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Nine: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Word count: 6,434

a/n: this one is cute... enjoy :)

Previous chapter

It took you a few weeks to get back to your routine. Your roommates were barely aware you were around, they only spoke to you when it came to making food or paying taxes, but not for the fun stuff. Your mom on the other hand had almost thrown a party in your name, she was happy you came back earlier than planned, a chocolate cake awaited for you when you came back from your first week of college on a Friday afternoon.

A little note was on the side of the cake, an empty glass securing it in place.

Happy first week honey, I’m at the salon, hope you like the cake. x

“Of course I like the cake.” You said to no one as you sliced it and plated it, ready to chug it down.

A happy moan escaped you as you ate, using this as motivation to clean your room, you usually spent the weekends at your little apartment with your roommates back in the Upper West Side–you could get to college faster than back in Queens–but they were not coming back until the next day, some welcoming party they didn’t want to invite you, not even when you helped them choose their outfits, they were not mean but they definitely weren’t Robin nor Steve.

You sighed; you’ve been doing that a lot since you got back.

The cassettes the kids had given you were placed on the desk in your room, you haven’t touched your suitcase since you got back, practically two weeks ago. Someone had to wash the dirty clothes, so this was as better time as any to do so. You didn’t have much in your schedule anyway.

Unfolding jeans and separating color clothes from black and white ones, you played Max’s cassette. Pretty punk, girl power songs were the fuel to keep you going with the chore. As you pulled a shirt out of a nest of clothes, a piece of paper went out flying.

Nancy Wheeler, it read, her phone number perfectly written. At least Steve had nice handwriting.

You bit the side of your cheek… after a second of looking at the number you shrugged, taking the phone from your mom’s room you dragged it to yours. Closing the door you dialed. There were plenty of chimes, until a man answered. Mr. Wheeler had always been a grumpy man, so you went straight to the point. You heard how the man shouted for Nancy to pick up the phone, and after a minute she did.

An exasperated grunt sounded before she could talk.

“Who is this?”

“Hi, Nancy it’s y/n, I’m sorry for calling all of a sudden, Steve gave me your number and I just decided to call you, how are you?” you wanted to self palm yourself, the rambling inevitable, but that was the way; politeness first, then business.

“Uh, yeah y/n of course, Hi. I’m good, what about you?” she sounded bored to you but sure she probably had better things to do.

“It’s all good, just um… listen I know this is awkward specially because we were never close, not even friends back in school but I’m in New York now and an idea came to me, it’s different from what you’re doing at the moment with the school paper and such but maybe if you are interested in the future, would you like to work with me? I mean, I have a magazine project in mind, it’s for college, very in the works, don’t know what I’m naming it or anything but if you find it slightly interesting would you mail me? or call me? I’ll give you my number, do you have something to write with?”

Silence, you gulped closing your eyes, it was the fast Robin kind of rambling again. Shit, you always ruined these things doing so, it surprised you to hear her laugh.

“That was a lot for a first time call” you heard shuffling on the other line, “listen, I have a few things going on right now but sure… What kind of magazine are we talking about though?”

You felt the tug at the end of your lips going upwards, a light flutter in your chest “oh god, are you serious? Wow for a second I thought you had hung up on me. Wow, um ok so… it’s mostly a music magazine you know like Rolling Stone, but made with a female perspective, with interviews, maybe some movie recommendations, and I don’t know perhaps we can add a few other important things that are happening in our society respecting girls, it’s basically that.”

“Wow,” she sighed, “that actually sounds interesting… I like it, don’t take it the wrong way but this is a little ambitious for just the two of us.”

“No, yeah you’re right but it’s just the beginning. Listen, this is just like the main idea, we can work on it and polish the whole concept, I just need a few people that I can count on and build this slowly, so are you in, Nancy Wheeler?” you were twisting the phone chord so tightly around your index finger it was starting to turn a sickly kind of purple.

“I don’t know how you’re planning on putting this into a real magazine but yeah, count me in! Why not?!” she giggled and you let out a big puff of air out of your lungs.

“Hell yes! That’s amazing Nance, can I call you Nance? Oh god, okay um… do you think Jonathan would be interested in helping?”

Nancy snorted, “I think I can convince him, don’t worry about it.” A big grin spread on your face, this was the first good thing that came out of your trip to Hawkins, well that and your friendship with Steve… and Eddie, but that was another topic.

“Fantastic, ok well, I can give you my number and we can discuss this with more detail. I still need to talk to my teacher about it and see if I can use it for a dissertation project or something but yeah, cool… I’m rambling now, just tell Jonathan and let me know, do you have paper and pen?”

“Yes,” you gave her both your number and the one of your apartment “got it!”

“Ok cool,”

“Um, thanks for considering me, this can be a good thing, for lots of people.” Nancy said, your heart felt full in that moment.

“Don’t mention it, it was like a collective idea, I’m glad you’re giving me and this crazy idea a chance. Well, I'm gonna leave you alone for now, thanks Nance.”

“Thanks for calling y/n, talk soon.”

The line died and you plopped on your bed, the bubbly feeling starting to rise from your belly, this was good.

☼

Halloween arrived in the blink of an eye, it had been two weeks since you talked to Robin and Steve, they had way too much work for you to interrupt them. So it was set as an obligation for you and them to have a phone call the night of Halloween. Ten at night and you dialed Steve’s phone number, the line chimed more times than you cared to count, but you waited, they were the only lucky ones you waited for to pick up.

“Harrington with H of Hello.”

“Ugh, that was awful Steve, please just stick up with Hi,”

“Oh look who it is, miss grumpy pants. Nice to hear from you, miss-I’m-too-busy-for-my-friends.” You heard him munching something.

“Me? You were the ones that didn’t call, I waited for hours and last time I did call, you were all ‘oh no I have so much work and my date is in one hour’ whiney dork.”

“Hah, so funny guys, first of all that was an outrageous imitation of me.”

Robin’s laugh floated to your ear, “He is a whiney dork, and I had to do all the stuff he didn’t just so Keith wouldn’t fire him.”

“This is exactly what I don’t like about our group calls, you always attack me.”

“See? He whines too much.”

“Shut up Robin. Are we going to watch the movie or what?” Steve interrupted the banter.

“Fine, do you have snacks and all?” you asked, opening a can of soda, placing it on your bedside table, right beside a half eaten chocolate bar.

After forty minutes and a break for the bathroom, your room’s door opened.

“Can I use the phone?” Katia opened the door of your room, you had popcorn all over your shirt, a melting square of chocolate on your fingers. She grimaced when she glanced at you.

“Uh… no? I’m using it, weren’t you supposed to be at that party of lawyers you were bragging about the whole week?” you cocked an eyebrow.

Katia grunted. “I just wanted to call Justin so he could pick me up.”

“Well, it’s a shame you won’t be able to.” The chocolate got placed in your mouth, warm and tasty.

“Are you talking to Robin?”

“Yes, wanna say hi?”

“Hello Katia,” Robin shouted from the other line, speakerphone now on.

“Hi Robin, I expect a better Christmas gift this year, last year’s was trash.”

“It’s what you deserve after what you gave me.”

“Oh fuck you then.”

“Always nice talking to you.”

“Whatever,” Katia rolled her eyes but smiled. “See you later y/n, don’t eat all the ice cream or I’ll kick your ugly ass.”

You flipped your finger at her, she walked away chuckling.

“She’s such a doll.” Steve’s sarcasm made you grin.

“She’s okay, the only thing is that she thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”

“Dudes the best part is about to happen, shut up.” Robin said and yes the slayer movie started to get bloody.

The whole mechanics of synchronizing your TV VHS player with theirs took a while, but you managed to play it at the same time after several tries.

To you Fredy Krueger wasn’t that scary but you thought that maybe if it wasn’t Halloween you would totally freak out if you saw him on a regular Wednesday in your dreams.

“Jesus, that looks way worse than my period.” You mumbled to no one.

“Please don’t start.” Steve quickly said before you three grunted, made gagging noises and hissing sounds when someone died. “Yep, that was a lot of blood.”

“I don’t think I'll be drinking the rest of my wine anymore,” you said, gulping, giving a glance at the cup by your side, the soda far gone now.

“Wine? You're drinking wine!”

“Hell yeah Robs, you know I can’t stand horror shit so I need to be tipsy to handle the stress.”

“Who’s whiny now.”

“Zip it Steve.” You and Robin said. Your soft laugh made Robin do the same.

“Also it’s the cheap kind, so don’t expect much from it, Harrington. Carton wine isn’t as fancy as your dad’s damn bar.”

“You got a point there… So now we watch the new addition to Family Video horror collection?” Steve said far away from the phone.

“Child’s Play it is.” Robin sighed, pretty satisfied with her pick.

“Shit, guys you really don’t want me to sleep tonight.”

“Who said anything about sleeping, we are partyiiiiing.” Steve shouted in a weird voice, making you laugh.

After taking out the tape you put the new one on, good thing that they had a copy available at your local video rental. You curled up with a blanket and your snacks, you spilled a few drops of soda every now and then whenever Chucky did something funny, like running, or when it was all burnt but the thing didn’t feel like dying anytime soon. Steve and Robin made the experience more like a comedy than a horror one, which you appreciated and made you miss them way more than before.

✤

The first bash of snow rested on the streets of New York, it was a week before Christmas, which meant buying your friends gifts that were not shitty and were definitely overpriced but still the whole ritual was kinda therapeutic to you.

For Jonathan and Nancy were easy to pick, you bought a bunch of film rolls for the Byers guy, different IOS exposure and a mix of b&w and color ones, plus a camera lens filter for cold tone photos. Nancy, you were in between buying her a nice fluffy sweater in pastel tones, the poem collection of Sylvia Plath and a new diary. You opted for the latter, you weren’t sure if that was her style, she was very into fashion and you were not so it was better to give her something she could use plus a nice set of colorful pens.

Katia and Sharon weren’t your friends in the very sense of the word but they were cool and did things for you like sometimes paying rent when you were a little late with the payments, so they got scented candles and a box of chocolates each.

For the teens in Hawkins was a hard thing specially because you weren’t sure what they liked, well except for Dustin the kid was very specific on comics so you bought a bunch of Marvel stuff for him, all from the X-Men to Spider-Man. Lucas was all into sports and music so He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper album was a no brainer when you saw it with a Christmas discount, it was still a rip off but the kid deserved it. Will, you cared so much for him you had to be very careful where to buy artsy things that were the quality he needed, so a box of pastels, a special block for them and a watercolor set got nicely wrapped in a shiny christmas-y paper.

Max got a new set of wheels for her skateboard along with a cassette you found from a french punk band. You knew she was going to like it especially when she felt angry, at that age you were always angry and ready for a fight. You found Max to be a lot like you, which made you want to protect her and be always there for her.

Things got a little harder when the Steve and Robin gifts had to be chosen. It could either go excellent or down the hill to ‘the worst gift given in history’ like that one year Robin gifted you some socks she found “cute”, they had blue frogs who wore cowboy hats. That was not the worst part, it was that the socks were too little for you to wear so they ended at the bottom of your drawer. The never used pair of socks.

It’d be a lie to pretend you knew what Steve needed other than therapy and a hug. You guessed a comb would be as good as any other gift but it was cheap and you were not ready to ruin your friendship with him thanks to a comb. The sight of a blue sweater screamed Steve to you, a button down sweater was good, he looked good in blue so why not. That and a compact mirror with the symbols of the Rebel alliance in Star Wars, after that Obi-Wan reference that seemed very appropriate.

And Robin, you had found a set of pins since early February, those were destined for her the moment you saw them, they were all David Bowie, that was the symbol of your friendship, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be friends with her so you took them without questioning the price, it was right, and now you needed something else to form the perfect Christmas present. It didn’t show itself to you until the moment you were about to give up and go home.

A mug with an orange-y bird standing on a branch, it was perfect, handmade, hand-painted, just the ideal mug for Robin, a Robin mug, literally. If someone would appreciate that would be her, you were certain about it, you two had the same sense of fucked up humor, so it got secured in a box filled in with newspaper and that got into a bigger box with the address of Robin’s parent’s.

It was a cold morning, when your mom had sent you to buy a few things in preparation for Christmas. Brooklyn was one of your favorite places to walk around, it was a bit less crowded than downtown and there were always Christmas markets in random streets. You ended up buying a new pair of pink jeans with yellow flowers on them, and a few books, poetry and magazines you could use for inspiration for your new project, but it was the sparkle of silver chains that caught your attention.

Belt chain formed with little skulls, it was all Eddie, it’d be mistake not to buy it, so you didn’t think much about it, maybe it was a sign for you to try and stay friends with him, at the end of the day he was part of the Hawkins gang and you didn’t want him and the teens or your two musketeers to be vexed with each other.

It got inside a blue silver-like wrap, it lied on your bed for a few hours once you got home, you weren’t sure if sending it was a good idea but at the end of the day you placed it at the bottom of the box, where you couldn’t see it, as if that was enough for you not to think about it. You checked your list and yes, you had gifts for everyone, even Mike and El, you didn’t know them well so a scarf got folded for Mike and a set of shimmery makeup for El also got a spot inside the box. The shipping wasn’t cheap but it was worth it.

So worth it you got a call from Robin the moment it got delivered at her door.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve when she called, you just got your own package as well sitting at the foot of your bed, it was a big box filled with gifts, she put an extra bag of candy for your mom and one box of chocolates for your roommates; who were not impressed but at least it wasn’t just a Christmas card.

“Did I just see a gift for Eddie here?” Robin wondered but you caught her wry tone.

“Oh my god Robin! Don’t open it!”

“Jesus, okay sorry I just saw the package. I mean, I’m in charge of delivering all these, I’m practically Santa, therefore I need to know the list of names of the well behaved kids, am I right?”

“Ugh okay yes, it’s for Eddie, the thing is how did you know it was for him, it has no tag on it?”

She giggled “well… I took a peek and the skulls are pretty much his thing so… yeah sorry.”

“Knew it… you are too nosy, but I forgive you because you got me a new corduroy tote bag, and these cool markers… but tell me, what do you think?”

“Uh, about what?”

“Dude…” you slammed your palm on your forehead, “about Eddie’s gift, of course!”

“Well, it’s nice, very nice I’d say, but don’t worry I won’t tell Steve because he’s gonna be jealous about you giving Eddie jewelry when he got a sweater.” She scoffed

“But it’s a nice sweater.”

“It is, maybe I’d tell him you got him nothing so I get to keep the sweater… hah just kidding the material feels itchy on my skin, but he’ll love it.”

You grinned, “Open your present now, I wanna hear the reaction.”

“Hmmm okay, must be a nice one.” The line went silent for a moment then you heard your best friend screaming loudly as she picked the phone again, her voice sounded very high pitched and raspy, “This is the absolute best, are you fucking joking! The pins are going straight to my working vest, so I can see them all the time… and this mug, oh!”

