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steveusesfaberge · 5 years ago

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Better Parent (pt. ii)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: The kids have their loving mother and...uhh...other mother...take them to the Wheelers’ house; an advice filled car ride later - and some quality time with his favorite girl.... and it ends with a shifty scheme crafted by only the best intentions, and two teens not doing the babysitting they were assigned to do...wonderful. Sounds just like another day for Harrington!

Type/Style: Imagine, female pronouns

Warning(s): Fluff~, momma Steve, heed all warnings… Oh, and a bit of cursing! >.<

Word Count: +4,100

a/n: The is part two to Better Parent and with that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 - Part 2 (you are here) - Part 3

Please send requests! I’m excited to write for you all! <3

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“Hey--”

“Move over, your ass is in my lap!”

“Hello?”

“What?! You're practically in my seat!”

“Is anyone even listening to--”

“Stop it guys - don’t push!”

“Hey! Dickheads! Would you all quit it? Goddamn, why didn’t one of you go with Y/N like she suggested?” Steve growled while trying not to crash the car. The boys had all decided they’d tumble into his car...leaving a party of three merrily skipping to the other teenager’s car...it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with it! - Y/N’s car was actually quite nice; she took care of it and even had a better radio than Steve...

“Because then we’d be alone with all that estrogen...not happening, Harrington,” Lucas spoke up while giving Mike a hard shove to his side. Will was groaning in annoyance as his friends jostled him to be pressed harshly to the car door. While Dustin happily was messing with the stereo (when he’d called shotgun - and Steve allowed it, Y/N had claimed it was ‘favoritism amongst their six babies who she, as the better parent, loved equally. Thus, no one would be sitting passenger in her car. Steve figured that’s why none of the boys wanted to go, being squeezed between El and Max might not be ideal...though Harrington knew better. Y/N liked playing her own music, and with a grubby hand like Dustin’s all over the radio - her rule had been set long before she became a mom).

“Mhm, sure,” Steve grumbled while rubbing his temple, already regretting agreeing to this. It wasn’t like it was a long ride back to Mike’s house - but goddamn did these knuckleheads make it feel like it... “Tell me that again when you’re not off sucking faces with Max,” the older boy was praised with ohs and ahs as he snapped the remark at Sinclair.

“At least I have a girlfriend,” Lucas defended, earning his own audience of noise.

“A-hahhhh, and what the hell is that supposed to mean, asshole?” Steve jabbed while resting his elbow on the rim of his window, it had been rolled down because all the movement in the car had it feel like a damn sauna. Dustin was still messing with his radio, flipping channels and making the music louder when Steve had specifically told him to turn it down. He slapped the said boy’s hand away and scolded him briefly,” Hands off, Henderson - how many times do I have to say it? It’s distracting me - do you want to die?” He exhaled slowly, trying not to pull the car over and kick each out to the side of the road. Either having to walk the rest of the way or ask Y/N.

“I mean - I have the balls to even kiss a girl - or are you and girly Henderson dating without us knowing?” Lucas drilled, earning a head nod from Mike, and an eye-roll from Will who just wanted to get to the house (he was more interested in DnD than how poorly Steve’s love life was going).

Steve abruptly stopped the car. He heard Y/N slamming on the breaks, a honk of her horn and the muffled sound of her cursing him off for such a dangerous stunt. He ignored it though, deciding to deal with the consequences later. Luckily, there wasn’t anyone behind Y/N to backend her (he wasn’t dumb enough to do such a thing with precious cargo...).

“What? You know how many girls I’ve kissed? How many I’ve made out with? Huh? Do you forget who I am?” He wiped his chin and shook his head with a defensive blush finding his face. He took a breath in and exhaled with a more composed manner. He tried to ignore the way the boys in the back held their laughter in, and definitely, decided to ignore the way Dustin watched them all in confusion (dumbass didn’t even see the way Steve looked at his sister).

