish thing to wish for - he’d catch you staring, and you’d burn to a crisp in a moment.

Focus, you chide yourself, dropping your eyes to your notebook, graphite grazing against the paper in languid loops and swoops. You could never quite get his expression right, maybe fuller lashes, or a little less shading of the philtrum? 

There’s an echo of annoyance in the distance, words muffled by their irrelevance but then you hear the syllables most familiar to you spill from an unfamiliar voice, much closer and quivering with the timbre of amusement. He knows your name? Your sight flicks to the side, and oh, there’s the quirk of Geto’s lips to match your silly little hopes. They tilt further with the incline of his head, and at last you trace the sound of exasperation to your teacher. 

“Uhm, sorry sir, what was that?” you stutter, shooting up too abruptly and knocking your textbook to the floor. 

With a long suffering sigh, the teacher repeats himself.

“Name the solution.”

“Just one second, Yaga-sensei…” You scramble to retrieve your book, bending down but a pair of hands beat you to it. Suguru passes it to you, mouthing page 56. 

You duck your head in an abashed gesture of appreciation, flipping like a hurricane through the pages. You clear your throat, stalling for time as you frantically scan for the relevant question. Suguru hums low, signaling assistance and your eyes dart over to his index, tapping the top right corner of his page. You feel the glare of your teacher barreling towards your bowed head yet you still steal a second to flash Suguru a grateful grin before glancing at where he’s hinted. 

Perfect! You actually knew this one for once.

Triumphantly you raise your head, reciting in a voice loud and clear, “Here we can apply Pythogoras’ Theorem, which is a squared plus b squared equals…” 

You trail off noticing your teacher’s perplexity at your unwarranted confidence, though it switches to irritation in a moment.

“If you’d like to join us, we’re on page 89,” he says in a clipped tone. 

“Ah, right. Sorry…” your fingers fly through the pages.

“...of the geography textbook,” he adds after an unnecessarily cruel pause. 

It’s not the tittering that swells over the rest of the classroom that make your ears burn scarlet, it’s the stifled snort from the side. Your entire body freezes but your eyes snap to the left, rebelling against your better instincts. And now you’re really scorching, regarding the way Geto Suguru has clasped a palm over his mouth to choke back his chortles, but you see them wracking his body, belly tensing and convulsing with slight shudders. 

Amidst the inferno of your infuriation and shame, any gratitude towards Geto goes up in smoke. Still, some small part of you appreciates the view before you, his eyes glittering with mischief, attention fully on you and your seething stare, as you expect embers of embarrassment to spark where your fingernails bite into your palms. Alas, even the gasoline fumes of his grin don’t ignite any real flames in your hands to char that stupid smirk off him. 

You’ve heard the rumours, Geto Suguru was pegged to be the next valedictorian. 

But now, for a fact, you know he’s also made it to the top of your list of Handsome Assholes Not to Trust. Ever. 

As you slump back into your seat, dignity shriveled, you barely register the exasperated sigh of your teacher.

“Would anyone else like to volunteer the answ- oh great.” His grumble gets cut off by the shrill of the bell, indicating the end of the period and thankfully, the school day. 

You haul up your books and hurry out to the corridor, deliberately ignoring Geto calling after you, despite how sweet the syllables sound ringing out from him.

You yank your locker door open, snatching your bag and stuffing everything into it haphazardly. You had to get off campus as quickly as possible but - your pack feels less bulky than usual. You’re missing your notebook. Shit, it had all your assignments - or more accurately the distractions from your assignments in it. You rummage through files and folders. Of course your bag chose this precise moment to unfathomably transform into a black hole, of course -

“Looking for this?” 

And of course Geto Suguru had to be the one holding up the very thing you were looking for, bemusement twinkling in his eyes. As he strides toward you, you wonder if the inexplicable cosmic phenomena in your bag could swallow you up first. 

It doesn’t, naturally.

“Hello,” Geto says, unnaturally chipper. “You dropped this just now.”

You can tell by the sparkle in his eyes the worst has happened, he’s already rifled through it.

“Give it back,” you snap, holding your hand out. Geto’s a good several feet taller than you, you’re not about to humiliate yourself in front of him a second timetoday by treating him like a basketball hoop. 

He waves it back and forth anyway, seeing if he can get a rise out of you. And sure, if someone popped an old-fashioned thermometer in your mouth, the mercury would be rocketing up. 

“You’re so quiet, I always took you for the diligent, studious type ya know? Turns out you’re quite the day dreamer, aren’t ya?” 

“Give it back,” you repeat with pitch-perfect stoicism. 

“But I wonder what you dream about at night,” Geto muses, as if you were mute. “Or should I say who?” 

That thermometer under your tongue has turned into a cat’s claw.

He presses the spine of your notebook to the corners of his mouth in mock contemplation, and your mind screams louder Don’t say anything! Just make him submit with your stare. Your brain always provides the best advice.

That your mouth just doesn't abide by.

“That’s none of your business. Probably nightmares of Yaga-sensei, thanks to you.” 

“Sorry, sorry. You were just so perfect…” 

“Excuse me?” You’re caught wholly off guard by the combination of Geto’s half-assed apology and what seems to be his entirely sincere compliment.

“For my plan,” he elaborates, advancing toward you. Your heart skips a beat for every step Geto takes closer to you. 

“Class was almost over, I just needed an incident to make sensei forget about giving us homework. Or maybe, a few more minutes to help me get through the day,” he hums, voice dropping low. You don’t need to lean forward to hear Geto, with how he’s looming over you now, your body caged between the locker and his arm. 

“Either way, you werethe perfect distraction.” 

“If you want to express your thanks, you ought to return my property.”

You clutch your bag to your chest, trying to form some sort of shield between you and the hot gust of Geto’s chuckle. Or perhaps it’s a sound barrier, so he doesn’t detect the drumming of your heart; you have a hunch that’s futile though. 

“Your property? See, I don’t know about that. Sure, you bought this book, but the intellectual property inside, the likenesses of certain images, that I certainly don’t remember authorizing the replication of...”

“You gonna stand there and lecture me about...about copyright infringement?” You huff, incredulous. 

“Well, no,” Suguru cocks his head, contemplating your retort.

“I suppose involving you in my earlier stunt is payback enough.”

“Payback?”

“Mmhmm, for invasion of privacy.”

“You’re the one who went through the contents of my-”

“You must have taken a picture of me without my permission,” Geto frowns, as if disappointed that you’d try to fib so pathetically.

“I didn’t!”

“Hm? How else do you explain the quality of your art? You must have had some sort of reference, or sneaky recording.”

“I- I did no such thing! I just drew you from memory and thought about your face a lot!” You yell, composure shattering like glass. You see Geto’s smug victory reflected in their shards.

Too late you realise the outburst his accusation triggered is just what he wanted.  

“All that from memory? It’s awfully accurate, that’s impressive.” Geto murmurs, and you’re taken aback again by how much he means his praise.

“You honestly think that?” You mumble, temporarily forgetting the original transgression that allowed him to have any opinion of your work in the first place. 

Geto nods, holding your gaze level with his. “Although, you probably shouldn’t doodle in class so you can avoid humiliating scenarios.”

“Oh yea, and what should I call this then?”

“Well, we’re technically outta class now, I can’t give you any guarantees there.” 

Your breath hitches with the slender finger that Geto slyly slides beneath your chin, tilting them so your mouth is perfectly angled to meet the one you’ve been fixated on for months, breaking in dozens of 2B pencil points on their outline, the precise shape of their smirk remaining elusive. Now, that you had an up-close study though…

“I - um - I suppose I should concentrate during lessons more,” you admit, “Art’s not a real subject anyway…” 

Geto’s lips twitch downward in the same motion he arches a brow. 

“Not real?” There’s a huskiness, a promise, a risk to his rhetorical inquiry. 

“This subject doesn’t feel real to you?” 

Suddenly, a weight collides against your mouth, Suguru’s scent invades your senses - but not his taste; something feels wrong. There’s just the texture and flat flavour of wood pulp, no warmth of flesh or curve of a wicked grin crashing against your lips, certainly no wet muscle stroking along them, probing aggressively for entrance. 

You had cinched your eyes shut to brace for the impact of your first ever kiss but they fly open again to investigate the abnormal sensations, so foreign to your fantasies. You’d always anticipated some degree of incongruity with reality but this wasn’t how any man’s mouth should feel, definitely not Suguru’s. You would know, after all, you had devoted a...not insignificant amount of time and mental capacity considering what his in particular might feel like.