If she could only see you, you had the biggest grin, your cheeks were starting to hurt, dammit! You wish you could be there to see her reaction in real time.

“You know you are the best right? Like yes it sounds biased when I just got the most perfect gifts ever but you truly are the best friend I could have ever asked for, and no gifts, no money, no long distances would change how thankful I am to have you in my life. Honestly, it sounds so cheesy but it’s true. I love you dude, just wait until you see the rest of the gifts, especially those mixtapes.”

She squealed and you started to open yours, it was a tradition now, you had always opened the gifts the day they arrived at either your house or hers, this year was extra special with extra gifts for you at least.

Yes, there were two mixtapes, one with the name of ‘the last-first party of the year’ and the second one had nothing on it, which was odd but you didn’t ask questions, you were sure Robin was not going to answer any of them.

“I know my present is the best one but what did Steve give you? That dingus didn’t want to tell me.”

It was a pink wrapped present, when you ripped it open the box came onto view, it was not a common box it was a jewelry box made of wood, your heart squeezed when you opened it, depicting a picture, one you weren’t sure when was taken but it was Robin, Steve and you at Family Video watching a movie, you were almost sure it had been taken by Dustin, because it was simple, like very in the moment. You were looking at the tv, you three midway to a laugh, cheeks rosy and you seemed happy.

“Did he give you the photo too? And the book?” Robin asked when you gasped.

“Uh yes,” you couldn’t help but hug the small book against your chest, it was the three musketeers book, “which one did he get you?”

“It’s the second novel,”

“I got the third one,”

“He must have the first one, he is sentimental like that isn’t he?” Robin said giggling.

“Yes, but it’s cute.”

You felt full of love, noticing how Steve cared for simple yet meaningful things, next year you had to give him something handmade, that was your mission, make him feel important and special.

“Max gave me a tie dye shirt.” Robin took you out of your train of thought.

“Same here, I think she is more into practical stuff than us, it is cool though.”

“Totally. We can wear matching outfits when we see each other.” Robin said with clear excitement.

“I like that, what did Dustin get you and why is a handmade D&D guide for dummies?”

“He got me that plus a coupon for a free lesson, that kid needs to learn a few things.”

“I’m regretting spending my money on him.” You grunted.

“Lucas really put some effort in this, he made us all the New Year's mixtape, he said we could play it along together when the clock strikes eleven thirty, so it plays for exactly thirty minutes and we can listen to the last song of the year all at the same time, then the other side on the first half hour of the new year…”

“That is cheesy—if I was to say something—but I appreciate it, he better put some good tunes there.”

“He has cool music taste so I trust the boy.”

“No way Will did this cartoony portrait for us, mine is so funny, wow if I were to say that any in the gang was destined for success I’d put Will on the first spot because he has some skills.”

You were in total awe at the image you had in your hand, it was you scrunching your nose with glitter on your eyelids and a very punk vibe, you weren’t sure you gave away that aura of coolness.

“He showed me his progress and I think he captured you pretty well, like strong but also nice? I don’t know, it gives off both kind of opposite perceptions of you.”

“Hmmm… am I that intimidating, I look angry.”

“No, it’s just that you know what you want, and that you are very… um listen you are like Steve in the sense that you give off intimidating energy but in the best way possible.”

“That sounds so horrible, Robin, we better change the topic.”

“Yes, that’s what we should do… uh Jonathan and Nancy sent you like the biggest shit ever, why on earth would they pay for a typewriter? Is Nancy now your new best friend? After all we’ve been through?” she squealed, but your laugh was the hint she needed to understand it wasn’t about that.

“It’s for work, I’m working on this magazine project. If you are interested in sharing some of your film opinions and recommendations I have a spot open.” You bit the inside of your cheek.

Robin started laughing, but you kept silent, hence she stopped the mocking, “wait you are serious, oh my god yes! Absolutely, shit dude why didn’t you tell me oh my god, wait—that’s why they’ve been traveling so much, right? Mike was showing off how Nancy had bought him merch from some weird nerd store he likes from Chicago. Shit! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

It was true, Jonathan and Nancy had bought a typewriter for you, you had only agreed to it because it wasn’t new and you paid half of the price, they decided to pay the rest as their Christmas present to you. Still it was a very dope gift, you had received it only two days earlier than the gang’s own box of presents.

“Yes, to all of it, and I didn’t tell you before because it’s still pretty much in the works, we are working on names right now so if you have any ideas I’m very happy to hear them.”

“I mean, not at the moment but surely I’ll come up with something. Y/n this is great, I can send you reviews of some of my favorite films and you can decide what to post. This is so cool, Steve is gonna love it.”

Mike and El got you a bunch of stickers and a handmade pen holder made out of a can of something that still smelled sweet, it had more stickers on and lots of ribbons. It was nice. Definitely better than nothing.

Still there was the cassette at the bottom of the box.

“Uh Robs, you guys put an empty cassette here or does it actually have some music?” you had to ask because it had no name, and no indication that it had been recorded.

“It has music, you should listen to it but I recommend you to do it when you are alone, with headphones on and just with an open mind…”

You snorted, “okay… is this some kind of joke? Because I do not appreciate jokes on holidays.”

“It’s not a joke, geez you should trust me I’m your best friend.”

Facts. Still there was something sketchy about it.

“Right,”

And you did what Robin advised, it was Christmas, two in the morning and you were ready to call it a night, your mom and aunt were a little tipsy taking over the karaoke so there was no point in trying to mingle.

The door on your room closed, the mixtape rested on your bedside table. Feeling deep inside you that you should listen to it, maybe it was the Christmas spirit or just your brain trying to find a way to muffle your aunt’s horrible howls when she sang Astral Weeks .

The cassette got placed inside your walkman, headphones on. White noise, being the only thing you heard, for a second you thought Robin had played you a prank, but the voice you heard next made your chest clench.

“Henderson, are you sure this shit is being recorded because I swear to christ if you’re just-“

“It is recording Eddie please you're talking about me, when have I let you down?”

“Uh yeah I'd rather not answer that… shit ok… hi, um y/n I hope you're listening to this… I don't know when but-“

“Go to the point dude,” you clocked Steve’s voice in the background.

Steve the traitor Harrington!

“Right, um so I just want to apologize for what I did. I was confused and stupid, I still am pretty stupid so we are not debating that,” he lightly laughed, “I never said this to you, not because I didn’t feel it but because it wasn’t fair for you at the moment, so… I really appreciate you, no—um it’s not appreciation I feel, ok yeah I do appreciate you but it’s stronger than that.”

He made the largest pause, he was being more dramatic than necessary, but it was worth it.

“I like you… a lot actually…”

Your breath hitched, heart skipping a beat, accelerating into a dangerous pace.

“Aww” the sweet chime of girly voices backgrounded the recording.

“Hey guys you are very supportive and all but can you fuck off for a minute!” Eddie yelled to them. It made you laugh only imagining the whole thing. “Yes exactly, finally some privacy. Alright where was I?”

After a second of no sound a big sigh coming from the tape made your tummy drop.

“Y/n” Eddie mumbled, “I fucked it up. I should’ve known you were going to ruin me the moment Buckley introduced us, you with your sweaty hair and sparkly eyes like... SHIT!”

You closed your eyes, headphones in place as you sat on your bed. If you concentrated enough you could almost see him with his hands over his eyes, trying to put his shit together.

“That’s why I called Robin and Steve and went to see you that night, you know? I guess you don’t know, but I wanted to see you again and be just there, to forget about the rest of the world. Never felt like this about anyone, yeah I’ve been attracted to girls but with you is like a collision between lust and care and love and I wanted to make you laugh all the time, and hold your hand and—Jesus, I sound like Harrington.”

You smiled, laying on the mattress, your hand went to your chest trying to have some control over the flutter inside you. Failing of course, you wanted to squeal and roll on the floor.

“You kinda always have been there; buzzed hair and school guitar rehearsals. Yep I saw you a couple of times walking through the empty halls on your way out of school. It always intrigued me why you were always there so late. And that night when you told me it was for me, for the guitar… I guess I knew that since I was a kid, because it changed something within me, unconsciously of course because until now I was in the dark of how it had shifted things for me. Although I finally acknowledged it; I wanted to be the best guitar player and wanted to impress people, not just you but everyone around, that’s when the band formed and I became unapologetically myself, I wanted to do it my way.” He chuckled, a sad one you could hear it.

“Anyway, I hope we can at least stay friends… or stay in touch. Umm, there’s something else I want to tell you, no one knows this but we got a deal, not a record deal but it’s getting close to one…this thing is big. Corroded Coffin got its first tour… we aren’t the main act but we are opening for a small band from California and they wanted us to play for them for their northern area slot… so yeah I guess it’s pretty cool huh? If things get better, I hope that sweet deal about an interview in your magazine is still on the table. That’d be fucking great,” he cleared his throat.

“Just wanted to share that with you because you’re important to me. And I don’t know, that’s all I’m gonna say before I get too mushy so… the rest of the cassette is just a mix I made, remember that bet we made? About you playing guitar and going to my shows and me listening to your mellow shit? Well,—I did it, I listened to all kinds of things you mentioned and some other recommendations from Steve and Robin, so yeah” Eddie’s chuckle rumbled all across your body, it was causing a reaction in your system. “Lots of great tunes here, because as you already know I have a fantastic music taste anyway, so enjoy it. And have a very Merry Christmas or New Year or… whatever it’s happening the day you listen to this.”

“Don’t feel forced to give any kind of reply, it’s all cool….You don’t even have to forgive me, because—hell I wouldn’t forgive me either to be fair… anyway. Uh, should I sign this with my name or something? Well, shit I don’t know… With love, Eddie Munson. That sucked, ok um bye.”

A low thud sound followed by “Hey Dustin how do I finish the recording.” Another thud and shuffling sounds, mumbles and swears, followed by white noise finally filling your ears completely.

It took a few seconds there for the Echo & The Bunnymen to abruptly start. Your whole body came back to life, Lips Like Sugar made your insides squirm.

Eddie had declared his love for you, well he just said he liked you but that was enough. You laid in bed listening to the selection of songs that practically were a love letter for you, everything he could feel or express got translated into songs you liked and that he related to you.

Was this the ultimate token of love?

Absolutely, you’d be stupid not to see it.

The fact that this was sent even before you had sent your own gifts was a clear signal that you and Eddie have been thinking of each other for a few weeks or months now. You sent him a gift without expecting anything back, instead you got a mixtape one that had songs that made you want to jump and dance and cry and take a bus to Hawkins to go kiss the boy but oh well you had stuff to do, and no money left to spend.

Uptown Girl made you laugh hard because it made sense for him to add it to the mix, not because you were rich or anything but looking at the situation you were in, he was becoming someone just to get out of Hawkins and hell, Corroded Coffin was finally getting places, you were happy, too happy to know what to do now, if you called it would be weird, and what if he wasn’t home. Of what if he picked up and you didn’t know what to say to him, that would be embarrassing, but Eddie deserved all the success, he was pure talent along with the boys, Jeff and Gareth and their other band member and you just hoped you could manage to at least see him again, without resentments, without expectations just good vibes and kindness.

That mixtape got replayed over and over again to the point of your roommates having to hide it inside the oven no one used just for you to give them a break. At some point you decided to call Eddie, or at least you’ve tried a couple of times but it always ended with you hanging up before someone would pick up.

A whiney coward that’s what you were. This was all you wanted from the boy and now you were afraid of how strongly you had fallen for him, not wanting to get hurt again.

The hiding spot was weak, you found the tape within the span of hours after you realized what they tried to do. The list of songs had T Rex on it which was no surprise to you, what surprised you was Honey, Honey by ABBA , which unlocked the memory of Eddie telling you about liking them and now you were certain Eddie Munson was low-key an ABBA fan, it always made you beam whenever you listened to it, the butterflies having their own party in your stomach.

Unconsciously Eddie was making you smile, bringing happiness into your life. Damn you loved him.

You whole body hummed at that though, you love Eddie Munson, it was scary but it was way scarier to try and imagine your life without him in it.

✣

When February hit, you had the heads up form your teachers, the magazine was happening, the name you weren’t entirely sure yet, but it started to shape into something good. Jonathan had sent you a few photos he had taken of an art exhibition he and Nancy had gone to in Chicago during the holidays, Robin had more than six reviews on films, and you were working twice as hard to bring this into reality.

Nancy was such a fantastic writer you were actually thinking of paying her just because she was giving you some of the best pieces you’ve read in your whole life; inspiring and eccentric, always speaking from the truth.

When March hit you had the base of the magazine, after much debate between Nancy, Robin and yourself the magazine got named Sonic Fret which was powerful–as Robin pointed out–it was catchy, the articles got placed and edited a couple of times by you, Nancy always attentive to how it looked, she had experience with the school paper so it was easy for her to see how things would look better and attract more attention. It took time, and sleepless nights to try and find the perfect look for it, especially when you had to send each other photos through mail.

But it all came out nicely, you had the first draft in hand one night, still there was something missing, the spot was there, ready to be filled. All you needed now was one last interview to have the perfect first print.

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sapphicsmaximoff · 3 years ago

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ease into it - wanda maximoff

Summary: getting assigned a project with a school ice queen seems like a fun time, right?

a/n: another wanda au cuz i’m bored.

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Xavier Prep had split itself into two categories, or at least the students did. There was the scholarship kids, and then the rich kids. Of course the rich kids made this comparison to seem superior, and it worked in a way.

Surprisingly, there were very few kids there on a scholarship. Enough to count on the hand at least. The rest were filthy rich, well equipped with people to take their important tests, and Ivies ready with spots to fill.

Unfortunately for you, you were not a lucky rich kid. The dean was friends with your aunt, and that’s how you’d gotten the connection to this school back in 9th grade. Now you were working in the tutoring center to help pay for tuition, because your parents couldn’t afford this school, uniforms, and your younger sisters’ activities.

$2300 a month was robbery.

The money was good, and it helped that teachers were very adamant on making sure you got payed. You were glad considering the amount of sessions you were skipped out on, or the way the richer kids would treat you like you were their maid. You recalled that one time Quentin Beck had given you $500 to tell Dr. Banner that he’d come to sessions to get off of his back.

Of course you took it, but you felt weird about it. And of course the richer kids loathed your intelligence because their money made up for that. “Y/LN.” Ms. Palmer calls.

You stood from your seat, walking to the front to her desk. “This was a phenomenal essay, you should submit it to the contest we’re having next weekend.” You smile, taking the paper. “Aren’t you like the main judge? Wouldn’t that be biased?” You laugh, the older woman chuckling. “Yes, but I won’t be the only one, consider it.” You nod, walking back to your desk.

As you walked, your eyes averted slightly to look at Wanda, your crush since 9th grade. You know she probably didn’t remember when you were lab partners, or all the time you held the door, but you did. When you made it back to your seat, you were still staring as she talked to Natasha.