“Me and Y/N...are not a thing. We’re not together, we’re not a couple, we’re not an item,” he drawled while shaking his head. After a few moments of silence, the boys clearly conflicted on to continue laughing or feel bad for the way Steve’s tone dropped off at the end of his sentence.

He started down the road again, both hands gripping the wheel tightly; his eyes never leaving the windshield. His ears painted pink.

“You...you guys know this,” he mumbled while shaking his head once more, flipping Y/N off in his rearview mirror.

“I know but--,” Mike was cut off with a soft sigh from Harrington.

“I-I can’t. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear from me? That...that I know I’m not good enough for her? That...I’m scared if I told her, she’d swallow me whole and I’d never be able to look her in the eyes?” The desperate drag of his tone was obvious (maybe Y/N was right; he’d stooped to King Steve level of desperation...not for other girls...but...to just get a chance with her...anything...anything...he’d do anything).

The rest of the ride was filled with the boys in the back, coming up with love advice for Steve. Ask her out, just do it - be confident! Write her a letter. Tell her she looks nice. Ask her if she wants a boyfriend. Tell her she’s hot. Oh, what about showing her-- they’d reached the Wheeler estate and as they began unbuckling and getting ready to leave the car (thank the Lord, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take), and Dustin - who had been silent the majority of the ride finally spoke.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck.” He sputtered while his eyebrows furrowed in utter shock and confusion.

Steve rolled his eyes, and pushed his door open, calling over his shoulder,” I like your sister, dude. We’ve established this like....thirty-six times. Catch up, dipshit.” All embarrassment he had earlier had washed away, being replaced with a bubbling feeling of nerves and doubt. The boys were trying to be nice, do their best...but...they were all awkward preteens...their advice was as good as Steve consulting a Magic 8-Ball.

Inside the house, before trucking to Mike’s basement - Dustin dragged Steve to the kitchen, his mind still trying to figure out what had been revealed (or more so, finally brought up as Steve’s feelings for Y/N had always been the weird, pink-polka-dotted elephant in the room).

“What’re you doing? - They’ll start without you--,” Steve was hushed as Dustin slapped his hand to his mouth.

“My sister?” Dustin whisper-shouted. Steve rolled his eyes for the nth time and tugged Henderson’s grip from his face.

“Yeah, dingus - we’ve been over this--,”

“But my sister...Steve...why?” Dustin wasn’t sure how he felt about it clearly, and it only made Steve more nervous. That feeling that sunk into his bones, not a good one. Of course, if he were going to date Y/N...he’d need his best friend’s (and favorite child’s) permission.

“Whaddya want me to say! She’s like...the only girl I hang out with that’s my age, besides Robin, that I don’t mind,” Steve paused,” Might I remind you - Robin’s not into dudes.” It was almost sad how his social life had crumbled along with his desire to capture anyone else’s attention but Y/N’s (and of course, he’d tried to push those feelings aside for the sake of your friendship...but...it never worked).

Dustin was quiet; longer than Steve would’ve liked, as sitting in the soft silence was nervewracking. The curly-haired sibling stood, arms crossed, eyes clouded with thought as he rubbed his chin. Steve tapped his foot, leaning on the kitchen countertop as he waited, pinching the bridge of his nose. God, this kid’s such a headache...

“Dusty - Will told me, to tell you, that if you don’t go down now, you’ll be left out,” Y/N was just turning the corner when she spotted the pair in the kitchen, seeming as if they were in quite the predicament.

��Is this a private moment...or?” she spoke slowly, a tease to her words.

“N-No! I was...just...telling Steve that...um...,” his attention now on the older boy who had a hand ruffling through his hair for any imperfections (though who was he kidding? Harrington had the best head of hair in Hawkins).

“I was telling him if he doesn’t do it...I’ll...be disappointed...guy stuff,” Dustin gave Harrington a sincere half-grin and there was obviously a conversation to be held later (but Y/N’s appearance lead Dustin to keep his mouth shut for now).