The cunning bastard’s gone and slipped the notebook between your mouths, the pages pressed between lips. Fortunately (or unfortunately?) the notebook’s less thick than when you’d purchased it. In your exasperation you’d torn out dozens of pages of failed starts and imperfect sketches of Suguru. And now, you’re further frustrated by the irony that if only you’d ruined more of your drawings, the individual you’d based them on would perhaps have been able to give you a proper kiss, damned fantasy obstructing reality.

But even now, you feel his heat, his hunger. 

This close to him, your noses are brushing, foreheads bumping. Obviously you can’t see the smirk etched on his mouth blocked by the notebook, but it’s traveled to his sparkling eyes, mirth apparently finding permanent residence there. You think it probably is unlucky after all, for the pages to be so thin, you wouldn’t want anyone catching you and Geto Suguru making out (not making out?) in the school hallways, that would be-

“Oiii Suguru, I’m finally freaking done! Let’s head to the arcade, I’m gonna smash your Street Fighter record!” 

You glimpse a shock of white hair and dark sunglasses, and hurriedly shove Suguru away. 

“Oh. Is there another record you’re more interested in setting?” 

Suguru shakes his head at his best friend’s snarky comment. Birds of a feather, you think, dazed at the close shave. You barely register Suguru curling your fingers around you, but the light squeeze of his hand sends a bloom of warmth rushing through your body. 

“I was just swapping notes with her,” Suguru responds nonchalantly. 

“Yeah? Looked more like you were swapping spi-”

“How about you get some practice rounds in first, you could use the head start.” 

 “Nowyou’re telling me not to dawdle? After spending all semester sighing about…”

Your schoolmate squints at you, then his friend, then back at you. His face is inscrutable beneath his shades, but Suguru seems to have picked something up. 

“Give us a few minutes, Satoru. Alone.” 

He clasps his hands behind his head, scoffing, “Right, because that needed emphasis.”

“Whatever. Bring enough change later, no excuses for copping out this time,” he drawls, drifting back down the hall. You turn back towards Suguru.

“Street Fighter?”

“It’s an ongoing bet. Long story,” he responds with a vague gesture.

“Right.” 

“Right.”

You lock eyes with him, curiosity ballooning, the question you’re so tempted to ask stretching the silence even tauter. For once, your muse studies you instead, patient and observant.

Slowly you ask, “Was I really that obvious in class?”

Suguru shrugs - or attempts to, the jerky movement of his shoulders syncing with the grin splitting his face. “Nah I just have extraordinary peripheral vision.” 

You bury your face in your palm, fingers valiantly attempting to dam back the flood of blood to your cheeks. 

“You know, I wouldn’t have noticed if the resemblance wasn’t that striking.”

You shoot a glare at him. “Are you humble-bragging about your looks right now?”

He laughs, an unfettered full-throated ribbon of sound reverberating in your bones. “Not intentionally. I just meant, you’re talented. You should keep it up.”

He notes the incredulity wrinkling across your expression and his smile widens.

“In fact,” he taps the hand clutching your notebook. It’s light and playful, but there’s a touch more tenderness in his tone, “if you want to keep improving your drawing skills, next time just ask me to be your model, all right? I can’t promise I’ll sit still the whole time though.” 

Airily, too daringly, you reply, “I don’t expect you to.”

Suguru’s eyes glint, in recognition of your challenge.

Since that day, you've stopped tearing out the pages.

Not that it really mattered how thick or thin your notebooks were when the pictures leaped out of them at you, that same charcoal gaze turning your skin to canvas; His very own work of art, a portrait to savour in private.

[yelenasdiary]

Enough || Part III

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Is it possible for you to give Wanda another chance or will it cause more damage than good?

18+ MINORS DNI! – I am NOT responsible for the content you consume online. I’ve provided warnings, if you refuse to acknowledge them, this is at your own risk. 

| Angst, Fluff & Smut | 3.1K | Mentions of drinking and sex | Light language | Fingering (R receiving), Nipple play, (both receiving), thigh riding, Mommy kink |

Translation: miláčik (darling), srdiečko (sweetheart), dievčatko (baby girl), princezná (princess)

Key: e/c (eye colour)

AC: I love how this wasn’t intended to have a part 2 and now it’s got a part 3. Also, please bear with me Sokovia was bordered by Slovakia so Wanda speaks Slovakian in this.  Enjoy! (this better not get me banned lmao)

“What do you want, baby?” Wanda asked, repeating the same words you asked her months ago. Still speechless your mind running with many different thoughts. Her eyes looked hopefully for a positive answer, but your mind was clouded with what ifs. 

“I…. if you…I…Wanda” you stuttered trying to piece together your words, “I ca... I won’t be able to cope if you break my heart again. Everything you’re saying right now is just words and I was always told that actions speak louder than words” 

“Give me a little time to show you, please…please don’t leave…if you go” her eyes built up with tears as you slowly pulled your hands out of her hold. “Y/n, I can’t lose you again” 

Cold silence filled the room once again, this time you thought about things differently and wondered if giving her this once chance might be okay or would it ruin you even more. The hurt in her eyes gave you the same hurtful feeling you felt 7 months ago when she walked out the door, could you find it within yourself to do the same? Leave her with the broken heart to fix like she did to you? No, never. 

“One chance” you spoke ever so softly, “Once chance Wanda, it’s all I can give you…” you added. 

Wanda smiled lightly; her eyes showed a faint sparkle at your words. “Once chance” she repeated with a nod showing she understood that if she ruined this again, you’d never give her another. 

“I should go…I have some things to sort out” you made the excuse, wanting to give yourself time to think and really be sure this was a good idea. “Yeah, sure” Wanda walked you to the door, “Y/n” she spoke as you walked out. You turned around and were met with her big green eyes once again, “I meant what I said…I will give you my all”.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of your lips before you left.

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For a few weeks, Wanda took things slowly. She left mugs of hot coffee at your medical station every morning just moments before you arrived, so it was still hot. Then on your lunch break every second day she brought you over some lunch she’d make for you along with the two of you smiling at each other in passing. 

Things eventually turned into more public affection. When the team had game night or a relaxing night with popcorn and movies Wanda would always invite you. She’d drape an arm around you when nobody was paying attention and every time she did so, you snuggled closer to her to soak up her body warm that would keep you warm in the winter. Soon you found yourself in her room some nights with take-out and card games and watching sitcoms together while cuddled up in her bed. 

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t falling for her all over again although this time definitely felt different. A wave of love rushed through your body when she whispered sweet nothings to you while watching movies. You feel a sense of change deep within Wanda’s heart, but her eyes still begged for forgiveness. 

“Wands”

“Yes miláčik?” she replied twirling a lock of your hair as your head rested on her shoulder. You loved when she spoke Slovakian, you missed it. She used to only speak it when you’d spent the night in her bed.

“Tony is holding another one of his parties and I wanted to know if maybe you’d come…with me?” you asked slowly lifting your heard to look at her. 

“Are you sure? I want to of course but are you sure you want to take that step?” she looked into your eyes as you nodded. “I think we will be fine” you softly smiled. 

“Well then, of course I will come with you” Wanda replied with a kissed on the top of your head. 

----

You weren’t nervous about Tony’s party, but you could tell Wanda was. The two of you had been enjoying things as they were, just the two of you and her team working out that both of you were working things out together. 

“You’re nervous” you watched Wanda put on her boots on. 

“Not when I have you by my side” Wanda smiled up at you, “come on, we’ll be late” she added before grabbing her phone. 

The party was crowded, no surprises there. You, Wanda, Natasha, Clint, and Thor stood together as a group, drinking your drinks, and laughing at Thor’s best Tony impression. Wanda slightly stood behind you with one arm around your waist, every now and then she’d whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked and how lucky she was to be here with you. 

Everything was swell before Nat, Clint and Thor left you and Wanda alone for a while. 

“Wanda? Oh my god! Wanda! Hi!” a young dark hair woman stopped in her tracks, she was beautiful and no doubt Wanda’s type. Wanda looked at her confused as if she didn’t know who she was. “It’s me” the woman smiled, “It’s Charlotte” Wanda still looked confused, “we met at Tony’s last party? I was work the bar” the woman added, your heart sunk once Wanda realised who she was. 

“Oh, Charlotte, hi…uhm, how have you been?” Wanda asked with a fake smile. 

“I’m good! It’s been how long? Agh, I had so much fun that night” she smirked making you roll your eyes and slightly shake of your head. Wanda felt you move slightly away from her; her eyes look at you with a look of sorry written over her face. “Uh, yeah, it was a good night” Wanda replied in an uncomfortable tone. 

