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[theother-victoria]

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Could you do kook boys x reader (reader dating rafe but best friends with all 3) pls🥰

Absolutely! I made it a headcanon I hope that’s okay! Enjoy lovely!

// Dating Rafe and Being Best Friends with Kelce and Topper //

You started out as best friends, you’ve known them all since middle school, you were ridiculously shy and they were the type of boys who were super loud, always trying to make the shy people speak

You know the type, the idiot boys who are always like “why don’t you talk? You know you can talk, right?”

Yeah, the idiot boys

Well one day you just weren’t having a good day, bad hair day, homework done but not well, and you tripped on your way in the door; you were basically verging on a level five meltdown and god help the people who push you over the edge

A.K.A. Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce Smith

“Hey, Princess-” that’s what they’d been calling you for weeks, it made you seeth and blush at the same time, “saw that fall earlier, it looked kind of nasty. You ok?”

You had rolled your eyes, closing your locker a little louder than you had intended to but you honestly didn’t care, “what do you care, Thornton?”

Their eyes had widened and you would have laughed if you weren’t already fuming, your fingers clamped around your biology textbook- that’s another thing for the list, you despised biology- half a second away from slamming someone’s head into the ground, yours included

“We’re just worried, Prin-”

“Don’t you say it, Cameron. Don’t fucking say it.” You had bit out, stepping towards him, your free hand curled in a fist

Kelce had laughed at that, slapping Rafe on the back, “you fucking heard her man. Little mama finally found her voice. I’m proud.”

Your cheeks had gone hot instantly but you didn’t step down, “not much better, Smith.”

“Yeah, well tough,” he had grabbed your textbook, stacking it on his identical one, “you coming or what?”

That was it, that was all it took for you to be one of them, it all happened super fast to be honest, after that you started sitting with them at lunch- well, they started sitting with you- and hanging out after school, they started closing ranks around you in every class and in the hallway, you were untouchable from that moment

They were pretty hardcore too, always around- not that you minded- and always tensing when other people gave you weird looks, Rafe especially, always ready to swing at someone for simply walking past you wrong, his jaw always tight in the cafeteria and hallway

You would ask them for the first year a lot why they even hung out with you

One night the summer before freshman year of high school you were especially persistent

“I’m serious guys, what’s the deal?” You were at the beach, digging your toes into the sand as you watched the sun set.

Rafe and Kelce were rough housing, rolling around on the surf and howling with laughter, Topper was next to you, handing you a diet coke with his eyebrows furrowed

“What do you mean?”

You had bitten your lip, feeling a little ridiculous, “why are we friends?”

At this point Rafe and Kelce were listening too, their eyes glued to you, “why not?”

“I just said I’m being serious, Top. I mean it, I don’t understand. I’m a nobody and yet all of a sudden you guys are always around, in full force, a fucking brigade. Is this a joke or something? Make the loner girl part of the club and then drop her? Are you guys fucking hazing me? I'm going to go into freshman year thinking everything will be rosy and you guys are going to dump pigs blood on me or some shit.” All of a sudden you were crying, shoving the bottle into the sand and standing, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet

“Woah, woah, woah,” Rafe had stood when you did, clearing the space between you much too quickly, “where’s this coming from, Princess? Did someone say something to you? I swear to god if someone fucking said some-”

“No one said anything, ok? Chill out. It just doesn’t make sense. None of this makes any sense.”

The tears were freely flowing by this point, fuelled by both embarrassment and anger, all of the boys speechless, Topper verging on tears himself as he dug his fingers into the surf, trying to think of anything at all he could say but nothing was coming to mind

It was Kelce who finally spoke first, wrapping his arms- sticky from the ocean and hinted with the dregs of sunscreen from earlier- around your shoulders and squeezing tight, “what’s gotten into you, mamas? You’re spiraling on me. Take a breath, yeah? We’re friends with you because we want to be. Does there need to be more reason than that?”

You had thrown your arms around him, your whole body shaking from the tears, “I’m sorry, Kels. It’s just so much. I’m confused.”

Rafe and Topper had pulled it together by now, circling around you, their hands on your back

“We don’t need a reason to be friends with you, What’s so confusing about being liked. You’re fucking amazing.”

“I’m not kidding, Princess. If someone fucking said something.”

“I know, I know. You’ll kick their ass.”

High school rolls around soon after that and things only get more intense, but in a good way, you’re always busy, weekdays and weekends, day and night, always with one or more of them, doing everything together

They get more popular in high school, Topper joining the football team and Kelce joining the track team, leaving you and Rafe to spend more time together alone, going to their games and track meets together, dressing up in the school colours and cheering like mad, sitting in the front row together

One night, during one of Topper’s games, you’re on the edge of your seat watching the constant back and forth of the game, tapping your foot and fingers relentlessly, your eyes glued to the field, and all of a sudden you feel someone grab your hand

When you glance down you see a ring- Rafe’s ring- and he rubs his thumb over your wrist, neither of you say anything but that’s the first time you realize you feel something different for the boy, he’s your best friend but he’s also more

All of a sudden you start getting nervous around him, dropping your books and stumbling over your words when he’s around, feeling your heart pick up whenever he sits next to you, especially when Kelce calls shotgun in Topper’s Range Rover and the two of you get shoved into the backseat together

One night in particular you guys drive out of town to go to a drive in movie theatre that Kelce has been raving about and like usual you and Rafe are forced into the back- lately that has been happening more and more- and you zone out, lost in the movie, when you feel a hand on your thigh

Obviously it’s Rafe’s, warm and curled around your leg, and he leans over, his mouth right next to your ear, “come cuddle, Princess.”

You nod at him, not trusting your words, and he wraps his arms around your hips, stretching his legs on the back seat and pulling you onto his lap, his head on your shoulder, his hands now around your stomach, you’re certain he can feel your heart pounding through your back which is pressed against his chest

He smells like oranges and you can’t even pretend to focus on the movie anymore, your attention fully on the way his hands smooth up and down your sides, eventually dipping under your t-shirt and splaying against your ribs

“Rafe-” you have to whisper in order to not catch the attention of Topper and Kelce who are absorbed in the movie- “what are you doing.”

“I like you,” his lips find your jaw, his hands squeezing your ribs, “like a lot. I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

Your breath catches when he says that, tensing on his lap, wondering if he’s being serious or if he’s just playing at something, “don’t play games with me, Rafe. It’s not nice.”

He grabs your jaw, pulling your eyes to meet his serious ones, “haven’t I more than proven that I don’t mess around when it comes to you? I like you, Princess. Fuck, I could say I lo-”

“Don't say it, Rafe. Please. We’re best friends.”

Your heart is pounding, your heart in your throat. You want him to say it, more than anything, but it’ll complicate things in your circle and these boys mean more to you than anything in the world and you don’t want to risk losing Topper and Kelce in the process

“I don’t care, I love you.”

Your whole body lights on fire when he says it, your veins singing to life in the dark backseat as he tightens his hold on you, his eyes searching yours for any indication that you feel the same way

“Rafe, I-”

“Just say you love me back. I’ll let it go but I need to hear you say it once.”

“Of course I love you, Rafe Cameron. You’re an idiot if you think for a second that I don’t.”

He doesn’t waste any time opening the door, pushing you gently out of the car and tossing a quick “we’re going to get popcorn, be back in a few” to Topper and Kelce

He tugs you behind the concession building, pushing you against the brick, his hands on your hips, his blue eyes dark and burning into yours, his eyebrows pulled together, his lips pursed, like he’s trying to figure something out

Meanwhile your heart is pounding so hard you’re pretty sure it’s trying to escape your chest, you feel like you could throw up from all the adrenaline pumping through your veins, every second feels like minutes and by the time a minute passes you feel like you’ve been staring at Rafe for hours, on edge and wanting nothing more than to pull him impossibly closer to you

“Rafe come on what are you-”

Just like that he snaps out of it, pulling you by your hips towards him and planting his mouth against yours, kissing you like a madman, his lips hot and surprisingly soft, his mouth tasting like the candy he had bought at the gas station on the way here, pushing your back against the brick and slipping his hand around the back of your neck, every movement desperate and perfect at the same time

“I thought you were going let it go,” you mumble between kisses, your hands tangled in his hair

“Changed my mind, Princess,” he quips back, his mouth never leaving yours

You head back to the car a few minutes later, quite reluctantly, your heart pounding still but this time from the thought of sharing what you had just done with your other best friends. You obviously can’t keep it a secret- that never works it only makes the rift bigger- but the thought of them distancing themselves is terrifying

You silently slip back into the backseat, your hands shaking and your lips swollen, it’s silent for a few seconds, the air tangibly thick, your stomach rolling once more, until you’re ready to snap

“So, where’s the popcorn, huh?” Topper’s eyes meet yours from the rearview mirror and you almost barf, your eyes starting to water

And then they laugh

They fucking laugh

Like hooting, barking, howling laughter

And you’re beyond confused, your body buzzing, until you finally force a “what?” out of your mouth

“Mamas, you didn’t seriously think he wouldn’t tell us did you?”

“He’s been planning this for like a whole two months you idiot. Surprised you didn’t see it coming actually. It was so fucking obvious.”

“Gee, thanks Top. Love the support.”

“Stop you know you love me.”

Rafe just slides an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him and laughing with Kelce, “had to keep it a secret.”

“So does this mean none of you hate me?”

“Mamas, chill, you could kill a city of people and I still wouldn’t hate you.”

Nothing really changes after Rafe tells you he loves you, you start dating but you’re still as thick as thieves with Kelce and Topper, still hanging out with them as you always had before, going on drives with Topper and helping Kelce study for his English homework

Really the only thing that changes is that you make-out more with Rafe, it’s a notable change too, that boy is dangerous with his mouth, but he’s still your best friend at the end of the day

If anything you’re less nervous now that you’re out of that weird confusing period of time where you didn’t know what you felt

When winter formal rolls around you all still go together as you had planned at the beginning of the year, Kelce spikes the punch- also as planned- and you spend the whole night giggling with them about the most stupid shit

“Has anyone else seen Tommy Galagher’s tie? I think I’m going to seriously barf if I have to keep looking at it.”

You slap Topper’s chest lightly, trying not to laugh at the true statement, “then stop looking at it, Top. You’re an idiot.”

He slings an arm over your shoulder, scoffing lightly, “says the girl looking at it right now like you want to burn it.”

You do laugh this time, tugging on his jacket, “I didn’t say you were wrong, did I?”

“Okay, but has anyone checked out how fine Mrs. Campbell is looking this evening?” Kelce pipes in and all four of you burst into a fit of giggles

You dance with Rafe to all the slow songs, your head on his chest and his arms tight around you, smiling when you hear the occasional “go get her tiger” from Kelce

Eventually you ditch the event, going back to Kelce’s place and changing into casual clothes before heading to the beach for a bonfire, just the four of you despite the fact that all of you- including you- had been invited to numerous after parties

You bring a few beach blankets, spreading them near the dunes and falling into a huge pile of limbs and more giggles, the top half of your body on top of Rafe’s chest, Topper’s head on your lap, Kelce sitting next to you, his hand in yours, pleasantly drunk and pretending like he knows anything at all about palm reading

Topper points at a few stars, spouting out names and stories about them that he definitely made up, causing everyone to laugh again, Rafe’s chest shaking under your cheek, his arms falling around your shoulders as you slowly drift off to the lull of your best friends and your boyfriend

You couldn’t ask for anything better than this

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[charlieswanwhore]

Realization (George Weasley x reader)

hi! this is my first imagine here on tumblr! i am gonna try to write more but here is this one for fun, sorry if its not great!

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It was fourth year when George realized he liked you. He found you in an empty corridor during dinner, everyone had been in the Great Hall except for you. He had gone to go search for you since you had not arrived at your usual spot right next to him. Hearing your faint cries is what brought him to you. He saw you sitting in the window sill with your head in your knees as you were curled up in a ball.

“Y/N?” your head popped up hearing the voice. “Are you alright?”

Before you turned around you made sure to wipe your eyes, take a deep breath, and put on a fake smile. When you turned around to meet George’s eyes though, you could tell you hadn’t fooled him. “Go eat, George. You don’t need to worry,” you tried to reassure him, not wanting your best friend to see you cry.

“No, no, no. I’ll stay. Obviously you’re upset, I don’t want you to be upset,” he said as he took a seat next to you. “So, tell me. What’s got you down?”

You stared at the floor for a bit before confiding in George. With a soft but raspy voice you speak up, “Adrian broke up with me, actually.” Embarrassment caused your cheeks to have a rosy tint and to keep your eye contact with a single tile on the floor.

“You’re kidding! Pucey is a git, always has been, you know that?” He nudged you in the ribs as he said that, trying to get a laugh out of your sad demanour.

You did giggle though, a weak smile found its way to your face. “I do now. Perhaps I should have listened to you and Fred complain about him more,” you broke into another giggle before apologizing, “sorry, Georgie.” It was your turn to nudge him in the ribs. He looked up and straight into your eyes. Seeing your Y/E/C eyes red, puffy, and wet made his heart sink.

“Honestly Y/N, you need to start listening to me, after all I am the smart twin,” His big headed comment cause you two to laugh for a few seconds, it eventually faded into a comfortable silence. Your head falling onto his shoulder startled him before he could relax. He’s never really been this close with a girl before, even you. It was new, but it was nice. He hesitated for a bit before he leaned his head onto yours.

The comfortable silence continued on, your sniffles breaking it as your mind wandered back into the break with your first boyfriend once again. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, don’t cry,” he awkwardly put his arm around your shoulder and patted your back to comfort you.

“Merlin, I’m sorry. He was my first boyfriend and even though it didn’t last for too long, this really stinks.” George nodded as he listened to your rant, just wanting you to feel better.

He felt your breathing begin to calm down, as that happened George’s mind began to wander. He was thinking of what he would do better. He wouldn’t ditch you for his friends as much as Pucey did, he wouldn’t flaunt himself to his qudditch teams fan girls like Pucey did, he wouldn’t let his friends mock you like Pucey did, and most importantly, he would never hurt you, ever. He would never break up with you, if you were his. George’s eyes widened as he made the realization. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he remembered he’s holding his best friend in his arms, he was thinking about her in a different way before. He had feelings for you.

His concern was interrupted when you stood up and offered your hand, “let’s go eat, I am sure Fred and Lee are wondering where we are.” He took your soft hand nervously. Walking down the corridors with you by his side made him realize that Fred is going to know because, honestly, Fred always knows.

It was during the Qudditch World Cup when you realized you had fancied George. Going to the Qudditch World Cup seemed like the best way to celebrate the end of the O.W.L. exams for you George, and Fred, even if some didn’t do as well as others. You hadn’t been too big on qudditch, you knew a bit only because your best friends were beaters for the Gryffindor team, but nothing outside of Hogwarts really sparked your interest. The entire Weasley family were appalled when they found out you weren’t very aware of any of the Qudditch teams that weren’t the four at school, especially when you had only heard of the Irish teamplaying, but only because the twins had wrapped you up head to toe in white and green to cheer on the team. So when it came down to the actual Ireland vs Bulgaria game, you had gotten a very extensive run down from George and Fred both. You cheered when they did, loving how intense they were getting. You saw just how passionate they became as the game was getting tough, it was a mixture of yelling out of anger, jumping from excitement, and a few tears of frustration.

Ron leaned in next to you and whispered, “you should cheer for Bulgaria next time they score, see how they react,” you smirked at the younger Weasley boy and nodded, his face complete with a devilish grin before turning his attention back to Victor Krum, who he so adored, apparently. After waiting for Ron’s cue, you and Ron went wild with cheering for the Bulgarian team, making Fred and George’s heads turn rapidly, fire in their eyes.

“Y/N! You traitor!” Fred yelled as you began to laugh hard with Ron. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the game. You weren’t off the hook with George, though.

George furrowed his eyebrows and made himself look shocked as well as disappointed, joking of course. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you a bit, “How could you?! Y/N, I don’t even know if I can even look at you anymore,” he said before turning away. This made you want to beg for his forgiveness, even if he wasn’t truly angry. You teased him in many different ways to get his attention, the only thing really grabbing his attention being when you jumped on his back and tried to hug him while begging for forgiveness. He played along in a flirting manner, making you blush more than ever. Eventually he put you down. After he put you down, he turned to look at you and said as if he was an upset parent, “Trying to get my forgiveness, eh? Not so easy, is it?” he tilts his head and stifles a laugh when you nod. “Well, I suppose I could make an exception for you, since you’re so cute,” he smiled at you in a way that was sweet and adoring, he then poked your nose before turning his attention back to the game as Ireland had gotten another point.

You stood there, red faced and shocked. Cute? Did George Weasley just call you cute? No, he didn’t mean it that way, right? George Weasley doesn’t call anyone cute. You stared back at the field trying to get your mind off of the words the boy next to you had just spoken, but the grass was all you could stare at as all things George Weasley ruffled through your brain. Why did him spinning you around on his back give you butterflies? Why did your cheeks burn that hot when he looked down at you trying to look angry? Why did him calling you cute make you swoon?

“Alright there, love? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” George leaned into your prepheral vision. Love. Is he trying to mess with you? Can he read minds?

“Never better! Just thinking, I guess,” you smiled back at him.

“What about? There’s a bloody brilliant game going on! What’s more exciting?” he nudged your ribs as he does all the time.

You, you wanted to say. All you did was shrug and tell him, “Thinking about how I would beat your ass in a game of Qudditch,” you smirked up at him, trying to avoid the truth.

“Oh, really? Someone with no broom experience past basic lessons versus a star beater? I’d love to see it,” he shakes his head then wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer before pointing out things happening on the field.

As much as you’d love to listen to your best friend ramble about something he’s so excited about, something else flooded your mind and wouldn’t leave. The arm around your shoulders that made you feel warm solidified your thoughts, you liked George Weasley.

It wasn’t until later that year that these feelings would connect like a puzzle piece. Since the summer, yearning gazes and blushed cheeks were a common thing between you and George. Even though you both felt the same way, nothing had progressed since the night you realized your feelings for the red headed boy. You wanted more than anything to tell him how you feel but there was a dark cloud overshadowing that idea, the cloud being the possibility of rejection. You felt that if he liked you, you would have known by now, especially with his blabber mouth of a twin constantly spilling his secrets. Swallowing these feelings was hard, especially as the Yule Ball was coming up. You wanted desperately for him to ask you. You were sure he would moments after Fred asked Angelina, but he never did.

“Are you excited for the Yule Ball, Y/N?” George asked, trying to pry out of her that she is in need of a date, maybe asking him. Unfortunately for George, that wasn’t what happened.

“Actually I am! I was actually asked just this morning just after Potions!” you beamed, but also wanting to see how he reacted.

George was shocked, not because he didn’t think you were capable of getting a date, but he kind of assumed you were going in a group with him, Lee, Angelina, and Fred. “Who on Earth asked you?” his tone was quite rude to your ear. His tone truly offended you, despite that you wanted him to be angry.

“Timothy,” you bit, “he’s on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, he’s very sweet and actually seems very interested in me. Why are you so surprised anyway? Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to get a date?”

“No… it’s not tha-“ George started but the first word was enough to set you off.

“I know, what a weird thing for someone to take interest in me, right?” you said before turning into the other direction. George didn’t know what to say, he just watched you stomp in the opposite direction of your next class.

He knew he had messed up. He knew he broke his own promise to never hurt you from two years ago.

—

He watched you walk down the stairs arm in arm with the Timothy you had mentioned. George made a note to be a little less kind on the pitch next time Gryffindor played Ravenclaw. You looked beautiful, you were draped in a long lavender dress with many layers to it, it is something that he never thought you would have picked out, but he loved it anyway, you looked gorgeous.

Throughout the night, he would see you dancing and laughing, his heart felt a pinch as he became more and more jealous of this Timothy boy. His gaze rarely left you while he sat with Lee. His gaze became more intense as you left the circle of dancing people with Timothy, who seemed to have pulled you aside to talk. George watched your smile fade, the light leave your eyes, and your posture go down as Timothy kept speaking. Timothy had returned to the crowd and left you on the side looking upset. It wasn’t until you jogged past the door near to George that George got up to see what was wrong.

George had a feeling of deja vu as he tried to find you in the corridors, only to hear a light whimper coming from an abandoned area. “Y/N?” again, you sniffled, wiped your tears and turned to him, just as you had done when Adrian Pucey broke your heart.

“What do you want, George?” you were angry at both boys right now, but honestly, your anger with George faded.

“I saw that you were upset, I wanted to see what was going on,” he sat down next to you, leaving a little space, being aware that you weren’t exactly on amazing terms right now.

“Do you actually care or are you here to gloat because my date didn’t turn out the way I wanted?” you snapped.

“Y/N, I truly care, I hate seeing you upset. As for the other thing, I didn’t mean it in that way, please believe me, I just didn’t expect you to get a date, I thought we… erm… as a group were going!” George stuttered.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were being a git about someone being actually interested in me, I wasn’t fair to you,” you put your head on his shoulder, the situation feeling familiar.

“It’s alright. Now, why don’t you tell me what happened?” George wrapped his arm around you, only this time it landed on your hips. This caused you to blush, it was different, but nice.

“Timothy only asked me to the ball to make his ex-girlfriend jealous, I guess it worked, he totally blew me off,” you laughed at the dumb situation.

“What an absolute git, you do not deserve to have your Yule Ball ruined by some boy,” he sounded sincere.

“Maybe I should swear off Quidditch players, this is the fourth one to dump me in a bad way,” you joked not even think about how the boy you like it a literal Quidditch player.

“Well, as a Quidditch player, I know I wouldn’t dump you or break you heart, ever,” his eyes widened after saying that. The cat was out of the bag with that one. He was scared for your reaction.

“Thank you, George,” you looked up at him and smiled, wiping your eyes again, careful not to mess up your makeup. You were sure he was just being friendly, he was being George.

“No, I mean it. I wanted to give you the best time at Yule Ball, I would never break you heart either,” his hands were now on your cheek. “I know I haven’t been the best at showing it recently, but I really care for you Y/N, a lot.”

“I care about you too, George. A lot,” you smiled back at him.