“Really?” Steve asked, his brows raised as he took the boy’s words in.

“Yeah...yeah...just...don’t do something weird in front of me,” Dustin lowered his voice as he spoke the last bit.

“Alright, enough bro-talk, Dusty - get going and leave the adults to talk.” Y/N rolled her eyes; ruffling his hair as he passed by.

It was just the two of them, and Steve was trying not to do something stupid. Walking forward, he felt his body involuntarily tense up as she moved to stand a few feet from him - though a few feet was more than enough to render his mind as blank as all hell. His body completely useless now...

Don’t do something stupid. Don’t do something stupid. Don’t do something stupid. Don’t do something stupid. Don’t do something stupid....

“Did you want to do something while they messed around? Like catch a movie or--,” Y/N was interrupted by the blubbering fool before her.

“Your letter - uh, looks nice -- I mean, it looks hot! No - wait...that...that didn’t come out right.” Steve’s outburst granted an unsure look from her. Please just kill me now...did...did I say that? Well...all logic had found its way out the nearest fucking window...

“What?” Was all Y/N said while waiting for Steve with furrowed brows.

He covered his eyes, his free hand waving around for a dazed second as he tried to get the proper words out. Breathe...be natural...be confident....don’t fuck it up like that again, Harrington.

“I meant to say - you look nice,” he paused,” And to answer your question, why don’t we just go down and um...finally settle the score?” That...was...better.

Y/N shrugged, nodding as she reached for his hand. At that moment, Steve’s heart flatlined and he was sure he was now staring at an angel as she dragged him across the house, to the basement. “Sounds good - be prepared because momma ain’t leavin’ without her babies’ approval,” Steve could only nod to the back of her head as she spoke such fighting words.

If you asked Steve Harrington at the beginning of high school - what he thought about spending his free-time with six underaged dweebs who all were too smart-assy for their own good, and got themselves in trouble with hell (literally)...he’d have laughed and told you, you were as delusional as Byers.

If you asked the Steve Harrington the same question now - he’d look around at the six underaged dweebs shouting and arguing around a table laid out with character sheets, figurines, and dice... He’d laugh at their quick remarks and their tendency to use foul language, and he’d smile. Steve would’ve congratulated Byers’ brother for being the best Dungeon Master, the world had to offer.

If you told him, roughly five years after high school - he’d be seated on a busted sofa, in his ex’s basement, coke loosely held in one hand, the other pushing a pretty girl’s head away from him in a teasing manner...he’d...well..he’d not believe you. Because you’d describe the girl as someone so...amazing, so incomparable, that he’d think you’d made her up. You’d say that she was so breathtaking, that if you were in the same space as her for too long - you’d die from a lack of oxygen. That she had the most stunning y/c/e eyes he’d ever have the perquisite of seeing, and they’d have him chasing her for ages...having him choke on his own spit when she looked at him. Not to mention, the heartstopping laugh she’d have...the kind of laugh that had any guy (not just dorky Harrington) fall harder than he thought possible. Finding himself in an endless fall that put even Alice’s rabbit hole tumble to shame. She’d have a melody that had him trip over his words and stumble to find his footing. Yeah...Steve would not have believed you.

And yet, here he was...watching six dweebs play Dungeons and Dragons; with a girl he was madly in love with - more perfect than words could offer, sitting on a busted sofa, in his ex’s basement, no more than a foot between them...

“I’m tellin’ you, Steves - I’m the better parent, because the girls love me, and the boys worship me,” Y/N explained while pulling an L up to her forehead. Steve scoffed and waved her off.

“Actually - I don’t worship you, I worship Steve for giving me his hair secre--,”

Steve began snapping with his left hand, shaking his head and glaring. “Hey, hey, hey! Shithead - you swore on your life, you’d never say jackshit about that!” Dustin threw his hands out in silent defense.