Charlotte lent in towards Wanda’s right hear and whispered something you couldn’t hear, the sound of plastic hitting the floor caught your attention. Your eyes dropped and saw a hotel key, Wanda’s eyes burned into you as Charlotte pulled away. “Oops! I’m always dropping things” Charlotte quickly covered up her sly attempt to hand Wanda the space hotel key.

 “Y/n, srdiečko, let’s go. I think we could use a refill” Wanda reached for you which you ignored. 

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t aware you were here with somebody” Charlotte played off. 

“I was literally standing next to Wanda but sure” you mumbled. Charlotte threw you a glare at your sarcasm. 

“Y/n, please, let’s just go” Wanda’s hand still reached out for you, “please” she mouthed. 

“I mean…if she’s not interest Wanda”

“Shut the hell up!” Wanda snapped at Charlotte giving her a glare that almost made her eyes flash red. To avoid a scene you grabbed Wanda’s hand, “let’s just go Wands” you looked at her. 

Wanda gently led the two of you out of the party, to the cold hall just outside the room. “This is why I was nervous” Wanda starts.

“Why? Because there’s a handful of people you’ve slept with here?” you snapped. 

“I know what it looks like, Y/n” 

“You do? Good because I didn’t want to have to ask you if you slept with her the night, you turned your back on us!” anger filled your body as you recalled the night many months ago. “Did you serious sleep with her after I told you I loved you?!” tears filled your e/c eyes. 

“No! I swear I didn’t! After I left that night…I got drunk, we had a few drinks, and she made a move, but I left. Nothing happened after that. We kissed and that was it” Wanda tried to explain. 

“I knew this was a bad idea! I knew I should’ve just left!” you mumbled to yourself, taking a few steps away from Wanda. 

“Y/n, please…don’t say that. We’ve been good recently, right? please don’t say this was a mistake” 

“Wanda how can I believe you? She literally tried to give you her hotel key, right in front of me may I add” you turned to look at her once again. 

“I was stupid, yes! But I’m not that low”

“What did she whisper to you?” 

Wanda shook her head, “It doesn’t matter” 

“What did she whisper Wanda? I want to know” crossing your arms over your chest. Wanda sighed, “she just said – “

“Word for Word” you cut her off. 

“I miss the chats we shared and laughs we made. I came here hoping you’d be here, I’m still open for a night of fun if you are” Wanda looked you in the eyes as she repeated word for word, “then she tried to slide me her hotel key” she added. 

“Is this what it’s going to be like? We’re at the mall and we run into another one of your one-night stands? Somebody you didn’t call back? People who want to repeat such a magical night with you?” uncrossing your arms and brushing your hair back behind your ear, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that when I said I’d give you another chance…and now I just- “

“Don’t say it…baby, please. Just forget about them, they mean nothing to me. You know this” Wanda stepped closer to you, her hands reaching for your hips. “I know I haven’t made things easy with this…I know we might get looks and whispers but honestly, let them. Let them whisper, let them look, let them run either mouth, let them be jealous that it’s you that I’ve fallen in love with” Wanda took the last step closer to you. Her hands rested on your hips; tear drops fell from your cheek. 

“You…you said you liked me” your mind replayed the moment weeks ago when Wanda confessed, she liked you. Wanda nodded, “I did but I’ve realised that losing you and the thought of not seeing you anymore is a reality I don’t want, and I think about you all the time” she caused a smile to from on your lips, “dievčatko, I think about you every night before a fall asleep and your still on my mind when I wake up. Seeing you even just for a moment makes my heart skip a beat, I think that means I love you” Wanda added. 

Any anger you had slowly faded away the longer you looked into her eyes. “You mean that?” you asked her, you just wanted to hear her say it again. 

“I do” she placed a kiss on your forehead, “I love you Y/n” she looked back into your eyes. Not giving it a second thought, your lips met hers for the first time in a long time. You pulled her closer as she deepened the kiss, holding you a little tighter at your hips. 

Only pulling away for air, you whispered against her lips, “let them talk, right?” 

“That’s right, let them talk baby” she kissed you once again. 

----

It was a little hard for the first few months when Wanda and you decided to make things official, going out for date night sometimes would be interrupted with a random person you’ve never seen before but they knew Wanda. She was nice to them but always kept the interactions short and sweet, always assuring to intro you to them. 

“This is my girlfriend, Y/n” always made you flush, and Wanda knew it, she saw the red that filled your cheeks, and she took pride in that. Any chance she got; she showed you off as her partner. One days where she wasn’t doing Avenger stuff, you’d find her and you in her bed cuddling or outside taking long walks. Most of your nights were spent with Wanda, she held you protectively as you’d fall asleep in her arms. She cooked for you, she continued to bring you coffee and lunch, she waited for you at the end of each shift as you would wait for her at the helipad whenever she would return from missions. 

Wanda just returned from a two-month mission, a wide smile on her lips the moment she saw you waiting. 

“Hi baby” you smiled, pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. 

“Mmm” she hummed, “Hi dievčatko” she smiled against your lips before kissing you once more. Wrapping her arms around you tightly. “God, I missed you and that accent” you giggled when she picked you and spun you around, “I missed you so much, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to call” she placed you back on your feet. “Don’t worry, I knew if something was wrong, I’d somehow find out” you stroked her cheeks with both hands, “you need a shower” you pointed out, wiping a speck of dirty from under her left eye. “Want to join me?” she whispered. You nodded; your bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

----

Steam from the shower filled the Wanda’s bathroom as warm water ran over your naked bodies. The heated make out season only added to the steam fogging the mirror above the sink. 

“I hated leaving you” Wanda said as her lips moved to your neck, her hands running down your ribs to your hips. “I know, baby” you threw your head back gently against the wall to give her more access to your neck. Wanda left serval visible marks, soft moans left your lips when she toyed with your nipples, “Wands” you moaned when she pinched a little harder. Her lips latched onto your left nipple, your right hand resting on Wanda’s wet hair while you moaned once more. Releasing with a pop she returned the same attention to your right breast, her left hand creeping up your thigh. 

“Is it because of the shower or me?” she smirked after releasing your right breast from her lips. 

“Shut up” you playful shook your head pulling her back to your lips, another moan left your lips when Wanda rested her forehead against yours and moving her right thigh between your legs. “Cum on my thigh” she whispered before kissing your lips once more, her right hand lifting your left leg up slightly. You start rubbing yourself against her thigh slowly, moan more when she returned to leaving kisses on your neck. Eventually moving faster, one hand placed on the wall and the other pressed against the glass wall of the shower to keep your balance. Wanda’s hand squeezed your butt tightly as she helped guide you to move faster. 

“Harder” you huffed in a moan, her high rubbing your clit in the right stop to throw your head back once more. Wanda applied a little more pressure to her hold on you as you sped up the speed. “I’m gonna cum baby, fuck!” 

“Go on srdiečko” Wanda smirked. 

Hearing her accent cut the coil in your stomach, Cumming on her thigh with her name leaving from your lip’s serval times. Wanda held you up as you came down from your high, crashing your lips back on your hers once you were stable again. 

Your hands roamed her body like she did yours, caressing her breasts causing her to moan. “Baby don’t tease me today, please” she begged, “I’ve missed you” she adds was your lips worked down to her chest, taking her right nipple into your mouth, rolling your tongue around her harden bud. “That’s a good girl” Wanda moaned; her head thrown back as you pleasured her nipples. 

The two of you forgetting about the running water as your lips travelled further down her body before you rested yourself on your knees. “Look at me princezná” Wanda spoke before you kissed the inside of her thighs. You looked up at her, water droplets covered both of your faces.

“If you’re a good girl and make mommy cum, I’ll let you ride my fingers, okay?” she spoke. 

“Yes mommy” you nodded. 

“Go on baby, give mommy what she needs” Wanda smirked before spreading her lips wider for you. Gently you placed her right leg over your shoulder, leaving kisses on the inside of her thigh before licking one strip up through her folds where she needed you the most. 

“That’s it baby” she moaned once she felt you leave kisses on her outer lips before paying extra attention to her clit. Wanda used one hand to keep her steady while her other hand found your head and slightly pushing your further into her. You parted her outer lips with your tongue to expose the inner lips, and then kissed them softly earning another loud moan from Wanda, “srdiečko, don’t tease” she groaned. 

You smirked before dipping your tongue into her wet hole a few times before licking a few more strokes through her folds. “I swear to god dieťa!” Wanda moaned pushing herself more into you, that’s when you drew circles around her clit with your tongue. “Fuck, srdiečko! Your tongue is heaven!” she moaned once more. The more moans you got from her the faster you started lapping at her. 