George broke away from you before standing up ajd offering you a hand, “may I have this dance, Y/N?” he asked in a dramatic gesture, making you giggle. You took his hand. You could faintly hearing a slower song playing from the ball. He took your right hand and put his other hand on your waist before you put your other hand on his shoulder. The combination of the faint music and starry night showing through the corridor windows made for a dream setting as they slowly danced, your head laying on George’s chest.

This went on for a few slower songs, during the third song, you removed your head from George’s chest before looking up at him, you softly smiled, looking straight into his eyes that had shifted from being closed to your eyes. The minute that you stared into his eyes felt like hours, you could honestly stare into his eyes for hours. After a bit, your eyes slowly dropped down to his lips, moving back and forth between them and his eyes before you slowly moved up to kiss his lips.

His chapped lips were warm against yours. They moved together in a slow, sweet motion, moving with the song playing in the background. It was at the end of the song when you two pulled apart and blushed. Your head went back to his chest, your grip on his hand tightened, cueing him to pull you closer to him.

It was a silent moment before an upbeat song began playing and a loud cheer from the young wizards boomed. Breaking apart from the dancing position, you both chuckled, not quite sure what to say to each other after the kiss. George cleared his throat before speaking again, “since I couldn’t take you to the full Yule Ball as a date, would you fancy going on one with me tomorrow?” He licked his lips as he nervously awaited your

“Only if you and I go dance for the rest of the night, help make up for missed time,” you looked at him with a flirty smile and eyes to match.

“That can be arranged,” he grinned before taking your hand and running towards the crowd once again. Suddenly you stopped in your tracks, almost stumbling over your dress and George his dress robes. George looked at you confused before you pulled on his hand to bring him close so you can kiss him again. It was quicker than the first kiss but was more cheeky. After you pulled apart, you noticed his dumbstruck facial expression that made your heart flutter. You then began running again with his hand still in yours, George being shocked at the sudden pull to the dance floor.

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IV; BLUE BAYOU SERIES

Oh that boy of mine, by my side. The silver moon and the evening tide.

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Pairing: TFAWS!Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam and y/n build furniture and decorate his home now that y/n has moved in.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; oral (male receiving), face-fucking, Daddy kink, spanking, LOTS of dirty talk, basically plot at the beggining section and PORN at the end.

Word Count: 4553

Author’s Notes: This just proves that 1) Sam and Bucky are the bestest of friends, 2) Bucky has got someone on the brain, and 3) I am a whore for Daddy Sam.

Two weeks after their bedroom escapade y/n tugs nervously on the end of her cream-colored cardigan, biting her lip. She’s finally finished getting ready in Sam’s bedroom, having tried on multiple outfits for him to choose between before settling on the pale blue floral print fit and flare dress, cream cardigan, and white strappy wedges. Her curls lay tousled down her back, her face fresh with a light coating of mascara and her favorite coconut flavored Chapstick upon her lips.

Today was very important, well, at least SHE felt it was important. Sam and y/n were going out to lunch to meet Bucky, his best friend and work partner. She’d heard plenty of stories about the ‘white wolf’ as Sam teasingly referred to him, had been briefed on his vibranium arm and to not be worried if he looks like he’s constantly pissed off, it was just his RESTING face.

“You look beautiful.” Sam came up behind her as y/n put her gold hoops in her ears, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the exposed skin at her collarbone. “If Bucky wasn’t such a stickler on meeting at noon, I’d strip you down…do those things with my tongue that drive you WILD…” A moan slips from y/n’s lips, turning around in his grip to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Well maybe if I don’t embarrass myself in front of Bucky, we can do all of that when we get back.” She plants a quick kiss to his lips, moving over to the bed to grab her crossbody brown purse.

“You’re not going to EMBARRASS yourself. Bucky is cool, and he’ll love you.” Well, he was cool NOW. Ever since their mission in New York and the cookout back in Louisiana that Sam invited Bucky to things had been MUCH better. Sam moved to the dresser to grab his wallet and his keys, stepping back over to grab y/n’s hand with his free one.

“I mean it, don’t worry. Besides, I didn’t even particularly LIKE Bucky until a few months ago, you’ve got no need to feel any pressure to impress him.” He plants one more kiss to her lips, tugging her towards the front door to get into his truck.

When they arrived at their favorite diner Bucky was already inside, sitting down at their usual booth in the back corner. He had tossed aside his leather jacket next to him, his eyes scanning over the menu as if he didn’t already know what to order.

The door to the diner chimed as they walked through, Bucky turning around with a smile when he noticed Sam. “You’re a minute LATE.” He announced, holding up his phone to show him the time. Technology was sweet now that he had it at his fingertips. Sam rolled his eyes, walking forward and embracing Bucky in a hug, patting his back as he did so.

“A minute is NOTHING, but I guess I should know better than to keep an old man waiting.” The two laughed together, letting go of the embrace before Sam motions for y/n to move next to him. “Bucky, this is my girlfriend, y/n. Y/N this is Bucky.”

Y/N watches as Bucky sticks out his hand for her to shake, the non-vibranium hand that is. She takes it in her small one, giving it a good motion up and down. “It’s nice to meet you, Sam has told me so much about you.” She chirps, finally taking in his features. His eyes were a DAZZLING blue, his smile wide, and his brows thick. He wore a grey t-shirt that looked a little too tight, showing off his muscular frame through the thin fabric. His vibranium arm, the one that Sam mentioned, was completely exposed but seemed to fit in with the rest of his appearance.

“Likewise, sometimes I have to tell Sam to shut the HELL up so we can actually get some work done.” He teased, letting go of her hand.

Bucky motions for them to sit, sliding back into his side of the booth with Sam and y/n sliding in across from him. As soon as they did a PERKY blonde waitress walked over, flashing a bright smile at all of them before settling her gaze on Bucky. It was clear she thought he was attractive, keeping her eyes on him as she pulled out her pad of paper.

“Hello, my name is MARISSA.” She gushed, tilting forward ever so slightly to expose her chest to Bucky. He paid no attention though, his eyes typing away at his phone.

“Black coffee, short stack of pancakes, side of bacon please.” He slid his menu towards her direction and she quickly jotted it down, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Bucky kept his eyes still on his phone.

“R-right, okay and uh, and what can I get ya’ll?” She finally looks at them and y/n can see a twinge of embarrassment on her face for having been ignored by the chiseled man. 

“I’ll have the breakfast burrito with an extra side of sausage and a coffee with vanilla creamer please.” Sam responds, plopping his menu on top of Bucky’s. Y/N scans the menu once more, turning her attention to the waitress. “I’ll have the Belgian waffle with strawberries please, and a glass of water.”

Marissa finishes jotting down their order, grabbing the menus and then looking once more at Bucky, a slight frown on her face, before walking away. Bucky finishes up whatever he was doing on his phone, setting it upside down on the table and moving his attention back to the pair in front of him.

“So, y/n, I heard you moved from Colorado. How are you liking it here during the summer heat?” Y/n tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, placing her hands in her lap. “It’s been great so far, it’s an interesting little town. PLUS, I have this guy by my side.” She playfully nudges Sam, eliciting a laugh from his lips.

He moves his hand to hers, gripping it under the table. “Sam says you two have a lot of fun together on your missions, do you have a uniform like him?” Bucky laughs, making his nose scrunch up on his face. “No, that’s BIRD-BRAIN’S thing.” He teases. “I’m what they call a super soldier, that makes me SO much cooler than Sam.” Another joke. Y/N seems to think this is a good sign. “But yeah, we do have a lot of fun on our missions. Some are harder than others of course, but we haven’t died so far.”

Marissa comes back with the men’s coffee and y/n’s water, eyes flickering towards Bucky again. He finally acknowledges her presence, eyes finding her nametag against her shirt. “Thank you, Marissa.” He affirmed. She walked away, giddy that Bucky said her name, as both men take a sip from their mugs.

“Well, whatever you do I’m sure it’s very important. Sam sounds lucky to have you.” She quipped. They seemed like a natural pair, their personalities seemed to mesh, ESPECIALLY their sarcasm. 

“Y/N is pretty impressive too; she’s got her PhD in sociology and teaches at Northwood.” Sam adds, a proud smile on his face. Being with her made him look BETTER and FEEL better, and he loved being able to show her and all her accomplishments off. A deep blush creeps over her cheeks at his words, squeezing his hand under the table. 

“Well that IS impressive, congratulations. Sociology seems like an interesting topic to teach. Are you a harsh professor?” Bucky questioned, raising a thick eyebrow in her direction. Y/N shakes her head, she DEFINITELY wasn’t a stickler like some of her colleagues.

“No, not harsh at all. I believe it’s important to get students PASSIONATE about what they learn in order bring awareness and CHANGE. I teach three different courses: Social Inequality, Racism and Inequality, and Toolkit for Activism and Advocacy. We have our required midterm and final, but most of the time is filled with lectures, documentaries, and discussions on the topics we cover.” Her eyes light up with passion as she talks, and it makes Sam’s heart flutter. Even Bucky seems to be enthralled listening to her.

“Well, if I were a student, I’d take one of your classes for SURE.” Their conversation is interrupted briefly by Marissa dropping off their plates, trying to get Bucky to notice her again but with no success. They start to chow down on their food, the sounds of forks and knives moving, and mugs being picked up and put down being the only sounds at their table. Eventually as their stomachs start to fill the silence ends, talking about some of Sam and Bucky’s favorite missions, what y/n’s favorite books were, and even their shared connection to the armed forces.

They finally finish devouring their brunch and Bucky sits back against his booth, arms spreading out over the back of it. Marissa finally drops off their checks, trying ONE last time to get Bucky’s attention but he’s distracted in conversation with Sam about their next meeting with Torres. Sam INSISTS on paying for y/n’s meal along with his own, and y/n decides not to protest this time. She’d get the next one.

Bucky pulls a wad of bills from his wallet, setting down enough to pay for the food and a tip before he stands up, pulling his leather jacket on over his tight grey shirt. They all thank Marissa on their way passed her to move out the door, the familiar chime going off as they step outside into the bright sunshine. Sam turns to face Bucky once more to give him a final hug.

“I’ll see you next week, noon on the DOT.” Bucky mumbles, and Sam can’t help but laugh, stepping back so that y/n can say her goodbye to him as well. Before y/n can decide whether it would be awkward to shake hands again or just nod in his direction, Bucky pulls her into his side for a hug, using his vibranium arm.

“It was great to meet you, y/n. I hope that Sam doesn’t keep you to himself forever, I’d love for us all to go out to a bar or something next time.” Bucky lets go of her side and y/n takes a step back, grabbing Sam’s hand in hers. “It was GREAT to meet you too. And sounds good, first rounds on me when we do.” She agreed.

Bucky turns with a quick wave of his hand, the couple turning in the opposite direction to head to Sam’s truck. The walk is short, and Sam moves instinctively to open y/n’s door before hopping in the driver’s side and starting it up.

“Well that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked, his hand settling to grip her thigh as he drove. 

“No, not at all. He seems like an awesome guy. I’m sure it’s nice to work with someone you’re close with.” Her eyes turn to look up at him, head resting back on her seat. God, she’s so smitten with him and it’s only been two weeks. He checked every box, even checking boxes she didn’t even know NEEDED to be checked.

He squeezes her thigh, teasing her slightly. He cannot WAIT to get home and tear off that short little dress of hers. “Yeah it is nice, although, did you notice how HARD that waitress was trying to get his attention? I mean, usually Bucky is all sorts of flirty but today there was nothing.”

They both laughed, y/n moving her hand to turn the volume up on Sam’s Marvin Gaye CD. She had taken quite a liking to his taste in music since they started seeing each other.

“It was SUPER obvious. I wonder why he didn’t flirt back.”

The past two weeks were a blur, Sam having gone on another mission and y/n finishing up with midterms for her summer classes. In their spare time, y/n INSISTED that Sam needed to make his place more of a HOME. 

When Sam decided to move back to Louisiana, he had managed to buy a small two-bedroom, two-bathroom house a few miles down the road from Sarah’s place. After years in the service and moving back to civilian life, Sam still struggled with really making his place feel like home. Now that y/n was spending the night more often, enjoying the quiet that his house brought over the loud family that lived above her apartment, they felt it was time to UPGRADE.

Last week had been spent picking between paint swatches and painting the different rooms in Sam’s house, stopping frequently for some HOT sex on the hardwood floor. Sam had his bedroom furniture but was still missing living room furniture, kitchen furniture, and décor to tie it all together. At least, that’s how y/n put it.

They had just finished up their shopping adventure at IKEA, Home Goods, and Target, truck bed loaded with STUFF. Probably more stuff than they needed but y/n would make sure to return what they didn’t want.

“You know I’ll have to put together that kitchen table, chairs, AND the coffee table when we get back right? And the couch from Home Goods won’t even be delivered until Sunday.” Y/N smiles, rolling down the window and sticking her hand out, feeling the hot sun and the cool breeze on her skin.

“That’s fine, you can put that all together while I decorate everything.” She was excited, Sam was totally fine with letting her have control of the colors and patterns, really EVERYTHING.

Within a few minutes they had pulled up to the front of the house, Sam opening the bed of the truck so he can start grabbing the items. Y/N grabs a few of the bags, Sam shaking his head at her. “I told you, you don’t need to carry anything in, I got this.” Her brows furrow, setting the bags in her hands down in the empty space of the living room and following Sam back out the door for another load. “I’m COMPLETELY capable of carrying some of these. Besides, I have to catch up to YOUR physicality still.”

Sam laughs, tugging her against his waist and kissing her passionately. “You don’t need to catch up, your body is already HEAVENLY as it is.” He should have used the word SINFUL instead, the things she did to him. He shakes his head to get the thought out of his mind, grabbing the box with the parts to the table and carrying it over his shoulder.

Once they finished unloading the truck Sam got to work putting together the coffee table while y/n emptied the items from the bags, sorting them on the floor for the areas they would go in. She took the different canvas pictures they had picked, holding them against the wall of the living room to decide where she wanted to hang them. Once deciding on the perfect spots, y/n grabbed the step stool, nails, and hammer and got to work. The canvas pictures they chose for the living room were an ombre style of blues that would pop well against the cream-colored wall.

After they were hung, she stood back, closing one eye and then the next to check on their levels. “What do you think?” She asked, turning to Sam for approval. He had made quick work of the coffee table, screwing in the last few spots and jiggling it to check its sturdiness. “The table’s done.” Sam stood up and eyed the paintings, nodding his head. “Those look PERFECT there. I’m going to move on to the kitchen table and chairs while you work in here.” He placed a quick kiss to her cheek before moving into the space of the kitchen, opening the box and laying out all his parts.

With the coffee table done, y/n moved all the items purchased to the far side of the room, giving her plenty of space to roll out the new navy colored rug for the area. She made sure it was flattened properly before dragging over the coffee table, carefully setting it on top. Once she’s finished, she fans the coasters they had purchased on the table before moving to look through the other décor pieces they’d chosen.

Y/N was having so much fun letting her creativity out. It wasn’t long before she was moving all over the rooms, placing a framed picture of his nephews here and another framed picture of him and y/n there. It was all coming together, throw pillows added to the bed with a few others set aside for when the couch would arrive, more picture frames with photos Sam had chosen of family and friends scattered throughout the house. New rugs, shower curtains, and towels in both bathrooms.

While Sam finished up the last chair for the dining set y/n put together a floor lamp for the living room, moving the other side lamp to the bedroom before walking around each space and making sure everything was in its proper place. There were a few items she had chosen for the space that didn’t quite work once she finished including another colorful canvas, a fake potted plant, and some extra throw pillows that she didn’t end up liking for the bedroom. Those were put away in a bag by the door waiting to be returned.

“Babe, what do you think?” She turns her head in Sam’s direction, calling for him to look at what she’s done while he busy was putting the furniture together. Sam brushes off his hands, standing up and walking from room to room inspecting her work. He had to admit, the place looked MUCH better. The best touch was all the framed photos y/n had printed and scattered throughout the house. With the changes she had made it really DID feel like a home.

Sam moved last into the living room where y/n stood, taking in the rest of the décor. “I…” He cleared his throat, hand nervously scratching at the back of his neck. He hadn’t felt this before, this PERMANANCE. The house was the first step, the roots that were grounding him here, and now everything seemed right. Even his old place that he’d been in when Steve and Natasha first visited him hadn’t made him feel like this, feel this HAPPY to be in his space.

“I love it, I can’t thank you enough for all of this.” She can tell he’s holding back tears as he speaks and she shushes him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

“Hey, it’s OKAY. I’m just happy you like it. I know how hard it is to make a place feel like home.” Growing up after her dad passed NOTHING really felt like home. Colorado was the closest she came to that, but it still wasn’t the same feelings she had when she was little and her father was still alive.

Sam wrapped his arms around her waist, bending his head down to nuzzle against her neck. “Of course I like it, I love everything you do. I love…” He trails off, moving his head back up to meet her gaze.

“Baby I…I LOVE you. And I don’t want to be afraid to say it. I want you to know that and I want you to know that this is your space too.” Y/N’s cheeks hurt from how big she was smiling at his words. “I love you TOO. So much Sam.”

He clears his throat, a hand coming up to rest on her cheek. “Which is why I was hoping that maybe you would be interested in getting out of your lease a bit early to…move in with me?” He doesn’t know what the point would be of setting up the house to be a HOME without her in it. He wanted it to be their home, together.

“I-Of course I want to move in. I mean, yes, I will.” She laughs, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands move under her ass, scooping her up in his arms. He was so HAPPY, their lips dancing along each other’s as they continued to kiss, his teeth jutting out to bite down on her bottom lip, eliciting a moan from her.

“How about we make sure that kitchen table is STURDY?” He asks, moving his lips to pepper kisses down her neck. He walks towards the table, y/n still in his arms, setting her ass down on the top he had just built. The table stays still under here weight, her fingers moving down to the hem of his shirt to pull it off. She trails her nails down his chest, marking the skin gently and watching as the marks faded.

“Baby, you always do so much for me, want to make you feel GOOD.” She scoots back against the table, looking at him with lustful eyes. “Strip for me please.” Sam does as he’s told, tugging down his jeans and boxers and kicking them across the floor.

“You always make me feel good.” He responds, licking his lips. He watches her as she slips out of her tiny jean shorts and panties, tugging her coral tank top over her head. She slowly unhooks her bra, tossing it aside, leaving her naked on the table, THEIR table.

“I know, but I want to thank you for how well you treat me, want to show you how much I LOVE you.” It felt good to say it, as she had been wanting to since meeting Bucky two weeks ago. His eyes rake over her body as she moves her back flat against the table, her head moving to hang off the side towards. “Want you to use me, Daddy.” She purred, her voice dripping with desire saying the nickname he LOVED in bed. “Please come fuck my face Daddy.”

Sam groans, his cock twitching and erect against his chest. She was splayed out on the table, head back and ready for him to FUCK. He moves closer to her, stroking his cock until it was inches from her face. “Open your mouth baby.” She does as she’s told opening wide as she feels his cock sliding in inch by inch. Her head is throbbing a bit from hanging upside down, but she didn’t CARE. His sliding inward stops when he hears her gag around him, moving out so just the tip rested on her lips.

“Shh, baby, relax your throat, let Daddy all the way in.” Y/N takes a deep breath, opening her mouth wider for him to push inside, enveloping him with her lips. SLOWLY, continuing to breathe, she feels him bottom out at the back of her throat, a groan of approval leaving his mouth.

He picks up a slow rhythm at first, pulling back so just the tip is in her mouth before shoving his cock all the way in the back of her throat, watching how he looked all the way down her throat. “Fuck baby, that mouth is PHENOMENAL.” Sam picks up his pace again, his balls slapping on her nose as her saliva drips out of her mouth and onto the floor.

“Put your hands on your pussy baby, want you to play with yourself while I USE you.” She moans around his cock, her hand moving down to her core, rubbing her fingers against that perfect bundle of nerves. Sam watches her, slowing his motions slightly. “Fuck yourself on your fingers baby, want you to warm yourself up for Daddy’s cock.”

Her fingers move between her lips, pushing inside the wetness. She adjusts to them before pumping them in and out, continuing to lap at Sam’s cock that is now hanging above her mouth. Sam watches for a few moments, loving the way she’s splayed out for him on their new kitchen table.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, I can hear how wet you are while you’re fucking yourself.” He moves his cock straight down her throat one last time, causing her to cough before he pulls completely out and steps back. “Get up and turn AROUND, put your ass in the air on the edge of the table.”

Y/N rolls her body over, saliva dripping down her face and neck as she did. She turns around, backing up until her ass is high in the air, feet hanging just slightly over the edge. “Yes Daddy.”

Sam moves forward, gripping her ass in his hand before giving the tanned skin a spank, y/n letting out a small whine at the pain. “Look at that pussy, so wet. Do you want my COCK inside you baby?” He teases his cock against her folds, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine.

“Fuck, yes Daddy please, want you to fill me FULL of your cock.” Sam smirks, one hand resting on her back, the other guiding his cock inside of her until he bottoms out. A groan escapes his lips, pulling his cock out of her pussy before slamming back into her again.

He continues to fuck her, a slew of cuss words and thank you leaving her slips. Sam moves one hand up her back, fingers gripping a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back and her face up off the table. “Oh my god.” She cries out, eyes rolling back into her head. He’s pushing in and pulling out of her core, tugging her head back with each thrust.

“That’s it baby, you look so PRETTY on my cock, god I love you so much.” She whines again and he pulls her hair harder with another TUG. “Fucking you stupid huh? Are you becoming stupid on my cock, can’t even speak?” He pulls her head back, lips inches from her ear. “You’re Daddy’s dumb baby, aren’t you?” That familiar feeling inside her chest is building up, her breathing ragged. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your dumb baby, please let me cum. PLEASE.”

He lets go of her hair, letting her body fall back onto the table. “Yes, baby cum for me. Show Daddy HOW much you love him.” Within seconds her orgasm is ripping through her body, walls clenching tight onto his cock and she comes undone. “Yes, thank you Daddy!” He fucks her until her body calms down from her orgasm, pulling out and spanking her ass once more.

“Get down on your knees for me baby, want to cum inside that pretty MOUTH.” Y/N moves down off of the table, getting onto her knees in front of him and opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Sam moves right above her, stroking himself until he comes, coating her mouth and tongue with his stickiness. “Fuck, you can swallow baby.” She shuts her mouth, swallowing down the salty cum before he pulls on her chin, instructing her to get up.