“You’re pathetic.” MJ mutters from beside you, making you jump. Peter snorts, adjusting his uniform tie as he sits up in his chair. “I am not pathetic.” You mumble, focusing on the worksheet you all had just been handed. A hand grasped your shoulder from behind, making you smirk.

“You’re pathetic.” Kate repeats with a smile. She sits back, making you roll your eyes. “It’s never gonna happen, man.” MJ mocks, placing a hand on your other shoulder. “Obviously, plus I think I’m perfectly fine single, and lonely, and...” You pause, making your friends sigh.

“Oh, brother.” Kate mutters. “Ya know what? Fuck you, Kate. That’s why Coach is gonna make you run laps all day while I get to actually practice.” Kate scoffs as your other friends snort.

“Yeah, right. You can barely run half a pole without get winded.” You roll your eyes, sitting back as Ms. Palmer stands at the front of the class. “Attention!” Almost everyone quiets down, and the extra noise easily annoys you.

“I have a project for you all, but since Ms. Maximoff, and Ms. Grey, and Ms. Romanoff are so busy in conversation…” Natasha looks up from her phone, silencing herself as Wanda and Jean look up at the teacher.

“Ok! Well, I have a project for you all. I want for you to write-“ The class groans, making the teacher chuckle. “I want you to write a play. Based off of the genre your group leaders pick.” You loved to script write, so this would be easy. “Group leaders are…Y/N.” You smile nervously as a few groans are expressed.

“Pietro.” Pietro turns to his friend beside him with a smirk. “Natasha.” The redhead smirks as the girls beside her smile. “Mr. Walker.” John scoffs. “,and Remy.”

“Thank ya, Ms. Palma, I won’t let ya down.”

“I hope not. So leaders, pick your slips.” She pulls an envelope from her desk, and the four of you stood, grabbing a single slip. “We will be in five groups of 4…” The class seems to buzz with excitement.

“Chosen by yours truly.” Then came the protests. Of course you were disappointed in not working with Peter, MJ, and Kate. You found it unnecessary, it being the protests, considering if you’re paired with anyone other than your friends, you’re doing all the work.

“You can whine all you want, but it’s temporary. Now! Let’s start with…Natasha.” The redhead sent the older redhead a death glare that definitely would’ve killed the older woman in another circumstance. “Natasha, Peter-“

“Oh! Oh! Slow down!” She exclaimed, making Peter frown and flush in embarrassment. “Bucky…” The boy blows her an air kiss. “and Emma.” Emma was already sat behind Natasha, and was whispering in her ear, looking at Peter. They separate with a giggle, and MJ shot a glare towards them.

“Remy, Anna Marie, Gwen, and MJ.” The girl beside you shrugged as Remy looked over at you guys, throwing a thumbs up towards MJ.

“Pietro, you will be with Vision, Quentin, Kitty, and Kate.” Pietro shrugs, and Vision turns around, kissing Wanda’s hand. “Y/N’s group will be Wanda…” The girls around Wanda snort as her jaw drops. Kate scoffs at the reaction, noticing your discomfort.

“Sam, Jean, and Darcy.” She looks over to John.

“John, Lemar…“ The two dap each other up. “Oh, that’s not fair!” Natasha exclaims. “Life isn’t fair. The last three are Bruce, Steve, and Bobby. Everyone disperse!” Some students move around, but you don’t, now quite pissed at Wanda’s reaction.

Wanda and Jean were actively avoiding next to you, loitering around Natasha’s group as they conversed with her and Emma.

You smile slightly when Sam places his hands on your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “Wassup, kid?” He smirks, sitting next to you. “Nothin’ much.” You smile, looking over at Darcy. “Hi, Darcy.” She silently waves.

“So…what’s our topic?” Sam asks. You hadn’t actually looked, but you turned it around. “Romance.”

“Ooooh.” Sam rubs his hands together as you take out your laptop. You had 30 minutes left of class, and Wanda and Jean couldn’t avoid you forever, but apparently you had the plague. “So…I have several unused scripts here we can use, they’re not finished, but I think it makes this easier-“

“Ms. Maximoff, Ms. Grey, I believe your group is…” The woman points to where you were sitting. “Over here.” Ms Palmer smiles as the two girls glare, walking over to your area, they sit, automatically turning on their phones. “Ok…” You chuckle, scrolling through your Google Docs.

“Ok! Um, Heartbreak Hotel, I can easily reformat it.” You nod. Darcy and Sam seem ecstatic and impressed. “Cool, what’s it about?” The girl asks. “Um…a girl rekindles a friendship with a girl who outed her, and they fall in love again, despite the main character actively pursuing someone else.” Sam nods.

“That sounds real good.” He says, making you blush. “Oh…thanks.”

“Can I read it?” You nod, lending him your computer. “Wait! I wanna see.” Darcy rounds your desk, making you giggle as she sits next to Sam. Turning towards Jean and Wanda, anxiety fills your chest as you look to speak to them. “Um…”

“I-I-I need your emails, so I can send this doc to you guys.” The girls stopped speaking to one another, looking at you. “Why?” Jean asks. “Well, since you guys are obviously not planning on working, I think we’ve decided-“

“Dude, this is so good!” Sam exclaims. “So you guys wanna use it?” They nod, and you look over to the other girls. “We’ve decided to use my script to-“

“Okay, whatever. So…do we have to meet outside of this class? Or?…” You resist the urge to scoff at Wanda’s brashness. “Is assume so, to…practice? I did this project in her Honors class last year, so we have to perform on stage, because the classroom is too small…” You trail off, noticing they weren’t even listening anymore.

You look over at Sam and Darcy in disbelief, and they shrug with sympathy.

———

“Is she really a nut job?” Natasha asks as the four girls waltz down the hallway, and outside. “Yeah, she’s so like…jittery all the time, like calm down?” Jean giggles. “I’m not surprised she’s a crazy as she was in 9th grade.” Wanda mutters.

The girls walked along to spacious quad during lunch. Wanda stood on the far left, and she looked over to see you and Peter playing with a soccer ball. He was using his goalie gloves as you kicked it straight to him.

One kick of the ball curved just right, slipping through Peter’s hand, hitting Wanda directly in the back of her head. You gasp, MJ not subtly laughing as she and Gwen sat on a picnic blanket. “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” You ran over to Wanda. “Are-Are you alright?” You went to help her up, but Emma pushes you away.

“Back up, you freak!” You hold your hands up i’m surrender. “I said I was sorry.” You say with your hands up in surrender. “I bet enjoyed that, planned it.” She accuses, making you frown in confusion. “Wh-?”

“You wanted to hurt her, didn’t you?” Jean asks, trapping you in between the two. “No-I…I’m sorry, it was an accident, seriously.” They kept making you back up, until you trip on the ball, falling on your back on the hard concrete. The crows that had built around you had bursted out in giggles as you groaned.

The girls walked off as Peter nervously picked you up. “God, I’m sorry I didn’t catch it, Y/N.”

“It’s okay, Pete. You’re fine.” You walked back to your small picnic, MJ and Gwen eyeing you with worry. “Are you okay?” The blonde asks, making you nod. “That was crazy intense. I though they were going to suck your blood.” MJ mutters.

“They’re saving me for their winter sacrifice.” You joke. It was hard being in love with someone that hung out with people like that. But of course she did because she is like that.

That day, you’d given up on it. If this was the repeated torment you were gonna receive just for being near her, you’d think it best to keep your distance.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff au #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #marvel

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littleredpartydresson · 2 years ago

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freaky friday | eddie munson x reader

summary: it’s summer and you and eddie are bored. nail polish saves the day.

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments, some theoretical violent language (eddie would kick the jocks out of a party), etc.

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You were utterly bored as fuck.

You were laying down on Eddie Munson’s bed, listening to him playing around on his guitar. It was the middle of July in Hawkins, Indiana, and there nothing to do but melt in the heat. You had succumbed to the simplicity of the summer, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going insane with boredom.

You started to look through your bag for a book- for anything to ease your restless mind, as Eddie played the same guitar chord for the third time in the last minute.

The contents of your bag were disappointing to say the least. A rose flavored lip balm, a late pass from the last week of school that was somehow still in there, a crushed up granola bar, your thin wallet……

And suddenly you found your fix. A bag with black and pink nail polish bottles in it, a file, some clippers, and a smattering of sticky gems. Bless past you for putting this completely unnecessary stash in your tote.

You excitedly made your way over to sit next to Eddie against his wall. You had absolute glee written on your face which scared the shit out of him.

“What is it, princess?…”

“Do you wanna do something fun?” you asked, practically exploding with excitement.

“Again? I don’t know what kind of stamina you think I have, doll.” he joked.

“No, Eddie! I’m bored out of my mind, will you let me entertain myself?”

“What is it?” he asked warily.

“Let me paint your nails.”

“Ok”

“Pink”

Your little smile, and the way you were practically bouncing made him realize that if you asked him to cut off his arm for you, he probably would. You were deadly.

“You want my nails pink?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, but yours are getting painted black.”

“I’ll look like you!” you exclaimed, and Eddie found it adorable that the thought of looking anything remotely like him didn’t repulse you, but rather excited you.

“And I’ll look like you! It’ll be like Freaky Friday, but instead of your mom it’s me.” he joked, setting his guitar away.

You giggled your way over to the bag and dumped its contents on Eddie’s floor.

“Alright, you gotta stay still for me though, Eds.”

“I’m not the squirmy one.” he said suggestively.

“Eddie!” You slapped him playfully and took the cap off of your pretty baby pink nail polish.

You slowly painted all ten of his fingers a in the dainty hue, and he only got scolded twice for moving and making you get paint on his skin.

“It’ll wash off,” he told you.

After all ten fingers, you made your final proposal to the man sitting in front of you. As he was blowing on his fingers trying to get them to dry, he heard you whisper something under your breath.

“What was that babe?”

Again you mumbled something unintelligible, prompting a questioning look from Eddie.

“CanIputheartsonyourmiddlefingers?”

Eddie’s confusion quickly transformed into adoration at how fucking cute you were.

“You can do whatever you want sweetheart. Sure, put some hearts on there.”

Another giggle from you, making Eddie’s heart rate pick up like he’d been punched in the face. You were fucking lethal.

He watched as you peeled the hot pink gems off of the plastic they sat on, and arranged them with tweezers in a tiny heart on his left middle finger, then his right with all the precision of a heart surgeon, and all the care of a lover.

As you finished his at home manicure, you beamed up at him, asking softly,

“Do you like it?”

His face held a smile to rival your own.

“Fucking love it. I look sick. Thank you baby.”

And then a kiss on your head, on your nose, your lips, cheeks, neck, anywhere he could get to. Somehow between breathless laughs you managed to say.

“Hey Mr. Pretty in Pink it’s my turn. I better look very fucking metal by the time you’re done.”

“Fine, but I’m not as good as you are. It’s gonna be messy and I can’t do those designs and shit, I’m just warning you.”

“I told you I wanted to look like you. Messy black nails might as well be called the Munson manicure.”

Now it was his turn to let out a loud laugh, and your turn to internally thank the universe for letting you be the person to make him laugh like that.

He painted your nails half as slow, with double the care, and a fraction of the precision that you used on him. By the end, you had black polish all over your cuticles that you now assured him would wash off, and a grin the size of Indiana on your face.

“They look like shit.”, Eddie said with a frown.

“Are you kidding me? I feel so cool right now.”

“Really?”, a small smile growing on his face.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m in Motley Crue or something, like I’m dangerous.”

You stuck your tongue out like you’d seen them do in Kiss videos on MTV, which made Eddie laugh and fall in love with you just a little bit more.

“Are you gonna take it off for Steve’s party on Saturday?” he asked.

“Hell no. This is my one chance to show Robin that I’m cool, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Then,

“Why, are you gonna take off the pink? I get it, it’s a little um... Not metal.”

“Fuck no. Gotta show off my girl’s hard work. Plus, if those basketball assholes try to crash the party, they’re getting two pink hearts to the face and shoved out of Harrington’s house.”

The image of Eddie with pink nail polish and his skull rings pushing the Hawkins Basketball team out of Steve’s house really did it for you. You let out a huge, hearty laugh, leaning into Eddie’s side. He smiled in a way that he knew he never would’ve before you came into his life. You hugged him, face to his neck. What a lovely way to spend the day.

“I love you, thank you for the makeover”, he whispered into your hair.

“I love you. Thanks for letting me have fun.”

“You know you have me wrapped around your finger right?”

“With cute little gems.”

You both smiled.

Your simple summer was going to be paradise.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #rainbow in the dark #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things fic

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taeyamayang · 3 years ago

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THE BOYS AS YOUR BESTFRIEND

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou | Atsumu Miya | Tsukishima Kei | Iwaizumi Hajime

GENRE: fluff! fluff! | crack if you laugh

WARNING: too pure for your heart | oops, also minor cursing

a/n: let's push romantic feelings aside for now and dive into a platonic relationship with the boys! i feel like these boys would have made my high school days so much bareable??

it would have been chaotic x1000 given my chaotic nature when im with people im comfortable with

also, thank you @sparklingsad for suggesting iwa and tsumu in addition to kuroo! i had so much fun writing for those two vskshs im squealing

kuroo, tsumu, tsukki, & iwa

Kuroo Tetsurou

i swear this nerdy boy IS THE REASON WHY IM DOING THIS HC IN THE FIRST PLACE

i think he's the best epitome of a bestfriend

don't fight me on this

you know he's got the balance between being responsible and chaotic at the same time

study groups would be your thing together

though the 'group' only includes the two of you

or sometimes with kenma when he's feeling it

and you have always wondered how is this guy with raven bangs swept over his one eye

IS SO DAMN GOOD IN ACADEMICS??

like that's so unfair???

you literally spend time with him every single day and most of the time he would either be at practice

or tease and play pranks with the people around him for fun

he doesn't seem like the smart guy

no offense kuroo

and yet he would always be included in the top ten during exams

but that's where the perks begins

he's a saint for being patient enough to help you out in terms of school stuff

like this man wouldn't mind going over the same formula or metabolic cycle for you to get the whole idea

amen to you brother

but honestly tho i think what solidifies your relationship with him are the petty pranks, bets, and dares

i mean if yall bored he be like

"i bet you can't lick your elbow using your tongue."

but surprisingly you can??

so that throws him off and be like,

"but that's not anatomically possible?!"

you'd sneer and say between laughs,

"probably because im more anatomically advanced and evolved than you."

sometimes most of the times you two would include kenma in your petty shenanigans

leave the man alone tbh he's too tired of existing to deal with your sh*t

you would bet on who will get a text first from mr. pudding head

but kenma is used to the both of you so he knows it's some kind of prank or petty game

i mean you and kuroo sending him a text at the same time??

i gotta side with our best boy kenma here, that's fishy as fuck hun

so in the end both of yall didn't get a text

but that doesn't stop you two from the next petty dare

Miya Atsumu

bickering!! bickering!! BICKERING!!

mostly because he's dramatic

i hc him as a dramatic boy who needs some lovin'

but like you've spent YEARS with him to see through it

usually the switch automatically flicks on when you side with his twin brother, osamu

he expects you to tell him what he wants to hear like,

agreeing that osamu is an asshole

but of course you think otherwise so you'd tell him

"i think it's a misunderstanding, tsumu."