“Sorry, I was just standing up for y--,” Steve shook his head once more, blowing him off with a puff of his cheeks. “Remember what I said? One peep - and your ass, yeah the one you’re sitting on now, is grass, Henderson. Grass.”

The gang began laughing at Steve’s overprotective outburst of his “best feature”. The brunette only tsked, mumbling obscenities.

“That wasn’t very better parent material, Steve,” Max snickered while El whispered something in her ear.

“Aye! No whispering under my watch - if you have a secret, you can say it aloud in front of the family,” he stressed with fake authority.

“But you just told Dustin--,” “Eleven - I don’t need a smartass.” Steve pursed his lips.

The kids eventually settled back down, getting sucked into their fantasy world once more without a second glance to the pair on the sofa. Y/N was clamping a hand to her mouth, trying not to let the amusement slip from her lips. She loved seeing Steve with the kids - he was so....dorky and sweet in his own way...saying so, she could almost admit she loved h--

“What’re you laughing at, Ms. Not-the-best-parent-because-you-suck-and-don’t-have-great-ass-hair?” Steve hissed in a low tone. His eyes watching the way Y/N’s flickered with happiness and one emotion he couldn’t quite place.

“You’re wrong for two reasons, Harrington,” she mused.

“Enlighten me,” he replied, leaning to have only a few inches between the two of you. It had been on a fleeting moment of confidence, leaving Y/N with a bright red glow - and Steve with a dumb grin. He wasn’t sure if he was proud of it, or extremely embarrassed...he settled to let her finish instead.

“Well, one: you’re not the better parent. I am,” Y/N pinched his cheek, to which he tried to back out of, but she only squeezed harder, leaving Steve to let out a grievance of annoyance as she tugged him back to listen.

“And two: your hair isn’t that great. I mean--” Steve gasped in a dramatic hurt. Falling from her grip and bending over her lap like a speared body. “Stop! Right there, don’t finish that sentence...you’ll ruin everything I’ve worked for.” he pleaded. His tongue sticking out his mouth as if he’d ‘died’.

Y/N giggled watching his childish act and rolling her eyes, a good-natured smile on her lips. She brushed a hand through his hair and spoke in an exaggerated tone,” I’m so sorry, Steves, please forgive--,” in the time of her talking, Steve had lifted a hand and silenced her with the odd hand-motion that looked like a duck, then grabbed her wrist and removed her hand from his scalp.

“You don’t get the privilege to touch my great ass hair, even if I’m dead.” He mumbled, stifled by her lap. Even though in actuality, he loved the feeling and knew if she didn’t stop he’d fall asleep.

“Oh, get over yourself,” Y/N proclaimed while attempting to shove the limp body of Steve Harrington from her own. “Nuhu,” he murmured.

Watching the two teenagers fall all over one another, the six children held back their gags.

“It’s so sad,” Max mumbled.

“Yeah, so sad I can’t focus on this raid,” Lucas agreed while knocking his head against the table.

“It’s like watching two blind...like very blind bats try, and make love.” Mike spewed.

“Thanks for the visual,” Will snorted.

“I think it’s sweet.” Everyone looked to El as she shrugged with a sheepish look.

“What? Steve...he likes her. Why is that bad?” She grabbed Mike’s hand. “I like Mike. Mike likes me - why is Steve and Y/N any different?”

The idea hit them like a ton of bricks...or, maybe it was the obnoxious laughter of their favorite Henderson (to Dustin’s protest) being tickled by Harrington, that snapped them into realization.

Steve was basically, on top of her. His hands running down her sides as she squirmed, refusing to apologize for saying she was better than him, and that his hair wasn’t anything special... While it was cringe-worthy on every level (according to a sulking brother), it was...sweet.

Y/N had a smile on her lips that they’d never really seen before - save for when Harrington entered the room. It was like he said the funniest thing without really having to say anything at all...like Steve brought out the best in her without having to lift a finger. Stomach in knots when he called her name...it was that kind of smile that Steve was able to bring out.