When she does Sam immediately wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “You’re SO sexy. I love YOU.” He proclaims, fingers running through her hair. She curls into him, letting out a breathy laugh. “I love you too.” She looks back at the table then back up at him with a smile on her face.

“Guess the table’s sturdy enough.”

[heavcnslyre]

never leave me again — leo valdez x reader

in which you return from years of being missing, only to find that your boyfriend, leo valdez, has been missing as well.

warnings swearing

notes it’s been a few months since i’ve read the books so i kind of just made this my own. also this took me DAYS to write so pls appreciate it w me

events in this are not all canon

masterlist

the scent of camp half blood was familiar— yet something felt different. it had been years since you had smelt it, and being there again brought upon a feeling you couldn’t quite explain. you listened for the familiar ruffle of the trees and the rippling of the lake, but heard nothing. it was silent; eerily silent. it was the middle of summer, yet the camp was still.

although, you had been away from everything for so long, you didn’t actually know if it was summer or not. truthfully, you didn’t even know exactly what year it was.

you inched towards the entrance of camp nervously. something inside of you was scared that you weren’t even going to be let into the camp— but as you read the ancient greek at the entrance fluently and your foot went through the barrier, you instantly calmed down. the familiar atmosphere of the camp was comforting, even if you could automatically feel how different it was.

making your way to the big house, you gathered that it was still early in the morning as you saw the sun peaking out in the east. it was chilly and the grass was wet and suddenly you realized how tired you were. you wanted nothing more than to collapse into your bunk in cabin 18. your cabin was often lively, as it was common for children of hebe to enjoy parties and be social; but you only had a few siblings and you were one of the oldest. they listened to you if you asked them to quiet down, and the environment of your cabin was soothing. you found yourself longing for it on rough nights, and now that you were back, you debated on just going straight there as if nothing happened.

but, you fought the temptation and knocked on the door to the big house. you found yourself anxious for a moment that no one would be awake, but you heard movement from the inside and the door opened seconds later. you looked down and saw chiron sitting in his wheelchair. he looked the same, as you assumed he would. somehow, he didn’t look surprised to see you.

“(y/n). i thought you’d be here today,” he said, moving himself out of the way. “come in, we can talk.”

you followed him to the main table in the house and took a seat across from him. he settled his hands into his lap and studied you. suddenly aware of how you may have changed, you shifted in your seat awkwardly.

“chiron, can i ask...” you said after a moment. “how long has it been? how long have i been gone?”

“a little over two years.”

you sank down in your seat. “oh.”

“do you want to fill me in on where you’ve been, or should i tell you what happened here first?”

“oh, uh— i guess a lot of its fuzzy,” you started. “i was with hera, and she sent me to do... different quests. time doesn’t really feel real, at this point. i never got a break, i don’t think. she sent me places and i forgot a lot about... my life. and everything.”

“do you remember everything now?”

“i remember all of my life before hera— yeah,” you paused, taking it in. “but i don’t remember a lot of what she had me do, or whatever she said to me when i wasn’t off on a quest. that’s why i didn’t know how much time passed, it feels like it’s been three years and three days at the same time.”

chiron sighed. “i get that. the gods have the powers to do whatever they want to time and your memory— but they rarely use the ability. but hera, after all she’s done...”

“why is she so against demigods? after she switched jason and percy for no reason we thought she was done, why did she need to take me?”

“i guess we’ll never truly know her intentions,” chiron said. “i did assume now is when you would return, though. leo valdez is missing.”

you felt your heart skip a beat. leo. he had been a constant in your mind in the past two years that you had been gone, just like how percy explained that annabeth was all he could remember. you had started dating a few months before you disappeared. suddenly you yearned for his warmth, remembering the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. your heart ached for him for years and now that you’re home— he’s gone.

“how... how long has he been missing?” you asked. chiron frowned.

“a few months. after the war ended, he disappeared, basically into the sky. (y/n)... there’s a good chance he didn’t survive.”

you could almost feel your heart breaking, but you knew that wasn’t the main issue at the moment. you took a deep breath to gather yourself. “how’s everyone else doing?”

“it’s been rough, obviously. the prophecy of the seven was fulfilled, which was hard enough on the campers. and with leo gone... no ones sure how to continue. but, we are at peace with rome and some campers are planning on college in great rome,” chiron said, obviously proud. you smiled gently.

“thats... amazing. is everyone here now? piper, annabeth, percy and jason?”

chiron nodded. “everyone is here. it is early, though. i suggest you head to your cabin for some rest, unless you have anymore questions?”

“honestly, i have hundreds. but... my brain is foggy. i can’t really focus on anything right now so, later. later i’ll bombard you with the questions,” you joked and chiron smiled.

“go, get some rest. breakfast starts in about an hour and a half, but you take all the time you need,” you stood up.

“thank you, chiron. it’s good to be back.”

as soon as you slipped into your cabin, you felt at home. you saw your younger siblings sleeping soundly and that warmed your heart to see. they were safe; they were okay.

your bunk was obviously saved for you. there were organized bags of your stuff laying on top, and the sheets were made neatly. you could tell that no one had slept there since you left. the thought of this was bittersweet; you were happy they waited for you but... you couldn’t imagine how worried they all were for you.

the more you thought about it, the more you realized how many people could have been worried for you.

when percy and jason were switched back, everyone seemed to be at ease. the romans and greeks seemed to be getting along, and things were good... for about an hour.

you were walking around rome with leo. the seven of the prophecy had been decided; leo was one of them, you were not. this wasn’t easy for either of you, as you had recently began dating, but you both knew that this didn’t mean forever. cherishing your time together, you walked hand in hand down the beautiful streets of new rome. after a while, leo decided he was going to go check up on the argo ii, make sure it was ready for the quest to come. you kissed him goodbye, and told him to iris message you whenever he got the chance.

before you knew it, camp jupiter was being attacked. and leo was the one behind it.

you ran through the crowd, trying to push towards the ship to see what the hell was happening to leo. but the romans were angry— and you were wearing an orange shirt.

you didn’t know exactly what happened next. one second you were pushing through the crowd, the next second you woke in a bright room, hera standing over you.

thus the years with hera began. she told you that she needed you— and she’d bring you home when you were ready. she brought you places and gave you quests to do, and the more time you spent with her, the more you weren’t sure how much time had passed, and the more you forgot your real life. you were stuck in an endless loop, until this morning, where hera plopped you down right outside of camp half-blood; with a fuzzy memory and a million questions.

you woke up later to an empty cabin. it was obvious people had been in and out of it, and you wondered how everyone reacted when they saw you in your bed. you were just internally grateful no one woke you up.

after getting ready (putting on a new camp t-shirt was so refreshing) you slipped out of your cabin and out into the sunlight. at first, it didn’t register how much time had passed, because everyone was in the dining hall as they would be during breakfast. but, after examining more, you gathered that you had awoken just as dinner was starting, and you had slept all day. you stood back, taking in the familiarity of the buzz of mealtime. as you stood there, unsure on how to present yourself to the campers, you heard your name.

“(y/n)?” you looked forward to be met with the gaze of your best friend, piper mclean, standing by her table, staring at you in disbelief. “i can’t believe it.”

the entire hall hushed as everyone looked in your direction. you were suddenly aware of every little thing about yourself, and you hated the attention. but when piper rushed forward to hug you, you ignored your surroundings and let yourself feel comfort in her hug. it had been so long since you had felt so... loved. after these past couple of years, then the news that leo was missing, taking in the scent and warmth of your best friend was the most comforting thing you could imagine.

piper pulled back from your hug and studied your face. you studied hers as well, noticing everything you could; any change you could find. but, she looked almost the same. she was the prettiest person you had ever seen, and although she seemed slightly older and wiser, it wasn’t in a negative way. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you said. “obviously i’m... adjusting. but, i’m okay.”

“what happened to you? where have you been?” piper asked gently.

“when the romans were angry at us, after leo...” you hesitated and piper’s expression softened. you cleared your throat. “i was attacked, or something. next thing i knew i was with hera and basically did anything she needed. i was so tired, constantly doing work for her. everything i did with her is sort of fuzzy though, just like my personal life was when i was working for her, if that makes sense.”

“hera’s the worst,” piper said. “guess switching jason and percy just wasn’t enough for her.”

you raised your eyebrows in agreement before being approached by annabeth chase, one of your other closest friends, who hugged you tightly. “i’m so relieved you’re alright.”

“back at you,” you said. percy and jason followed close behind annabeth, and you hugged both of them as well. “i can’t imagine things have been easy for you guys.”

“it’s been rough,” jason agreed. “but we got through it.”

your mind went straight to leo, and the four of them obviously noticed. piper put her hand on your shoulder and jason frowned. “hey, i’m sure he’s...”

“no,” you stopped him. “it’s fine. i... i’m really proud of you guys. seriously, saving the world and shit. that’s pretty cool.”

they all laughed which brought a warm feeling to your chest. it was going to be rough without leo, but you adored your friends. you knew they’d be there for you no matter what.

“c’mon, you must be starving,” annabeth said. “plus, i think you have a few more people to chat with.”

annabeth motioned towards your cabins table, where your siblings sat anxiously, watching you with wide eyes. you grinned at the sight and made your way over to the table, only to be met with smiling faces and lots of questions.

weeks past since you had returned to camp. you were settled back in and at ease with everything, but things still felt off. you figured it was just because you were most excited to come back to camp to see leo, but he was gone. and you didn’t even know if he was still alive.

you spent your days training and reconnecting with your friends. they had been through so much, and you couldn’t imagine how painful it was for them. they asked you questions about what you had been up to, but you weren’t able to answer them. you couldn’t remember a thing— it was like the past years had never happened. as days went on you forgot more and more about what you had done.

one morning, you stayed behind to finish cleanup in your cabin. now that you returned to camp, you returned to your position as head counselor. you were protective over your siblings (since you were the oldest), so when everyone was running late for breakfast, you volunteered to finish cleanup.

after you finished making all the beds, you fixed your hair and slipped out of your cabin. when the mess hall came into your line of vision, you paused as you saw a group of campers gathered around something. the scene was similar to how everyone reacted when you returned, and you watched curiously. but when you studied the campers who were grouped together, you realized it was a majority of the hephaestus canon who was standing. your eyes widened and you hurried forward, into the mess hall.

nyssa barrera, one of the older hephaestus kids, looked over at you and her eyes widened. she pulled a few of her siblings back to make room, and you were met with the grinning face of leo valdez.

your leo, standing there, in the flesh.

it took him a moment to see you, but when he did, his expression softened. he visibly relaxed, and his eyes studied your face. you were frozen in your spot and your eyes never left his. he inched towards you, and before you knew it you charged forward to him and threw your arms around his neck. he buried his face in your neck as he held you tightly around your waist. you took in his natural warmth and his vague scent of campfires and motor oil. he rubbed your back as you held him as tightly as possible. you never wanted to let go.

when you finally did pull back, you missed his warmth immediately. in his arms you felt safe, and that was something you had missed with your whole heart.

“are you okay?” was the first thing he asked you, tucking your hair behind your ears. you smiled at the sound of his voice. you didn’t realize how many little things you had missed.

“i’m okay. are you?”

“i’m... amazing,” he studied your face again. “gods i’ve missed you.”

“i’ve missed you too, you have no idea,” you said. your eyes drifted to a girl you didn’t recognize standing awkwardly behind leo. “who is that?”

leo raised his eyebrows and turned around to look at who you were referring to. “oh, this is my friend. calypso.”

“oh!” you said, remembering the story of calypso. “thats... hi! it’s really cool to meet you.”

“you as well,” calypso responded, her voice smooth. “leo talked about you non-stop.”

maybe it was the longing look on her face, or the fact that you had just finally reconnected with your boyfriend, but you moved towards calypso and pulled her into a hug. she tensed, but after a moment she relaxed and hugged you back. when you pulled back, you gave her a warm smile and when she gave you one back, you knew that there was no bad blood between you. calypso wanted to be loved— but she wasn’t interested in leo.

you turned around to find your way back next to leo. he watched you with a fond look on his face, and when you were closer to him, he grabbed your hand tightly. at this moment you made a promise to yourself — you would never lose him again.

chiron ended up coming over to tell people to sit at their tables for breakfast, but leo leaned over to whisper to you, “want to go chat? just the two of us?”

“absolutely.”

the two of you snuck out of the mess hall (although, if anyone had seen you, you doubted they would stop you from leaving). you made your way down towards the lake, hand in hand. you sat down next to each other, leo’s arm around your waist and your head on his shoulder.

“so how did you get calypso off her island?” you asked him after a moment of silence.

“well, i landed on her island a little while ago but i had to leave, obviously. was in the middle of a quest,” he said. “but she was miserable there, so i promised i’d come back to get her. and a few months ago, i landed on her island again, but with a plan this time.”

you listened intently. “and it worked?”

“for the most part. i had to work really hard to figure out a way to make it work, but it did. i just hope she gets a real chance to be happy now that she’s off her island.”

“that’s amazing. you did it against all odds, right?”

he chuckled lightly. “guess so. what about you? what happened to you?” you sighed and sat up to face him.

“i guess i’m not completely sure,” you started. he knit his eyebrows. “i was working with... or i guess, for, hera. but i don’t remember most of what she made me do. i just know i went on quests for her, and time didn’t really feel real. i had no idea how much time had passed when i returned.”

“gods that sounds... terrible,” he said genuinely. you shrugged.

“i got through it,” you grabbed his hand and started tracing lines on it. “and so did you.”

leo hummed and moved his other hand to your cheek. “i always knew you’d come back.”

“i knew you would, too.”

“promise to never leave me again?” you leaned into his hand.

“only if you promise me the same thing.”

[cursedcataclysm]

I should be doing my APUSH work right now but if I have to read one more sentence about Columbus I will tear out my own eyeballs so-

Summer Camp AU

feat. Dream Team, BBH, Sleepy Bois, Tommy and Tubbo, Fundy and Eret

DREAM 

One of the boy’s cabins counselors, helps out at the waterfront sometimes

Has this white snapback hat with a black smiley face embroidered on the front, refuses to take it off, somehow never gets dirty

Also this lime green sweatshirt, he wears it around his waist if it gets too hot though

Often paired with George as co-counselors, they’re absolutely chaotic together but surprisingly good at leading the campers, they’ve got the whole play-fighting dynamic going on and nobody is really sure if they’re dating or not, they wear each other’s clothes so often they just share a dresser at this point

Whenever there’s a spider or a bug in the cabin Dream is the designated one to kill it (or take it outside)

Actually really close friends with Techno but they have a whole fake rivalry going on at camp for the ✨ drama  ✨ (not really, they just got in an argument once and it spread across the entire camp, now it’s basically just part of camp lore that they’re ‘enemies’)

They play it up a ton at camp events and team games, but they almost always sneak out to the docks at midnight after and talk for hours

Dream and Sapnap together almost always means trouble

They’ve been friends for as long as anyone can remember

The shenanigans they get up to usually ends with them both on kitchen duty

Loves climbing trees?? Can be found just chilling in trees sometimes

Known for being a really cool camp counselor though, intimidatingly tall and won’t hesitate to step in when breaking up a fight or disagreement, has a way with kids

GEORGE

Also a boy’s counselor

George has these awful white sunglasses he won from an arcade on a staff trip, nobody has ever seen him without them, he wears them on his face when he’s in a bad mood (only Dream can talk to him without being ignored when this happens)

George is known for being a stickler for the rules, but surprisingly he’s often the counselor who starts the annual prank war, he somehow managed to dye Dream’s hair bright green in his sleep once 

A bit awkward with the campers, but he loosens up around Dream and Sapnap

Constantly steals Dream’s green sweatshirt

Makes Dream and Sapnap friendship bracelets once, is a flustered mess when he gives the bracelets to them, muttering excuses about them looking terrible because he’s colorblind, Dream and Sapnap wear them on their wrists at all times (even though the colors clash just a little bit) 

SAPNAP

Also a boy’s counselor, hosts the game nights in the main lodge every week

Has a white bandana tied around his forehead, Dream yanks it down over his eyes sometimes and they end up chasing each other around the camp for hours (and then they end up on kitchen duty, obviously)

KING of the ropes course

Spends most of his time there, actually

Ends up in the infirmary more times than he probably should after trying to do obstacles blindfolded or without a harness

Can and will carry a grudge for months on end

References a meme or vine every other sentence

Unironically wears crocs

Starts water balloon fights with Dream every opportunity he gets

Yells ‘parkour’ every time he does something cool on the ropes course, even if it’s not actually parkour

Loves giving out hugs, very physically affectionate, will sling his arm around your shoulders or punch you gently on the arm

Wrestles with Dream

Which leads to kitchen duty

BBH

In charge of sports/archery/rifle range

One of the nicest counselors, always chides the other staff (and campers, sometimes,) for cursing, helps out in the infirmary whenever he can

Campers trust him with their secrets, he knows a little bit about almost everyone but he’d never let any of it slip, he’s well aware of how important it is to the campers to have someone they can absolutely trust

Helps sort out disagreements between campers, he’s probably the best one with kids

Scarily good with a gun, holds most of the top camp records

Constantly reminding people to wear sunscreen, carries around three different types in his bag

Also a bunch of individually wrapped muffins, he gives them to campers if they want a snack

Definitely the worst at telling ghost stories

Has a lot of survival skills, will teach campers how to tie ten different types of knots in his free time

Only one who consistently wears his staff t-shirt

WILBUR

Everyone’s favorite counselor, at least according to him

Often paired with Techno

Grey beanie for the aesthetic, but also because his hair is absolutely a mess and if he shoves a hat on it it immediately looks better

Carries his guitar with him most of the time

Went through the ropes course one time with his guitar on him because of a dare

Really good at telling scary stories, but usually plays campfire songs on his guitar instead (sometimes with a kazoo if he’s in the right mood)

Absolutely torches his marshmallows and insists it’s the only right way to eat them, once ate a flaming marshmallow whole (for fun, apparently)

Coffee addict

Pretty much spends the entirety of breakfast at the coffee table

When Wilbur was a CIT he gets this black bandana from Philza, he never wears it but keeps it tied around his bed frame every summer, until one staff campfire when Tommy is a CIT. They’re all sitting around a fire and singing and joking around and Tommy surprises Wilbur when he knows all of the lyrics to one of Wilbur’s songs, and Wilbur impulsively gives Tommy the bandana (Tommy makes a joke about how it’s ‘rather plain, innit?’, Wilbur rolls his eyes and punches him on the arm, they both know how much it means to Tommy though)

Kind of sarcastic, mean in a nice way 

TECHNO

Technically a counselor but nobody knows where he is most of the time

Has pastel pink hair and will 100% help kids dye their hair too, but not before a long lecture about bleach damage and regret

Also a pink face mask (for fashion), only takes it off to eat or swim

The best at making friendship bracelets, it gives him something to do with his hands

Teaches the campers how to make friendship bracelets in the art cabin

Gives his closest friends a pink and black friendship bracelet (it’s not confirmed to be him, they just show up on your bed overnight, but everybody knows it’s Techno)

One legendary summer, Dream and Techno were paired as camp counselors for a cabin, the campers from that year all have matching pink and green bracelets, there’s still whispers about what went down then

A god at toasting his marshmallows to perfection, golden and crispy on all sides with just the right amount of melting

Gets the best care packages from home (so many cookies!!)

TOMMY

CIT with Tubbo

Only his second year at camp, but he hit it off really well with all the other staff and Philza so they offered him a position as CIT

(which he accepted, obviously)

Likes to claim it’s for all the free stuff and staff perks but secretly really wants to learn how to be a good counselor

Curses like a sailor though

BBH has to threaten to take away his access to the staff coffee table to get him to stop cursing as much around the campers

Chaotic gremlin, probably shouldn’t be put in charge of children

He’s actually very responsible when he needs to be though, likes to joke around a lot but looks out for the campers as much as possible

Self-proclaimed king of the gaga pit

Seriously, can hit the ball so hard he’s bruised some people a couple of times

Always covered in scratches and bruises and bandaids

A little too eager to throw a punch

Has a black bandana (from Wilbur) and wears it around his neck at all times, keeps it as clean as possible (even when he’s covered in dirt from various scuffles the bandana somehow stays clean)

Goes absolutely ham on a kazoo during sing alongs

Him and Tubbo sneak out one night and take a paddleboard out to the middle of the lake to look at the stars, the only reason they get caught is because Tommy falls off as they paddle back to shore, Philza yells at them for ten minutes straight but it’s worth it

Basically never wears his staff shirt

TUBBO

Also a CIT

Has been going to the camp for years

Brings his ukulele with him, sometimes he plays with Wilbur at campfires, loves sitting on the dock and playing random little tunes for the campers

Hangs out at the waterfront a lot

Volunteers for kitchen duty, surprisingly

He actually really likes cooking and hanging out with Fundy, whenever he and Bad are in the kitchen together they make muffins

Makes flower crowns!! Absolutely vibes while sitting in the fields, loves the bees, teaches campers how to weave flowers together

Lets Tommy drag him off into all of his shenanigans

Is definitely the type to laugh off insults

Very, very hard to anger but when he gets mad, he gets mad

He and Tommy have only had one disagreement ever at camp, it started with a screaming match for an hour at the waterfront, they ended up not talking for days. Wilbur’s never seen Tommy that quiet, and Eret watches Tubbo with concern when he just sits on the dock for hours, not moving. One night Tommy shows up at Wilbur’s cabin, covered in scrapes and blood in the pouring rain, he just starts crying and Wilbur carries him to the infirmary before finding Tubbo, the two finally talk for a couple of hours after BBH bandages up Tommy’s wounds, the next day they’re back to talking and laughing and causing chaos together like nothing ever happened

Tubbo still feels guilty about that

Loves hanging out with the campers, everyone is excited for when he’s an actual counselor

Wears his staff shirt most of the time, but it’s under his green flannel so you can’t really tell anyway

PHILZA

Camp director obviously

Basically a tired dad, wears a green and white bucket hat, has a fanny pack and will use it

Curses a lot but hides it from the campers

Constantly reminding everyone to wear their staff shirts even if nobody listens to him

Loves telling the campers embarrassing stories about Wilbur and Techno as often as he can

When giving Tommy a tour of the camp to prepare for being a CIT Tommy somehow manages to climb onto the roof of the dining hall, Philza has to hide his laughter while yelling at him to come down

Tommy just stands and yells “POGCHAMP” as loudly as he can, Wilbur records it on his phone and makes sure to send it to all the staff in the group chat

Refers to Wilbur and Techno as his ‘sons’

And eventually Tommy too

Also references vines and memes

ERET

Waterfront manager/lifeguard

Really chill vibes

Also makes pride friendship bracelets for the campers!! It’s kind of a tradition, if you come out to him you get a bracelet

You also can get a bracelet if you ask for one

Has a whistle, loves to sneak up on the other counselors and blow it as loud as he can

Brings a lawn flamingo to camp every year and stakes it outside of his cabin

Really close with Tubbo

Helps Bad in the infirmary sometimes

Also hangs out with Sapnap at the ropes course, loves climbing the rock wall and sitting on the top

One of the best counselors to go to for advice, along with BBH

BUDDY SYSTEM OR ELSE

You better have your buddy when he blows his whistle twice

Tubbo helps him organize the swim tests and give everyone the appropriate tag to hang on the buddy board

FUNDY

Fundy absolutely cannot be trusted as a counselor, so Philza sticks him in the kitchen as head of the kitchen crew

Fundy doesn’t actually mind, he doesn’t have to do much and he gets access to all of the snacks

Extremely chaotic when handing out snacks to the campers- sometimes he throws them, sometimes he just dumps them out into a pile on the ground, sometimes he hands them out individually, there’s no way to predict it

Needs at least 8 hours of sleep or several cups of coffee before he’s ready to interact with campers

Very sarcastic

Plays piano in the main hall sometimes

Bullies Tommy with Wilbur

A picture of him in a fox costume surfaced in the staff group chat and now everybody calls him a ‘furry’ 

He hates it

So much

Capture the flag games that go for days on end, Dream and George captaining a team against Wilbur and Techno, spies and sabotage and elaborate heists, Eret betraying his team during one of the games, water balloon skirmishes, color war but Intense Mode

Prank wars between the counselors and campers

Building epic pillow forts in the cabins and the counselors sneaking in snacks even though there’s not supposed to be food in the cabins

Just, so many possibilities

[tobimikesan]

The Cats and The Owls Going Shopping - Haikyuu!! Light Novel Vol. 10

In which Nekoma and Fukurodani go souvenir shopping, and Tsukishima’s life somehow gets unnecessarily more difficult as a result.