"you need to chill out i don't think that's what samu meant."

and by instant

his eyebrows would pull together, his lips curled up, and his face wrinkled in hurt

fake hurt

he would point at the door and say,

"im leaving ____! this is over! i don't want to be friends with you AGAIN. why would you hurt me like that? it's my twin we're talking about."

but you'd nonchalantly say

"okay, goodbye tsumu."

HE'D GASP like OUTLOUD and would stomp his feet as he exits the gym

you'd turn your head to suna and say

"one of those days."

and as he replies as he chuckles "your patience amuse me."

see??? you aren't the only one used to his childish acts

nonetheless you find it cute and entertaining lmao

days after you'd hear a knock on your front door and to your surprise you see a blonde boy with a pout on his face

"what are you doing here?" you ask

"i saw you tweet about baking cookies. im here to take my share."

PLEASE, HOW CAN YOU NOT RESIST HIM??

so you laugh as you pull the door wider so you could let him in

"so, are we friends again?" you tease him

your relationship with him is like a rubber band

everytime ons lf you tries to stir away from the other

with just one snap you'd find yourselves standing next to each other again

you both just can't resist each other

Tsukishima Kei

i know i've mentioned this before but

i hc tsukki as the type to befriend someone similar to his personality

unless you're yamaguchi, a boy of a pure soul, otherwise you ain't for the tsukki world

i mean his humor is TOP TIER salty

and his native language is SASS

you have to join him in the craze of dissing someone

and you're able to do that

that's why you are coined as "karasuno's twin version of the miya brothers"

but unlike the miya brothers who fights 24/7

you two are inseparable

you click so much that it's actually terrifying to see you two stroll down the hallway of the school building because of the cold aura you both emit

you wouldn't even be surprised when someone asks you about tsukki's whereabouts

usually it's either kageyama or hinata asking you tho lmao

everyone assumes you are in contact with each other every minute

physically that's not true cos i bet yall both hate clingy humanoids

but the telepathy you share,, mMMM

i feel like since you both spend too much time together there are mannerisms that you both adapt from the other

like you unconsciously learned how to pull your lips into a cynical smile

you know, that famous tsukki smile that would send shivers down everyone's spine

and him cocking his head to the side when he hears someone say a bullshit

EVERYONE NOTICES IT

except for the two of you

or maybe because you don't care at all

but what's interesting about your relationship with him is the fact that you get to see different sides of him

like he would always point at the same cafe a couple of blocks away from the neighborhood

as a way of telling you to hangout with him there

he refuses to eat at a different cafes and would tell you excuses like

"it's nearer."

"im used to this place."

to mask the real reason that he's obsessed with this cafe's strawberry shortcake

YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A STRAWBERRY SHORTCARE LOVER HE IS

it's quite unexpected from someone with an aloof persona

SO ONE DAY YOU POINTED IT OUT

right at the very moment he's enjoying his treat

but he ended up snapping at you

and ironically you find it funny and amusing

you love teasing him because you know he won't take it personally

Iwaizumi Hajime

literally a healthy relationship

LIKE FOR REAL

i feel like he's the type to tell you the truth than sugar coat it for the sake of you not getting hurt

it's nice 'cause it helps you in terms of growth

you like spending time with each other

tho you wouldn't admit it

especially when you're at the gym watching him at practice or cheering on him during games

but honestly the cherry topper is the way you both bicker on oikawa

it's a 2:1 battle

it's unfair, i know

but oikawa boy has a crowd of students screaming his name

so i think that's fair enough

ALSO i think iwa is the type to introduce you to his family

like you've been friends with him since god knows when

so when one of you turns up at the other's frontdoor it became a casual thing??

sometimes you'd find him at your living room with a plate in his hand

and he says

"your parents let me in and i got myself a snack in the fridge by the way."

and you would casually nod and reply

"okay, suit yourself."

LIKE ????

bish i want that wtf??

other times when iwa is with his family his mom would randomly say on a holiday

"you should invite ___ for holiday dinner. it's been a while."

and he be like

"mom, ___ has a family of their own too and it's a holiday dinner."

"what if both families have dinner together?"

not gonna lie your parents became friends bc of the two of you

so he'd text you about the plan of the adults and soon you'll see him with his family at your frontdoor with wrapped food in their hands

after the dinner you and iwa would spend time in your room watching movies

or talking about anything and everything

or other times you'd lay down in silence

and that's enough for the both of you

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this and i hope the same goes for you when reading this;) as usual likes and rbs are very much appreciated and thank you for reading!! ♡

ps: some of you suggested characters so im thinking of doing part 2? what do you think? let me know! also feel free to suggest too :D

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jimmymcgools · 2 years ago

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Hi Jimmy, I'm the person who asked you "How did you become the best writer on the whole damn internet????" earlier, and while I did mean it as a compliment, I genuinely want to know how you became such an amazing writer. School? Work? Reading good books? Just a whole bunch of practice? Something else? Whatever you're doing, it's working!

oh anon, i'm so sorry! i'm happy to answer this seriously. my meme response was partially true -- i do care too much, so this answer might be a little insufferable, but i do really love talking about writing.

(and feel free to stop reading this when you get bored)

i'm still very much working on becoming a better writer myself, so this is more of a "here's the advice i try to follow" answer, if that makes sense.

there's a quote: read like dracula, write like frankenstein. suck all the good shit out of what you read and then stitch it together into your own monster.

if i had to pick, that's the biggest thing that's helped me with my writing. reading stuff i love and paying attention to what i love about it, then trying to replicate that. like maybe it's just a really cool word, or a really vivid adjective.

or did that description of that person really stick in my mind? i'll underline it and try to remember how the author did that. i'll never write anything i love as much as ray bradbury's "She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room", but i can remember the idea of describing someone using a surprising simile.

(and then much later i read tolstoy and he described someone as "as narrow as a dining room clock", i was like oh hey, maybe mr. bradbury was reading like dracula, too)

paul mccartney tells a story about how he was playing/singing like ray charles when he wrote "long and winding road". the song doesn't really sound anything like a ray charles song in the end, but paul aped someone's style and it unlocked things creatively.

when i read over my writing, i can see the jigsaw pieces of inspiration. in my new fic, "There’s a line of dead pixels along the bottom. They’ve been dead for months." is me doing vonnegut. so it goes.

"And did she know his uncle’s company sells golf clubs that use the same titanium as the space shuttles? That’s why they’re worth so much." is something i started trying to do because of jane austen. the fancy phrase is "free indirect speech", but the hope is that you know these are glenn's words, not kim's, even though they're in the narration from kim's POV.

(but the last sentence there is also just a quote from the 1998 classic 'you've got mail'.)

(i really do care too much about all this!!)

i think this frankenstein work is more rewarding than getting bogged down by writing guides on the internet. common writing advice would probably tell mr. bradbury to not use "very" and to drop the adverb from "seen faintly" -- and maybe some people don't like that sentence, but i do. i love it.

imo it’s helpful to learn rules and hear what the popular advice is, but it’s less helpful if that advice makes writing boring and soulless for you. experiment with shit! if your favorite author does something, see how it feels to do it, too!

i also did you a kindness and didn't give bradbury's whole quote before. let's have it now:

She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses but moving also toward a new sun.

fucking hell, ray.

the dracula/frankenstein process can be even bigger though. suck good ideas from wherever you can. visual artists use references, writers can, too! i make fun of myself for how much i research things, but the truth is it makes the writing easier. it's easier to describe a place when you have a visual reference for it.

maybe a photo of a house at dusk with the lights on makes you feel a certain way? i try to channel the feeling into my scene, picking what parts of that image might be creating the mood i'm feeling.

i also read things out loud. i think rhythm is more important in writing than we sometimes give it credit for. things feel good if they flow together well.

and then like you say, i practice. it absolutely helps. i was just as strongly opinionated about things a couple of years ago, but i think i’m a better writer now, and so much of it is just that i’ve... written more. hopefully i’ll be even better two years from now.

and i hope this was a more interesting answer than a screenshot from parks and rec! it was a treat to talk about writing, i really do love it.

#thank you again!!#asks #anon

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Forever

*gif is not mine*

Note - this is for @buckyownsmylife 's 2k celebration and birthday. Congrats and happy birthday! I've never done a breeding kink so it's very new to me but I hope you like it.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You've been in a secret relationship with Steve for two years. What happens when he tells you he wants to be with you forever?

Warnings - 18+ ONLY PLEASE, smut, breeding kink, sir kink, cum play, anal play, d/s relationship, deepthroating, boss/employee relationship, loosely edited.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You watched him carefully, on the edge of your seat to see how he’d react, although you had a pretty good idea of what he’d say.

“Mm,” Steve made a face, scrunching his nose up, “What is this?”

“Why, it’s pumpkin spiced latte!” you gushed, “Starbucks most popular drink,” trying to hold in a giggle to not give away your little scheme of annoying him.

“I--that’s not my drink, doll,” he frowned.

“Yes! I remember, your drink is iced black coffee, no sugar or cream. I’ve been working for you for two years, sir, it'll be pretty hard to forget.”

“Then why did you get--whatever this is?” he put the cup on his desk, too disgusted to even hold it in his hand.

“I thought you’d like to try something new! Be a bit more adventurous!”

It’ll be pretty hard to get your sir to be anything like that. He has always been so uptight and set in his ways, he had a rigid routine, a clean and proper house which was frankly kinda boring looking which is why you refused to live with him. He had asked you so many times. But you always refused. There’s no way you could live in a house that looked like it was taken out of a magazine catalogue. Where you’d be afraid to even eat anything on or near his expensive and spotless furniture. You’d probably murder him in a month or so.

But maybe he can be more open to other possibilities, he was with you, he should adopt maybe a little bit of your personality as you had done his.

“I’ve got all the adventure right here,” he smiled, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, putting his cheek on the softness of your stomach.

“Hm, your next meetings in thirty minutes,” you hummed as you felt his fingers massage your hips, tempted to run your hands through his golden hair but not wanting to mess it up or make him look sloppy for his important meeting.

“Well, princess, I didn’t have my coffee so now my days off to a bad start. How will I sit through a meeting with Tony Stark? It’s impossible to keep up with that man.

“Um...” you bit your lip, “I didn’t really think of that... maybe I’ll go run and get you a new one right now!”

He chuckled, shaking his head at your naiveté, you were too innocent for you own good, even after being with him and doing the most depraved of things for so long.

He leant back in his chair, spreading his legs, “There is a way you can make it up to me and help me clear my mind.”

You blinked for a moment trying to process his words, “Oh,” you let out when you realised what he meant. “I’m, but...”

“What?”

“My implants expired. I need to get a new one, I’ve got an appoint in two days and I don’t want to take a chance...” you trailed off. There was no way you’d make him come in a condom or anywhere that wasn’t inside you either. So sex was off the table.

“Doll, you need to use that brain of yours sometimes, I know you can, you’re so much more than a pretty face,” he taunted you.

His harsh words really shouldn’t make your panties wet, so much so that you could feel slick running down your thigh but they did.

“You act as if you’ve got just the one hole,” he gave you a faux pout, a hand trailing up your thigh, up your skirt and past your stockings, “I can just use your mouth

....or your ass.”

“What? My ass?” you jumped, wanting to get away from him but he firmly held onto your hip.

You were well aware of his unhealthy obsession with your ass. He had ate it and fingered it, made you wear all sorts and colors of butt plugs so many times, sometimes even in the office. But you absolutely refused to take his dick up your ass.

Nope. Never. Absolutely not. No. Nada.

No matter how many times he’d ask for it, you were not taking his nine inch dick up your poor small ass.

“Relax, doll,” he grinned, “Get to work. I don’t have much time,” he motioned to his bulge.

You simply nodded, quickly scrambling to get on your knees. There were many ways to have sex than the good ol' penis in vagina--even if that was your personal favorite. You could just blow him for the next couple of days and ride his face.

It was honestly ridiculous how you literally couldn’t go just two days without his dick.

You were using your hands to pump his throbbing shaft, giving light kitten licks to his tip to rile him up and to maybe get a taste of your favorite creamy goodies.

“No hands,” he commanded.

And you almost whined. He always does this! Ruins your fun by taking away control from you.

“Not fair!” you mumbled, putting your hands behind your back as he held onto your face to properly use it.

“I decide what’s fair and what’s not, princess,” he stated, pushing your head down on him.

Lifting his hips up, cooing when you choked on him, tears streaming down your face and ruining your sweet makeup.

He tutted, brushing them away with his thumb, “Look at me, doll,” he told you and like the subservient secretary that you were, you immediately looked up. “What the fuck do you spend thousands of dollars on Sephora for if you can’t even get waterproof makeup?”

You frowned in confusion because you didn’t he if he was seriously asking or not. Did he expect you to answer? With your mouth full of dick?”

It wasn’t surprising that he knew what you spent money on, he let you spend as much money as you wanted on anything you liked, but he insisted on having a joint account so you both could be transparent with each other.

He shushed you when you tried to speak--to explain that you’ll try a better mascara next time.

“You look so pretty with your face stuffed,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied his load in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, knowing well and good by now that sir didn’tlike it when you let anything go to waste, “Thank you, sir,” you smiled up at him as you popped his dick out of your mouth. “I’ll go clean up.”

“You go do that. And remember to be at my place at seven sharp for dinner.”

“Yes sir,” you answered as you tried to stand on wobbly legs.

💍💍💍

He looked at the ring in the turquoise blue box, so bright and shiny and beautiful, so much like you. A big diamond with smaller ones on the band. He was sure you’ll love it. With the fortune that he had spent on it--you have to.

He just wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.

Or how he should go about asking you.

He couldn’t do it at a public restaurant. Even after all this time your relationship was still very much a secret. If people found out you’d have to stop being his secretary. And he wasn’t sure he could bear going so many hours everyday without you. YOU were his life now. How did he ever even live without you?

“Guess who,” he smiled when he heard your sweet voice, and felt your soft hands over his eyes, closing the box in his hand on instinct.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, removing your hands and jumping up and down in mirth, “Is that Tiffany’s?! Is it for me!”

All the screeching and the screaming made him flinch, he got up from his chair, turning around to see you, “Who else would it be for, doll?”

You squealed again, clapping your hands, you tried to snatch it away from him but he held it away, making you frown. You whined like a petulant child when he held it above his head, too tall for you to get your hands on.

“Sir!” you stomped your foot.“Please give it to me! What is it?” you jumped, hoping to snatch but with Steve being over a foot taller than you, it proved to be difficult.