“Keep going srdiečko, mommy’s gonna cum!” Wanda warned which only made you apply a little more pressure to her clit. “Yes!” she almost screams as she became undone, helping her ride out her high making sure none of her juices went to waste. 

“Maybe I should go away more often” Wanda caught her breath.

“I missed you mommy” you said as you got back on your feet, Wanda crashing her lips onto you again, moaning at the taste of herself on your lips. “You really did miss mommy, didn’t you” 

“I did” you nodded, “I best give you your reward than” Wanda winked, two of her fingers running through your folds. “Did making mommy cum make you more wet, srdiečko?” she asked. Again, you nodded, “please” you whimpered. 

“You’re such a good girl, using your manners” Wanda kissed your collar bone, using your slick to cover her fingers before easing two into your needy hole. 

“Oh, srdiečko, you’re so warm” she kissed your jaw, “and tight” her lips met yours again. You held onto Wanda’s shoulders, your nails digging into her skin as she started thrusting her fingers in and out of your pussy. 

“Fuck!” you moaned when she went faster. “Mommy, you f-feel so good” your eyes rolled back to the back of your head. 

“Play with your little clit for me, srdiečko” Wanda instructed. 

You played with the bundle of nerves, moaning loudly when Wanda went slightly harder. Clenching around her fingers she knew you were close. 

“You’re close, you can cum baby” she kissed your neck once again. 

“Agh! I’m close” you didn’t quiet hear her words.

“I know, srdiečko, cum for mommy” she whispered in your ear pushing you over the edge once more. “I’ve got you” she said, slowly removing her fingers and holding you up as you returned to reality. 

Wanda helped wash you up before wrapping you in her robe and guiding you to the share bed, your body tired and worn out, not that you were complaining. 

“Go to sleep, srdiečko. I’m right here” you heard Wanda whisper before drifting off to sleep. 

[izzieg3987]

Chapter 6

I live! sorry for taking so long guys my mental health took a swan dive and I had exams to think of but now I'm back again with book 1. By the way, what do you guys think about the new Pokemons from Pokemon Scarlet and Violet? I really like some of them and Percy got a few new Pokemon.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

The first thing Percy did when she finally managed to make her way through the doorway of her dorm was release Gengar and ask her if she could find her some bath supplies, she didn’t care from where. She had no problem resorting to thievery when she needed it, and having Pokemon that can turn invisible and phase through walls made theft very easy.

She released the rest of her Pokemon from their Pokeballs and let them join the others before she introduced Sableye to the rest of them. She left them to interact as she let her Panpour out of the PC and made her way to her room with him on her shoulder and Mimikyu still in her arms. She found Grim snoozing on the bed already before she walked into the connected bathroom and asked Panpour to fill the tub with Scald, then sat on the armchair in front of the fireplace that was lit by Chandelure and waited for Gengar to return. The water should cool down to a bearable degree til then, though as she petted her partner’s head she fell asleep at some point.

Stupid Housewarden Rosehearts and his stupid rules. To hell with that dorm.

That was what Ace was thinking as he passed the front gate of the Ramshackle dorm. Once he reached the front door, he started banging on it, “Oi! Percy, it’s me Ace! Just let me in, all right?!”

He waited for a response for a moment but got none, he was about to knock again, but before his knuckle could make contact with it the door slowly opened by itself.

“Percy?” he asked as he cautiously stepped inside, “Grim?”

Percy was having, probably one of the weirdest dreams she ever had, about talking playing cards painting white roses to red, before she was awakened by a loud banging noise. In her sleepy haze, she couldn’t recognize her surroundings for a second before Grim’s voice snapped her out of it.

“Myaaah… Hey, Percy…” the fiery feline said as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes, “I know it’s the middle of the night, but I think we’ve got a visitor.”

The blonde girl got up with a sigh and reached an arm for him to climb onto her shoulder, while her other arm hold Mimikyu in place.

“Maybe it’s those pesky ghosts again?” Grim asked, “They just don’t know when to quit.”

“I don’t think the ghosts would be banging on the front door Grim,” Percy said as she made her way downstairs.

“Man, the inside of the dorm is just as creepy as it’s outside” Ace muttered, then he slowly walked into a dark room, “Percy?”

Suddenly he heard something quickly run in the dark on all fours, “G-Grim? Is that you?”

“what are you doing here?”

A voice suddenly asked from behind him making him throw himself to the ground and wail in terror. “AAAAHHHHHH!”

And low and behold right in front of him was the newly appointed Housewarden herself, looking down at him with a very tired and very annoyed expression along with her partner, while her feline counterpart was laughing himself to tears.

“And how did you get in?”

“T-t-t-the d-door opened by itself,” he managed to stutter, still trying to even his breathing. He felt like his heart was trying to beat out of his ribcage.

"Of course, it did," the blonde trainer sighed and then turned to talk to the shadows of the empty room, "Guys, what did I say about scaring people you don't know?"

The sound of giggling echoed inside the room and slowly Shiinotic and Shaymin in its landform came out of the shadows.

"You two spend too much time with Mismagius, at least check out who it is before scaring them to death, you little rascals." Percy put a hand on her hip, then turned to Ace, "And again what are you doing here, gingernuts?"

"Yeah Ace?" Grim spoke from her shoulder, "It's the middle of the night!" but then he yelped when he saw the red and black object around the ginger's neck, "B-bwah! that collar!"

"I can't go back to Heartslabyul dorm," Now that he calmed himself enough to talk, his anger returning full power. "I'm joining your dorm. For good."

"Myah?! Come again?" the fiery feline shrieked.

Percy sighed again and turned around towards the kitchen, "I'll make some tea."

The tea in the kitchen was spoiled ages ago however, thankfully she always carried emergency teabags in her bag. So, after she wiped two cups with some baby wipes and asked Panpour to use scald once again, Percy served it to the fuming ginger sitting in the Ramshackle lounge.

Good thing sugar had no expiration date.

"I'd recognize that collar anywhere," Grim claimed, now sitting on one of the couches in the lounge. "It's the same one that psycho stuck on me at orientation! What'd you do to get shackled with that?"

"I ate a tart." Ace grumbled as he crossed his arms grumpily.

"You... ate a tart?" Percy, who was now sitting on the rocking chair with Mimikyu on her lap, in front of the crackling fireplace, repeated in confusion.

"Yeah, that's it! that's all I did!" he retorted, "I was a little hungry, see, so I went down to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge. Three whole tarts! Big ones, too!"

he then told them how he ate just a slice of pie and how his Housewarden collared him on the spot.

"And... here I am."

All three of the Ramshackle residents silently stared at him for a second.

"So... The point is you're both terrible," Grim spoke first.

And Percy followed, "You really couldn't handle being alone for 10 minutes, could you?"

"You don't think that it's insane for my magic to get sealed away for eating ONE slice of tart?!" the ginger insisted. "And there were three whole tarts! THREE! It's not like he could eat 'em all himself! C'mon, you KNOW this is messed up!"

"It depends," Percy took a sip of her tea, "Was there a note on it?"

"NO!" Ace shouted, "There wasn't any NOTE!"

"Then it was fair game," the blonde shrugged, "In a place where multiple people share a kitchen, like a dorm, if you don't put your name on your food in the fridge that food belongs to all inhabitants of the dorm."

"Riiight?!"

"Yeah, but... " Grim argued, "I mean if there were three of 'em they were probably for a party. Maybe it was someone's birthday or somethin'? Lookit that! I'm, like, a master detective too!"

"A birthday party, huh...?" Ace scratched the back of his neck.

"They should write that it's for an event then, at least for the freshman" She shrugged again and then gestured to Ace, "He's gone to school for literally one day, he's not familiar with the customs of his dorm yet." she then turned to the ginger, "Did you at least apologize?"

"Wha? I thought you were on my side!" the ginger whined once again, looking very much like a grumpy child, “I’m a victim of the Housewarden's tyranny here!"

"A tyrant he may be, however, he's the only one who can take that collar off. Therefore, whether you like it or not you have no other choice but to apologize." Percy simply said as she silently sipped her tea and kept rubbing Mimikyu's chin, silently hoping for Gengar to return swiftly.

"Yeah, and don't go messin' with another man's meal in the future..." Grim started but then suddenly stopped, "Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the Head mage promised me!"

"All right, all right. Fine. I get that I should apologize." Ace gave in, "But you're coming with me, Percy. This was your idea, after all."