Translation under the cut

“So, what are you getting?”

“... Probably manju...”

“Then how about that one with ‘I went to Spring High’ on it? If you want to go with a safe option.”

“That? A safe option?”

The goods area is lively with the participating players, cheer groups, and spectators around. There, gathering and joking around are the players from Fukurodani Academy High School who have just won their first match. The first, second, and third-year regulars are all there. However, in the midst of their lively chatter that’s just like during one of their after-practice burger runs, their ace is nowhere in sight.

“Ohh, there you are! Guys, I told you not to leave me!”

Making his way through the crowd of people in team jackets and jerseys, appears Fukurodani’s ace who is one of the nation’s top 5 players, Bokuto Koutarou.

“Why did you guys leave me?”

“Why should we wait for you to finish your business in the toilet?”

Talking back to the ace is none other than the one dubbed as the team’s ‘Jack of all trades, master of none’, Konoha Akinori, but Bokuto pays him no mind and takes a look at the goods stand instead.

“So, do they still have it?”

“... What is it this time? You always, always leave out the subject when you speak. What are you, a kid?”

Konoha continues his rant, and Bokuto turns around annoyed, “Oh, come on!”

“This is exactly why, when someone is saying something, don’t just start grumbling around! Of course I was asking about ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt!”

The way Bokuto said it as if it’s obvious does irk him, but hearing his teammates’ chorus of “You already have it, right?” “I feel like you already have one,” calms him down.

“Well I do have it, but...”

Time for some explanation.

‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt—it is Bokuto’s favorite t-shirt which he bought during the previous Spring High.

“One, his figure shall inspire his allies” “Two, he shall break through any walls” “Three, he shall hit every ball with his utmost”

With those words of The Way of The Ace printed on it, any ace, any player aiming to be an ace, or any former ace—any of them would yearn to put it on and have those words on their back while they practice; a t-shirt that makes even national level aces’ mouths water. Small details like if it is a Spring High exclusive item or if it could be purchased somewhere else are totally unknown to mere highschoolers.

“Not just have it actually, I’m wearing it right now, but...” Beating his own chest covered by his jacket,  Bokuto continues to his questioning teammates.

“If you think about it, it’s obvious, right? As I get bigger, I won’t be able to wear it anymore. So I need another one.”

His teammates around him look at each other and start grumbling.

“Are you a mom?”

“Thinking that you’re still growing, how confident!”

“I think I want to see you wearing a t-shirt that’s already too small instead.”

“Like I’ve said, why do you guys always start grumbling every time? Whenever I say anything you always, always... Hm?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up. As if they just spotted a prey.

“Tsukki!”

What those eyes just spotted in the midst of the hustle and bustle is the face of Karasuno High School’s first-year middle blocker, Tsukishima Kei. Having won their first match earlier than Fukurodani, the members of Karasuno High School Volleyball Club are also spending brief free time right now.

“Tsukki! Heey! Don’t ignore me, heey!”

His complaints towards his teammates now forgotten, Bokuto smiles cheerfully and waves his hand. But Tsukishima, whose attempt to pretend he didn’t notice Bokuto has failed him, frowns and says, “... Hello,” politely nodding to return the greeting while his steps comes to a halt.

However, Bokuto pays no mind to the wall Tsukishima has put up and steadily closes the distance between them.

“Could it be, Tsukki is also here to buy ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt?”

“No.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Don’t be shy!”

To whoever looking at the scene, there’s no hint of any shyness in Tsukishima’s soured look. Bokuto’s teammates start saying, “He’s not being shy, right?” “Clearly he doesn’t like it,” “It’s harassment, harassment!” “Tsukishima, it’s okay to ignore him,” but Bokuto simply ignores them. Instead, he completely assumes the role of a reliable senior and calls out to to the staff manning the goods stand.

“Ah, excuse me! Can I have one ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt size L... no, XL, and... Tsukki, you’re quite lanky, so L would be fine, right?”

“.........”

Met with how close Bokuto’s face is, how loud his voice is, how inconsiderate he is, and how wrapped up in himself he is, Tsukishima knits his brows and refuses, “No need.”

“Ah, could it be that you wanted to buy that one instead?”

The item Bokuto pointing at is a t-shirt hung up with the words ‘Those who laugh at grit will cry in the face of grit’ written in calligraphy-style on it.

“.........”

As if he just saw a bug he hates, Tsukishima looks away from the ‘Grit and Laughter’ t-shirt.

“I’m not buying any t-shirt, and even if I have to, I won’t be buying that one.”

“Hum... Then what about a Fukurodani keychain? As a memento.”

“Why do you think I would want that?”

“What did you come here for then, Tsukki?”

Tsukishima hesitates for a moment.

‘Why should I answer it?’ As he thinks that, it also crosses his mind that he might be able to escape Bokuto’s persistent questioning if he just answers him this one time. He weighs both choice in his head, and by a small margin, the latter wins.

“... I’m getting souvenirs for my family.”

While paying for his ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt, Bokuto hums and nods nonchalantly.

“Tsukki is someone’s child too, huh...”

“What does that even mean? And could you please stop calling me Tsukki?”

“Yeah. So Tsukki, how many siblings do you have?”

“.........”

‘—What is communication again?’

Is what Tsukishima is thinking. The basic of conversation is listening to what the other party is saying, isn’t it? Listen, then respond. There are also cases where someone purposely avoids responding to what the other party is saying. However, to naturally not listen to the other party, then proceed to continue the conversation, what is that even called? While having such thoughts, Tsukishima accidentally lets out the answer to Bokuto’s trivial question.

“... One older brother.”

“Aah! I knew it! You seem like a youngest child! Tsukki does seem like a youngest child!”

Right before Bokuto, who is holding his new t-shirt in high spirits, Tsukishima is stricken with humiliation and self-loathing. ‘Why did I answer it? No, why did I even come here?’

The other Fukurodani members starts piling in on him again, “Bokuto, don’t mess with other school’s first year.” “I get it though, Tsukishima is the type you just want to mess with, right?” “True, he’s like Akaashi in some way.” “Eh?” “Kidding, kidding. Don’t mind it.” “I do mind.” The chatter continues as they enjoy this accidental occurrence as though it’s their after-match dessert. At the same time, students from other schools are starting to notice the Fukurodani’s ace. Chatters like “It’s Fukurodani,” “Bokuto is here,” are getting louder.

Tsukishima’s discomfort is at an extreme.

“.........”

‘Who cares about souvenirs, I’m heading back. I can still buy it tomorrow, and even if I don’t buy one, it’s okay too. Anyway, I’m heading back.’ Tsukishima has decided.

“Well, then,” Tsukishima says as he goes for an out, but right when he looks up from his forced smile, his eyes catch a group in red and he stops in his tracks.

Suddenly, a group of Nekoma players are nearby. A blond mohawk, a half-Russian, and a rooster head.

Tsukishima instantly covers his face and turns the gears in his head.

‘What do I do now?’

If Nekoma’s Kuroo Tetsurou joins this pesky situation as well, it will be a repeat of the summer training camp. The summer training camp where he got involved with the Tokyo team captains combo of Bokuto and Kuroo. Although he can’t deny that he learned a lot in terms of volleyball, those were the days where the psychological stress he endured drained both his mental and physical energy.

The unintentional peskiness and the definitely intentional peskiness. The peskiness of facing these two opposing types of peskiness at the same time is no ordinary peskiness. It’s not a peskiness that a body could endure after a match.

‘Are they gone?’

He steals a sidelong glance to check, expecting the group in red to be blocked by the crowd or go look at goods on the other end of the area, but it turns out they’re still nearby. Just as he clicks his tongue, he senses someone staring at him.

He quickly lifts his head and is met with the eyes of Nekoma’s setter Kozume Kenma.

“.........!”

“.........!”

Both of them tense up. And then with the smallest of nods, they establish some sort of communication in an instant.

‘Please don’t come this way.’

‘I don’t want to go over there.’

With the reaction speed of only those who have faced each other countless times separated only by the net, or perhaps the reaction speed of only those who equally find this to be extremely bothersome, due to their mutual interest they both look away as if nothing happened.

Good thing it’s Kozume who noticed him. Relieved, Tsukishima is just about to quickly take his leave from this place when just like an unexpected ambush, his ears catch a voice.

“Ah! Bokuto-san is over there! Ah, Tsukishima too, heey, heey!”

The one bouncing up and down pointing at him is a Nekoma first-year, Inuoka Sou. Bokuto who notices him goes, “Oooh!” in response, and Nekoma’s captain Kuroo asks, “What are you doing here?” drawing near with a smirk on his face. Behind him, Kozume puts on an expression that says ‘It’s not my fault...’ and averts his eyes.

---

Surrounded by the Tokyo reps in red and white jackets, Tsukishima has completely lost his timing to escape. Towards the weary Tsukishima, Nekoma’s captain Kuroo calls out in teasing voice.

“So what were you going to buy before you get caught, country bumpkin crow?”

On the receiving end of the mysterious pressure from the smirking Kuroo, Tsukishima could only mutters, “Nothing, really...” and looks away, trying to find any chance to escape this place. And right then, without knowing, Bokuto cuts in and says loudly, “Eh? Tsukki, you’re getting souvenirs for your big bro, right?”

Tsukishima’s face clouds over.

‘Why only my brother? I said I’m getting souvenirs for my family, though,’ he thinks irritatedly, but since they won’t get it even if he said it, he stays silent.

“.........”

But because he stays silent, now it’s Kuroo who hums and poke his head into this matter.

“I knew it, Tsukki is a youngest child, I was correct”

Tsukishima’s face gets even more clouded over.

‘What do you mean by knew it? What do you mean by correct? Please don’t just spout random things,’ he thinks irritatedly, but even if he said it, he would end up having to explain more, so he stays silent.

“.........”

But even if Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, or probably because Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, the Tokyo captains who already know his personality end up getting excited and saying whatever they want.

“By ‘knew it’, could it be that you already knew Tsukki is a youngest child?”

“That’s just my observing eyes.”

“Awesome, you could make a living out of it, no?”

“Huh? What kind of job would that be?”

“What would that be.... Ah, I know, you could become something like game show king, right?”

At that very moment, Nekoma’s second-year wing spiker Fukunaga Shouhei who has been quietly listening to their conversation from the corner suddenly bursts into laughter.

“Eh, what? Was there anything funny? Did I say something funny? Eh?”

The sharp-eyed Bokuto spots Fukunaga and approaches him. Nearby, 3 people of different schools and school years let out a sigh at the same time.

“I have no words.”

“Isn’t that something?”

“No words...”

In sequence, the those were the words of Akaashi Keiji, Tsukishima, and half-covered under Haiba Lev’s shadow, Kozume who has been working hard at his mobile game.

“Th, the three of you, the three of you... Together like that....”

On the receiving end of the judgmental cold stares from players of 3 different schools including his own, Bokuto exaggeratedly buries his head in his hands and looks down in shame.

Noticing Bokuto’s back which is starting to tremble, Fukurodani members are starting to get nervous. “Ah, this is bad.”

They don’t want things to get any more bothersome than this. While the end of their match today was a blessing in disguise, it doesn’t change the fact that dealing with Bokuto’s ups and downs is bothersome.

The Fukurodani members exchange glances on the spot, but as they were about to leave things to Akaashi, the subject of the matter suddenly looks up to the ceiling as if he just had a revelation.

“So! That means! Unless you three are together, you can’t bring me down, right!!”

As if drawn by that voice, the surrounding falls silent. “I’m the strongest!” Bokuto’s roar resounds.

“.........”

The Fukurodani members look at each other. “We’re tired anyway, should we just leave Bokuto and go back?” “Yeah, let’s go,” “Good job today,” “Heading back,” The mood is just starting to turn that way when someone in red jacket approaches Bokuto all on his own.

“Bokuto-san, you’re so cool!”

It was Inuoka.

“Ooh, so you get it! So-and-so-kun!”

“It’s Inuoka!”

“You have a bright future ahead!”

“Is, is that so!?”

Inuoka’s eyes light up brightly.

---

Not being particularly concerned that their important first-year is getting excited with Bokuto and leaving them on their own, the rest of Nekoma take their time to look at the goods.

“It’s not like I want anything that badly, but while looking at these you just know you’d end up buying something, right?” “Yeah, totally.” Started by their libero Yaku Morisuke, the Nekoma members joke around. Behind them, walking along leisurely is Lev, who then points at the manju box.

“As a souvenir, isn’t this one with ‘I went to Spring High’ on it good? It’s a safe choice.”

“Safe choice? But saying ‘went to’ doesn’t really give the vibe that you won, right?”

Hearing Yaku’s reply, the vice captain Kai Nobuyuki nods.

“True, it gives the vibe of the memories of when you played at Spring High, right?”

“Well, if  you put it that way...”

“The fact that it’s gone once you eat it will also remind you of the impermanence of worldly things.”

Ignoring Kai and Lev who are looking intently at the manju box and admiring it, Yaku quickly decides, “I’ll go with the t-shirt after all!” and heads towards the booth staff.

However, not long after Yaku comes back dragging his steps without any t-shirt in his hands.

“What happened? You look upset.”

“Sold out,” Yaku curtly answers Kai. From above him a booming voice can be heard.

“Spring High t-shirts are a battle after all, right!”

It’s Bokuto.

“A battle?” asked Yaku reflexively. “Yeah!” Bokuto nods.

“Another battle out of the court.”

Watching Yaku avoiding Bokuto’s thrust index finger, Fukurodani’s member are stunned.

“He’s saying something weird again.”

“He got carried away just because he managed to buy one...”

“Bokuto, don’t go bothering others!”

In the midst of Fukurodani and even Nekoma members’ wry smiles, Inuoka shouts excitedly.

“I managed to buy a t-shirt too!”

“Ooh, so you’re a winner!”

“Yes!”

Casting a sidelong glance at the weird master and pupil relationship between those two, Kozume asks Yaku.

“Which one did you want?”

“Hm?”

Yaku points at one of the t-shirts hung at the stand.

“Over there, that one. The one with ‘Those who laugh at grit will cry in the face of grit’”

“... Grit...”

Behind Kozume who’s furrowing his brows, Inuoka turns around.

“Eh? That’s the one I just bought. It’s this one, right?” Inuoka takes out a t-shirt from the plastic bag and shows it. It’s the same ‘Those who laugh at grit will cry in the face of grit’ t-shirt.

“If you want, I don’t mind handing it over at the list price.”

Yaku refuses Inuoka’s offer, “Nah, it’s fine.” But Inuoka insists.

“No need to hold back!”

“It’s fine.”

“But!”

“Like I said, it’s fine!”

Just as Yaku raises his voice, Lev suddenly stretches out his hand and takes the t-shirt from the stunned Inuoka. Then, after looking back and forth, he says, “I knew it.”

“Eh, what?”

Ignoring the confused Inuoka, Lev looks at Yaku.

“XL size won’t fit you, right, Yaku-san?”

The Nekoma members who are watching shut their mouth tight and look away.

Lev has the nerve to say unnecessary things, towards Yaku, towards Yaku-san, regarding heights in such a direct way. No, to begin with, Inuoka, no rather than that, Bokuto— the thoughts swirl in their heads, and the atmosphere grows tense. The one to break the tense atmosphere —that makes even the crowd of onlookers from other schools nearby to also falls silent— is none other than Yaku himself.

“Shut up!!” At the same time, in one decisive move Lev shouts.

“Ouch!! Wha! Why did I get kicked?”

“Winner, what winner? I’m not losing!”

“But I didn’t say anything about winning or losing!”

“Shut up!”

A battle is starting to unfold between the senior and junior in red jackets. But a guy calmly walks right into the center of it.

“Hey now, Yaku-kun!”

It’s yet again Bokuto.

“Nothing will come out of resenting the winner!!”

Seeing their captain confidently saying that, the Fukurodani members go, “You just shut up!” “You only say unnecessary things!” and drag Bokuto back.

---

As for Tsukishima, he’s only a worn out bystander watching the whole commotion.

“What are these people doing...”

‘No one is minding about me anymore, or more like they’ve forgotten about me. If I want to head back, this is the time. No need to say bye or anything. Seems like it’s not the time anyway.’

‘I’m getting out.’

Just as he turns his heel, bright and pleasing voices can be heard nearby.

“It’s so cute!”

“I’m so glad we bought it!

At those voices that warm their bodies that have grown cold just like the winter sun, the Nekoma members, Fukurodani members, and also Tsukishima who is just about to escape, spontaneously look up.

The voices belong to two girls.

Lev, who is being chased by Yaku, and Yamamoto Taketora, who is trying to save Lev, look at them and shout.

“Ah, Nee-chan!”

“Akane?”

“Lyovochka!?”

“Onii-chan!”

The girls are part of the Nekoma cheering group, Lev’s big sister Alisa and Yamamoto’s little sister Akane.

“Look, look, Onii-chan!”

Akane runs up and hands the plushie of the official mascot.

“I bought this. The one in light blue is this year’s limited edition. I’m matching with Alisa-chan, right!”

“Yup!”

“Ah, that’s right! Alisa-chan, let’s take a picture together!”

“Oh, how nice!”

Hanging the plushies by their sides, they make silly faces and take selfies. First is a smiling one, and in the next shot they burst into laughter. It’s as if bright sparkles can be seen around these two innocent girls.

It might be the effect of the sparkles, but the tense atmosphere is starting to lighten slowly. The embroiled minds of the volleyball club members are also soothed, and they lose their intent to fight.

‘Don’t we all get along?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘I’m also tired.’ ‘Yeah.’

Such atmosphere is spreading.

And then Kuroo shows up right before the two girls and bows.

“If anyone is a winner here, it’s the two of you.”

“Eh, what is this about?”

“... Ah, do you want to join in on the picture?”

In front of the two puzzled girls who have no idea what’s going on, Yaku and Inuoka exchange a firm handshake.

“My bad, Inuoka. You were offering it with good intention.”

“No, I also didn’t consider the size, I’m the one who should apologize!”

After rain comes fair weather. Watching the two’s strengthened bond, Bokuto, as if a case has been settled, says, “Out of the court, there’s no such thing as winning or losing!!”

---

“I’m so tired somehow,” “Yeah, I wonder why,” the Fukurodani members start. After exchanging glances, Akaashi speaks up as if he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“Then shall we head back soon?”

“Yeah.”

“If we leave Bokuto, he’ll make a scene again.”

“Let’s go back, Bokuto!”

The captain, called by his teammates, replies “Okay!” and run towards them. He says, “See you tomorrow!” towards his rivals and heads back.

“We’ll come again tomorrow!”

“Do your best!”

After the two cheering girls headed home, Nekoma members too, say, “Should we go as well?” and start walking away.

Among the drove of the leaving members, Lev mutters.

“Yaku-san, are you not going to say sorry to me?”

“As if.”

“So mean!”

Completely forgotten by the two teams, Tsukishima is just about to walk back when suddenly someone calls his name.

“Tsukishima!”

Waving his hand and running towards him is Hinata.

The drained Tsukishima feels relieved seeing that face.

‘If it’s only Hinata on his own, everything is under control...’

Thinking that, without even waving back or responding, he silently walks with Hinata.

“Hey, Tsukishima, did you buy anything? I bought a t-shirt! This, ‘The Wisdom of The Ace’...”

Hinata is about to take the t-shirt out from the plastic bag when Tsukishima gives him a glare and says as he walks past, “... Don’t ever speak of that again in front of me.”

“Eh?”

Surprised, Hinata stops in his tracks, but Tsukishima quickly moves ahead. Hurriedly chasing Tsukishima, Hinata shouts, “What is it! I haven’t even said anything yet! Hey! Tsukishima! Wait, hey!!”