“Uh... honey, you’ll have to wait a bit...” he had planned on cooking a five course meal for you and asking over candle lights, but you decided to show up over an hour early.

You stopped your ministrations, your lip wobbling, “Why...”

He sighed, his heart breaking at the mere thought of upsetting you, “You just have to, princess. Do you trust me?”

You nodded without a second thought. You most definitely did.

“Then you’ll just have to wait.”

💍💍💍

“Oo sir...,” you moaned, pushing on his wide shoulders when you felt his tip brushing against your pussy lips, “Not on birth control. Remember? Just... um.. just.”

He released your nipple from his mouth with a loud, obscene pop, his elbows on either side of your face as he looked down at you, “Just what, princess?”

“Just... um... well could you just eat my pussy tonight? I was so good in the morning to you!” And you missed having his talented tongue on you. Even though you were pretty sure he made you pass out by eating you out just two days ago.

“Of course I can, princess, you know I love the way your cunt tastes.”

Your cheeks heated up as he moved you onto your stomach, propping your hops up with a pillow.

Shivers running down your spine as he pressed kisses to it with his soft lips, over your butt before biting it and making you gasp.

“Love how I can pull all those sounds out of you,” Steve mused. There was no way in hell he could ever be with anyone who wasn’t you. He looked up at your empty hands, how he should have out a ring on it ages ago. He can’t let you go.

He wanted to do this forever. To be with you forever. What was he even waiting for?

“I want to give you my name,” he blurted.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, meeting your lust blown dark eyes, “Huh?” you asked, not sure that you heard him right.

“Mrs Rogers. It has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”

“Um, yes, maybe,” you immediately pushed your head into your pillow, too shy to even look at his beautiful face.

You had thought about being Mrs Steve Rogers the moment you met him. You loved the idea of being his wife and bride. You liked practicing your signature with his name, write your name along with his whenever you wanted to doodle or pass time. He had caught you more than once but never mentioned it.

Since he didn’t even want to tell others about your relationship, you doubted he’d want that kind of life long commitment.

Which was okay. For now.

It sucked but you were never going to beg him or even ask him to marry you.

“Are you just teasing me? If so... then that’s very cruel.”

You knew he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that but then why would he bring that up out of nowhere?

“You know I never lie, sweetheart,” he said, spreading your cheeks to reveal your glistening cunt and your small hole to him. “In fact I think I should prove it to you. Pump you full of my come tonight and knock you up.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked back at him, stuttering over your words and gaping at him like a goldfish.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Hopefully I can we can conceive tonight itself.”

“I – uh – I don’t wanna be pregnant on my wedding day, I don’t want anyone thinking that it’s a shotgun wedding or that I’m trapping you,” you stammered.

“Then we can get married in a month, or even a week. I can’t wait anymore. I want a family with you, I want the whole world to know that you’re mine.” What better way to do that then to literally make you round with his child?

Before you he hadn’t really given having kids any thought. But now he knew he wanted to have a little you. He imagined having just one kid with you. He wasn’t too keen on sharing you so maybe one would be more than enough.

But he hadn’t thought about this aspect of it. The trying phase. How he'd get to keep you full of his cum till you got pregnant.

And how much more beautiful you’d look when you were round with his child, carrying his seed.

“Uh, okay,” you whispered you couldn’t really think straight, it was all happening so fast, but there was one thing you knew for sure--this was all that you ever wanted. To be married to the love of your life and to have his kids.

“What? You’ll have to speak up, doll.”

“Yes, sir, I want to have a baby with you. I want us to be married. Please make me yours,” your eyes watery as you bore yourself to him.

He smiled, moving up to press a kiss to your temple, “That’s all I needed to hear,” he promised.

Turning you to your back, “Wanna see your face when I come in your pussy, doll.” He told you.

Your face was heating up, with the way he was looking at you--as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, you couldn’t bear to keep facing him but decided to look into his eyes, dig your nails into his biceps as he entered your channel.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, doll, will make me come, ugh,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours once he was completely sheathed in you. He wrapped you up in his strong arms, slowly rocking into you.

“Steve,” you whimpered, “wanna come...”

“I got you, baby,” he hushed you, pecking your lips before being his hand down between your bodies to roll your bud, which had you squeezing him even tighter.

Your entire body quivered as you clenched around his length, gushing all over him. Laying limp in his arms as he started fucking into you.

“You’ll make such an amazing mother... your titts,” he looked down at them, bouncing due to the force of his hips driving into yours. He latched his lips onto a hardened nipple, imagining them fuller and heavier.

“They’ll be even bigger, your hips too...” he whispered against your skin, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave scars.

“Oh... you’d... you’d...” Make good dad too. He had all the qualities it took to be a good father. And where he lacked you flourished.

You sighed, feeling his warm cum fill you up, he stayed inside you, a leg between and under yours as he laid on his side.

Wiggling his hips to make sure his softening cock was as deep as it could be, so his spend would stay inside you. He collected some that leaked out of your joined sexes with his fingers, bringing it up to your mouth, “Don’t let it go to waste, sweetheart.” As you eagerly sucked his fingers clean.

“Hopefully it takes,” he said, drawing random patterns on your stomach.

“Mhm, guess I can cancel my appointment...” you murmured before drifting off to sleep.

💍💍💍

You yawned widely, sitting up and stretching out all your limbs, aching so painfully since Steve was hell bent on keeping you full of his seed, you could still feel it seeping out of you, he made love to you three more times before he finally let you get some shut eye.

Something sparkly caught your eye, you looked in at your hand and the diamond on it. Smiling in awe at just how lucky you were.

“Wonder if it worked,” you said to yourself, rubbing hand over your tummy.

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love.

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon.

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do.

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation.

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches.

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments.

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles.

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?”

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that”

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut”

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are!

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday!

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.)

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck.

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth.

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

Double penetration?

Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats”

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason.

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi!

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life.

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day)

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go.

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you.

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart.

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do!

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you.

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes”

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk”

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words.

You defiantly knew Sakusa first.

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner!

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty)

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you.

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it”

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain)

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves)

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet)

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit.

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming.

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them.

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit.

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless.

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come.

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too)

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that”

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet)

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime”

I would do anything for these two-

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them.

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you.

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all.

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes.

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation!

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year!

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much!

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool.

You make him a unique bento everyday!

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw

The way that both of them are into cockwarming-

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it.

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home.

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum.

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people.

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants.

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see.

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha)

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off.

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they knew what a slut you are”

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important”

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!”

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest? Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway.

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro!

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things.

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections!

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates!

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night!

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants!

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm!

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives.

Nsfw

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life.

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto.

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission.

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :(

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again!

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad”

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!”

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.”

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nationalharryleague · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day.

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback!

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies.

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,�� he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years ago

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Imposter

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Summary: Adrien's mother is kind and sweet and loving. The only problem is that it isn't her at all.

Notes: This is based off on this post by @infinitysgrace and a post athat I can’t find anymore, but was about how Emilie’s eye color could be wrong in the wishmaker flashback because it wasn’t her, it was a sentimonster. I took some liberties with sentimonster lore because I’m not 100% sure about all that, but I think it turned out well.

One of Adrien’s earliest memories is of crying.

He was young, perhaps three or four, and his room was blurry through his tears. When he grew older, he would get used to his father’s insistence that a night light was coddling Adrien, but at the moment, all he knew was the darkness surrounding him. The room was too big and his bed was in the middle of it, the light from the huge windows playing shadows that tricked his eyes. So he started crying, hoping it would call his parent’s attention and that they would come to him.

(When he grew older, he would learn that crying was useless.)

He felt more than saw his mother coming in, leaving the door open in a crack of light. Her arms wrap around him and she hums soothingly, the sound filling up his chest. She’s warm and smells sweet, like her favorite lavender perfume. He sinks into her, tears drying and sobs reducing to whines. He has tired himself out with that and would probably fall asleep even if left alone, but his mother doesn’t leave. She tucks him in and stays as his eyes close.

The last thing he sees are her wide blue eyes.

Both his parents have drastic mood changes, but Adrien would say that his mother is the most prominent example of this. His father is usually just stoic and, if Adrien pushes him enough, gets annoyed with him. At worst, he’ll get angry and rage at Adrien, calmed down only by his mother’s calm words as she diverts his attention so Adrien can get away. His mother, though, always feels like whiplash.

“Why can’t I go with you?” Adrien, aged seven, asks his mother. He’s sitting on her bed as she packs her bag for another trip with his father. He stopped keeping count of them after the fifth.

“You’re too young, baby.” She said and even the pet name didn’t stop the sting from her dismissive tone. “Next time, okay?”

He bits back a ‘you said that last time, too’.

“But I’m already- “

“Adrien.” His mother chides, frowning. Her (disappointed) green eyes held him down. “I said you could stay here with me if you weren't going to be disruptive. Can’t you behave, just this once?”

He swallows back a lump in his throat. “I-I’m sorry, mother.”

But she already turned her back to him and packed the rest of her bag in silence. His mother leaves out her customary goodbye kiss when she leaves for the trip. He isn’t allowed downstairs to see them go and Nathalie insists it isn't a punishment, even though it feels like it. Adrien mopes in his room, not feeling up to enjoy his free day, no tutors or photoshoots, when all he can think about is his mother.

That’s why he’s taken back when she walks in his room.

“Mother?” He gaps, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought you left. Aren’t you going to miss your trip?!”

“I changed my mind, Adrien. Your father and I decided that the trip would be more productive with just him.” She said, eyes warm. Adrien always thought it was beautiful how her eyes could look blue or green, depending on the light.

“But why?” He asked. She had been so excited for the trip!

“To stay with my precious son, of course.” His mother said, taking him into her arms.

All his questions evaporated right then and there.

After their last trip, his parents decided to take a break from traveling. To network, his father informed him, which meant more boring family dinners and stiff ties. His mom always tuts when he complains about it, so he stays silent this time. At least it’s a dinner with Chloé, his best friend, and her family, so he and her are really only required to have dinner and then they can go off and play in the hotel rooms.

“Arnold- “ Mrs. Bourgeois starts during dinner, before being nervously corrected by her husband.

“It’s Adrien, dear.”

“Oh right, Adrien. You grew up really well, you look more like your mother everyday.” Other people say it gushing, followed by a ‘so cute’ and pinches to the cheek. Mrs. Bourgeois says it like it’s a fact she approves of; Chloé even copies the small nod her mother makes. “You have her eyes.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but I don’t think so.” He says as politely as he can, but everyone in the table still throws him confused glances.

“You don’t think you look like your mother?” His father asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adrien shook his head. “No, I just don’t think I have her eyes. Mother’s eyes are blue and green and mine are just green.”

The Bourgeois family looks at him like he grew a second head. His parents, however, become tense all of sudden.

“Emilie, Gabriel, I think your son might be colorblind.” Mrs. Bourgeois says dryly and Adrien waits for his parents to come to his defense. They don’t.

“Maybe. You know how children are.” His mother says, lightly. “I love your hat, Audrey. Is it new?”

The topic changes to Audrey’s new fashion exploits and Adrien and Chloé are finally allowed to go play.

(Nathalie takes him to an eye doctor Mr. Bourgeois recommended the next day. The colorblind tests come back as negative.)

At age eight, Adrien was already used to working on fashion shows for his father’s brand. It didn’t make them easier to go through, however.

It’s a summer one, this time, and his clothes are light and airy and his skin felt itchy and hot in the air conditioned cat walk. Looking at the bright lights around him hurt and the camera felt like it was looking uncomfortably deep into his soul. Was it too obvious that he wanted to run away? The crowd claps everytime he comes and everyone is smiling. Except for his father.

After the show, his father spends the rest of the ride in silence as his mother tries to defuse the heavy tension that permeated the air with small talk and gushing compliments about the clothes and Adrien’s performance. It falls flat as she hardly looks like she’s up for talking, dark shadows under her eyes and skin paler than usual. Whenever Adrien asks her if she’s sick, she denies. As soon as they arrive home, he drags Adrien from the car towards the house, grip strong on his left upper arm.

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of everyone, Adrien?” His father asked calmly, but his hand tightened on his arm.

Adrien couldn’t speak. It felt like it was happening to someone else, his mind weirdly detached from the situation. The only thing stopping him from floating away was the pain in his arm.

“That’s enough, Gabriel.” He heard his mother, voice muffled. It felt like he was underwater in the pool and she was speaking from far away. Her hand, though, he felt acutely as she extricated his father’s hand from his arm. “Adrien, go, please.”

He runs away without second thought, only pausing guiltily at leaving his mother with his irate father when he starts hearing his father’s screaming. Adrien hides under the blankets in his room, heart racing long after the noise stops as he tries to focus his mind into anything else. He startles when he feels a hand touching his blanket cocoon.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby.” He hears his mother’s voice and frantically tears his blanket away.

Adrien relaxes as he looks into her wide blue eyes and comforting smile, trying to leap for a hug. She stops him.

“Let me see your arm first.” She says and he reluctantly takes off his jacket, wincing. The bruise on his arm doesn’t look pretty, so it’s for the best that he doesn’t go out much after fashion shows. “I can’t believe I let you get hurt.”

Her tone is soft and she looks, weirdly enough, genuinely confused as she touches the bruise on his arm and coos in apology as he flinches.

“Father is just stressed.” Adrien parrots back his mother’s usual spiel after his dad does something less than exemplary. “It’s just how she is, it’s okay.”

"It 's not okay.” His mother says right away. “I’m supposed to not let anything hurt you, Adrien.”

She says that with such a passion that he can believe she actually means it. But instead of the elation he expected when he heard it, all he felt was a surge of anger. Because why now? After all those moments when she scolded him for avoiding his father or not looking him in the eye, why now?

“There isn’t anything we can do about it, is there?.” He snaps, echoing her words to him from what felt like yesterday.

She deflated. “I’m sorry. There isn’t.”

His father went away from a trip again and his mother, once again, decided to stay.

Spending time with his mother during father’s trip was great, especially since she was in such a good mood and looking much healthier than she did these days. She lets him have an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert as soon as Nathalie turns her back on them, she spends the whole day playing with him in the garder, she helps with his homework and makes him a snack between classes. They play the piano together, making up different tunes and giggling.

“Don’t I have to practice this?” He asked, pointing to the sheets of the classical song he was supposed to learn.

His mother wrinkled her nose.

“You already work too hard, Adrien, it’s nice to have some fun once in a while.” She said, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She usually didn’t wear it when spending time with him, only when she spent time with father, so it caught his attention. “Besides, nobody has to know.”

They watch a movie he picked that night. His mother rarely did that and when she did, she was very picky about it. Artist stuff, he supposed. This time he got to choose, though, and he picked on based on a manga he liked, Astroboy. His mother seemed excited in the beginning, but her mood quickly subdued as the movie went on.

“Are you not liking it?” He whispered to her and she shook her head.

“I am, baby, don’t worry. Are you?”