"Aww, would you like me to hold your hand like your mommy too, wittle baby?" she teased with a baby voice, but then shrugged and normally said, "But fine I have nothing better to do."

"So, anyway, you got a place for me to crash tonight?" Ace yawned and stretched after he finished the rest of his tea.

"You were serious about that?" Grim asked with a deadpan look, " Outside of the bedroom me and Percy use, this entire dump is buried under a foot of dust. So, if you wanna crash, you better start cleanin'!"

"Dude, no way! I hate cleaning!" Ace moaned, but then he grinned and slowly started to inch closer to Percy, "Just let me stay with you, Percy. I'm really slim. I won't take up much space and I can really warm you up on this cold night."

The moment he stopped talking Ace felt several eyes glaring holes in him and suddenly a growling filled the lounge.

"Mimikyu,"

*SMACK*

"OUCH!"

"Thank you, darling" she put down her empty cup and looked at the ginger boy with a red mark in the shape of The Disguise Pokemon's three-fingered appendage, that bitch slapped him all the way across the couch. "If you dread cleaning that much, this sofa has your name on it."

"Tch. You're about as flexible as a brick." the ginger grumbled.

"You either sleep on the sofa or on the outside, make your choice," Percy silenced the boy and got up from her rocking chair when she felt the familiar chill just in time to see that Gengar has arrived with an arm full of bath supplies, "Gengar, thank you, you're just in time. Now I'm off to the bath, see you in the morning, good night."

She took the supplies from The Shadow Pokemon and started to make her way toward her room with Mimikyu in her arms and Grim on their tails.

"Well, fine. The sofa it is." Ace said as he lay on the couch and tried to make himself comfortable, "Night!"

After the day she had, a lavender-scented hot bath felt like heaven, and after she made sure that the curtains were closed shut to block out the morning sun, she slipped into her comfortable nightgown, put on her sleeping mask, hugged Mimikyu on her chest and Percy was asleep the moment her head made contact with the pillow.

In the morning she woke up to Grim's screams and Phantump's giggles.

Percy sighed and took off her mask to see Grim on the ground and the Stump Pokemon pointing and laughing at him.

“Is this gonna happen every mornin’?” the little feline whined.

She lied on her back, lifted her partner up in the air, and smiled at him, “Good morning, my darling.”

Mimikyu smiled at him too, even though the Disguise Pokemon didn’t have a visible mouth she could see in his beady little eyes.

She hugged him to her chest and got out of bed. She had so much to do.

First, she got all of her Grassland, Forest, Water’-edge, Sea, and Urban Pokemon out of the PC, then she sent Gengar for a supply run while she settled her Pokemon to their new homes. Once the Shadow Pokemon came back, she, Sebastian the male Indeedee, and Blissey got to the dishes right away. While they cleaned all the cups, glasses, dishes, containers, and cutlery, Mary the female Indeedee cleaned the cabinets.

After the cleaning Percy showed her Leavanny the examples for her school uniforms that Crowley thankfully didn’t forget to send, because of her sun allergy she couldn’t just wear any fabric, it needed to be a very tight weave. Leavanny made the fabrics with Mareep’s wool, Wooloo’s fleece, Eldegoss, and Whimsicott’s cotton and then colors them with fabric dyes, cuts them with her cutters, and then sews them with her Tarountula’s strong thread. She is also the best fashion designer Percy knows.

She then grabbed the two 2.5-gallon jugs that Gengar ‘acquired’ and made her way to her Miltank and milked all her daily milk, she gave the jugs to Sebastian and walked to the berry garden to pick some Mago, Pecha, and some Pinap berries for breakfast.

She decided to make Blissey pancakes with Mago and Pecha berries and Pinap berry milkshakes. It’s called Blissey pancakes because she uses Blissey eggs instead of normal ones and as they are huge, she gets enormous amounts of pancake batter every time. Which is a good thing because she got 50 hungry mouths to feed right now.

“Myah! It smells amazing in here!”

Speaking of hungry mouths…

“Good morning Grim,” Percy said as she left the pancakes to Sebastian and started to put the Pinap berries Sneasel chopped into pure into a bowl and mixed it with Moomoo milk.

“Who are these three?” the fiery feline asked, pointing at the Happiness, the Sharp Claw, and the Cream Pokemons.

“These are Sneasel, Blissey, and Alcremie,” the blonde trainer introduced as the ruby cream with ribbon sweet Alcremie who was standing ready on the counter started to pour her cream into the bowl. Percy then gestured at the table that Mary was setting, “Go ahead sit the breakfast will be ready in a moment.”

She didn’t need to tell him twice, Grim was on one of the seats faster than a Sharpedo on the hunt.

“Where’s explody hair?” the feline asked, while Blissey using Ice Beam, formed a light blue ball of energy in front of her mouth and then fired a light blue beam at the bowl as Mimikyu mixed the milkshake, “Didn’t he woke up yet?”

“Well—” Percy started to say as she poured now ready Pinap milkshake into three tall glasses but got cut off by a loud scream that made her smile at Grim, “He’s certainly awake now.”

And on cue, a disheveled Ace ran into the kitchen with Furret, Poochyena, and Alolan Vulpix hanging on him.

“GET THEM OFF OF ME!” he shrieked as he tried to shake them off, “GET THEM OFF!”

“Okay guys, the playtime is over, your breakfast is getting cold.” She giggled at her baby Pokemons ‘antics as they let go of the ginger boy's shirt and ran to the backyard at the mention of breakfast. She then turned to Ace and gestured for him to sit, “Good morning, gingernuts. How was your sleep?”

“The couch was uncomfortable, something kept poking me all night, and I got woken up by your animals attacking me. What do you think?” he glared at her.

“Well, look at it on the bright side,” Percy took a plate full of mouthwatering pancakes and waved them under his nose then put it in front of him, making Ace’s stomach grumble, “At least you get to have a scrumptious breakfast. Now, maple syrup or chocolate sauce?”

The ginger boy looked between the sweet condiments outlined with a light blue that was floating to him courtesy of Mary, with a pout on his face, “Chocolate sauce, please.”

“Where did you get all these anyway?” he asked as he cut a piece of the pancake.

“Myah! Never mind where she got it, “Grim answered with his mouth full and his eyes sparkling from the flavor fest on his tongue, “These are so fluffy and sweet it feels like a cloud in my mouth, the cream is sweet and just the right amount of tart, it makes me feel so happy!”

“Yes,” Percy giggled and took a sip from her milkshake, “Blissey pancakes have that effect on people. I make it with Blissey eggs, they can cause a sense of bliss if you will.”

“What’s a Blissey?” Ace asked after he swallowed the piece in his mouth.

“Her.” The blonde said gesturing to the creature with a large, ovoid body with a pink upper body and white lower body. It had hair-like curls on either side of its head. White, wing-like tufts grow from its hips and shoulders, creating the impression of a dress. Its stubby arms, which it was waving at him with one of them with a warm smile, and feet were pink and lacked any digits. A small, pink pouch on its belly held a single large egg.

And Rotom, the ever so helpful servant of its queen, assisted her by opening its Pokedex app and floating up to its fellow Pokemon.

“Blissey, the Happiness Pokemon. A female-only species. Blissey senses sadness with its fluffy coat of fur. If it does so, this Pokémon will rush over to the sad person, however far they may be, to share an egg of happiness that brings a smile to any face.”  

“Yeah, basically,” Percy said before she took a bite of her pancakes and gave her Pokemon partner some too.

Ace looked like he wanted to ask another question when a loud knocking sound interrupted him. “Who is pounding on the door at this hour?!”

Just as he asked that a bird with orange and black plumage flew in and perched on Percy’s shoulder. It had a sharp, black beak, black eyes with yellow, mask-like markings behind it, and a small, pointed crest on the back of its head. Its upper side was reddish-orange, and its belly was gray. There was a flame pattern on its breast where the two colors meet. The tips and undersides of its pointed, black wings are yellow. Its legs are also black with sharp talons and two toes facing forward and one back. Two white, V-shaped markings are located near the tip of its long black tail feathers. Its tail ends in two points and has another feather sticking out of the base on each side, resembling the fletching on the end of an arrow.

“Fletch Fletch Fletchinder.” It chirped to his trainer. ‘There’s a blue-haired boy outside.’

“Is there now? Wonder what he’s doing here.” Percy hummed as she got up to answer the door.

“Is he here?”

“Good morning to you too, Deuce.” The blonde girl opened the door wider for the blue-haired boy to enter the dorm. “And yes, he’s here.”