---

Moving this PSA to the end of the post because the project has ended (I think? Waiting for Viz’s response now) but someone might still be interested. Or you know, you can spam Viz directly here lol.

PSA:

I encourage whoever reading my translation to please support the official release by buying the light novel if you can. The illustrations and bonuses like the reversible covers are delightful! AND if the novel gets more sales it will be more likely for us to get more release. But, I get that it might be difficult for some to spend money for a novel that you can’t actually read because it’s in Japanese.

And so I happened to saw this Twitter account @HQlntranslate the other day. They are trying to get VIZ to do an official English release for Haikyuu Light Novel. How great that’d be! We could get every single chapter translated by professional translators who know what they’re doing unlike this amateur translator wannabe lol.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, go visit the Twitter account and fill in the form so that we can get the light novel released in English and support the series!

PS. I swear this is not a sponsored post lol.

[lupin-for-president]

Pretty Pink Paper

(Jeddy)

—

James Sirius knew it was foolish, falling in love with his blue-haired best friend, who also happened to be seven whole years older than him. It was the type of situation that would only end up hurting James in the end, he knew that better than anyone.

But he just couldn’t help it.

It was impossible for him not to fall in love Teddy—especially with the way Teddy acted around him. The way Teddy spoke to him. The way Teddy touched him. The way Teddy smiled at him. The way Teddy looked at him.

Teddy treated James like he was the most important person on the entire earth.

And James drank it up like honey.

Everything about Teddy was so addicting to him. There wasn’t a single thing about the scrawny little punk that James didn’t wholeheartedly love and adore.

The way Teddy always laughed —a little too hard— when James would be the one to tell him a cheesy joke.

How Teddy would always match his eye color to his outfit and make sure to ask James’ opinion on it before leaving the house.

The way Teddy’s nose would scrunch up whenever James would be applying his blush and eyeliner for him, muttering a “Hold still, Ted” as he held the cap between his teeth.

How Teddy’s arms felt draped loosely over James as he leaned over to show the boy how to play a certain piano chord correctly.

The way Teddy would struggle to stay awake throughout an entire movie —no matter the time of day— and always ended up falling asleep on James’ shoulder.

How Teddy would use any spare minute of his free time to teach James more new tricks to do on his broom so that he could impress his friends.

The way Teddy would stick out his lip —and beg and plead— until James finally caved in and played with or braided his hair, Teddy smiling smugly at the tiny victory.

How everytime Teddy was upset, the first person he would go to would be James, and he would bury his face into his chest and cry until he felt better.

The way Teddy would interrupt James’ reading by running into his room and playing air guitar while singing at the top of his lungs.

How Teddy made a chocolate cupcake for James’ birthday every single year —refusing help from anyone else in the house— and ended up burning it each and every time.

The way Teddy ruffled a hand through James’ messy brown hair every time he walked past him, flashing him a cheeky closed eye grin as he did so.

How Teddy was always there, no matter what.

It wasn’t James’ fault that he fell in love with Teddy. It was the cruel fault of the universe for having put someone so exceptionally perfect into his life, then expecting him not to be affected by it.

It was James’ fault, however, that Teddy happened to find out about these feelings.

Teddy shouldn’t have been sneaking around in James’ room, sure, but James was the one that had forgotten to put the old, tattered brown shoebox back in its hiding place under his bed.

That exact brown shoebox was the very gateway to the most extreme form of embarrassment that James Sirius had ever had the displeasure of facing throughout his entire sixteen years of life.

It was the shoebox full of his love letters, all of which were —very blatantly— addressed to Teddy.

He had just celebrated his birthday a week prior and he was more than thrilled to be lounging at home during his summer break from Hogwarts. He and Teddy had been basically inseparable since the beginning of summer —not that that was anything new— and James was genuinely very happy.

That is, until he came back up to his room from having grabbed a plate of cookies in the kitchen, only to find Teddy —sitting on the edge of James’ bed, a brown shoebox in his lap, and pink slips of paper in his hands— with furrowed brows and his lip tucked between his teeth.

Teddy hadn’t heard James come in at first. In fact, he didn’t even know he had entered the room until the sound of glass shattering pierced through the air, James having dropped his plate full of cookies due to the sudden trembling of his hands.

A small piece of James was hoping —praying— to whatever gods above that maybe Teddy hadn’t really read any of the letters at all. But from the wide eyed, red faced look that Teddy gave him upon getting caught, what little hope James had flickering inside him was immediately distinguished.

He felt sick, nauseous, and insanely lightheaded as he bolted out of the door, making a beeline for the bathroom. A singe of pain surged up from the bottom of his foot as he realized he had stepped on a shard of the broken plate during his hasty escape, but he didn’t dare pause to check it.

He could hear the heavy footsteps following quickly after him —and the faint shouting, too— though it was muffled from the pounding of his heartbeat ringing in his eardrums. As soon as he made it to the bathroom, he shut the door and pushed his foot up against it, turning the lock just in time to be greeted by a chorus of loud banging.

“Jamie! Jamie, open up!” Teddy shouted from the other side, hands bashing against the wood.

James couldn’t answer due to him falling to his knees in front of the toilet and emptying out the contents of what was —most likely— his breakfast from earlier. He didn’t stop hurling until there was absolutely nothing left, his forehead drenched in sweat as he panted to catch his breath.

“Open the door, Jamie! Come on, it’s me. Just open the door, we can talk this out!” Teddy blurted, his hard knocks not missing a beat.

“Go away,” James answered back weakly, his voice strained.

Rivers were trailing down his cheeks now, dripping into the corners of his cracked lips. As the sobs wracked through his body, he pulled his knees up firm against his chest, fingers digging deep into his upper arms as he tried to calm himself down. A small pool of blood started forming under his right foot from the cut, which only caused his blood pressure to spike even more as he glanced down at it.

It had been a while since he had experienced a panic attack that was this bad. It had actually been almost a full year, in fact.

Normally, the only thing that would successfully calm him down was if Teddy cupped his face firmly in his hands and whispered countless soothing words to him as he forced him to maintain eye contact. Teddy would always constantly switch the color of his irises —sometimes even making them swirl— in order to make James’ attention focus on anything else but the initial cause of the attack.

But this time, Teddy was the cause of it.

And now James was having to calm himself back down all on his own.

And it wasn’t working.

And he couldn’t breathe.

And his chest hurt so bad.

And all he could think of was the sight of Teddy.

Brown shoebox sitting in his lap.

Pink slips of paper in his hands.

Reading each and every one of James’ sinful and foolish desires.

And the thought of Teddy being absolutely disgusted with James for even daring to think about him in even the slightest bit of a romantic way plagued James’ poor mind.

It was all too much.

And the world felt like it was spinning.

And the only thing keeping him rooted was the pain from his nails digging into his skin and the sound of Teddy’s worried screams.

It felt like it went on for hours.

But that’s because it did.

Ginny finally came home from training four hours later to find a shaking and stressed Teddy, tear tracks tattooing his flushed cheeks as he hysterically explained what had happened and how he had tried to use a spell to unlock the bathroom door but that he couldn’t even think straight enough to use it and James had been quiet for a long time now and he was so bloody worried that he had done something while locked in there by himself and he couldn’t break into the bathroom to check on him and his mind was reaming with the worst possibilities and—

Ginny cut him off with a hug, giving his torso a quick squeeze before pulling back and asking which bathroom James had locked himself in. Teddy shakily informed her it was the guest bathroom on the second floor, and the two of them raced up the stairs to see what could be done.

Of course, Ginny was able to cast the spell perfectly on her first try —it was a spell she had learned in her first year at Hogwarts after all— and the pair both let out the greatest sigh of relief when the door creaked open to reveal a sleeping James, seemingly unharmed apart from the gash on the bottom of his foot.

Ginny crouched down beside him, pressing a hand to his forehead gently before brushing away some of the hair in his eyes.

Teddy recognized that helpless and drained look of James’ unconscious body instantly. It was a look only he was exceptionally familiar with. He had seen it quite often —more often than he would like— whenever he would cradle James after he had tired himself out from an attack, immediately falling asleep against Teddy’s chest. Teddy was always the one there to make everything better.

But this time, that wasn’t the case.

“It’s all my fault,” Teddy whispered, his voice raw, “This is all my fault.”

“Teddy, honey, no,” Ginny shook her head, standing up to place a hand on Teddy’s flushed cheek. “It was an accident. You didn’t know what was going to be in that box.”

“It doesn’t matter what was in the fucking box,” he breathed, shaking his head, “I shouldn’t have been snooping through his stuff anyways. If I hadn’t, then he wouldn’t have caught me, and then he wouldn’t have had a panic attack without anyone here to—”

“Teddy,” Ginny cut him off, “We can play the blame game later, alright?”

“But—”

“No.” She shook her head. “Not right now. Please, can you just carry James to his room? Then you need to go get some rest, too. Before Harry comes home with questions as to what’s going on with his sons.”

Teddy stared at her for a moment before nodding, stepping around her and towards James’ sleeping form.

Regardless of being a grown man, he still found himself always listening to Ginny’s orders, no matter what.

He knelt down and looped an arm under James’ legs, his other wrapping securely around his back. He rose to his feet slowly, not wanting to wake the snoozing boy in his arms. Much to his surprise, James subconsciously buried his face into the front of Teddy’s sweater, releasing an incomprehensible string of murmurs before relaxing in Teddy’s arms once again.

Teddy nearly started crying again right there.

He silently brushed past Ginny and down the hallway, towards James’ bedroom. Upon entering, he made sure to stay clear of the broken glass littering the doorway.

He laid James down in bed gently, pulling his wand out of his back pocket and waving it strategically at the wound on James’ foot, watching as it immediately scarred up, all traces of blood vanishing. He then turned towards the broken plate and crumbled cookies on the floor, flicking his wand to gather the remnants up and —ever so gracefully— discarding them into the trash can.

Running a hand through his bright blue hair, he turned back to James, his eyes trailing all across his young, peaceful face. He tugged the blankets up over his sleeping form, tucking him in nice and warm. Brushing his fingertips along James’ forehead, Teddy leant down, moving the messy brown curls away to expose his smooth tan skin.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered —hardly above a whisper— as his lips ghosted against James’ forehead, “I am so sorry, James Sirius.”

When he pulled away, the cause of this entire dilemma caught in the corner of his eye. The brown shoebox that was still placed on the corner of James’ bed. Teddy knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but to reach out for it anyways, his hand diving in and grabbing the first piece of pretty pink paper that was sitting right on top.

All at once, Teddy felt his world shatter as his eyes took in the messy scrawl. He even had to place a hand over his mouth to muffle the sob that threatened to break through, a single tear descending from the corner of his eye.

The last part of the love letter read:

“One of these days you’re going to find all of these, and I need you to promise me something when that time comes. Please, don’t blame yourself for the attack I have afterwards, because I can assure you it isn’t your fault.”

Teddy shoved the note into his pocket before closing the box and sliding it back under James’ bed. Sending one last glance to his sleeping best friend, he silently left the room, doing his best not to blame himself for everything that had happened.

Just like James had asked.

[flamingo-writes]

Mixtape Track 03

Humility by Gorillaz (feat. George Benson)

Summary: Even though he's a big city boy himself, Josuke Higashikata still agreed to go camping with you and your dad. Learning in the process that camping isn't as easy as you usually make it sound. However, its during the trip that he discovers something. A new set of feelings for you start clouding his mind.

A/N: this was also inspired by the recent camping trip I had with a fre friends a few weeks back.

Warnings: none.

People were usually surprised by how close Josuke and you were. Considering the both of you were so different. Sure, for two people who basically grew up together, you were very different.

Growing up, you constantly went camping with your father, since he was a botanist. Even though now a days he worked as a teacher in City S's University, he missed his researcher days when he'd go on field trips to research plants. And so, during school breaks, he'd go camping for a few days and take you along into the most recondite places in the middle of nowhere.

While you grew up spending a lot of time in the wild, you grew to be a bit feral and adventurous. Curious of the tiny details nature had to offer, with a lot of knowledge about plants, how to light a fire, how to climb, you were very much like a wild animal yourself. You kept your appereance always simple and practical and despite liking being clean, you didn't really mind if you got dirty.

Josuke on the contrary, was a city boy, despite living in the small town of Morioh. Always looked after his appereance, always clean, always smelling nice. Josuke was a smart kid, no doubt, but when it came to survival skills, he had none, since he usually took many things for granted because he was raised always withing the limits of Morioh.

In the summer before starting highschool, as per usual, your dad planned out a camping trip with a couple of his friends from college. They usually brought their kids along, with whom you got along with, but neither of them lived in Morioh. However, this time, your father told you you could bring a friend with you.

But boy, poor Josuke Higashikata didn't know what he had gotten himself into. He though it was gonna be different, considering how you always spoke so excitedly about your camping trips with your dad.

Its not that he didn't have fun. But it was all too complicated. Sleeping on the floor, not having a mirror and having to style his hair from muscle memory. The cold at night was something he never had lived through, his hands freezing as he tried to eat his very simple dinner, as the small group of people gathered around a small fire.

"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" You asked your father, sitting next to you as he took a big sip of his beer.

"We're gonna go to Sendai, we want to visit the Tama River, probably take a swim there" Your dad said.

"Oh nice!" Kenta, a boy around your age sighed. "I love the Tama river!"

"Sendai? Oh gee, where are we?" Josuke whispered low enough so only you could listen.

"Not sure. But it doesn't matter. When we go to Sendai, we stay a night in some cabins with hot water and beds"

"Oh thank god. I really need a shower. And a roof above my head" Josuke sighed relieved.

"Youre such a city boy" you giggled as Josuke felt a blush creep on his cheeks.

"Yeah, camping its not my thing. I am having fun though" Josuke admitted.

"Thank you for coming here. And I'm sorry I dragged you out of the city" You muttered back, looking at your friend underneath your lashes.

"Hey, don't apologise. I am having fun. You dont get to see landscapes this beautiful in Morioh. Besides, I get to spend time with you, thats ways fun" Josike added apologetically, windering if you felt offended in some way.

It wasnt all that bad, he thought. The cold weather had him sharing a blanket with you. The two of you snuggled together, sharing a blanket. And for the first time, Josuke noticed a different glow in your face.

"Thank you, Josuke" You spoke after a few seconds of silence, resting your cheek on his shoulder and snuggling closer to him as he swore he felt you shiver and tightening the blanket around your shoulder.

Josuke mirrored your movements, getting closer together so the warmth between your bodies helped you stop shivering.

The way you seemed so comfortable in nature, how you breathed in so deeply l every now and then, and how you were quick to day dream while staring at the landscape. He always thought you were objectively a pretty girl, but seeing you like this, he wondered if you had always being this pretty.

Josuke's favorite part of the camping trip was indeed spending the night at a cabin your dad and his friends rented. The first thing he did was take a hot shower while everyone else gathered around a fire outside the cabin exchanging stories of all natures while a friend of your dad cooked dinner.

However, the hot shower was nowhere near close his new favorite experience of the trip compared to when you swam in the river.

The city boy felt slightly intimidated by the idea of swiming in a river. What if something happened to him? Was it really safe to swim in river? It took a little convincing for Josuke to get in there. But nothing you couldn't do.

"C'mon, you know how to swim!" You cheered.

"Its cold!" Josuke whined as he got a si gle foot inside and thought ofnhow the temperature was going to feel in his whole body.

"I know, but as long as you keep moving, you wont feel cold"  You added.

"Its easy for you to say it, you're already in there"

"Come on! I'll buy you lunch when were back if you get in here and swim towards me!"

Josuke looked at you as you slowly swam on your back towards the centre of the river.

"You're gonna be fine! I promise!"

Josuke took a deep breath before jumping into the river and swiming towards you. The cold water stinging his skin at first. However, he soon felt the warmth of your skin underwater, as his arm brushed yours.

"Hey you made it!" You said wrapping your arms around his bare shoulders covered in goosebumps due to the cold. You hugged his as he kept moving his legs, brishing his knees with yours every now and then

"I cant feel the bottom, how deep is this river?" Josuke asked.

"Dunno. But it doesnt matter. Just keep swimming!" You cheered.

"I'm going to be honest, Im a bit scared right now" Josuke admitted, a blush painting his cheeks lightly.

"Hey, nothing's going to happen to you. Here" you said holding his hand "Some otters hold hands to keep themselves from drifting away, so, as long as we're holding hands, you're gonna be fine" You squeezed his hand softly as he looked at your uands, oretty visible through the crystal clear water.

"Are we otters now?" Josuke asked.

"You're my otter half" You giggled mischievously as Josuke glared at you at your bad joke.

"Wow" Josuke laughed as he noticed he no longer felt cold anymore "that is the cheesiest joke you ever made"

"Okay fine, you can stop holding my hand now" You joked.

"No! Dont let go! I'll behave, I promise!" Your friend whined.

You laughed, Josuke tightening his grip on your warm hand as the both of you were floating without going anywhere.

You swam together as everyone was enjoying themselves as well swiming in the river. A few hours went by before your dad and his other two friends got off the water and started a fire ready to warm up the food before the sunset.

It a few instances, you had held hands with josuke, without much of a thoight. However, this time ot felt a bit different. It felt a bit more intimate. The time you spent in the river, you were hding hands the entire time. Outside the river, you remained with your fingers entwine despite it not being necessary anymore.

Something in your chest felt different than usual. And you thought you were just being silly, suddenly feeling romantic about holdong hands with your best friend.

However, what you didnt know is that Josuke was having the exact same thoughts. And the same fast heartbeat you were having, as neither of you let gonofneach other's hands as you approached the fire upon being called for dinner.

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One Night With The Devil

reader x rafe x a hint of barry 

request: your masterlist tags said to send some barry requests, so, if you feel comfortable, what if you were rafe's girlfriend and he couldn't pay him the money he owed for drugs so instead they made a deal together where barry could have his way with you for a night as a way of rafe paying off his debt? 

(fyi, just in case you didn’t see it the first time: I COMPLETELY CHANGED THE POT FROM THE TEASER {but the barry part comes in part 2})

summary:  In which Barry would do anything to get the girl back. Screwing Rafe over in the process, well that’s just the icing.

(part one is basically just barry & y/n hurting rafe’s feelings) 

warnings: LOTS of cussing, lots of yelling, lots of anger, lots of talk about sex but no sex (yet)

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        She watched the sweat roll down his face, knowing that the sun’s rays weren’t the only reason for the salty perspiration. Rafe wrung his hands together, his shoulders rigid as he spoke with Barry. She didn’t need to hear the conversation to know that neither boy was happy about the situation, however, they showed very different emotions. Barry looked fed up with the rich boy, not wanting to hear another lame excuse as to why he, once again, didn’t have the money he owed. Even though the Cameron boy was much taller than the dealer, he couldn’t help but be afraid of the dealer. He had been threatened with his life and the very few things that he cherished, but he still somehow found the bravery every week to show up at Barry’s place with empty hands. 

        Y/n was well aware of Rafe's unhealthy habits, but after many, many attempts at trying to get him to stop or get help, it only resulted in yelling matches and tears. She was also well aware of the fact that she could do a lot better. Y/n had somehow always found herself involved with the wrong types of boys. From rich, stuck-up, coke-addicted, college dropouts to surfing, adventure chasing, daddy issues having, stoners to criminal, shotgun carrying, ex (most likely dishonorable) military, drug dealers. But that was just a few vague types. Guess Maybank and her current beau weren’t the only ones with daddy issues. At least she was happy in ⅔ of those relationships.

        Barry’s eyes moved to the young girl hiding behind the open door, biting his lip when she crossed her arms over her exposed chest in the low cut crop top, not realizing that it only made the skin more visible and teasing to his eye. 

“Damn, how the hell did you score that? Cause I’m picturing a few ways you could repay me.”

        Rafe looked up to Barry, confusion written on his face. He stood up straight and followed Barry’s eyes, watching his girlfriend stepping out from behind the door and closing it. Rafe took notice of how she seemed to be captivated by Barry's stare, neither being able to look away.

“Nah, man, she’s off-limits.” Hearing this made Barry laugh, knowing at one point in his life, he two could have muttered those same words about the same girl.

        He wished he could tell him the truth, the truth that Rafe has no idea about. The truth that lived before Barry himself even met Rafe, before he lost the girl. That girl was his, and he’ll be damned if he isn’t gonna get her again before the drugs get to him.

“Boy, when you gon’ get it. Ain’t none-a’ yo’ shit off-limits to me. As long as you owe me, yo’ shit, is my shit. But, ya’ know what, I've decided that I don't want yo' money anymore,” the boy looked over to where the young girl was still standing with a smirk on his lips. “I want something a little more personal to you."

“You’re joking, right? Like you can’t be serious-”

“Why cain’t I be?” This time Barry got right in Rafe’s face, invading his personal space, at least what was left of it.

“B-Because she’s- she’s a-”

“Because she’s what? A virgin? You one dumb mother fucker, Cameron. You know that? Look,  we both know that ain’t true. I know she’s a freak, and I know that she didn’t make you wait that long. She wanted it just as bad as you, didn’t she?” When Barry’s statements were met with silence, he continued.

“I told you. I run this shit, Cameron. Nothing happens on this island that I don’t know about. Not one girl that you get, hasn’t been through me yet, Country club. So you either tuck tail and go beg daddy for some big cash, or you tell yo’ sweetie over there to open up. Either way, you best get rid of that pride until I’m satisfied.”

        At that moment, Rafe weighed his options. He thought about how he could come clean to his dad, tell him about all the shit he had gotten himself into over the last two summers. How he started to sell things around the house to support his addiction, how he was the reason 2 out of 6 of his dad’s priceless watches somehow came up missing. He thought about how he could tell his girlfriend that she had to give it up to his drug dealer for him to drop his dues. He could only imagine how that would go over. But he was angry now. What the fuck was Barry talking about? What had Y/n not told him?

“You want me to WHAT?!”

        It had been a couple of hours since they were parked outside of the infamous trailer. Rafe had tried to wait it out as long as possible before telling her about the deal, but it was getting late and he knew that it was now or never.