“Yeah. It's not really like the manga, but I like it.” He said. “I just think it’s a little unfair, you know. How he doesn’t know he isn’t really the scientist’s son, that he’s just a robot.”

His mother’s arms tighten around him. “I don’t think it’s unfair.”

“Really?” Adrien watched as the images from the screen played on his mother’s blue eyes.

“Really.” She repeated. “Him knowing would be crueler.”

At age ten, Adrien is awakened on a rainy night by his mother shaking him.

It was the night his father was supposed to come back from a trip and he had spent a fun day with his mother, studying and playing (“You need both to be a healthy boy, Adrien!” She grinned at him and he beamed back at her). His mother had looked a little skittish earlier, looking over her shoulder often only to just find Natahalie and fidgeting with the ring on her hand, that she usually wore every time his father was traveling. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong and insisted she hadn’t been sick. Nevertheless, he worried.

“Mother, what’s wrong?” He asked, sleepiness fading away as he noticed how frantic she looked.

“Adrien, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Every moment I’ve been conscious, it’s been on my mind. Can you trust me?” She asked him, stroking his head with the hand that wore her wedding ring, and he nodded. “I need you to pack a small bag and come with me, okay? We’re going on a trip, just you and me.”

“A trip?” It was all he ever wanted, but the look in his mother’s blue eyes made him hesitate. “Is everything okay?”

“No, baby.” She said, kissing the top of his head. “But it will be. Hurry up, I need you to pack while I handle some things. Meet me downstairs in five minutes, okay?”

With anyone else, even his father, he would have asked more questions. This was his beloved mother, though, so he just got up and started to pack his clothes and some of his stuff that he couldn’t do a few days without. He carefully closed his door, running down the stair and to his mother by the door. She looked damp, her outfit changed and an umbrella hanging by her feet along with some bags.

“Adrien?” She asked, turning her green eyes to him. In her left hand, she held her wedding ring.

“Mother? Are you okay?” He asked, noting how much paler and shakier she looked than when he saw her upstairs.

“Yes, of course.” His mother said as she put her wedding ring back on. “Whatever I said to you upstairs, forget it, okay?”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know what I was saying.” She said, eyes staring straight at her ring. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. Go back to bed, baby. Your father is back earlier than expected and he won’t like to see you up so late. ”

He nodded, unwilling to argue, and took his bag back with him to his room. His mother suddenly acting weird and standoffish wasn’t anything new, it was fine. She would go back to being his sweet, kind mother soon enough. He was sure of it.

(She never did.)

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youngcollectedtired · 4 years ago

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Class 1-a x New Student Reader

I wrote this to go along with a quirk I made for myself. I'd already made a quirk for a character who's gonna be paired with Kirishima so this is basically just if I was in MHA. It's still an x reader so enjoy. This story is mainly for fun and practice so I can get to know the class 1-a characters for my newest book. It may or may not turn into an actual book.

I just wanna say if I could draw this would probably be in a comic book. But I cannot draw so here we are. Also I haven't read the manga

Warnings? Mineta being a perv

Pairings? Possibly Sero or Todoroki or Shinso... or literally any of the guys I'm in love and i have a problem

Part 1/?

Quirk? It's complicated but based on the chronic illness called Lupus

You'd heard rumors about how easily Class 1-a attracted trouble. This made you feel better about yourself, but it also made you feel bad. You too had your fair share of trouble run ins. Being sister to the leader of the league villains left you with many watchful eyes in the underground world.

Few heroes knew of your relation and even fewer knew of your quirk. Your mentor, Hawks thought the safest place for you to be was UA. Yes, they'd had a run-in or two with villains, but because of it, they were the most capable to defend and fight with you. And Eraserhead it seemed was a great teacher, maybe he could help you learn to control it.

It was false hope, you knew that. Still, you were excited to meet your new classmates.

"Alright, class we've got a new student. Today's morning lesson will be replaced with you helping her settle in and getting to know her," you could hear Mr. Aizawa's voice from the hallway. He sounded bored and tired almost, but you assumed that was just his nature.

You heard excited chatter and that caused the nerves to worsen.

The principal Mr. Nezu smiled, "Don't worry they’ll like you."

You nodded your head, your fingers pulling at and adjusting your tie. You liked the school uniform, the skirt was shorter than you thought it would be that was an easy fix. Knee-waisted white socks with two red stripes on the top made you feel better.

The door opened and you entered. Aizawa barely glanced at you before nodding to Principle Nezu, "I'm leaving her in your trusted hands." You could hear the door attempting to close behind you which forced you forward. You felt every eye on you.

"This is Y/N L/N," he gestured to you. You'd forgotten your last name was changed, the Tomura sure to drag attention.

You bowed deeply.

"Hello, sorry to barge in your class. Nice to meet you."

You could hear whispers and you unconsciously touched your white horn, one on another side of your head. They were filed down to about two inches, still noticeable in your curly hair. You knew the grey streaks in your hair and in your eyes would cause many questions.

A boy with green hair raised his hand quickly, "What's your quirk?" He asked his eyes sparkling it seemed like.

You bit your lip but before you could answer Mr. Aizawa cleared his throat, "You're all dismissed. I expect her moved in by lunch, you have combat training this afternoon."

A girl with pink hair and yellow horns shook her fist excitedly, "YES! Feels like forever since we've had a lesson like that." Everyone stood up, while Mr. Aizawa slumped into his seat his eyes closing as he rested his head on his desk. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Don't worry, he does that a lot. I'm Uraraka," one of the girls said and you immediately put her name to her face.

"Nice to meet you," you beamed.

"She's so cute! I'm Mina," the girl with pink skin and yellow horns yelled excitedly.

"Hi! Thank you," you bowed slightly, causing her to shake her head wildly, "Don't bother we're all the same here! I'll introduce you to everyone."

On the way to the dorms, you found easy ways to remember everyone. Somehow each name fit a person. Plus you'd recognized a few people from the sports festival. You were thankful none of them asked personal questions, instead they choose to get to know you on the surface.

"Is your hair naturally that color?" "Yes, it changed its color when I was 6." "Do you play any instruments?" "Kind of, but I can paint better!" "Are you a good fighter?" "I'd like to think so but I guess we'll see this afternoon."

You also began to piece together the groups of close friends, the rivals, and even those who shared certain hobbies or hardships.

"You look nice in a skirt," Mineta complimented a smirk on his face, his mouth-watering. You knew his intentions, still glaring at him seemed to do nothing until Bakugo stepped in front of him his hand filling with small puffs of smoke.

"Thanks," you mumbled as you adjusted your skirt attempting to pull it down.

Bakugo let out a gruff, "Whatever," and joined his group of friends' hands tucked in his pocket.

"Sorry about him," Tsu stepped up next to you, "Mineta is our resident pervert. Be careful around him."

You nodded in thanks.

Your room had most of your bigger things moved in, you figured that was Hawks doing. On your bed were a few pictures clipped together with some picture frames, and journals.

The only thing you had to do was hang your clothes up, fix your desk and put your pictures up. The girls all volunteered, the boys cleaning around the dorm to make you feel more at home.

You hid the pictures figuring you'd go through them later tonight. Besides, being pictured next to a number 2 hero would definitely turn some heads.

"Your Japanese is good but it doesn't sound like your first language," Momo began as the girls made their way down to the common room, "What is your first language?"

You chuckled, "You're very observant, my first language was English, then Japanese, and then Russian," you explained.

Cue excited boys and curious girls.

Denki grinned, "Wow how did you learn?!"

Before you could answer, the bell rang the dorm common room almost seemed to shake. You decided it was only because it was your first time hearing it.

"Come on Dunce face, you'll get your answer at lunch," Bakugo grunted the first to make his way towards the doors leading out of the dorms.

No one argued with him food also on their minds and stomachs.

I hope I can fit in well, you thought to yourself grateful for Mina and Uraraka both of them explaining different things to you. Whether or not you knew what they were you were happy all the same.

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The Hybrid (I)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJ’s first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.

Note: Thank you for being patient with me as I slowly write this series. I had this idea a long time ago and I’m not finding motivation to write it but the inspiration comes and go. I smile with every comment that is left on my fics and I’m so grateful for this community. Thank you for letting me pursue my creative writing without judgement. Love you guys! (Also, yes. If you didn’t see my last note, I based YN’s family off of the Gilmore Girls characters. That’s who I picture as them.)

Word Count: 8k

Masterlist Prologue

You wake up to someone falling on your bed next to you with a dramatic sigh. Knowing exactly who it is, you choose to ignore her and try getting back to the dreamless sleep you were peacefully having before you woke up.

That is, until she sighs again.

You flip onto your back and stare up at your ceiling fan that’s quickly spinning above you. “What, Rory?”

“How did it go with Andre and that boy?”

You look at her with one brow raised. “You woke me up to hear about Andre’s love life? That hardly sounds like you. You don’t care about high school drama or hookups.”

“You’re right,” Rory says. “But I thought I would ease you into what I actually need to tell you.”

You turn on right side and look at your sister confused. “What?”

She sighs. “The cafe’s basement flooded last night. Mom needs us there to help her clean up and take inventory on what’s salvageable.”

You turn back on you backside and close your eyes, exhaling a deep sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately not,” Rory says and pats you twice on your covered thigh as she sits up. “Come on. I made you pre-cafe coffee. It’s sitting in the kitchen.”

You throw your sheets off of you and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face. It’s about 8 a.m. At least you were able to get about six hours of sleep.

Last night, it was hard to let your brain rest to fall asleep. You kept tossing and turning, thinking about the blonde Pogue who walked you home. You missed how easy it was to talk to someone who you felt truly knew you. Your banter rolled off your tongue easily and you never had to worry about offending him because you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew what he could take and what he couldn't.

Talking to him brought back childhood memories you had hidden deep in your mind. How JJ would constantly poke you until you ripped into a smile on days that were grey. How you used to steal John B’s bandanas until he was chasing you around his house to get them back. How you would draw a mustache and a unibrow on Pope’s face when he fell asleep by the water.

Those days felt like they were decades ago. So far away, you didn’t know if you’d be able to reach for them again. If it was even possible to get back.

You thought about texting him. Thanks for walking me back. We should all get together soon! You had written out. But then you deleted the whole message, telling yourself it was because you didn’t know if he even had the same number. But deep down, you were just afraid of the rejection.

Its been about three years since the four of you had been together in one place. You don’t know what they’ve been through or if they’ve changed. They for sure as hell don’t know what you’ve been through. You don’t know if they're dynamic has changed. Clearly you and JJ can still joke with each other but what about John B and Pope? You heard about John B’s father disappearing at sea, most people believing he’s dead, but John B holding onto hope that’s he’s alive. You always thought about calling him to reach out and offer your condolences. But for the same reason you didn’t text JJ, you never called. It didn’t feel like your place. They had Kie for that now. A little part of you felt jealous of her, like she had replaced you and any memory of you. She seemed nice, but she wasn’t you.

“Ready?” Rory pops her head in to your room as you slip on a cropped plain white zip up jacket over your cropped black tank.

“As I’ll ever be,” You say and snag the car keys out of her hands. “Don’t even think about it. I’m driving.”

Rory rolls her eyes. “I want to get there safely.”

“And I want to get there quickly.”

“Fine. But we’re taking my car. It actually has doors.”

For your sixteenth birthday, your grandparents gifted both you and Rory your own individual cars and even let you pick them out. Rory chose a black 2020 Honda Civic for it’s safety features and reputation for longevity as if she was planning on handing it down to her future kids. And you picked out a white 2020 Jeep Wrangler with a hard top that pops off along with the doors for a very open and thrilling ride. Everyone but you called it a death trap, but you found it to be the perfect summer car.

You park Rory’s boring Honda Civic in the back of the cafe in a lot used specifically for employees. The cafe is already booming with teens and families, waiting for their morning coffees and fresh pastries. Kids your age are running around behind the counter with sweat dripping down their brow bone to get everyone’s orders out in a timely manner.

In the back of the store, your mom walks up the steps from the basement with two large trash bags and immediately notices the two of you. “Oh good. You’re here. Rory, help the girls behind the counter. The dishwasher’s broken and poor Hailey is hand washing everything. Y/N, come with me downstairs.”

“Why does Rory get the fun job?” You grumble and follow your mom back downstairs after she tosses the two trash bags.

“Because she’s actually nice to the customers.”

“Treat others how you would like to be treated. Isn’t that what everyone always says?” You smirk. You never agreed with the phrase ‘the customer is always right.’ It’s complete bullshit and being the employee shouldn’t mean letting yourself getting verbally abused by a ‘Karen’ on the other side of the counter.

The basement is used for the cafe’s storage, lined with wooden shelves Steve put together that hold to go cups, back up espresso machines, boxes of coffee and food and ingredients, etc. Now all the boxes are dark and sopping, creating puddles on the concrete floor.

“Oh my god. Mom. How did this happen?”

“Jenky water pipe busted in the middle of the night,” Steve walks down the stairs and passes your mom a knowing look. It didn’t surprise you that he was here. He’s the jack of all trades. Owns his own automotive shop, builds a lot of his own furniture, actually cooks a decent meal, and has the same outlook on customer service as you do. He was probably your mom’s first call. “Talked to the plumber. They can’t get here until at least noon.”

“Noon? We’ll be underwater by noon. I might as well turn all my employees into a swim team,” Your mom says.

Steve shakes his head. “I was able to hold the leak until he gets here. You should be fine.”

Steve was the first person that actually helped your mother out when's she moved to the Cut. Six months pregnant, she pushed her car into his automotive shop after it broke down on the side of the road. Their banter was similar to the one you and JJ have. He helped save your mom money by building yours and Rory’s cribs, changing table, and dressers. And ever since, the two of them had been connected by the hip, although they both refuse to admit it. You think the pair are just trying to deny the love they clearly share for each other. And you think the main reason for that is because of the incident four years ago with your mom’s ex boyfriend. No thanks to you.

“Look at you constantly building your resume,” You smirk at him.

Steve scoffs. “It’s more than what you’re doing.”

You roll your eyes. Steve is the closest thing you have to a father. He practically helped raise you with your mom. He’s the one you turn to whenever a fight with your mom goes too far, which isn't too often but it happens. He usually lets you stay at his house for the night to let you cool off. But he’ll never sugar coat his advice when it comes time for him to give it. Even if you don’t ask for it. He knows growing up with Rory has been challenging. She was clearly your mom’s favorite, or at least that’s what you thought. She has a 4.0 GPA with a realistic dream to get into Brown University and study journalism. She played by every rule, never got into trouble, and spent most of her free nights getting ahead of her school work or staying late at the cafe with an open book from the library across the street. She was an absolute angel to everyone else, making you look like her evil twin.

You glare at him before turning to your mom with crossed arms. “What do you want me to do, Mom?”

“Actually honey. Can you go to Heywards and grab more coffee filters and napkins. The water soaked right through the plastic wrapping on our last box.”