“Morning, and I figured I’d find him here.” He said as he followed Percy to the kitchen.

“Yo! Remmington who was ı—” the ginger boy started but when he saw who it was his face turned into a scowl, “Ugh. Deuce…”

“So, you ate the Housewarden Rosehearts’ tart.” Deuce said, putting a hand on his hip, “You really are an idiot, Ace.”

“Oh, shut up! Like you’re one to talk!” the boy with the collar snapped, “Anyway,uh… Is he still mad?”

“What do you think ginger nuts?” Percy asked him then turned to Deuce, gesturing to the empty seat on the table, “Sit down, Mary would you please set a plate for him?”

“Thank you, and not at all. Maybe a touch irritated if anything. A few of our dormmates overslept this morning… but only three of ‘em got your treatment. “Deuce said while a plate slowly floated and landed in front of him along with a fork and a knife.

“You call that ‘not at all’ mad?!” Ace exclaimed, “Sounds like he’s still on the rampage, to me.”

“Well, it’s your own fault for stealing from the Housewarden and why is it so dark here?” the blue-haired boy asked as he looked around and saw that all the windows were covered with thick drapes that didn’t let even a drop of sunlight in, the rooms were illuminated by the lamps.

“Yeah, Remmington why are you avoiding the sun like a vampire?” the ginger boy asked Percy.

“Because I’d burn up like one if I go into the sun, gingernuts.” The blonde girl simply said as she put a bit more diced berries on her Pancake, surprising the three boys in front of her.

“What?” Grim asked after he finally finished his breakfast.

“I have a rare sunlight allergy called Solar Urticaria. It causes an itchy rash or hives that appear on any part of my skin if it gets exposed to the sun. the longer I stay in the sun the more serious the reaction is, it can cause anaphylaxis and that can lead to respiratory failure, seizures, shock, coma, and even death.” Percy explained, making the boys gasp. “That’s why I’ve been living nocturnally for the last 14 years but it’s obvious why I can’t maintain that habit any longer.”

“Wow,” Ace said slowly, “That sucks.”

“Yes, it most definitely does,” the trainer said while she finished the last of her pancakes, just in time for Leavanny to come in with her new uniform, “Now if you please excuse me, gentlemen, I need to get ready, and you need to quickly finish your breakfasts, it’s almost time.”  

She brushed her hair, put on her Drop Dead Red lipstick, applied her sunblock, wore her uniform, put on her backpack, grabbed her parasol, and with her loyal partner Mimikyu on her shoulder, she was ready to go.

“What do you guys think?” she asked as she walked downstairs.

The boys were flabbergasted the moment they saw her, but they didn’t need to say anything, what they were thinking was obvious from their flushed faces.

“Well then let’s not dilly-dally, or else we’ll be late.”

While the three humans walked down the Main Street, their feline companion was practically skipping with joy.

“Move it! Outta the way! Night Raven Collage student comin’ through!” Grim show off to no one in particular.

“Someone’s happy this morning,” Percy muttered to her Pokemon partner, who made a crackling sound in agreement, as she held up her parasol to shield them both from the shiny ball of skin cancer known as the sun.  

“Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It is way better than the one you’re stuck with! You know, the one that makes it so you can’t use magic?” The feline monster then turned his fiery little head to Ace, who was not at all happy. “But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!”

Mimikyu joined Grim’s laughter with his cackling too. He didn’t like the ginger boy one bit ever since he met him, so the Disguise Pokemon saw no problem in laughing at his misfortune.

“Come on you two stop torturing the poor sod,” Percy scolded them while she poorly tried to conceal her own giggling, “He suffered enough.”

“Grrrrr! Trust me Grim, when I get my magic back, your hide is first up on the chopping block!” Ace growled back.

The blonde trainer immediately stopped giggling and her smile turned into a cold scowl, “Just you try, I’ll chop you up before you can reach for your pen.”

“Didn’t the Headmage JUST tell you yesterday, no more incidents?” Deuce reminded them, “Regardless, Ace you’re not going to be able to participate in class if you can’t use magic, so why not just apologize to the Housewarden? It’s a small price to pay for having the collar removed.”

“I already told him that, why else do you think that we’re going to the Mirror Chamber?” the blonde trainer told the blue-haired boy with closed eyes, then turned to the ginger boy and gave him a condescending look behind her dark-tinted glasses, “The wittle baby needs somebody to hold his hand while he apologizes to his big scawy Housewarden.” She said with a baby voice, making her Pokemon partner cackle again.

“Aaaaarg! I hate this so! SO! Much!” Ace growled again.

“Hmm. Ya know, we do still have some time to kill before class starts. And I am kinda curious about the other dorms.” Grim said as he climbed Percy’s other shoulder, “Guess I’ll go along and scope out the place while you make with the groveling.”

“Since when did this become a field trip?!”  

 They finally reached the Mirror hall and go through the one decorated with roses, playing cards, and little mushrooms. The dorm itself wasn’t much different from its mirror, it was a red castle decorated with spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs, surrounded by a garden full of red rose bushes and a hedge maze.

It was beautiful but it was nothing next to the garden she had back in the lavender town, which was created by her blue Florges.

“Dang, this place is swank!” Grim said with awe, “This is nothing like our dumpster of a dorm.”

“Oi, our dorm is a work-in-progress all right,” Percy scolded the feline monster, “It’s going to be bloody gorgeous when I’m finished with it.”

In the depths of the Rose Maze, there was a heavy paint smell was dominant in the air. Percy soon understood where the smell was coming from as she saw the white roses half-painted red.

“Aww yeah, I am getting my paint on! They all gotta be red, or it’s ‘off with my head’!” the group heard a voice say.

‘huh, talk about déja vu.’ Percy thought to herself.

“Ah, someone’s here.” Grim being Grim, he jumped from her shoulder and run towards the voice.

 “Grim!” the blonde trainer whisper-yelled after her fiery dorm mate.

They discovered that the owner of the voice was an orange-haired boy with a red diamond under his right eye, who was on a ladder with a paintbrush in his hands painting the white roses red.

“Huh…?” The boy turned to them when he noticed the group approaching him and got down his ladder, “You guys need something?”

“What are you doing there?” Ace asked blatantly.

“Are you blind? I’m painting these roses red,” the boy simply answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yes, we can see that, but why?” Percy asked while she and Mimikyu simultaneously tilted their heads with curiosity.

“Ah ha ha. So naive, you put the ‘n’ in newb.” The boy laughed while light-heartedly shaking his head, but stopped when he got a good look at Ace and Deuce, “Hold the phone, I know you two! You’re the ones who broke a billion-thaumark chandelier and nearly got expelled for it, yeah?”

Both boys lowered their faces in shame.

“That chandelier is gonna haunt us till the day we graduate, isn’t it?” Ace whined.

“And YOU are also the one who ate the Housewarden’s tart that same night!” the orange-haired boy laughed, “You guys are THE hot topic around campus! I’ve gotta get in on this fleeting fame. I’m just gonna grab a selfie real quick…”

Fortunately, Percy was wearing her sunglasses or the sudden flash from that phone could blind her like the rest of the group.

“It’s cool if I post this on Magicom, right?” the boy asked but without waiting for the answer he was at it again, “Gimmie your names so I can tag you.”

“I’m Deuce Spade.”

“Ace.”

“He’s Grim, this is Mimikyu, my partner,” The blond girl introduced her companions first, then took off her glasses and was just about to introduce herself but… “And I’m—“

The orange-haired boy gasped and interrupted her, “You’re Percy The Ghost Queen!”

This made Percy furrow her brows, “How do you know that nickname?”

“You’re famous at Magicam!” the boy exclaimed excitedly.

“But I don’t have a Magicam,” the girl said in a not any less confused tone.

“Yeah, you do. See?” he said as he pointed his phone to her face, “You became famous overnight!”

On the phone, a video was playing. A video of her commanding her Glacion to aim an Ice Beam at the ground and her Pokemon jumping and landing on a perfectly made arctic rose. Her old Pokemon Contest recordings.  

“But how?” How could her contest recordings get uploaded to a social media platform of this reality? She then heard a giggling coming from her backpack. Of course. She shut her eyes, “Rotom!”

 “Nevertheless,” She shook her head and gained back her composure, “I am Percy Remmington, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Uploaded! Sweet.” He turned off his phone and put it away, then turned to the group, “Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, by the way. I’m a junior here at Heartslabyul. But Cater is fine. Or Cay-Cay if you’re cray-cray! Soooo nice to meetcha!” the boy, Cater, winked at her, which made Mimikyu growl and started to glow with an angry blue aura again.