“Trust me this is the last thing I want you to do. But-”

“Then why the fuck are you asking me to do it.” Y/n stood in his room with her fingertips on her temples. She couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Y/n watched Rafe smoke his joint while he sat against his headboard. Standing at the end of the bed, watching Rafe tilt his head back and drop it against the wall. She let the thoughts run through her head, all the questions she had. Running, chasing. Why did she let herself get here? Did she sleepwalk her entire relationship? What had she done to make the boy think he had some type of control or say so over her? “What the fuck is wrong with you, Rafe?”

“What’s wrong with me? How about how you? What’s going on with you and my drug dealer? Huh? You’re a liar!” Y/n couldn’t believe her ears. The things coming out of his mouth had her stumped.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about? First of all, I have been nothing but faithful to you, Cameron! And we both know you can’t say the same about yourself. Second of all, my relationship- my past relationship with Barry, is none of your damn business. We’ve had our troubles, but don’t you dare call me a liar, because I have ever only been honest with you. “

“If you’re so fucking honest then why didn’t you tell me that there was even a relationship. Do you know how fucking humiliating it is to have your drug dealer threaten your life and then in the same sentence tell you that he’s fucked your girlfriend before you even met? Because you didn’t tell me-”

“BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED! I’m so sorry that it’s hard for you to hear about all the guys on this island that fucked me before you did, but I’m not sorry for doing it. I’m sorry your pride doesn’t allow you to pull your head out of your ass and see that we’ve both been in other relationships before us. I don’t know what you want me to do, Rafe. What? You want me to list them? Is that what you want? Just in case you ever come in contact with one of them and they tell you about our past. Yeah, Barry was my boyfriend at one point. We’ve fucked multiple times. Wanna know who else? The Maybank kid you hate so damn much, fucked him too, more than once. I sucked Kelce off during my freshman year in the boy’s bathroom. Made out with Topper lord knows how many times. I’ve even hooked up with Kie. In your house, in your sister’s bed. So many people other than you have touched my body. That’s something you’re just gonna have to live with. Because I like sex, Rafe. A lot.” 

        Y/n wanted to make him angry. She wanted to see the blood rushing to his head, the veins in his arms getting tight. Wanted him to feel the anger, the same anger rushing through her. The same anger that had her ready to walk away. “Let’s not forget the time your father was willing to risk it all for me.”

“Shut up.” Rafe had traded his spot on the bed for the corner of his room. He was facing the wall with his head in his hands. Palm pressed into his ears. Y/n loved that the 6‘2, almost grown, boy looked like a kid throwing a tantrum. But she wasn’t done.

“What is that hard to hear? Does it hurt that the man you hate the most, the man who looks at you, his own son, with such hatred, almost fucked an underage girl?”

   Rafe was fuming at this point. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth barring down. He was in a hunched position as if the lower he got would allow the words to feel further away.

“I bet it sucks to know that the first time you introduced me to your family. Your friends. That we all had you fooled. Looking at each other, shaking hands as if none of us had never met before. I bet it makes you feel like less of a man, right? Silent whispers with our eyes, sharing secrets we each shared. Making a pact with our glances and our body language. You’re not the man anymore, are you rafe? I wish I had let Mr. Cameron touch me. Ward Cameron’s hands running all over my-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Rafe had snapped. Listening to her words. Hearing the details, it messed with his head. Fucked up his version of the last year. Before he could stop himself, he crossed the room and his hand was wrapped around her throat. He loved her and his body knew it. His grip wasn’t too tight. Nothing he hadn’t done to her before, but now it was different.

“Get your fucking hands off me.” Y/n lifted her hands and shoved Rafe’s shoulders away from her. When she looked back up at the boy she saw them. The tears. He had the nerve to cry, after everything he had put her through. The drugs, the abuse, the yelling, fighting, sex, lying, cheating. If she could deal with all of his bullshit without breaking down and losing her mind, then he had no fucking right to.

“I’m so done. I’m so over letting you run over me, controlling me. Thinking that you own me. Thinking you have the right to whore me out to save yourself. As if I’m some fucking toy. I’m a fucking human being, Rafe. And I’m done. We’re done. It’s over.”

        Rafe stood there, hopelessly watching, as the girl he didn’t know how to love but wanted to so bad, came to her senses and left. Feet planted, tears rolling. They had met his lips now and he could taste the salt. He watched as she packed all her shit up. She was good at remembering where all her leftover shit had been stored and it took her all of 5 minutes to pack it all up.

        When she opened his bedroom door and stepped out, she saw Sarah waiting on the steps with a couple of bathing suits in her hands. Y/n knew by the smirk on the girl’s face that she had heard everything, or at least the worst parts. Sarah stood up and leaned on the stair railing, handing the pastel-colored clothing down to the frustrated girl.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah laughed at the girl’s cringing, scrunched up face. She waved her hand and smiled down at her.

“It’s fine. Unlike some people, I know Topper had a life before me. But that Kie situation, something about my bed. Yeah, I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that one.” Y/n let out a small genuine laugh. She sympathetically smiled at the younger Cameron.

“That’s not what I was apologizing for.” Y/n looked shamefully towards the ground, feeling bad for what the girl had to hear about her family. She looked back up towards the staircase when she heard a sigh leave her lips.

“I’ve known that my dad has issues since I was pretty young. Honestly, I’m just glad that Wheezie and I weren’t the ones who got the fucked up genes. Especially me, I feel like Wheezie could hold her own, ya’ know?” At this Y/n chuckled and then reached for Sarah’s hand.

“Yeah, but if anyone’s holding their own, it’s definitely you, babe.”

“Love you, be safe,” Sarah watched as one of her closest friends started walking backwards towards her front door.

“Will do. Love you too.”

        With that Y/n let herself step outside of the house and into the outside world. Before she walked to her car, she let herself look around the yard. She wanted to take it in, all the memories. Good, bad. As much as she hated that she had let him put her through shit, she didn’t want to regret anything. She wanted to believe that it was something that she would one day look back on and smile. Smile at the thought of whatever she had learned, smile at whatever life experience she could apply the knowledge to. The young girl was done with letting Rafe damage her view on things. She wasn’t gonna let him hurt her anymore. Mentally, emotionally or physically. She was done.

        So as Y/n slid into the driver’s seat of her car and drove her way out of the Tannyhill yard, she allowed herself to hum along to the song playing on her radio. But when she reached the main road and her fingers unconsciously pushed the bar protruding from her steering wheel up, her eyes caught the green arrow on her dash pointing to the right. 

        Y/n turned her head towards the same direction and looked at the many houses that she knew people didn’t deserve. She knew that half the people in Figure 8 didn’t deserve half the things that they owned. They were stuck up, rich white people (most of them anyway) that didn’t give a shit about anybody but themselves. So instead of turning right, towards her own medium-sized home, with her warm bed, where her family was waiting. She turned left.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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Summer loving - JJ x Reader - Chr 1

Summary: You and Sarah had been best friend forever. Your fathers were friends and business partners, resulting in the two of you meeting often ever since you were little kids and you spending a lot of summers with her on the island. And a lot has changed since you were there last summer. Sarah was now hanging out with the pogues and you were quite nervous to meet them. Apart form that you had developed a small crush on JJ trough all the pictures and stories you got from Sarah. The upcoming summer was going to be an interesting one for sure. (Warning - it’s a slooowburn)

Read the Prologue first!

A/N: First of all thank you all so much for the support on the prologue! It really means a lot to me. I hope you all wil like the first real chapter and I would love to hear what you think about it! I’m quite happy with how it turned out so I'll hope you enjoy it. xx 

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex

“Y/n you’re here!” 

Before you could register the body running towards you, you were almost tackled by Sarah as she wrapped you in a hug.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She exclaimed, still hugging you. “This summer is going to be amazing. I’ve got all these things planned and everyone is so exited to meet you.”

“I’ve missed you too!” You laughed as Sarah finally let go of you.

As Sarah rambled on about what you would be doing during the next few weeks you looked around. Not much had changed since you last were here. The only difference was, that now, there were a lot more tourists than during Christmas. The docks were buzzing with all the workers and hopelessly lost visitors. It made you feel at home. You had missed the island and all of its charms.

You spend whole ride to Sarah’s house listening to all the things she had planned. 

“Okay so you definitely need to learn how to surf.”

“Why? You never liked surfing before.” You noted with a hint of sarcasm.

“Well yeah that was before I tried it.” She said as she rolled her eyes at you.

“And you know who would be the perfect teacher for you?” 

“JJ!” She grinned and began to laugh when she saw your eyes widen.

“No way I’m doing that.” You sputtered. “And for you information I have no desire to learn how to surf.”

“Well that’s a shame because I already asked JJ if he would teach you and he agreed.” She announced proudly. “It would be a good way to get to know each other, since he is the only one you’ve never met before.”

“You did WHAT?” You yelped. “Oh my god I hate you.” You said as you buried your hand in your hands “You are going to be the dead of me Cameron.”.

After you had arrived and greeted Ward and Rose, Sarah showed you your room. You usually bunked up together, but since you were staying for a longer time this summer you had agreed to stay in one of the spare rooms. According to Sarah it had nothing to do with the fact that John B stayed over quite often, but you didn’t buy her bullshit.

“It’s fine Sarah. I get it. You just need to get your John D.” You joked and quickly dodged the hand that came flying to your head. 

“Excuse you! At least I’m getting some.” She replied before giving you a wink and disappearing down the hall. 

“I’ll be in my room if you need me. We’re leaving at six tonight, don’t be late.” She shouted before you heard her door fall into the lock.

You were going to meet the others at The Wrack, the restaurant owned by Kiera’s parents, for dinner, giving you the afternoon to unpack all of your things and settle in. Your room was situated next to Sarah’s with a bathroom the two of you shared on the opposite side of the hallway. 

You plopped onto the bed for a second before you got to work putting away all of your things. After you were done you decided to take a quick shower and get ready before you guys would leave for dinner. 

Just before six Sarah barged into you room.

“You ready Y/N?” She asked you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied with a small smile.

“Lets go then.” 

You had decided to walk to the restaurant since you were going to John B’s afterwards for your ‘welcome party’ and you had agreed to spend the night there. That way you wouldn’t have to worry about getting home after drinking.

When The Wreck came in to sight you unconsciously slowed down. Your nerves suddenly taking over. What if they would not like you. You would ruin the whole summer for everyone. Your mind was already making up every possible scenario how you would screw everything up when Sara took your hand and gave you a reassuring squeeze. She knew how nervous you were to meet the crew. 

“It’s alright Y/N.” She said as she gave you a smile and pulled you to the entrance. The restaurant was packed with customers and you and Sarah had to squeeze your way past the people waiting to be too seated, excusing yourself but still earning some dirty looks from them. John B spotted the two of you coming in and waved to get you attention.

“Over here!” He shouted, quickly being shushed by Kiera before she shot her dad an apologetic look. 

You walked over to the table and Sarah introduced you to the group.

“Y/N the crew, the crew Y/N.” She said as she gestured between you and them. She quickly gave John B a kiss before plopping down on the empty seat next to him.

“Nice to meet and re-meet all of you.” You joked, earning yourself a laugh from the group sitting at the table. 

“It good to see you again Y/N.” Kiera smiled at you and patted the seat next to her “Come sit.” 

You sat down between her and Pope, John B sitting across form you. Pope gently nudged you shoulder once you were seated.

“Long time no see.” He said with a smile on his face. 

“Yeah it is good te be back.” You smiled back.

Opposite from Pope JJ scraped his throat to get your attention.

“Well, since apparently I’m the only one you’ve never met, I’m JJ.” He said while stretching out his hand to shake yours.

“Nice to finally meet you JJ, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You grinned.

“Okay now that everyone’s introduced, the most important part of this evening.” John B said with a smirk “What are we going to eat?”

The rest of the dinner went by smoothly and you were surprised how easily the group absorbed you. It started with you and John B bonding over your love for cheesy fries and within half an hour you were all talking and laughing together. As you had promised yourself, you made sure to tell some embarrassing story’s about Sarah from when you were younger to get your revenge on her.

You were laughing at one of JJ story’s about him working as a busboy with an enormous hangover and you felt this was your moment to strike.

“You know that makes me think of the first time Sarah and I convinced the bartender we were allowed to drink at some business event from our parents.” You laughed. 

Sarah’s head immediately snapped your way.

“Y/N don’t you da..” She threatened you but was quickly muffled by John B’s hand in front of her mouth.

“Halfway through the evening she somehow lost one of her heels and ended up limping around like an idiot before throwing up in one of the bushes.” You continued regardless of Sarah and making everyone but her burst laughing.

“You know Y/N,” JJ laughed “you are exactly what we needed. These are the stories we never hear from Sarah.” 

His comment made you smile way too hard and you felt the butterflies come alive in your stomach. You surely had it bad for this boy. 

“Okay guys I think it is time to go now.” Sarah proposed, cheeks red form embarrassment.

“You wish is my command, Cinderella” JJ joked before quickly making his way to the exit of the restaurant and blowing a kiss to Sarah as she flipped him off. 

The rest of the crew followed him to the van while you and Sarah stayed behind to pay, since you insisted on paying this time.

“You really have a death wish now do you Y/N.” Sarah joked and poked you in your side, making you jump.

“What can I say, I could not not tell them this amazing story.” You smirked at her. 

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The ride to John B was not long, but with six people in the van is was a little cramped. Pope had called shotgun, which left you, Kiera, Sarah and JJ seated in the back. When you entered pretty much all the seating space was taken. You stood there a little hopeless before JJ noticed you.

“You know you can sit on my lap if you want.” He said and wiggled his eyebrows. Leaving you speechless for a second. You were starting to turn red as you opened and closed your mouth trying to find something to say.

“I euh..” 

“Kidding Y/N, I’ll scoot over.” He said laughing. 

“Oh my god can you keep it in your pants for once Maybank” Kiera jokingly complained.

You seated yourself in the narrow space next to him, being squeezed between him and the side of the van, your cheeks still red with embarrassment. 

During the ride you tried not to focus too much on how you body was pressed to JJ. Your shoulders and thighs were touching and every time the van sped up you got pressed together even more. JJ did not seem to notice, as he was talking with Sarah, but you could not help yourself. Your heart was definitely racing harder than usual.

When you looked out of the window you noticed how the houses you passed seemed to get smaller and less comfortable with every passing minute. You had never really been to this side of the island before and it felt like a whole new world opened up to you. The reality outside of Figure Eight. 

John B rolled into the driveway and everyone made their way over to the house to plop down on the porch. Kiera went inside to get drinks and handed them to everyone. 

As Sarah opened her beer, she raised it to make a toast. 

“To the newest member of the crew, Y/N!” 

“To Y/N!” Everyone echoed and that was the beginning. 

The evening started with one of JJ stupid drinking games to, according to him, ‘get things going’.

“Okay so if you roll 1, 3 or 5 you drink that many sips and if you roll 2, 4 or 6 you get to choose who has to drink the amount of sips.” He explained as if it was one of the most difficult games known to humans.

“So basically you just drink a lot?” You remarked.

“Yeah that’s the idea smart ass.” He pointed out. “We’re here to gave a good time, not a long one.” 

The game went on for way too long, until Kiera accidentally dropped the dice between the planks of the wooden deck and you were forced to stop. By that time everyone was pretty drunk already and it was getting quite late. John B and Sarah had gone into the house to ‘get some more to drink’, but when JJ went to check on them he shut the door as soon as he opened it.

“Jeez get a room already.” He grumbled before sitting back down with the rest.

“Fuck of JJ.” you heard John B form inside “You’re just jealous.” Followed by a giggle form Sarah and the slamming of a door.

“Thats my que.” Pope cringed and got up. “Good night everyone see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah I’m leaving too.” Kiera said and got her things to follow Pope. “Bye guys.”

“Be safe! Use protection!” JJ shouted to them as they walked away, causing Kiera to flip him off before they disappeared into the night. 

Now that they were gone, you realised how tired you actually were. It had been a long day and you were ready to roll into bed.

“Allright I’m going to bed too.” You yawned and got up to walk into the house. 

“Wait you’re sleeping here too?” JJ questioned you surprised.

“Yeah?” You answered not understanding what the problem was. “Sarah said I could sleep on the pull out.” 

“Well I’m staying over too.” He explained but due to the alcohol in your system in took a while before you realised what he meant. 

‘Oh..” Was all you could bring out. 

“It’s alright I’ll just sleep in one of the hammocks.” JJ said with a timid smile already getting up.

“No, no it’s alright.” You said as you reached for his arm to stop him “We’ll just share the bed. You can’t sleep outside.” 

“If you don’t mind.” He smiled. “Otherwise I can always sleep on the floor.”

“No it’s fine JJ.” You assured him.

The both of you went inside and got ready for bed. Sarah had dropped off some stuff you could borrow from her earlier today, to make sure you could change into something more comfortable and brush your teeth. When you walked out of the bathroom JJ was already lying on the bed scrolling trough is phone. He was just wearing some short sweatpants that he apparently had lying around and you took a minute to admire the view. 

“Take a picture, I’ll last longer.” He quipped as he put his phone aside to look at you. 

When you realised he caught you staring you felt your cheeks turning red. You quickly switched off the light so he wouldn’t notice and made your way over to the bed and got in. 

You laid awkwardly next to each other for a moment before you forced yourself to get over it and focus on getting some actual sleep.

“Goodnight JJ.” You whispered as you turned to your side, your back facing him. 

“Goodnight.” He whispered back.

You felt the blanket shift as he turned as well and within minutes you heard his breath steadying. You could feel the heat his body radiated against your back and you were surprised how comforting it felt. Of course you had shared a bed with someone before, but this time felt different and before you knew it you felt yourself drifting off into a deep sleep. 

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Seconds (4)

~During the time of the order of Umbridge and the dumbledore army, you have no problems summoning your Patronus, doing it on the daily, watching the dragon fly around your room, but once you see someone who catches your eye who has troubles, you’re determined to find his happy moment

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“Have fun going back to Hogwarts, don’t die i’d like to see you graduate in a couple years,” Ryker said standing infront of me with Milly as the three of us stood infront of the Hogwarts Express.

“Yeah don’t worry, I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, you can’t get ride of me that easily,” I chuckled sticking my tongue out at my brother.

Ryker turned his head and I followed his direction. “Looks like your boyfriend just showed up,” Neville walked threw the platform, appearing with a smile, spotting me.

“Not my boyfriend, he’s just a friend,” I rolled my eyes and looked back at my brother. “See you in a couple months,” 

Ryker and Milly gave me a slight hug. “Don’t let that boy break your heart,” Milly whispered then let me go.

“Bye,” I walked away from the duo, towards Neville who was waiting for me with his bag in hand.

“How was your christmas break?” Neville teased, for something unbelievable the boy looked almost twice as tall then when I had last seen him, only a couple days prior.

“Pretty good,” I looked down at the little plant in his hand he was holding. “Whats that?” 

“My nan bought it, asked me to give it to you,” Neville extended his hands, pushing the Aloe Vera plant towards me.

I gladly took the plant, turning my head to Ryker and Milly who were watching from a distance. “You’ll have to tell your nan I said thank you, they’re my favorite,”

“She knows her plant people, come on we don’t wanna be late,” Neville picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder and walked passed me, I shot one more look at Ryker and Milly who were smiling, then following Neville onto the train.

“Hey Lia,” Hermione greeted as Neville and I entered the Gryffindor section of the train, the first section. “How was your winter break?” Neville took the window seat and I had taken the seat beside him, placing my new plant on the table.

“Spend it with someone special,” I smiled looking over at Neville who blushed. “Went to one of those secret underground Carnivals, had dinner with my grandmother who wasn’t as bad as last time and fought with my brother ever day,” I paused catching my breath. “How about you?”

Before Hermione could answer my question Harry Potter and Ron Weasley walked in laughing then spotting us.

“Bloody hell Neville, we don’t see you for two weeks and look at you, build like a rock,”  Ron joked sliding in beside Hermione, Harry gave me a slight smile then sat down.

“Guess my nans knows what to feed me?” Neville shrugged his shoulders not thinking anything off it.

“I was thinking Neville,” Harry paused connecting his fingers together. “We could practice more on your Patronus, i’m sure there's a happy memory in your head somewhere, we’ll just have to work on it,”

I looked over at Neville and smiled, picking my plant up and placing is on my lap, running my fingers along the green vines that ran up the soil

“I’m sure i’ve made quite a few happy memories this winter break, but that's a good idea, thank you Harry,” I smiled at Neville words, not looking up and continued brushing my hands along the plant, admiring the details and the feeling this plant and I had towards a certain boy.

Harry, Ron and Hermione took of, grabbing something to eat and I placed my plant back on the table, leaning against Neville.

“I wanna thank you for this summer Liana,” Neville whispered wrapping his arm around me so we were leaning against each other. “I’ve never gone out with friends, or done anything like we did,”

I looked up at Neville with a smile, admiring the dimples that happened when he smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you’ve made happy memories, i’m dying to see what your Patronus is,”

“You two look pretty cozy,” Dean Thomas winked walk into our part of the train. “Nice plant,” Dean walked back out and Neville let out a low laugh.

“What?” I asked looking up at him confused.

“Nothing, nothing, but I think I might close my eyes, makes the train ride go by faster,” Neville leaned himself against the window, opening his arm up a little more so I could move closer.

“Good idea,” I whispered leaning my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to Neville's heartbeat that was a normal pace, he wasn’t nervous. 

Unsure of how many hours passed the sky was dark when I fluttered my eyes open and we were slowly approaching Hogwarts, the train stopped waking Neville up in the progress.

“Told you sleeping it makes things go faster,” Neville whispered not moving. 

“Yeah it does,” I sat myself up looking around, it was only Neville and I sitting in the cart. “Come on, we should get going,” I picked up my plant and yawned.

Neville and I walked off the train, Harry, Hermione and Ron already walking towards a carriage, getting in with Luna, she had only left my house yesterday after asking her dad to stay over.

“Hello,” Hermione smiled helping Neville and I up. “How was your nap?” She asked making me smile

“Oh dear, your full of nargles,” Luna Lovegood pipped up lowering her book. I looked at her confused. “they come from mistletoes,”

“I haven’t been near any mistletoes,” I shrugging my shoulders and leaned back at the carriage started moving towards Hogwarts. 