You nod, leaving your mom and Steve to clean up the basement themselves. Before heading out, you sneak behind the counter and make yourself a quick coffee to go.

“Where you going?” Rory asks as she reaches behind you to grab a banana for her customer at the register.

“Heywards to grab a couple things for Mom.”

“Oh. Make sure to grab toilet paper while you’re out. I think we’re almost out of it.”

“Got it.”

Heywards is only a short drive from your mom’s cafe. It’s the closest convenient store that isn’t crazy pricey. It’s where your mom gets all her supplies whenever she runs out of things before shipment gets there.

You use to always come here when you were younger with the boys, each of you, even Pope, stealing a small bag of chips or a candy bar here and there. Little did any of you know, Mr. Heyward caught your thieving hands every time but never said anything.

The bell above the door chimes when you walk into the store. You know this place as well as you know the cafe, finding the toilet paper and coffee filter immediately.

When Mr. Heyward looks up from the counter, his smile grows. He can pick you out of a crowd anywhere, but he hasn’t seen you in a long time. Last time he saw you, you had braces and overgrown bushy brows. Now you had bushed hair and shaved legs.

“Hi. Mr. Heyward,” You grin shyly at him. You don’t know how he’s going to react to see you, unsure of what Pope might have told him about you.

“Little Miss Y/L/N? Is that you?” Heyward smiles widely, pulling your own lips into a wider smile. “I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy with school and my mom’s cafe...” Both of those things were a lie. You just avoid the Cut to avoid the Pogues.

“How’s the fam?”

“They’re good,” You say as Heyward hands you your bags. “Mom says hello by the way. I’m actually taking these to her store now.”

“Well, don’t be a stranger. We miss your smiling face around her. Anette, too.” Heyward says, mentioning his wife.

“Tell her I said hi.”

“Of course, darling.”

Heyward and Anette always had a special place in their heart for you and Rory. They’re not one for gossip, but they knew a little bit about what your mom’s been through and have heard plenty of stories about your grandparents. They always thought, despite your mom’s background, that you and your sister were raised impressively. Anette always hoped that one day Pope and Rory would get together. Everyone always wanted their child to be with Rory.

As your about to leave the store, the bell chimes again with another customer. Only it’s not another customer. It’s Pope and John B. They don’t see you at first, and you wonder if maybe you can sneak out without them seeing you. But something about that felt wrong. Especially because Heyward would more than likely mention to them that you were here.

Pope sees you first and stops in his tracks. “Y/N?”

“Hey, guys. Long time no see,” You smile at both of them. You bite down on your lip awkwardly when you meet John B’s stare. You don’t know if you should mention anything about his dad’s disappearance. But what would you say? Sorry? What good would that do?

“How’ve you been?” Pope gives you a small side hug, then John B.

You shrug. “You know, living the dream.”

“How’s life as a Hybrid?” John B smirks.

You roll your eyes playfully and groan. “Oh god. Never call me that again.”

You may be considered a Hybrid by everyone else, but you would never put yourself into that category. You grew up a Pogue, the same way everyone else did around you. The only thing tying you to the Kooks are your grandparents.

“Why?” John B smirks. “I wish I was a Hybrid.”

You smirk back. “Maybe you will be one day. I hear you have a Kook of your own for arm candy.”

You saw a faint hint of blush on John B’s cheek at the mention of his girlfriend but you don’t mention it. “Sarah, yeah. She’s not like the other Kooks.”

“I would hope not. Her brother’s a dick.”

“Yeah,” They laugh.

“We miss you, you know.” John B says. Pope looks at you, trying to read your expression. John B’s not wrong. They do all miss you, especially Pope. He felt like you were the only one who really understood him. Of course his other friends are great, but you actually took the time to try and understand his passions. Like forensic science.

“I miss you guys too. It’s been a while.”

“Well, hey. We’re actually all getting together tonight at my place. Nothing big. Just a bonfire and a couple beers. You should stop by,” John B says.

“Yeah,” Pope says, immediately getting hopeful that you’ll show up.

Your smile falters. The invite makes your heart swell and your lungs contract. It’s an invite you’ve been wanting for three years. And now that you have it, you don’t know what to say. It’d be different if it was just the four of you like old times. But now there’s Kie and Sarah and although you have nothing against them, you’re afraid they won’t accept you. The thought of your boys picking them over you terrifies you.

“Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll try to swing by later.”

Pope smiles wide and looks at his friend to see his reaction. John B grins and nods, almost impressed that you had agreed. But he saw the twitch in your lips when the question was asked.

“Great. I guess we’ll see you later then.”

You nod. “Okay. Bye guys.”

You suck in a deep breath when the fresh air outside of Heyward’s store brushes over you. Your heart thumps wildly with both excitement and nerves when you’re finally able to collect your thoughts. You don’t know what you’ll do tonight, but the possibilities can change your entire summer.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You spent the rest of the day mopping up the cafe’s basement and rearranging the shelves. You smelled of sweat and coffee grounds by the time you were done and dreamt of the shower you would be taking when you got home.

Rory drove you home after the two of you closed up the cafe for the day. Neither of you said much. Rory was exhausted from running around behind the counter and you were too busy thinking about whether you’d go back to the place you used to call your second home.

You took a longer shower than usual, still pondering what your night would be like. Your head was telling you to stay home but your heart pulled you in the direction of the Cut. You yearned to hear about what the future held for Pope, and listen to John B retell stories of when you were kids, and be able to stare into JJ’s bright blue eyes without him noticing.

You changed into a pair of jean shorts and a plain red cropped tank. Rory walks into your room as your brushing out your hair and looks at you as if you lost your mind.

“Are you out of your mind? You can’t wear that,” She says.

You brows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you talking about? I wear shit like this all the time.”

“Not to the Country Club, you don’t.” That’s when it hits you. Today’s been so hectic, you forgot what day it was. “It’s Sunday.”

Sunday dinner at the Country Club is now a weekly commitment forced upon you by your grandparents. Each week, your mom, sister, and you are forced to spend one dinner with your grandma and grandpa. This is basically your mom’s payment back for sending you and Rory to Kook Academy. Only they actually pay for the dinner. It’s usually the longest two hours of your entire week. It’s hard to listen to your grandfather rant about Real Estate and your grandma slyly critique your mother in almost every aspect of her life.

“Shit. I completely forgot,” You say.

“Well, you better change. We’re leaving in about five minutes,” Rory says then plucks a gold necklace from your dresser. “Oh and can I wear this tonight?”

You sigh. “Sure.”

You change into a baby blue wrap around dress and pin your wet hair into a half up half down due. It’s gonna have to work for the limited time you have to get ready. After applying a thin layer of makeup to look the least bit presentable, you meet your mom and sister by the front door.

“Finally,” Your mom says when she sees you.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize it was Sunday.”

“It’s okay, honey. I just don’t think I can handle another late remark from Mom today.” She looks you up and down and grins. “You look great.”

Despite the many fiery fights you and your mom can have, she is also your best friend. It’s kind of like a love hate relationship. Steve says it’s because you’re exactly like your mom - almost like a sixteen year old version of her.

You really hope that isn’t true. You’re not ready to have a kid in two years.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your grandparents are already sitting at a round table in the corner of the country club by the two tall windows that reach up to the ceiling with a view looking out into the golf course. The best seat in the house for the richest a holes on the island.

“Lorelai,” Your grandmother grins, but you can instantly tell it’s sarcastic. “Did you have to walk here?”

You speak up before your mom could. “Sorry Grandma. It’s my fault we’re late.”

Your grandparents are hard on your mom but easier on you and Rory, especially Rory.

“Well, you’re here now,” Your grandpa says. He’s usually the mediator between your mom and grandma. Although he’s usually sucks at it. “Sit. Sit.”

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, JJ shuffles through his many coworkers with his apron in one hand and a piece of fried calamari from Miss Carol’s appetizer in the other.

“JJ -” She scolds and slaps his hand away from going in for a second piece.

“Good evening Miss Carol,” JJ smirks and makes his way to the area between the kitchen and dining room where most of the servers and bust boys hang out. Some of the boys slap him on the back or shove him by the shoulder, chuckling to themselves. “What’s going on boys? Busy crowd?”

“What are you doing here? You never work Sundays,” His friend, Mitch, says.

Luke Maybank was behind on several bills - worse than it’s ever been. They already shut off their electricity and JJ wanted to make sure the water wouldn’t be next.

But JJ shrugs nonchalantly. “Little extra dough can't hurt.”

“Well, you picked a good day,” Raymond walks up to the blonde, rolling his sleeves. “You got Kook Royalty and their Hybrid offsprings in your section.”

“What?” JJ looks through the small square Plexiglas on the swinging door. He knows exactly where to look and immediately sees you sitting with King and Queen Kook, looking absolutely miserable, pushing around your food with your fork.

“Damn, Maybank. Almost broke your neck - you turned so fast.”

“Shut up, Easterling. I was just seeing how crowded we were,” JJ lied. He really just wanted to see if you were here. And now that he sees you are, he’s a little nervous to do his own damn job.

Raymond Easterling chuckles. “Yeah, I know what you were looking at. But don’t get your hopes up. There’s a reason Kooks call that girl the Heart Sucker. Not even the high and powerful JJ Maybank could get a piece of that.”

The guys around JJ and Raymond chuckle and nod in agreement, hearing the stories of how you’d reject every single guy that’s ever asked you out. Sometimes you’d go on a few dates, trying to push yourself out of your comfort zone, but then things would quickly become too much, and you’d get overwhelmed.

JJ didn’t like the way Raymond talked about you or how the others laughed at your expense. His hands clenched into fists, tempted to throw a punch in Ray’s cocky face. The guy’s just being a jerk because he’s one of the guys that got rejected by you, he thought.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” JJ shakes his head and ties his apron around his waist to distract his hands.

“No?” Raymond challenges him. “You think I’m wrong? You think you could pull the infamous Hybrid over there?”

JJ glances back through the window. You’re looking at your grandma with a clearly forced grin. You’re twirling your hair between your fingers, a habit you picked up when you were little to do when you’re bored. JJ would find you doing that in school all the time.

You’re gorgeous, he thought. It’s no wonder that almost every guy on this island has tried to make a pass on you, including JJ himself, but his remarks always come off as playful, afraid of actually telling you how he feels about you. His fantasies about you went further than just getting you between the sheets. He could picture getting married, having children, and growing old together. Years ago, the two of you would talk about your future. Neither one of you cared about money or fancy jobs. All you wanted was to be free - of this island, of each other’s families, of responsibilities placed on you from birth. You hold the same values as JJ, and he’s never met another person like you.

But JJ has a hard exterior. No one other than his best friends know his true heart, and he wasn’t going to let someone like Raymond Easterling find out about his soft spot for you. He would never hear the end of it.

JJ looks at you one last time. You’re talking to Rory, your face in his direction. This time you’re smiling, probably discussing something other than your grandparent’s expectations of you. He’d kill to see that smile every single day.

What’s the worst that could happen? You reject him? Yeah, that might kill JJ inside, but maybe you’d still be his friend, or continue to be acquaintances like you are now. As long as he gets to see you, he’d be okay. There was always the future. But who knows? Maybe you’d say yes? He’ll never know unless he tries. Right?

JJ fakes the same cocky grin that Raymond wears. “I haven’t failed yet.”

The guys around him whistle and shake their heads with smiles.

“All right, Maybank. Let’s make a bet. I’ll give you one hundred dollars to get Y/N Y/L/N in the sack by the fourth of July.”

JJ scoffs. “You like giving away free money?” He ignored his racing heart at the thought of being that intimate with you.

Raymond nods. “Okay. Let’s put your money where your mouth is. Get her to say ‘I love you’ by the end of the season and I’ll raise you an extra hundred and cover all your dishwasher shifts in September.”

JJ raises his brows with surprise. No one offers to take the dishwashing shift. Sometimes the boys are pulled back there when the kitchen is short staffed and it’s easily one of the worst jobs at the Club.

This bet was almost too good of an opportunity to pass up. “Deal.” JJ says.

The boys shake hands on it and the other guys whisper to each other about how intrigued they are to see this play out.

JJ wipes his sweaty palms against his apron and pushes the door open to approach your table, hoping he can hear you over his thudding heart.

“Good evening folks. May I take those empty plates out of your way?”

You look up at the voice you know so well and a smile raises on your lips. JJ meets your eyes and he winks at you, splattering your heart in flutters.

“Please.” Your grandmother pushes her plate away from her, stuffed with filet and red wine.

“JJ,” Your mom grins up at him. Growing up, your mom always had a soft spot for the blonde Pogue. She’s heard the stories about his father, mostly from Steve, who actually grew up with Luke Maybank, his cousin. As a child, he was sent to live with Luke Maybank and his single father. Lets just say, he’s not surprised by the way Luke turned out. “Look at you. You’re all grown up now. Last time I saw you, Y/N was still pushing your head in the sand for stealing her popsicle.”

“Yeah. I quickly learned no one should mess with Y/N and her food,” JJ says.

“Never stopped you though,” You smirk at him.

“Lorelai. Who is this?” Your grandma asks, disregarding the boy himself.

“Mom,” Lorelai gives her mom a warning look. “This is JJ Maybank. He went to school with Y/N and Rory.” Lorelai knew to play it safe with her wording. She didn’t know where you and JJ stood. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him and she knew better than to ask.

“Nice to meet you,” JJ says politely. “I’d shake your hand but mine are kinda full.” He motions to the plates in his hand.

“That’s quite all right.” Your grandma’s smile is so forced, it makes you uncomfortable.

“I won’t hold you up. Has your server been around with the dessert menu?” JJ looks at you. “We have chocolate cake tonight.”

Heat rushes up your neck. Not because of the cake itself but because JJ remembered your favorite dessert. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles. It was safe to save you were a choco-holic. The boys use to make it for you every year for your birthday. It usually came out burnt, none of them ever remembering how to properly make it. But it was all you needed to feel like a very special girl.

“Your favorite,” Rory elbows you.

Your grandma cringes. “Sounds like diabetes on a plate.”

“Mom,” Lorelai scolds.

“What?” She asks, not understanding the concept of a filter.

Now heat rushes to your cheeks for an entire different reason. “He did. We’re not doing dessert tonight. Thank you, though.”

JJ nods but feels disappointed by the way your face flinched at your grandmother’s comment.

“My pleasure,” He says like he was taught to do and excuses himself to drop the plates off in the back before he can say anything else that would probably get him fired.

Your mom looks at your with raised brows. “He’s cute, honey.”

“Lorelai, please. He’s the busboy,” Your grandma says.

“He’s a good kid, Mom.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” You stand up. “I have to use the restroom.”

Rory gives you a knowing grin as you walk away from the table. When you walk into the hallway between the dining area and the front lobby, you immediately feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Sometimes just the presence of your grandparents and their pompous judgements can be suffocating. You do your best to bite your tongue around them, excusing yourself when you feel yourself getting heated.