As for Harrington himself? His smile remained even after she left. Having spent a whole day with her - the party would catch him grinning to himself like a madman while helping them put away their game set-up. They’d catch him repeating things he’d said that happened to make Y/N smile the way he loved... It was the kind of look that you couldn’t replicate, even if you tried...only if you knew the feeling - could you do so.

Realizing this, Dustin yelled and groaned silently in his head (half disgust and half reluctant understanding). Steve, you owe me big time for this...

“Fine,” he whispered, catching everyone’s gaze but the two still messing bout on the sofa. “What’s the plan?”

“You’re s-such a l-loserrrr!” Y/N slurred while trying to struggle free of the handsome boy before her. Steve knew she had a soft spot for being so sensitive - he’d figured it out one time when she almost knocked him out on accident...(it ended with a lot of apologizing on your part, while also laughing as he held a bag of frozen peas to his face to avoid any swelling...)

“Admit it, and I’ll stop,” Steve tried to sound as serious as possible, failing utterly as Y/N’s y/c/h was splayed out like a crooked halo. Truly an angel...if anything, he wasn’t sure what he’d done in his (not so great) lifetime to earn the graces of such a human as you...good God...

Catching his gaze, Y/N shook her head (her halo only following her as any good angels’ would). “I-I...haha...will...n-never...a-admit...a-a lie!”

Steve only clicked his tongue. Sighing with a shake of his head. “I guess you’ll suffer until the end of time then, huh?”

After a few more minutes of torture (which Steve called, making sure Y/N had gotten her daily dose of laughter - as it was the best medicine and he didn’t need her falling ill any time soon, because...well...he didn’t have any apples on deck), he stopped, finally allowing her a breath of stability. He scooted down so he could cross his arms over her stomach, half his face buried there as he watched her collect herself.

It was moments like these that Steve truly cherished the most...he wondered if Y/N had the same mindset.

Because he’d honestly, never felt so good with anyone - not even with Nancy, who admittedly, was someone he’d actually held some feelings for (of course, the emotions Y/N threw at him had always overshadowed them, but Wheeler breaking his heart didn’t hurt any less). Steve had never wanted to give someone the world - mainly because it was impossible - but he knew that if Y/N simply suggested that such an action would, make her even smile for a few seconds...he’d figure out a way to do it within the next twenty-four hours.

You know, you’re like really pretty. Do you know what you do to me, Y/N? Is what Steve so hopelessly wanted to say, but he didn’t, instead, settling for a much simpler version.

“You wouldn’t be able to pull off this hair like I do...which is why...if you really wanted me to, I’d teach you my ways,” it came out as a harsh whisper of sorts - his jaw not having much movement as it was pressed to the crook of his elbow, both arms still rested on Y/N’s abdomen.

She laughed, and it sent a vibration through his body as he was rested atop her - only resulting in a chuckle of his own. The same wave taking ahold of Y/N, as Harrington’s chest rose and fell with each quick, shortened breath.

It was like they were in their own little world...too bad Dustin throwing a pillow at Steve’s head had to ruin it.

“So, we’ve come to a conclusion...,” Dustin explained, watching Harrington awkwardly try and sit up off his sister - Steve’s face burning up. Though, Y/N was in no better condition...her hands found her neck and her cheeks were a lovely shade of sunset.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve hummed while glancing at a nearby digital clock. “It better not be something crazy - ‘cause it’s almost ten o’clock and I think some of you need to get home.” Y/N nodded in agreement, leaning over and using her hand as a terrible shield,” Nice one...trying to act all momma bear like...I think they’ll definitely say you’re the better parent now.” “Har, har. Your sarcasm wasn’t necessary, Henderson,” Steve noted while flicking her forehead.