“You know, I forgot all about Umbridge this winter break, can’t believe Dumbledore isn’t doing anything about her,” Hermione mumbled crossing her arms.

“I don’t think he can Hermione, it’s the ministry, and going against the ministry is basically sending yourself to Azkaban, just asking to be kissed by the dementors,” Ron snorted making Hermione a bi annoyed.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” I shrugging my shoulders leaning back in my seat. “The real topic, what are we going to be doing for Dumbledore's army, rumors are that your brothers are planning to slip some things into Flitches seat so he’ll be stuck,” I looked at Ron making him smile.

“Bloody hell I wouldn’t be surprised if Fred and George did that, i’m actually quiet excited to duel, Hermione, I bet I could bet you know, i’ve been practicing at home,” Ron said looking at Hermione who looked at Ron in disbelief.

“Oh Ron, your so full of yourself,” Hermione chuckled leaning back in her seat, the six of us relaxed, enjoying the carriage ride, Hogwarts coming into our sights.

“Nice necklace,” Harry said looking over at me, I looked down at the necklace around my neck. The deathly Hallow necklace Lunas dad had gotten me laid out of my shirt.

“Thanks,” I smiled tucking it in. “Lunas dad got it for me,” 

“We’re here,” Hermione said standing up and changing the topic, she jumped off first, followed by Luna, Ron, Harry and Neville. 

“Take my hand, I don’t want you to fall,” Neville said with a soft voice putting his hand out, I held onto the plant tight, grabbing onto Nevilles hand with my free hand.

“Thanks,” I smiled walking side by side into the gates of the school where Professor Flitwick was ticking off names after names as we all walked in.

The six of us walked into the schools, slowly making our way to the hall to feast our hearts out, and by the looks of things Unbridge had added more rules.

“There will be no fowl talk,” I read outloud looking at the list of new rules outside of the great hall. “Well shit guys, we’re fucked,” I joked making everyone laugh.

“Do you not know how to read girl?” Umbridge asked standing behind me, I turned around looking at her.

“Clearly I do, I just read that damn rule, I think we should be able to make our own choice you know, not like your stupid rules are stopping us from fucking doing shit,” I hissed crossing my arms, I heard snickered behind me.

“Detention,” Umbridge cried out walking forward and passed me into the dinning hall.

“Why would you do that?” Neville asked holding me back as everyone walked into the hall. “You know how her detention goes,”

“Neville i’ll be fine, someone's got to give the girl some trouble, plus i’ve got some things up my sleeves,” I winked smiling up at Neville who looked at me nervously.

“Your pretty daring, I don’t think I could ever do that,” Neville said truthfully.

“I’m sure there's some things you think you can’t do Neville, but life might push you to just do those things,” I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Come on, i’m starving,”

Dinner went smoothly, Umbridge said her usual words of “encouragement” to everyone, telling the news rules. Dumbledore wasn’t there, making Harry anxious and nervous as we walked back to the common room.

“Meeting for Dumbledore's army in a hour, spread the word,” Harry lowly said to the twins who nodded their heads taking off, Harry walked to his room in silence, well Hermione and I walked to our, leaving Neville to go to his room as well.

“So you and Neville spend the break together?” Hermione asked casual unpacking her things.

“Yeah, I wanted to see if I could get a happy memory out of him, but he’s actually a good friend, we even got each other christmas presents,” I replied placing my Aloe Plant on my nightstand, smiling at it, then turned to my bag, taking out the picture frame. “See,” I turned to show Hermione.

She looked at the picture for a second with a smile. “You two are really cute,” Hermione chuckled continued to look at the picture. “Do you think you’d ever snog him?” she asked making me laugh.

“I’ve thought about it,” I turned back around, placing my picture frame beside my new plant. “I mean it has to be the right moment, with Dean is was just a truth or dare, remember that,”I laughed at the memory making Hermione laugh.

“That night was insane, Ron dared Harry to run naked, of course the firewhisky didn’t help,” Hermione added making my smile brighter. 

“We should get going to the meeting, im sure the boys have left already, we’re always the first ones there anyways,” I suggested grabbing my robe from my bed and slipping it on.

“Your as right as you’ll ever be,” Hermione said following me out of the room, we quietly left the common room, sneaking into the Room Of Requirements.

“Hey Lia, Hermione,” Harry said looking at us from the mirror, him and Neville stood beside each other, looking at the pictures that were hung up.

“What are we doing today Professor?” Ron asked prancing into the room behind us cheerful, to happy for my liking.

“The Patronus charm, I wanna see if the winter break helps anyone who couldn’t produce it, I know quite a few people had a heart time,”

A frown moved on Neville's face and his head tilted down just a bit.

“Neville,” Harry said chiming the boys head to look up at him. “Why don’t you try again, since there's no one here maybe that will ease the nervous,” Harry suggested making Neville more nervous then he already was.

“Okay,” Neville said quietly, we all backed up giving him some space as he raised his wand, I smiled nervously watching his wand raise in the air. “Expecto Patronum,” Neville called out, the four of us fell to the ground as a dragon shot out of his wand, I smiled casually watching the dragon fly along the room, then landing at Neville's feet lookin at us.

“Matching Patronus,” Hermione whispered in my ear, we still laid on the ground, watching the dragon roam around the floor, looking at us still. 

[georgemackayhey]

Something Good

"Hey! I wanted to shyly request a George fic, I had daydream where the reader had a long hard day and takes a shower to relax and George comes in with her and they share some soft fluffy moments just enjoying each others company you know?? Anyways I’d love it if you’d entertain this idea, thanks so much!! I love your writing!!!"

Nonny, how did you know this was exactly what I needed? Please do enjoy this soft sweet George blurb during these very stressful times. My inbox is open for anyone who wants to chat about things! ♡

w/c: 1k

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The world had gone to shit.

You knew that on good days, but on bad ones, you were reminded of exactly how hard it was to stay otherwise positive.

So you sped home, thinking of nothing but standing under the hot shower and started shedding layers the second you passed through the front door. You washed up without haste, anxious to have nothing more to do than to stand idly under the scalding water until it ran out.

This was something you did when feeling particularly stressed, distraught, negative. But as you stood trying to forget how poorly you felt, you were still bogged by all the built up worries. Whether it was because there seemed to be far much more to worry about, or because you hadn't taken the time to properly process things, you couldn't tell. You just felt bad.

A tiny spark of delight ignited when you heard the bedroom door open and shut from a distance, George was home. You knew he'd soon meander into the bathroom, like always. This was almost always where you met at the end of the day. He would brush his teeth while you finished up whatever you might have started, chattering about your days before heading to bed.

"I'm home, love!" George warmly informed as he entered. His voice echoed through the tile-covered room and settled your nerves for just a moment. But you just didn't have it in you to muster an equally cheery response.

"Hi," You greeted in a small sigh. Of course, you were glad he was finally around, but still so fogged by your worries that you couldn't quite move past them.

"How's it goin' in there, love?" George asked in a cautious lilt.

"It's one of those days, ya know?" You informed, trying to relax under the water. He would have known what you meant, how you sometimes lingered in the shower on the really rough days.

"I'm coming in, not to worry," George informed decidedly.

In the blink of an eye, he was stepping into the shower behind you, reaching to pull you close.

You were surprised, never having stepped foot here with George without an event much more sultry in mind. But now he joined you looking just as tired, just as in need of a moment of quiet.

He pressed kisses on your shoulder as you turned to face him, practically melting in his embrace.

What surprised you the most was knowing you both knew the world was shit, and how much you both had to worry over, but how George seamlessly swayed conversation toward the bright side of things. He tightened his hold around your middle, warmer than the water, you were now the most comfy. And he talked about how his favorite house plant grew a new flower, and how he'd found your favorite old show to queue up later. He talked about hearing your favorite song on the radio as he drove home, thinking of you.

You listened to the man ramble on about how excited he was for summer, and all the fun adventures he'd been planning on taking you on. You listened and rested against him, feeling the layers of your worry dissolve down the drain.

You predicted that the water would start to turn before too long, and George made quick work of washing up. You helped by running your fingers through his tousled hair, humming a tune and admiring the way he closed his eyes, contentedly.

"What's your favorite Elvis song?" You wondered out of sheer curiosity, and on a bit of a mission to keep the conversation light-hearted.

"Jailhouse Rock of course." George rolled his eyes with a smirk as he reached to turn off the water.

"Oh, of course, huh?" You giggled as George gently guided you out into the steam-filled bathroom.

"Which is yours, love?" George seemed to truly want to know as he reached for your towel before you could. He wrapped it across your shoulders with care as you responded.

"If I say I Can't Help Falling In Love, would that make me too basic?" You asked with a chuckle.

"No way," George assured, pulling you toward him by the ends of your towel and holding you close for just a moment. You stayed snuggled against him for a moment, taking note of his warm skin, his gentle breathing, and the way his hands pressed against your back.

As you took turns helping each other into your favorite cozy pj's, you kept asking silly questions like...

"What's the stupidest joke you can think of?"

"Do you have a favorite sound?"

"If you could only ever wear one outfit which would it be?"

You laughed your way from the bathroom, turning out the light and shuffling toward the bed. You rested against your collection of pillows and blankets, watching as George turned on the telly, rambling about how he just couldn't choose his very own spirit animal.

He clamored into bed with a sleepy smile, practically laying on top of you with a gratified sigh.

That evening as your favorite shows played on low volume, the blue flickering light set you at ease as you laid facing George. The pair of you continuing a lazy conversation, each question turning more outlandish than the last.

George traced patterns against your shoulder and you tangled your legs with his, letting out belly laughs over the nonsense you'd found yourself lost in. It was as if he was weighing you down, keeping you from floating off into the madness.

Some of your worries had been long forgotten. Others stayed undercover in the back of your mind. While you knew they were there, lurking until morning, you paid them no mind.

You would work everything else out later. You could sleep on all your jumbled thoughts and worries,  and sort them away when the time was right. For now, you had George.

You had the comfort of his closeness. And his sweet smile that grew a little wider with each second he waited for you to laugh at another stupid joke. You had the humbling delight of knowing that when you woke up to your worries, that George would still be snuggled close to you, balancing everything out.

And, you had a sneaking suspicion that by morning he would have thought up more goofy questions to ask as you trekked downstairs to make and share breakfast together.

You had George now, and you knew he wasn't going anywhere. The thought was enough to relax you completely, enough for your eyes to grow heavy with sleep. As you drifted, you still had George.

While he pretended to watch whatever had been left on the telly, his attention was still focused on you; still tracing patterns on your skin.

You wanted to sleep, to finally let go. But you kept telling yourself to hold out for a little while longer. Because every time George found a new spot to run his fingers along you would smile, and you knew he was smiling too.

The world had gone to shit, but even on the really bad days, you had George.

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[online-vibes]

TW:// SEXUAL HARRASSMENT

these men right here scarred me mentally to the point i can barely fall asleep at night. kinda like right now.

before i go into detail, I will say this, I was a fan of them for 3 whole years. In the midst of those 3 long years, I went to every event they had occuring in my state. I used to listen to their music daily and had a fan account, in which I no longer use. Point being, I was a basically a stan of them and tried to defend them majority of the time. However, if you know this band, you would know they had a lot of bs going on behind the scenes. To sum it up, they weren’t innocent as they appeared. I knew that. But, I swallowed my pride and stood by them like a lost puppy until late June. I will not go into detail about the allegations the surface, but know that I believe every victim that came forward. And I bet you can guess what this post is going to be about.

It’s really hard for me to type this right now, but this has to be said to protect other minors who is a fan of them. Also, if you don’t believe me right now, I suggest to stop reading at this point because what I will be discussing is 100% true.

In 2018, I was sexually harrassed by Edwin Honoret during the funktion tour.

If you went to the funktion tour, you would know that they had meet & greets & early entry vip passes. At the time, I scored meet & greet passes at the last minute before my concert so I was geeked and nervous. This would be my first time meeting them(as a whole) so you can only imagine how I felt.

When it was my turn to greet them, I instantly froze. Like, I deadass stared at them for a couples of minutes, until Edwin spoke up, asking if I wanted a group hug. I eagerly nodded my head, though nothing came out of my mouth due to the fact I was on the verge of passing out. And so we all gathered together in a tight close-knit hug. However, in the midst of this hug, one of the guys, Edwin to be exact, nearly grabbed my butt when he wrapped his arms around my waist. I nearly froze when this happened. I waited until they pulled away to quickly explain my pose and tried to convince myself that didn’t happen because no one wants to admit that they have been basically touched inappropriately.

It’s 2020 now. It took me 2 whole years to talk about this because I really push this horrid memory at the back of my brain and basically pretended like everything was fine. When in reality, I was drowning. Hence this post. I didn’t think anyone would believe me. I told my family and was basically victim blamed by my mother. “These things happens at those type of concerts,” She said. I understand what she meant but at the time, I just wanted her to express some sort of compassion towards me. I didn’t recieve that. I really wanted just one person to believe me.

But, the story doesn’t end there. That same night, Nick Mara wanted me and a few other minors to go backstage with him. I wish I would’ve caught it on video but I was too perplexed and thought it was a joke. In retrospect, he was most likely serious. It all happened so fast. It was only me and a few other girls who were most likely minors at barrier taking pictures, trying to relieve the night. We see nick appear backstage. He notices us and waves then suddenly motions his hands towards backstage as if he’s saying: “come back here.” The other girls giggled, yet I only nervously laughed. I had an eerily feeling behind the ordeal, yet again, I shook it off. Now it all makes sense. That man only cared about one thing and it doesn’t matter if they’re a minor or not. He needs serious counseling & a jail cell.

Moving forward to the previous year, 2019. My dumbself bought not one but TWO meet & greet tickets to the fomo tour. I was suppose to meet them in my current state & two other states, but thank god the show after mine got cancelled.

Anyways, I wasn’t half nervous as I was meeting them this time due to my sleep deprivation state. (I was outside for 8 freaking hours, queueing). If you went to the fomo tour, you would know about the outrageous rules they had. One of them being that you couldn’t pose with them, in which all of us eventually did. Basically, they were required to give you a group hug when you first walk in to meet them.

Well, when it was my turn, I wanted to stand in between two memebers, so I had to politely to Brandon to switch with someone, but he wouldn’t. Edwin saw this yet he kept insisting on me to join their little group hug. Eventually, I did and Brandon did move, but I could tell he was a little moody. I don’t know if it was because of me or not. Just before leaving my m&g, I accidentally tripped over Brandon’s shoe, nearly losing my balance and gave me an attitude apology. Yet again, I was perplexed to say anything so all I did was smile and nod.

Look, I know he probably had something going on that day and I respect that, but that fucking moment replayed in my brain until the damn concert started. Also, I don’t believe that he was in a bad mood at all. I just think he didn’t like me. I asked someone how her experience and mentioned brandon and she said he was completely fine. I’m not saying he’s a bad guy because we all have our days but, he needs an attitude check. For some reason, I always felt like we wouldn’t get along because he seems so shallow. You can call me dramatic, I don’t care.

Now, you can choose to believe me or not. I really don’t mind. I wouldn’t do this just for the hell out of it. I’m trying to let you all know who you’re really stanning. I know what I mentioned probably “isn’t that serious” or that I should get over it but that’s not how trauma works. This summer has been hell for me. One moment I’m fine then the next I’m drowning again. I’ve been groomed before so this situation literally triggered old memories I didn’t even know I had. I can’t even listen to their music and even reading their damn tweets gets my heart racing as if I’m going to pass out.

I apologize if this post is really long. I just needed to get this out. If you’re looking for proof, meet them yourselves & you will eventually see. Maybe they’ve changed. I highly doubt it, considering Edwin is back to his manipulative tatics along with Nick’s ignorance to the whole ordeal. I can’t even speak on the other three. But I will say this, be careful who you become a fan of. Do not stay silent to try to protect someone who wouldn’t even save you in shallow water. It’s okay to speak out against your favs, even if it hurts their barely-there reputation.

[blkmxrvel]

Dating Wanda Maximoff Would Include

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Request: —

Warnings: Implied smut

A/N: I've been dead lately! I have finals and essays all this week and I've been stressing out about that, so writing has been on the back burner for now. I'm sorry if Wanda is ooc, it's been awhile since I've watched the older marvel movies, but I hope you enjoy it!

you were a foster kid, she was an orphan. You had spent your whole high school career being the punchline of everyones joke, the doormat for everyone's feet and you were just tired of it

but then again you were used to it

so when this random girl came up and stopped you from getting the beatdown of your life, you can bet your bottom dollar you didn't believe it one bit, because no one just does that, not for you

you had trust issues and rightfully so

avoiding her like the damn plague for the next couple of months

something about her just made you nervous

the way she smiled at you when you passed each other in the hallways, her laugh at your shocked face when she sat next to you in lunch

she was a persistent one, that girl. and you didn't even know her name

but you let her stick around, she wasnt all that bad, she was pretty damn cute

doing everything in pairs, school, homework, recreation, you two became the best of friends

when her powers manifested, you were the first one she told.

helping her control her powers

"how on earth are you going to help me?"

"I've seen enough superhero programs to know what I'm doing, red."

of course you both fell in love with each other, what were you supposed to do? Be platonic? No ma'am

you didn't learn her name until you graduated that summer

can you believe it? 5 months of basically being attached at the hip, and you've only known her red

what can you say? mystery is hot

when you did learn her name, though, you couldn't stop saying it.

"hi wanda maximoff" "excuse me miss maximoff, don't be hostile"

staying in contact after graduation of course

you aging out of the foster care system and finally being free

"so y/n, now that you're an independent, liberated adult, what's the first thing you want?"

"a home."

and so a home is what you got, in more ways than one of course

you and Wanda had decided that it would only be fitting for you to move in together, so after 2 years of living in abandoned houses and steady jobs, you two were able to save up and lease your own apartment

it was in new york, you both loved the busy cities

the love between you two never faded, only got stronger, but of course you two never said anything

girls night in, every night, those were wands favorites

she loved the quiet night in with her best friend, and boy did she love her best friend

you in pajamas, messy hair, no make-up, happy vibes, wanda couldn't think of anything better

falling asleep during the really long movies it documentaries, that happened often.

you couldn't sleep without hugging something, somehow, someway, your arms will find a cuddly object. And on movie nights, that just so happened to be wanda

she definitely didn't mind

wanda wrapping her arms around you and holding you tight, kissing your forehead just to hear the little sigh come out your mouth

fast forward and wanda just couldn't take it anymore, her love for you was bursting at the seams

she wanted to ask you out, but wanda the shy awkward mess she was (especially around you) knew she couldn't just ask you to be her girlfriend straight out, so she used what she knew best: her powers

it wasn't manipulative, not in the slightest. she wouldn't implant images in your mind to compel you to confess your undying love for her. that would be dumb. no.

she went through an "uncontrollable spell" with her powers. she already had a telepathic link, so connecting her thoughts to yours would be easy. All she had to do was....be unfiltered, which wasn't as hard as it seems

girls nights seemed like the best for wanda, for obvious reasons, and her nerves were really on edge that day, so when you stepped into the living room in just an oversized t-shirt and your classic messy bun, wanda nearly died

"god im so gay" and "she's so pretty oh my why is she so perfect" were wanda's first initial thoughts, she made sure that her thoughts went to your brain and based on the way your cheeks flushed, they did.

the movie started, and Wanda forgot about your connection. You started getting closer to her, eventually wrapping your arms around her middle and resting your head on her shoulder. This was nothing new, you two were those kind of best friends.

"I would get the urge to kiss her right now, dammit Wanda, there goes that. But wow is she the love of my life." You tensed, before during up and staring at Wanda. "Do it. Kiss me. Please." It took wanda a minute to register was happening but once she did...

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she'd never felt so.... at home, before than when she did kissing you, it was amazing.

from then on, you both kinda knew what this was between you. You didn't establish anything official, because...awkward, but it was pretty clear that you both were off the market.

you began dating pre-avengers, so it was pretty "normal" for the most part

you were both introverted and loners, so you didn't really have to worry about telling anyone, not that you were relieved, but you were relieved

Wanda's date nights are the best thing to ever happen. Her powers + her superb listening skills = the most thoughtful and planned out date ever. it was always things you had never done, or had longed to do again. You felt pretty inadequate, so planning date nights always gave you anxiety bc you had pretty big shoes to fill.

You loved staying in, and just being together alone and in the moment, so you always had some type of home activity to do. Whether it was playing board games and drinking until 3am or making a birdhouse even though you don't own any animals, or watching movie after movie and pulling all nighters together, Wanda always enjoyed herself

you two complemented each other pretty well

Wanda never had to worry about you getting harmed, earlier in your relationship. But once she joined yhe avengers, that completely changed. You got phone calls every 2 hours, your location was always on, you weren't allowed to walk home by yourself (because yes, even though you loved all the avengers and agents of shield, you needed your own space, so if that meant Wanda making Tony design a decked top-level security house for the two of you, then so be it). You were thoroughly trained by Natasha and Bucky to fight hand to hand combat, and you never went anywhere without some type of makeshift weapon.

Wanda just didn't know what she would do if she ever lost you. You didn't complain, not one bit. Knowing she was sleeping a little bit better without another worry on her shoulders was enough convincing.

Speaking of, you loved the compound. It was one of your favorite places to be when Wanda was on missions, Jarvis was your favorite. Dont tell anyone else that.

you enjoyed your training sessions with Natasha, science experiments with Bruce, nights out on the town with Wanda, video games with Sam and cap, late-night rants with Tony, cooking with Bucky, and teaching Thor about the world.

You never had friends, never even had a real family, so those idiots were your family. And you really don't know how you would like without them.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Lost and confused on this here day? Start from the WAAAY beginning!

Chapter 1: It is Wednesday My Dudes.

Howdy! I guess I should introduce myself? Oof UMMMMMM, the names Lili Perla Iida! I’m 15 years old, about to turn 16, and I’m the oldest of 4 kids. Being big sis feels as natural as the wind in my hair as I pirouette. Speaking of dancing, it’s a Saturday morning, that means I have to get my ass in 5th gear for my private dance lessons. My favorite days are the ones where I get to dance and cause havoc with my siblings! I guess I should head downstairs for breakfast before that robo doggy yips at me for still being in my room.