Just when he was about claw out the orange-haired boy for daring to flirt with his trainer, Percy stopped him by raising her hand, “Now, now love let’s not make a traumatic first expression.”

“Ah, you’re also our first female student and the beastmaster Housewarden of that so-called Ramshackle Dorm, right?” Cater crossed his arms, “Like, I can’t believe you actually live there! It’s all gloomy and looks like hot garbage on Magicam. No filter could salvage THAT dump.”

“Y’know, you’ve done nothin’ but diss us here, pal!” Grim growled while crossing his arms.

“Gah, what am I doing? I don’t have time to chat!” Cater’s eyes widened when he noticed the time, “The party’s tomorrow. If we’re not ready, it’s ‘off with my head’! hey, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?”

“Yeah, uh … Why are you doing that again exactly?” Ace asked.

“Because red roses are so much more photogenic! Or… something…? And after that, I’ve gotta start getting things ready for the big croquet tournament. And that means coloring all the flamingos.” The orange-haired boy sighed.

Percy didn’t get it, if you want red roses just plant red roses. It’s easier than painting all of them yourself and smells better too. And while talking about not getting it…

“You’re colorin’ flamingos now? Isn’t anything the right color around here?!” Grim grumbled.

“This flamingo you’re speaking of can’t be a tall, avian creature with a pink rounded body and Wings, a long neck that’s tied into a knot at the base and long thin white legs with webbed feet, a white face, a curved beak with a black tip by any chance can it?” The blonde girl asked curiously.

And it got really silent all of a sudden.

“Uh… Yeah.” Deuce answered slowly, “Except for the knotted neck. Why?”    

“Huh, what do you know maybe our realities have some similarities after all.” Percy mumbled to herself thinking about the Synchronize Pokemon Flamigo, then turned to Cater, “Nevermind that, why are you dyeing live animals? Those better be non-toxic dye and what are they even doing in a croquet tournament?”

“Don’t worry we use magic to change their colors, it’s totally safe.” The orange-haired boy reassured her, “And they are needed for hitting the balls, it’s all in the rules you see.”

“Okay, aside from the flamingos, now it’s coming into focus, Ace.” Deuce said, wanting to keep the ball rolling, “That tart you ate must have been for the Housewarden’s birthday. That explains his reaction!”   

“Hm? Oh, no, it’s not Riddle’s birthday.” Cater corrected his underclassmen.

“It’s not?” Ace asked, clearly done with this conversation, “Then whose birthday is it?”

 “It isn’t anyone’s birthday.” The orange-haired boy answered smiling cheekily at them, “Tomorrow is our dorm’s traditional unbirthday party. It’s a special tea party we throw when no one has a birthday—if the Housewarden feels like it.”

“And why would you do that?” Ace yelped.

“Again with the questions!” Cater cut him off, waving his magic pen around, “Listen, I need these roses to be red. Like yesterday. Can’t you guys help out with magic or something? Oh, but Ace is on magical house arrest and Percy is a total normie, so you two better stick to paint.”

“Hmph,” Percy gave him an airy laugh but her emerald green eyes remained cold upon the normie comment, “Well, this normie is not a member of your dorm so,” she said as she walked up to a nearby bench and sat down gracefully, “She doesn’t have to help with anything, meaning; she will just sit here in the shade while you boys do what you do.”

She wasn’t about to be tricked into doing anyone’s job for them, thank you very much.

“Recolor the roses with magic…” Deuce muttered to the unfamiliar practice nervously.

“Can’t say I’ve ever done this before,” Grim said unsurely, he could agree with his Housewarden and go sit in the corner, but he did want to try. He was going to be the best mage ever, he could do this with his eyes closed.

“Relax, it’ll be fine. You got this!” Cater encouraged his underclassmen, “But maybe do it before I lose my head? K-thankx!”

While Deuce and Grim were hilariously failing at their jobs by either turning the roses into the wrong color or literally setting them on fire. Percy calmly scratched Mimikyu’s chin, who was still glaring at the orange-haired boy.

“You really don’t like him, huh dear?” she asked her partner as she watched the boys. “Me too. he’s simply too superficial and smily.”

 “Red… Red… BAM!” Deuce tried to do the spell but yelped when the flower turned into the wrong primary color once again. “Wh-whoa! It turned blue?!”

“Change, o foul color! Change! AHA!” Grim chanted loudly, but he too failed to turn the white rose red. “BWAH! The rose caught on fire!”

Percy sighed at the idiocracy of her classmates and turned her head to stare deeper at the maze, but her eyes widened at the familiar sight of a Budew. The Bud Pokemon was just minding its business waddling inside the maze and just when she was about to go after it, Cater’s loud voice interrupted her train of thought.

“Wow!” the orange-haired boy awed at the boys’ failures. “You’re even less competent than I thought.”

“Yo, maybe you should just leave the roses white!” Ace snapped back at him, “They look perfectly pretty ‘n stuff to me.”

“It’s a matter of tradition.” Cater explained, “You can’t have an unbirthday party without the roses being red. And you can’t play croquet without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog for a ball. Oh, but of course, the roses need to be white when the garden flowers put on their spring concert. That’s absolutely crucial.”

“All your rules are completely insane!” Grim whined.

And Percy agreed with him. Kinda. The rules were odd sure but a day of just having a tea party and playing croquet with a weird version of Flamigos and whatever a hedgehog was, sounded very pleasant to her. She earned her living by battling super-powered creatures, playing croquet with them was nothing to that.

“They say the Queen of Hearts made up these rules herself—she was one of the Great Seven, you know. And Riddle is all about tradition. Probably more than previous Housewardens, T-B-H.” Cater told them cheerfully, but then he guiltily scratched the back of his head, “I’ll admit that he’s well… a bit extra.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I sure don’t have time for this nonsense.” Ace said finally realizing the time. “Is Riddle here? I gotta talk to him.”

“Yeah, probably.” Hummed the orange-haired boy, “But are you sure that’s wise? Did you even bring an apology tart to replace the one you ate?”

“Uh, no…?” the ginger scratched behind his ear, “I came here first thing in the morning!”

“Ah ah ah… That could be a problem.” Cater warned him, “Have you forgotten rule 53? ‘Stolen items must be replaced.’ If you’re not in compliance, I can’t let you in.”

“Are you serious?!” Ace argued.

“All dorm residents must obey the rules. If I let you slide, it would be off with my head next! I hate to say it, Ace, but I’m gonna need you to leave before Riddle spots you. Thanx.” The orange-haired boy got out his magic pen and was seemingly ready to fight.

“I… think this guy is for real.” Ace yelped turning to the rest of his group, “You guys, do something!”

“Why should WE do anything?” Deuce shouted back.

“C’mon, please! I can’t use magic! Hurry, he’s—“

Before he could finish Percy was already on her feet. She finally had a reason to beat that annoying fake smile off of the orange-haired boy’s face.

“Mimikyu, Shadow Ball!”

And before he knew it, a ball of black and purple energy with black static around it collided with Cater’s chest and sends him flying back.

When he managed to stand on his feet again, he somehow cloned himself.

“Hm, you’re spamming Double Team on me huh?” Not the most honorable of tactics but it is effective, “Well two can play that game. Mimikyu, Double Team then Wood Hammer!”

With the command of his trainer, Mimikyu’s body glowed white and he created multiple copies of himself then his and the copies’ stick-like tails grew larger and became surrounded by a whispy, dark-purple aura; they then strike their tails hard onto the Cater clones multiple times.

The copies tried to fight the Disguise Pokemon but ultimately his magic pen flew off of his hand, his copies disappeared and Cater was on his butt on the ground once again.

Percy picked up the pen from where it fell and pointed it to the orange-haired boy’s face with a cruel grin. “Did you have enough or would you like to try again?”

Cater gulped nervously, of course, what was he thinking? Even though she was magicless, she was a Housewarden. People don’t become Housewardens just because, they had to be powerful in some way. And her power was her familiars, she was a Beastmaster after all.

He saw how powerful her familiars were in those videos and he didn’t want to find out what else she got up her sleeve the hard way.

“Nope, the lesson learned,” he put his hands up in surrender smiling nervously, “but I still can’t let him in unless he comes back with a tart. Sorry.”

“Very well,” Percy dropped the pen on his lap and turned to the ginger, “Ace needs to find a tart.”

“What?!” Ace argued.

“It’s only fair.” She picked up Mimikyu from the floor and put her sunglasses back on as she turned around to walk back to the Mirror Chamber, “Now come on the class is about to start.”