“We all need to go upstairs,” El suddenly directed. A hand raising to point, as if proving her sentence true.

Steve froze, unsure of where this was exactly going...but seeing as El usually had only good things to say...and a good intention...he nodded, words slow as he spoke,” Okay...okay...we’ll go upstairs then.”

They all marched up, like eight odd ants in a line - and when Mike suggested they watch a movie before Steve and Y/N drove them all home; it was quickly unanimous (which was a hard deal, as both teenagers knew getting six hardheaded children to agree on something was worse than trying to get Billy Hargrove to turn down a pretty face and a tight dress).

“Uh, ‘kay then...I guess we’re watching...a movie now,” Steve mumbled, trying to figure out the sudden change in pace. He was sure they hadn’t even finished their round, or match...or whatever they called it (he had only tried to play DnD once and...well...that’s a story for another time).

“I’ll see if there are any blankets, Mike, would you mind seeing if there’s any popcor--,” “Oh....you’re not watching the movie...did you think you’d be watching it with us?” Was Wheeler’s response.

Six shit-eating grins and twelve hands shoving a Scoops Ahoy employee and a caring older sister out the front door later...and Steve found himself standing on the porch of Mike Wheeler’s house - the kids he and Y/N were supposed to be watching having locked them out, without their wallets or keys...or even a hint at what they were doing outside in the, now cool summer night...

“Great going Steve,” was all she said while staring at the closed door.

He whipped around on her and glared while crossing his arms.

“Wha-- me?! I don’t remember you helping with, I dunno...six dipshits shoving us out the damn house!”

“I didn’t think I needed to...Mr. Better Than Me...I was clearly wrong.” Y/N smirked.

Steve couldn’t even be fake mad for long. It ended with the pair laughing and shaking their heads, clutching their stomachs and asking for the kids to let them back in. Without an answer...Steve questioned what this was all about; remembering the boys giving him (crappy) advice on how to ask Y/N out. I mean...this is one way to force a guy between a rock and a hard place...

“Screw it, screw them, screw babysitting - screw this,” Harrington lamented. “No cars, but we got legs...wanna just go for a walk until our meddling kids decide to let their old folk back in?” He was going out on a limb, but...he couldn’t help it. Her presence was just so damn addicting...he wanted as much as he could get without having to pay the price of embarrassment just yet.

“Sure, Steve, sure.” with a gentle smile and a giggle...that was all the hype he needed to take her hand and pull her from the stoop.

“Well, m’lady - then let me lead the way.”

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Hm...I can’t help but want more to this....partttttt 3 anyone? >.<

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midoriyaizukustan-inactive · 5 years ago

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everyone shut the fuck up and CONSIDER trans girl iida

she supposes she always knew unconsciously that there was something different about her but she never rlly put much thought into it until some ppl in the class come out as trans* (like aoyama’s genderfluid, tokoyami’s a demiboy, nd tsu and jirou are trans girls)

and as class rep, but also (and arguably more importantly) their friends, iida wants to make sure she can make them as comfortable as possible abt coming out so she does some research nd stuff. like she knew trans people existed and were valid nd such before but she wanted to get more than just the basic facts

and shes happy for her friends! shes glad they trusted their class enough to tell them, shes glad she can be there for them. but she also notices that she feels rlly...weird? and she keeps doing research just because.......its interesting. but she doesnt know why she finds it so interesting?? and she gets kinda insecure abt that

so she keeps diggin into it and reads posts that trans ppl have made abt their experiences and just classic shitposts nd all that. she thinks the community is great!! and also she finds some fresh wholesome memes to share w her friends so its all the better. right?