“Buenos dias mija!” thats my mom, she’s the one bitch I respect the most.

“Good mornin” I greet everyone at the breakfast nook “what’s for breakfast?”

“Spam and eggs with toast” that’s my dad at the stove, I love him but he’s putting too much pressure on me to follow his footsteps. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Oh FUCK yea!” I holler as I jump into my spot at the nook. There’s nothing more I love than some egg and toast with my iced coffee.

“I’m hungies! Please just gimme one toast!” thats my younger brother Iwata, but I call him Iwee or Iwa, don’t tell the other two but he’s my favorite sibling. He’s the one that schemes and I say if that’s doable or not.

“DADDY! Tensei is teleporting my forkfuls into his mouth!”

“MOMMY! Hanaka set my toast on fire!” those two brats are my twin siblings, Hanaka and Tensei but I call them by their middle names, Rosa and Oro. Rosa is half-way decent to be around, so I share a room with her. Oro is a punk ass bitch in the making but I can’t hate him too much, he’s an intellectual.

“Can’t we go one breakfast without something catching on fire?” I rolled my eyes as I got served “thanks dad.”

“Nope, fuck you” Rosa stuck her tongue out “TENSEI STOP!”

“Hanaka! What did we say about tongues?” scolded dad “your family isn’t fire proof!” he turned to Oro “and what did we say about pestering your sister?”

“I shouldn’t play with fire unless I wish to get burned” the boy pouted and crossed his arms “but Iwa and I are hungies!”

“Here’s your plates” dad slid the food in front of the two boys “no more yelling or I’m taking away toast privileges!”

“NOOO THAT’S NOT FAIR!” we whined, you can take away our freedom but us Iida kids will be DAMNED if the sanctity of toast in the morning gets taken away.

“Oh shit, listen to your father” mom jeered as dad sat next to her “oh Lili, don’t forget about applications for entrance exams.”

“I still don’t know where to consider” I sigh as I butter my toast “like, I get that theres privates that have scouted me to go to their’s but I just wanna go to a dance school.”

“Sweet heart, you know we can’t just send you off overseas so young!” mom spoke with a hint of worry “besides, you still have private lessons at the institute until you turn 18! I won’t let you go off without the things you love to do.”

“You can always apply to UA” dad spoke up as he cut his spam “with the recommendations we can give, you don’t have to take the entrance exam.”

“Ugh, I can’t dance if I’m going to a hero school” I huffed “I don’t wanna go to your pompous alma mater dad. No offense mom.”

“None taken, not even I wanted to be there” mom responded so casually.

Dad gave her a side glance “May I remind you on who you met in said pompous school that helped build this family?”

“May I remind you on who was too much of a little bitch to tell me they liked me at said pompous school even though we saw each other basically everyday” she sipped her coffee loudly, marking her win.

“Oof I felt that roast in my DNA” Iwa hit the whoa “that shit hurted, F in the chat for Dad’s pride.

“F” chanted everyone but dad.

After breakfast, I grab my duffle bag and make my way to town.

“Good morning Lili!” thats my aunty Mimi, her and my mom are besties “say good morning Nikita.”

“Guden Morgen Lili!” that’s Nikita, Mimi’s daughter. She’s just a year younger than my twin siblings and today they have a little playdate as my mom and Mimi go to work.

“Mornin’! See y’all later!” I wave them off.

“Oh Lili! Good Morning!” that’s my uncle Jin, he lives next door to us and is besties with my mom and Mimi. For someone that doesn’t have kids, he sure does know how to care for them.

“Mornin’! Are you driving today?”

“Yep, can’t let the media know your mom’s car needs detailing!” he joked as he waved me off.

The dance institute I attend is in the same town we live in and just a 20 min walk from the gated community we live in. Well, 20 minutes for me because I walk kinda fast because of the engines on my feet. Dumb location for the quirk but it does help me when I dance.

“Ah Lili! There you are!” cried out my dance teacher as I walked in “can you lend me a hand in costuming? We need re-adjustments for a few costumes for the level 3s.”

“Of course I’ll help, be right there in a jiffy!” I rush into the costuming room, my second home at times! The lord has blessed me with a second quirk, Master Thread, and I like it more than my other one. It’s not dumb and super useful! I heard that there was once a pro-hero that had the same quirk and my parents knew him before his retirement. My mom says that she interned under his agency and he favored her for her Copy quirk. How cool is it that?! But hero stuff ain’t for me, I just wanna look pretty and dance for the masses. Maybe one day make elaborate ballet costumes, I already make my own at home to practice my quirk. How lucky am I to have such supportive parents?! After I finish the adjustments, I quickly put on my pointe shoes to do a practice run of our summer showcase. As much as I work well with the others in my class, I’m not friends with any of them and I don’t blame them. The instructors show me too much favoritism and even I’d hate me for hogging the attention.

“Lili! Marvelous work!” one of the instructors praised “how about we make you a solo act for this season finale?!”

“Me?! On such short notice?!”

“Yea! I thought I was going to do a solo act?!” huffed one of the girls on stage.

“Yes, you and Lili are going to be solos” they responded “we need to fill out time for our show and I know Lili can give quite a show.”

I looked around to my dance-mates and they all rolled their eyes “I mean, sure but I don’t know how good I can make a solo act in a month and a half!”

“Great!” they clapped “okay, from the top! We need to work on those jumps!”

As usual, nobody bids me good bye at the end of class. I’ve known most of them since I started there at age 5 and they don’t give me the decency to say hello or good bye! It sucks but I didn’t join to make friends. I walk through the streets to get to the fabric store I frequent, you’ll often catch me here after school or practice.

“Lili! Hey!” that’s Maru, he’s son of the number 1 hero, Deku. Our parents are friends and his dad owes his life to my mom because of her quick thinking that saved him back during the UA days. So I guess Maru is my friend?

“Oh sup Maru” I stopped walking as he ran toward me “what brings you around these here parts?”

“I was just looking at some of those shops” he points down the street “theres always cool stuff around here.”

“Yea there is, anyways, wanna join me?” I get giddy “I heading into the fabric store and I need some opinions.”

“I’m your guy!” he joins me as I fully geek out over the new satins.

“Okay so which one? The candy blue” I hover the bolt over my chest “the pearlescent one OR this blush pink?”

“I’m torn between the pearl and pink one” he mutters to himself “what are you trying to make?”

“Another costume, I got a solo act but I have yet to come up with something.”

“Oh that’s not fair! Isn’t the showcase in a few weeks?”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” I groaned “I need so much help Maru! Plus I have to get started on applications and it’s all just a mess.”

“Well, if you ask me” he gets up and walks up to Lili “I think you should get both these satins and I know you’ll come up with something amazing! You’re really good at being graceful” he does a shakey spin “see? And why don’t you apply to UA? So that way we could go to school together!”

“Thank you for your kind words but I’m not going to hero school” I turned to put the blue satin back in the rack “I wanna wear pretty dresses and dance, not kick villain ass!”

“But think about it!” He picked up the two bolts of satin “how cool we’d be as a duo! I’d kick villain ass and you wrap them up to detain them!” he walked up to her “I’d be much braver with you by my side.”

“Be serious!” I laughed as I playfully pushed him “it’s not playtime, it’s hero work! Plus you gotta make your parents proud.”

“But I am serious” he retorted “I want to fight along side you, I want to do lots of things along side you. We’ve been friends since you were born!”

“And? That doesn’t mean you can’t live without me!” I look through the decals section “But you’re already doing great over there.”

I make my purchase and Maru walks me to the front gate before parting ways. What to do? The days just whoosh on by and I don’t have much to go off on. I submit applications to some private high schools that have dance programs but dad keeps insisting that I apply to UA. He had the audacity to give me a physical copy of the application! Apparently hero school apps are due much later than the other schools, for UA it’s October and it’s end of June right now. More time passes and I got a piece together for the showcase along with costume. At this point, I’m just counting the days until I get a response from those other schools I applied to.

-Night of the Summer Showcase-

What a night to be alive and pretty! My costume got the eyes of many that they didn’t notice my tiny fumbles. Another success in my books! My family came out to see me and so did Maru. After, I met up with my parents and Maru also came up to us.

“Amazing show Lili” he hands me a large bouquet of flowers “these are for you!”

“Oh you didn’t have to get me flowers” I was astounded by the mass of pink roses and lilies “but I’m glad you enjoyed the show!”

“I loved your floating spins and the thing at the end when you revealed the satin costume!” he imitated some of my moves “oh um, is it cool if we go for a little walk?”

“Oh sure let me just give these to my mom” I turn to my mom “I’m going for a walk, catch up with yall later.”

“Don’t wander too far! It’s dark out” dad chopped as I turned.

We walk to the garden area to the side of the performance hall “it’s a nice summer night.” commented Maru “the sky is clear too.”

“It is” I smile as I look up “I hardly get the time to look at the sky anymore, I loved star-gazing as a child.”

“Lets star-gaze over there!” Maru pointed to an open patch of grass. We lay on our backs and point at our made up constellations. “You know, I really enjoy your company Lili. You make things so much fun.”

“Thanks I guess?” I really didn’t know how to take that compliment.

“It’s a good thing” he laughed and turned his body on his side, toward me “I’ve been thinking about what you said about just wanting to look pretty and dance. Well, what if I figured out something?”

“What did you figure out?” I was genuinely confused because I don’t remember there being a problem with me wanting that.

“I figured out how you can dance and be pretty with always being by my side” he smiled “we just, get married.”

A record scratched in my head, did this foo just say get married? “Um, what?”

“I know that was a bold thing to say but I was giving it some thought” he explained himself “I like you a lot Lili, I want to be someone you can depend on and I can be someone that supports you in everything you want to do. I’ll be the breadwinner and you can do your thing and not have to work as hard.”

“But I don’t JUST want to be pretty and dance” I butted in “I want to work too! Professional Dancer is a legit career plus I want to go to college” I was starting to think I’m missing the point here “why are you suddenly talking about this?”

“I’m saying that I like you, more than a friend” he meekly spoke “and I want to be a man you can be proud of. You make me feel like I could do anything! Won’t you be my girlfriend?”

My mind was racing but going dumber, how do I tell him that he’s making a mistake without saying it word for word? “Maru, I didn’t know you felt that way!” I scrunched my face “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay, take your time!” he leaned in closer to my face, softening his voice “maybe I should show you how serious I am.” This bitch fully kissed me on the lips, my first kiss and I didn’t feel the sparks or flutters in my tummy. I felt...nothing.

“Huh” I said after he broke the kiss “well uhhhhhh oof um” I stood up “I’ll be talking to ya later” I do finger guns and bolt to the parking lot.

“Wait Lili!” he tried to catch up to me.

“TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME!” I yell before locating my parents “MOM! por favor start the car!” I get in and everyone picked up that I was not okay and something happened but needed some time to sort out my thoughts. Once we got home, I took a shower and slumped in my fuzzy chair in the dark.

There was a knock at my door “Hey, you wanna eat some hot chips with me?” it was Iwa.

“Sure” I open the door to let him in.

“What’s the deal with you? Everything was cool until you started running” he popped open a party size bag of hot cheetos con limon.

“Ugh it’s Maru” I grab a few cheetos “he out of nowhere just confessed and kissed me.”

“Oh shit!”

“Right?! And I feel a little fucked up” I crunched on a cheeto “because I feel like he could do better and when he kissed me, I felt nothing. And that was my first kiss, from my childhood friend!” I put my handful of cheetos in my mouth “I wanted to feel those good feelings but I didn’t. Does that make me a bad person?”

“Dang Lili, from how I see it” he licked the cheeto dust from his thumb “it’s a sign that he’s wrong and you aren’t the one for him” he gestured to the ceiling “the universe isn’t telling you to kiss every boy but just that it’s okay not to reciprocate feelings to somebody else. Your feelings are valid and you’re the baddest bitch here.”

I started to feel a lot better after talking to Iwa. I eventually told my mom and she said basically the same thing. I am confident to say that I am not in love with my friend and I don’t need their validation. Of course I didn’t get a chance to tell Maru since it’s summer and he’s busy with school. In some weird twist of fate, I got rejected by all these schools I applied to. I wasn’t upset, just questioning if this is the universe trying to tell me something.

“You okay sis?” carefully asked Rosa “you don’t look too hot.”

“I don’t know what to do” I spoke up from my desk “nothing but rejection letters and I’m not worried about school or where I go, but what’s wrong with having me as a student?”

“Hmmm, well I know daddy wants you to go to that school” she points at the blank UA application on my desk “and you want to go to a dance academy...por que no los dos? You can go to dance academy for college and go to hero school BUT only to spite dad.”

“Rosa, you’re a genius!” I praised her “who says you have bad ideas?!”

“I know I’m right” Rosa gives a power stance “I’m the powerhouse of the cell!”

And I did just that, I applied and got an invite almost immediately to take the entrance exam in early November. That gave me almost 2 months to train, plenty of time! I tried to hide this from my dad but the word slipped and he was too happy to take me to the exam and help me train. Don’t even get me started on that whole side of the family, uncle Tensei started crying, grandma and grandpa wouldn’t shut up on how the family is going to be full of heroes. All the while, I was trying to break the news that I wasn’t going to be returning for the advanced level courses of dance. All the instructors were sad to the point of begging, everyone else was happy that I was leaving. 

-Day of exam-

“You have everything you need?” Dad asked me for the 5th time since we got in the car “we still have time to-”

“YES DAD! FUCK!” he was stressing me out “I’m ready to take this test, stop worrying.”

He sighed “You remind me so much of your mother when we were at UA” he smiled at the thought “she’d snap at me too when I was being overbearing, but I did it because I loved her and wanted her to succeed.”

“Well, what’s one thing she couldn’t leave without?”

“She didn’t feel right unless she hugged me goodbye” he chuckled “even something so simple made my heart race.” He pulls up to the front of the massive front gate of UA “we’re here, do your best! I believe in you.”

“Thanks dad” I take a deep breath “I’ll call you later.”

I walk in the place and I don’t see anyone familiar, just a bunch of students from public schools and other privates. I took a written exam, then came the infamous physical portion. My dad and his hero friends were telling me that it’s one of the toughest entrance exams in the nation, but I wasn’t afraid, just oddly excited! I do my stretches, just minding my business, when I get some crude comments.

“Excuse me but the dance auditions are that way” said some boy condescendingly “why don’t you take your little pink shoes and get out of here before the big scary robots crush you?”

I squinted at them as the group of boys behind them laughed “Excuse me but aren’t the weak little bitches auditions that way?” I stood up to show that I tower him in height “I’m in the right place little man.”

“Lets get to the gates dude, she’s scary”

Everyone was summoned to the start gate and I had a feeling that somebody was watching me. Not like a camera watching me but like somebody near me was looking at me. I looked around but didn’t see anybody familiar or staring at me, it didn’t matter once the siren wailed to start the exam. I was kicking mecha ass with some fancy moves thrown in and when I thought I was going to end the exam on a good note, I hear somebody cry out for help. I rushed over and saw someone had their arm and leg trapped under a mecha, with the added panic of the 0 point big boy mecha dangerously close. I wasn’t going to leave them there, so I gave my all to lift the mecha off them. I couldn’t even lift the thing an inch off them! I had to get creative and used my 2nd quirk to lift the mecha off. I did it and pulled them out to make a run for the safety line.

“It’s no use, just leave me here” said the trapped person “I can’t walk.”

“I’m not giving up on you! I don’t care if I fail this exam” I unraveled my sports jacket, shirt and the ribbons in my hair to fasten them to me “hold on tight! We’re going airborne!”

“Wha-!”

I use the last of my energy to blast us into the air in a wide arch to barely avoid the mecha crushing us. Of course I didn’t have a back up plan and we crash landed in the safety zone, on top of other students.

“Owchies” I groaned “is everyone okay? Sorry about that! I didn’t have a landing plan.”

The nurse runs over “WAH! Miss Iida?! You caused this mess?!”

“Heh ummm yea” I shamefully admitted “sorry Miss Eri, I couldn’t let this student get crushed by the big boy mecha.”

“Lets get you two in the stretcher, come on” she sighed in disbelief “and I’ll be telling your parents young lady!”

“Aww wack!” I pouted as robot helpers put me in the stretcher. I looked over to see the other person in the stretcher next to me “are you alright?”

“I’ll be okay know” they smiled at me “thank you so much for not giving up on me.”

“No problem! I’m Lili by the way.”

Before they could tell me their name, they were hauled away for intensive care. It was fair, they did get injured far worse than me, I walked away with just some gnarly bruises and a scraped shoulder. I didn’t see them after and I really wanted to know their name because they looked oddly familiar. My parents were worried about my injuries as I tend to heal slower. It was winter vacation, usually I’d be excited to be in the holiday mood but I was just waiting in anxiety for my letter. Come the last day of December, I got my acceptance letter! The amount of relief I got from it all was amazing, according to the letter, I scored the most rescue points. Making me at the top of the scoreboard along with some others, so I’m in Hero class A, just like dad and mom. My dad fussed over me the most in the weeks leading to the first day of school.

-Morning of the first day-

“Wake up Wake up Wake up!” yipped the robo dog as they bust into my room “it’s the first day of classes Lili and Hanaka! Please get dressed and hurry down for breakfast.”

“Hnnn it’s 7 in the god foresaken morning!” I groaned as I rubbed my eyes “welp, come on Rosa or the boys are going to beat us to the sinks.”

“Hn! 5 more minutes” she tossed in her bed “Tensei is gonna teleport us to school, you have to ride with daddy.”

“Don’t remind me you brat!” I threw my pillow at her “whatever, just don’t melt the shampoo bottles.”

“Fuck you!”

I quickly take my shower and got dressed in my new uniform to greet my parents. They fawn over how much I look like them when they went to UA, mom told me the story of how she got confused for a boy on the 1st day because her ass was too big for the skirts that they had to be tailor made! I got a good laugh out of that and it made me feel better about starting my school day. I kiss them goodbye and got in the car with dad.

“Excited Lili?”

“Yea, I mostly want to see if that person I rescued made it in” I could hardly sit still in the passenger side “the rush I got from them thanking me had me feeling alive.”

“I hope they did! Sounds like you made a friend if they did.”

“I also wonder who’s the homeroom teacher!” I said as we slowed at the last stoplight before school “since it’s not Eraserhead anymore, I hope it’s one of your friends or some other notable alumni.”

“That’s a good question” Dad pondered “you have to let me and your mother know when you get home” he stops at the same place as last time “here’s your stop, have fun and make friends!”

“Okay dad” I took in a calming breath “I’ll see you later!”

To think my parents walked through the same doors, not knowing that they were going to end up like this? Now their daughter... I hope I’ll find my soulmate here too. I have a soft spot for the love my parents have for each other, you can just tell that they’ve been working on their love since before they actually started dating. I often catch them making out, give loving embraces after a hard day and care for each other in different ways. I want to be loved as hard as my dad loves my mom.

“Lili? Is that you?!” Maru’s voice broke my train of thought.

“Huh? Oh, Maru! Hi!”

“Hey! You made it in!” he gave me a tight hug and twirled “welcome to UA! If you want, I have time to walk you to class.”

“Oh sure” he puts me down “do you know where room 1-A is?”

“Sure do! It’s down over here” he leads me to the hero wing “wow A class huh? I thought the hero stuff wasn’t for you?”

“I thought so too” I shrugged “guess I just had to try and see for myself.”

“If you’re not busy at lunch, we can eat together too.”

“Don’t you have friends here Maru?” I snickered at him.

“You have to call me Midoriya-senpai around the others” he said trying to silence me “and I have to call you Iida-chan.”

“Eww fuck no” I gagged “sounds like you’re calling my dad chan! I’m going to call you Maru, and you have to call me Lili MAYBE Perla if I’m acting up.”

“Fine but I’m saying that I’m respected around here for being one the top students” he bragged as he put his hand on my head “and you’re just a little bitty baby still!”

“Ah! Get yo hand off my hair” I tickle his side to retract his hand “looks like this is my class, see ya later!”

“You don’t play fair Lili” he waved me off “have fun.”

 I walk in and see a few people already there, I looked around for my seat and mine is number 4. I set my bag down and get approached by someone.

“Um hi, you probably don’t recognize me but I’m the person you rescued at the exam” shakily spoke the person “I didn’t get a chance to say, but my name is Hoshi Togata.”

I looked at them and something was oddly familiar about them, like I knew them before the exam “Oh you made it in! I was worried if you placed and if you recovered well.”

“You were worried about me?” they blushed “well, I recovered just fine. My arm was broken but Nurse Eri healed me before I was supposed to go home.”

The bell rang and we all sat in our seats, Hoshi sat behind me.

“Good Morning class! And welcome to UA, my name is-”

“BAHAHA NO WAY!” I bursted into laughter “Yo we got Diaper Boy as homeroom teacher?!” 

“My name isn’t Diaper Boy!”

“Oh I’m sorry, Diaper Man!”

Our teacher rubbed his temples “Anyways, my name is Grape Juice but you can call me Mineta sensei.” He gave me a stern look “Miss Iida, I trust you’ll behave like your father.”

“Don’t compare me to that Turbo Rectangle!”

“It’s like listening to your mother in your father’s body” he muttered.

Once we went through a whole day of classes, Hoshi and I walk around.

“You know Togata, you look oddly familiar and it’s bothering me a bit.���

“How?” they sweat a bit “I’m just one of the boys!”

“Hmmm, I feel like we met before the exam” I rubbed my chin “but I can’t quite remember, we were probably children when it happened.”

“Well, actually” he put some thought into it “I was thinking the same thing sort of, would it help if I told you my dad is Lemillion?”

“Oh shit! It’s coming back to me!” I was wide eyed as we head to the parking lot “yea! They have 2 boys and a girl my age. OH THAT’S WHO! I was thinking about your sister, how is she by the way?”

“Oh ummm I don’t have a sister” the smile on his face disappeared as he said that.

“Huh? Maybe I was-” I hear a car honk, it was mom “oop, gotta go! See you tomorrow!”

I hop in the car and waved bye. I told my family of my school day and my mom couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that their school-mate Mineta was the homeroom teacher. But as I was getting ready for bed, one thing was bothering me... where did I see Hoshi before?

-Chapter 1, End-

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