“Do make sure to bring that tart next time, m’kay?” Cater waved as they left, “Buh-bye now!”

“Was that guy for real?!” Ace growled as they walked to the front of the dorm.

“He cloned himself, maybe he was using some kind of illusion magic?” Deuce guessed.

“So let me get this straight: we walked in there, totally tartless, but this dude still made us do that whole song and dance before throwing us out?” Ace summarised, “He just wanted to make us paint his stupid roses!”

“We sure look like a bunch of chumps.” Grim crossed his arms. “Wish Mimikyu scratched the hell out of him.”

  “You’re just gonna have to suck it up, and bring a tart next time gingernuts.” Percy said calmly,” I can only do so much for you. In the meantime pick up the pace the class is about to start.”

“Myah! I don’t wanna get a blemish on the first day of my glorious Night Raven education!” Grim said as he quickly climbed on Percy’s shoulder, “Shake a leg, chumps! To the classroom pronto!”

“Hey, so what class are you guys in, anyway?” Ace asked as they ran, “You’re freshmen too, right?”

“The Headmage said we’re in Class 1-A in his text.” The blonde girl answered.

“Hey, that’s the same one I’m in.” Deuce informed them, “We got Potionology for the first period.”

“Oh ho, yeah! That sounds awesome!” Grim cheered.

[moririki]

⤷ CLUELESS

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER -> 1.5K despite your best efforts to confess your feelings to the infamous stone wall, he never quite seems to understand

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> ushijima being fucking clueless lmaooo, reader stumbling around being awkward, tendo being a jackass in the best way, obvious pining MORI'S THOUGHTS -> this imagine is based off of monthly girls' nozaki-kun, which is a pretty good (and short!) anime i watched on netflix hehe. the dynamic just reminded me of ushi for some reason so this became a thing

WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CAPTAIN OF A VOLLEYBALL TEAM, YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. the two of you had nothing in common. the most you saw of him in a day was the brief glimpse of him before he headed into class. despite the fact that you could count the number of interactions that you've had with him on one hand, you were quick to develop feelings for the guy.

maybe you just had a type. he was tall, handsome, and quiet, but you were surprised that not many of the girls in your class gossiped about him. from what you knew about him, he mostly kept to himself or the volleyball team, with a very focused mindset accompanying him on and off of the court. the more that you knew about him only deepened your crush, to the point where it was getting unbearable to just admire him from afar.

while you felt like you knew the outcome before it started, you still decided to try your luck. today was the day of your confession.

"um, ushijima?" you tapped him on the shoulder hesitantly, stood next to his desk. he turned to you, face stoic as always. now or never. don't give away the fact that you're sweating bullets, you reminded yourself. your hands were balled into tight fists, nails digging into your palms as you felt your mouth open and close a few times with no sound coming out. fuck.

ushijima's face was blank, offering neither support nor disdain. well, the lack of outright disgust was always a good sign.

"i just wanted to say that i, uh.." you trailed off, resolve crumbling underneath the powerful gaze of ushijima. what were you thinking? you couldn't tell him how you felt, but you couldn't just slowly destroy yourself keeping it from him. might as well get it over and done with. "i want to be around you!" you ended up blurting out. and once the dam broke, more and more words started to spill past your lips.

"i've always admired you and how dedicated you are to volleyball, and i want to be around you more- and it's because i-" you finally hesitared at that, feeling your face flame up when confronted with the three little words which would change everything. but ushijima must have assumed that you had finished talking because your chance to confess had disappeared.

"i'm glad that you feel that way, y/n." ushijima's facial expression was still stern, but you perked up at his words nonetheless.

"you do?" you sounded breathless, eyes wide after you had just exposed exactly how you felt to your long-standing crush. ushijima nodded encouragingly, and you could feel a ringing in your ears as you begaj to think that you were dreaming. this was simply too good to be true, and you felt so lightheaded that you could float away with the lightest gust of wind.

"to confirm your position as manager you're going to have to fill out a form, but you can join practice tomorrow." you blinked, feeling yourself crash back down to earth when ushijima continued to speak.

"wait, what?" ushijima then looked at you in confusion.

"did you not just ask me to be a manager?" you hesitated, struggling internaly as to whether you should confess, again. but your cowardice won, and you sighed, nodding.

"i'll see you tomorrow."

the plasticky squeak of trainers hitting gymnasium floor welcomed you, and you steeled your nerves before stepping through the doors and being welcomed by the bright lights. you squinted as the glare hit you, hands holding onto your arms in an attempt to pull yourself together.

the sound of a volleyball being spiked into the floor harshly grasped your attention, and you watched in awe as the shiratorizawa volleyball team began to warm up. ushijima had just delivered that terrifyingly fast spike, and you felt a blush rise to your face as you saw how concentrated he was. cute.

"oh, hello!" a singsong voice and accompanying face invaded your senses, and you squeaked in surprise, taking an involuntary step back. the red-headed boy grinned at you, his frame towering over yours. "are you the new manager?" you nodded once, eyes darting past him to look at ushijima again. the ace still had his attention trained onto the court, despite the racket his teammate was causing. you sighed when you realised that your crush hadn't noticed you come in, and your action caused the redhead in front of you to narrow his eyes shrewdly.

"tendo, get back to practice!" a second voice called from the court. another guy with grey hair was stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the male in front of you expectantly.

"coming, semi-semi!" tendo sang, offering you a cheery wave before running back. you were glad that there was at least one friendly face in the gym, though you had to fend for yourself now.

considering the fact that you had minimal support and nobody else to show you the ropes, you had actually picked up rather quickly on how to be a semi-decent manager. you fell into a rhythm over the next few weeks, filling up water bottles and preparing towels for the sweaty players. at least your failed confession had led to you taking part in a club that would look very good on your college applications.

another positive from this whole experience was the fact that you had gained two new friends, who went by the names tendo and semi. it was almost embarrassing at how quickly they figured out your crush for their team captain- semi tried to flirt with you, and tendo cackled as you stuttered out a rejection for his advances. next thing you know, one instinctive glance in ushijima's direction had tendo unraveling the entire mystery as to why you had signed up for a position as manager.

of course, the two assholes found the whole situation hilarious at your expense. however, you couldn't find yourself holding a grudge against the boys when they offered to act as your official wingmen. as for the very reason why you had joined the team, things were going about as well as you could expect. while he made no indication of going out of his way to talk to you, ushijima would gladly return any conversation that you struck up when handing him his water bottle or towel. he'd then return to practice promptly, help to lock up the gym, and then leave with not much in terms of a second glance. it was unsurprising behaviour, but still disheartening to say the least.

that's how you found yourself ranting to tendo during the team's five-minute break, with the boy watching your frustrated face in amusement.

“i just- i can’t believe that i talked myself into being a manager! all because of a crush! a crush that doesn’t even realise that i like him!” you placed down the towel that you just folded in frustration, and tendo couldn’t stop a giggle escaping his lips.

“look, that’s just how he is.” the redhead attempted to console you, giving you a pat on the arm. “he’s difficult to read, and he never talks about his emotions. besides, i don’t think he’s ever had a crush before.”

you sighed, nodding in defeat.

“yeah, yeah. i get it.” tendo’s focus drifted from your face to behind you, and he was quick to sling an arm around your shoulder.

“speaking of the guy...” he muttered to you under his breath. you turned to see the captain approaching, his brow slightly knitted. you smiled as best as you could, offering him a water bottle.

“bye, sweetie,” tendo cooed at you, shooting you a painfully obvious wink that had you blushing and looking down at your shoes. now it was just you and ushijima, the latter being as silent as ever. you coughed once, peeking up at his face.

“you spiked well today.” ushijima nodded once, a small smile spreading across his face. the motion had your heart swelling.

“thank you. you’re a very good manager.” you laughed, mostly to hide your blush and just at how ironic this entire situation was.

“thank you.” you smiled up at the man, and that was the end of your interaction. you watched his back as he returned back to the court, going so much further away from you. tendo shot you two thumbs up and received a slap on the back of the head from semi, and that made you giggle.

hell, even if you got here under circumstances that weren’t in your favour, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. something about getting to watch ushijima perform in his element every day was enough to keep your crush going, reciprocated or not. besides, who knew how the guy really felt after all?

your daydreaming had you staring off into space as the coach blew a whistle to mark the return to practice, and a pair of olive eyes tore themselves away from you to focus back on the court.

you had been paying attention to his spikes, after all.

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[pies-writes-and-more]

ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you’d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy. 

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window. 

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable. 

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?” 

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming. 

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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