JJ catches a glimpse of your light blue dress out of the corner of his eye when he rounds the corner to collect the plates off a different table. He looks over his shoulder at Raymond, who’s staring at the blonde watching you, and winks.

“Hey, Y/N,” JJ says, walking up to you.

You look up from your phone and immediately smile. “Hey. I was actually hoping I’d catch you out here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nervously tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry about my grandmother. She can be...”

JJ shakes his head. “Hey. It’s okay. I work for Kooks almost every single day. I’m use to it.”

You sigh. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Don’t apologize for something you can’t control,” JJ says. “Besides, that’s probably the nicest she’s ever been to me.”

You hide your face in your hands. “Stop. You’re making it worse.”

JJ laughs and takes your wrists in his hands, slowly pulling them away from your face. Your eyes shoot up to his, immediately feeling a tingling feeling run through your skin, straight to your heart.

“It’s okay. I promise,” He says softly. His voice is so sincere that you have no other option but to believe him. It almost makes your feel guiltier, wondering how much bullshit he’s been through with ungrateful Kooks that it’s so easy for him to forgive and forget.

“Okay,” Your voice is a whisper, taken off guard by how close he is to you and how he still hasn't let go of your hands.

In that same moment, JJ realizes he’s still holding you and gently removes his hands. He coughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck, where sweat begins to bubble. Why is he so nervous?

“So um...” You say, suddenly feeling nervous too. “You going to John B’s tonight?”

JJ’s eyes shoot up in surprise. How did you know that? “Yeah. I’m heading over there after work.”

“I saw him and Pope at Heywards earlier today and they invited me over. I wasn’t sure if I should come or not.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Because it’s different now, you wanted to say. But you didn’t because you feel like the elephant in the room would only grow. And you didn’t want to admit you were nervous to meet Kie and Sarah outside of school.

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You should definitely come. The boys miss you.”

You pretend like a little piece of your heart didn’t just break when JJ didn’t say ‘we.’

“What time do you get off of work?”

“Around 9ish.”

You nod. “I can pick you up if you’d like and we could go together?”

Your heart races after you suggest it. What if he says no? Why were you feeling this way? This is the same kid you use to make fun of for pouring milk into his bowl before his cereal.

“Yeah. That’d be perfect.”

“Great!” Your phone pings with a text from Rory, telling you that your grandparents are wondering where you are. “Shit. I have to get back. I’ll see you at nine?”

“See you then,” JJ nods and turns back to the kitchen. When his eyes meet Raymond’s, he’s reminded of what he agreed to. Almost surprised how quickly he forgot about it. You were able to take his mind off of anything without even trying. He clears his throat to get rid of the giddy grin he was wearing after talking to you, wanting to look tough and casual in front of his coworker. “Easy.” He says to him. But that felt anything but easy. He could vomit with nerves.

“There’s still plenty of time for you to screw up, Maybank.”

JJ huffs. He’s not wrong.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You drive up to the front of the country club and park in front of the main entrance. It’s 8:57. You’re early and will look eager. So you wait until 9:06 to text him that you’re here.

You changed into a pair of dark washed denim shorts, a yellow cropped tube top, a grey flannel, and navy converse. You changed your outfit about four times before deciding on your first one, not wanting to look too casual or too dressed up.

For the last three years, you wondered when the four of you would get back together as a group. You wondered if it would ever happen. And now that two Kooks are involved, you feel more nervous than excited.

You jump when the passenger seat door opens, lost in the depth of your own head. JJ smiles, not seeing your reaction.”Cool ride,” he says and looks around the interior.

“Thanks,” you say, pulling out into the road.

“I got you something,” JJ says.

You glance at him with furrowed brows. What could he have possibly gotten you since you saw him last? A book mark from the Country Club’s gift shop?

JJ reaches into his backpack and pulls out a plate with clear wrap around it. Your mouth drops when you see the chocolate cake on a plate in his hands, the smell immediately hitting your nose with pure delight.

“You saved me a piece?” You jump in your seat excitedly.

“Had to hide it good too or else Miss Carol would have had my ass handed to me,” JJ jokes and even pulls out two forks. He undoes the wrapping and cuts off a piece. He waits until you hit a stop sign and says, “Open up.”

You look at him and immediately open your mouth. He gently places the fork between your lips and you take the piece of cake off with your teeth. Like a baby.

Your eyes close with pure pleasure. “Oh my god. That’s amazing.”

“Miss Carol does know how to bake a mean cake,” JJ says and takes a bite of his own.

“Another one,” You say, glancing at the cake again. Like you said, choco-holic. “Please.” You say when JJ teases you by holding the fork away from you.

JJ laughs. “I like hearing you beg.”

You slap him in the arm with the back of your hand. “In your dreams, Maybank.”

“You got that right, Y/L/N.”

The two of you finish the cake with only a few bites each. Small but rich in chocolate that leaves you craving more. You were gonna have to meet this Miss Carol woman.

After he puts the plate back in his bag, JJ reaches for the aux cord, but you quickly slap his hand away. “Hey. What do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re seriously gonna make me listen to this the entire way to John B’s?”

You scoff. “I’ll have you know Blink-182 is one of my favorite bands.”

“It’s also soccer moms’ favorite band,” JJ laughs at you.

You turn up the volume, blasting ‘All the Small Things’ and point to your ear. “Sorry. Can’t hear you!”

JJ rolls his eyes but laughs along with you, even bopping his head to the beat. You drive with the windows down, dancing and singing along to a bunch of throwback songs with JJ as if the two of you have been doing this forever.

You pull up to John B’s and park behind his dad’s old van, better known as The Twinkie. When you turn down the music, JJ looks at you with a shake in his head. “Next time, I’m driving.”

“What was wrong with my driving?”

“We’re in the Outer Banks, Sparky, not NASCAR.”

You scoff and follow behind JJ who’s leading the way up John B’s driveway. As you get closer, you smell the smoky scent of a bonfire nearby and eventually hear John B’s laugh mixed in with a female’s. Your smile falters as nerves gather in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks.

“Nothing,” You say, but JJ easily catches your lie and gives you a knowing look. “What if they don’t like me?”

“Who? Pope and John B? I’m pretty sure they like you more than me even after three years -”

“Not them, you idiot,” You shove him playfully by the shoulder as you two let yourselves inside. “Sarah and Kie.”

“Don’t you go to school with them?”

“Yeah, but we don’t talk,” You say quietly, not wanting them to hear you.

“Hm.”

“What?” JJ shrugs. “Nothing. I just didn’t think you cared about what other people thought.”

“I don’t,” You say quickly. “But they're your best friends. It’s different.”

“You don’t need their approval. You technically were here first.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been replaced,” You try to say it as a joke and even throw a smirk in there.

But JJ stops in his track and looks at you seriously. “No one can replace you. Not even if they tried.”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re at a loss for words. It’s not a common occurrence that JJ gets all serious on you. Warmth covers you like a blanket and the longer he holds your stare, the weaker your knees become.

“JJ! Is that you?” John B calls out from the backyard.

“Yeah,” JJ yells back. He opens the fridge in John B’s kitchen. “Want a beer?” He offers to you.

You shake your head. “No thanks.”

For the first time, you take in John B’s home. It looks the same as it did three years ago, only a lot messier. The pull out couch looks like its been used recently with blankets and sheets tossed about on it. Empty beer cans and cigarette butts are thrown messily on the coffee tables and the air smells faintly of old marijuana.

JJ leads you out to the back where four people are gathered around a fire. Three out of the four immediately smile when the two of you approach them, but Kie’s eyes narrow and her head tilts with confusion.

Shit, you think.

“You came!” Pope laughs and hops up from his beach chair and embraces you in a hug.

You laugh, not expecting the embrace, but welcoming it all the same. John B’s next, giving you a quick hug and shaking his head.

“I gotta say, I didn’t think you were going to come,” John B says.

“You can thank me for that later,” JJ says jokingly.

“Actually when I heard JJ was coming, I almost changed my mind and stayed home,” You joke and smirk JJ’s way.

“Just like old times,” Pope says, looking between you and the blonde. The banter felt like the yall never separated in the first place.

“Hey, you know Sarah and Kie, right?” John B points to the girls. Sarah stands up to say hi, and eventually Kie follows her, not wanting to look rude, but stays off to the side, keeping her distance.

“Yeah,” You wave awkwardly.

“Hey!” Sarah says sweetly. “I didn’t realize you guys use to all hang out.”

“Y/N grew up down the street,” JJ explains and sips at his beer.

“You want a drink or something?” Pope asks you, not knowing JJ already did.

“No thank you,” You say again.

“You don’t drink?” Kie asks. It was the first thing she’s said to you.

“Not usually,” You say and hold her stare. You try to get a read on her, but she’s had to get a tell on. You can’t tell if she just doesn’t like you or just doesn’t know you. Either way, it makes you uneasy.

“Here, I’ll go grab you a chair,” Pope says and walks to the side of the house to grab another beat up beach chair.

As the night goes on, you feel the tension in your shoulders loosen and your body feel lighter. Most of the night was spent retelling childhood stories the four of you shared. Sarah would laugh at most of them, occasionally rolling her eyes at her boyfriend from the stupid shit he would do, although it sounds like he’s no different to you now.

You talked about the time you and JJ stole a golf cart for a joy ride on Figure Eight, or when you and John B pranked Pope by putting a dead fish in his locker, or how you and John B learned how to play guitar from youtube tutorials.

Midnight came around quickly and exhaustion was slowly taking over your body. It’s been a long day between the cafe flooding, dinner with your grandparents, and now this.

JJ was the first to notice you slowly fading.

“You okay?” He asks you quietly as everyone else is caught up in conversation.

“Yeah,” You say, lazily grinning at him.

“We can leave if you want,” He says.

“You’re not staying?” You ask. It sounded like everyone was planning to spend the night here. And as much as you wanted to, you just didn’t feel comfortable enough yet.

JJ shrugs. “My dad’s out of town tonight. It’ll be nice to have the house to myself.” Before you can say anything, he stands and brushes his hands against his pants. “All right, losers. We’re out of here.”

“Aw, you’re leaving?” Sarah pouts.

“Yeah, I’m beat and Y/N’s my ride home,” JJ says.

You were glad he didn’t call you out for being tired. You didn’t want to look lame in front of everybody, especially Kie.

“Thanks for having me,” You say to everyone. It might have been John B’s house, but it was everyone’s night you intruded on.

John B stands up to hug you. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

You nod. “I won’t. I promise.”

Pope hugs you next. “Text me when you get back safe.”

“I will.”

“Bye!” Sarah waves and Kie exhales a ring of smoke from her blunt.

You wave at them before following JJ back to your car.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” JJ says. You didn’t realize you both walked to the driver’s side.

“What? No.”

JJ nods and holds his hands out for your keys. “I’m not dying tonight.”

“You’ve been drinking and smoking all night,” You say. You didn’t think JJ was drunk or even that high, but you were not going to let a teenager with an ounce of alcohol in his system get behind the wheel. “Next time. For now, hold on to the cupholder.”

JJ sighs dramatically and goes to the other side of the car and hops in the passenger seat.

This time you keep the music quiet, listening to the hum of the radio instead of your phone.

“Take a left,” JJ says.

“JJ, I know where you live. And it’s not left.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

You snicker. “Not in the slightest.”

JJ rolls his eyes. “Just take the left.”

You hold your hands up in surrender and take the left turn. He directs you for a couple more miles until he has you park in front of a 24 hour diner.

“What are we doing here?” You ask.

“I’m in the mood for a milkshake.”

“We just had cake!” You say.

“Come on, Sparky. Show me what that mouth can do,” JJ smirks.

You go to hit him again but he takes off running to the front entrance and pulls the door open. You chase after him, almost running into his back at the front host stand where JJ safely smirks at you in triumph.

“Two please,” He says to the hostess.

The old cranky woman leads you to a booth off to the side next to a window without a word.

A couple minutes later, a waitress walks by and asks if you’re ready to order.

“Yes. One chocolate milkshake and one black and white milkshake,” JJ orders for both of you, already knowing what flavor you’d want.

“And fries, please.” You say. The waitress nods, takes your menus, and walks off. JJ raises his brow at the extra order. “What?” You shrug. “Just showing you what my mouth can do.”

JJ scoffs. “What a tease.”

You playfully kick his shin under the table.

“Did you have fun tonight?” JJ asks.

“Yeah,” You answer. “Felt like old times. The girls are nice too.”

You were about to only mention Sarah, but you didn’t want to cause any issues with Kie. Not yet at least. Maybe she just needed time to warm up to you.

“See? I told you they wouldn’t bite.”

A couple minutes later, the waitress comes back with your milkshakes and fries.

“How’s John B doing? You know, with the whole Big John thing?” You ask delicately, unsure of how JJ would react to you pestering about John B’s business. “I didn’t want to ask and bring the mood down,” You explain yourself although you don’t need to.

JJ shrugs. “He’s in denial I think. Won’t sign a death certificate until he sees a body. He could be worse, though.”

“Yeah,” You say softly. You don’t know what you would do if you were in that situation. In a way you felt lucky that you never knew your dad at all. It would be harder to lose him, knowing who he was.

You take a fry and dip it into your milkshake before taking a bite. This makes JJ freeze and look at you like you have two heads.

“What?” You say with your mouth full.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” You say and give him a look to do it.

JJ reluctantly picks up the fry and dunks it into his milkshake. He looks at the fry questioningly before popping it into his mouth. Somehow the sweetness of the milkshake and the saltiness of the french fry complement each other beautifully and his widen in pleasant surprise.

“Oh wow,” JJ says.

“Told you,” You smirk.

You spend the next hour catching up, trying to fit the last three years into an hour. JJ does most of the talking because you want to know more about what John B, Pope, and JJ have been up to. Your life was so boring and depressing, you didn’t want to bore JJ with the details.

You drive JJ home and talk for a few minutes more when you park. He seems to be procrastinating getting out of the car, but you don’t mind. You could talk to him all night, suddenly not feeling tired anymore.

“All right. I’ll let you get home before the sun rises,” He says and opens the door. He pauses when his feet hit the ground and he looks back at you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have to work at the shop, why?”

“Well, there’s a storm coming in. John B and I might go out to surf the surge before it hits. You still surf?”

You scoff. “Do I still surf?”

JJ holds his hands up in surrender. “Just checking. You think you can handle the surge?”

“Let’s not forget who the better surfer is, JJ.”

“I didn’t. It’s still me.”

“You wish.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Now you have a point to prove. You have to show JJ that you’re still the better surfer.

“I'll see you tomorrow,” You agree.

“Great, it’s a date.” He winks and shuts the door before you can tell him otherwise.

You giggle to yourself as JJ walks up the front yard and stay there until he you see he gets in safely.

You pull out of the driveway, wishing he had asked you out on a real date. One that didn’t involve John B.

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