but eventually she finds a community of trans girls specifically and she just absolutely COMBS through that. reads every single post there that she can find. but coincidentally she also feels even more insecure now bc shes starting to unconsciously question her gender nd stuff and lets be real folks. an identity crisis is not fun

couple this with the fact that she doesnt experience the traditional dysphoria(tm) that other trans girls seem to universally share, iida gets rlly down abt it. nd it gets to the point she rlly raaaaags on herself for still lookin thro these posts nd stuff and still subtly questioning herself and shes just rlly unhappy at the time :[

nd she doesnt wanna like make tsu or jirou uncomfortable so she doesnt wanna ask them abt it but shes so confused nd frankly hurt and she doesnt know what going oooonnnn with herself

so shes just in this complete funk for a while nd it starts to affect her grades and performance in training. her friends know smths up but iida doesnt know how to even explain how shes feeling so its not necessarily that she doesnt WANT to go to her friends but she literally does not know how to. anyway eventually aizawa keeps her after class and is like “ok iida smths up im gonna call tensei if u dont talk to me”

iida feels absolute HORROR at the prospect of tensei somehow finding out abt this bc oh shit what if he doesnt want her carrying on the name of ingenium anymore??? what if he thinks shes a freak??? what if he thinks shes not really a girl and shes just faking it to be special?? what if- and oh shit thats the first time iida rlly consciously thought to herself “im a girl but what if others dont think i am?”

so she kinda bursts into tears and aizawa internally is like “oh jesus what the fuck” but externally hes like “iida?? r u ok?? was it something i said?? oh fuu- is something wrong with tensei??” and iida just kinda speaks thro her cries like “no nothings wrong with tensei something’s wrong with me” and ill be real folks its real sad girl hours for a bit

anyway iida doesnt rlly elaborate much beyond that bc shes so ashamed and embarrassed but aizawa is like “u’ve gotta talk to someone iida ur friends r worried and frankly i am as well” and iida eventually promises to talk to someone

soo she comes to terms that since she so confused it would be best to ask tsu and jirou abt it even if shes,,,,so v concerned,,,abt making them uncomfortable. but she manages to convince herself that she rlly does need some guidance here and better to ask ppl who know her than ask on the internet sooo

thankfully while iida is working up the courage to ask tsu and jirou to talk, she finds posts derailing terf and truscum shit so she feels. a lot lot better abt everything but particularly the lack of any intense dysphoria she had after reading stuff like that, esp the more verified(tm) articles from the more verified(tm) authors (like doctors and psychoneurologists and such)

so she figures out how she wants to word her questions nd asks tsu nd jirou to meet up. tsu nd jirou agree right away bc all of class 1-a is worried abt their class rep at this point :[ so theyre happy shes finally reaching out

iida is kinda a disaster when tryin to talk but she gets her point across. like “uhh this is a rlly bad way to ask but how did u guys know u were,,,trans?” nd tsu immediately catches on but jirou is only a lil suspicious until further into the conversation

anyway eventually jirou catches on the same as tsu and thats when tsu asks “iida do u think ur trans??”

nd iida is sooooooooo tired of feeling ashamed bc damn. she does think shes trans! she does. she shouldnt feel guilty for how she feels she cant help that. so after takin a moment to steel herself she says “yea” as confidently as one can in the situation

tsu nd jirou r immediately supportive nd ask iida for more details abt how shes feeling nd iida is just,,,so happy,, since shes already on an honesty streak that afternoon, shes able to roughly get her wack emotions into words nd tsu and jirou are like “yea thats valid ur valid iida. it doesnt matter if u dont have the trademark dysphoria or that u didnt know until later in life like ur still young. u say ur a girl, ur a girl” iida cries but only a bit bc damn months of agonizing over this. we stan one trans girl trio.........

anyway tsu and jirou ask her how she wants to move forward i.e. transitioning or telling anyone, and iida hadnt even considered transitioning before bc it felt so out of reach but shes absolutely ECSTATIC at the thought of bein able to look more feminine and it Shows. tsu and jirou r like “ok mood we were like that too right before startin estrogen”

so the first unofficial trans girl trio club meeting ends w tsu and jirou promising to help iida ask recovery girl abt hormones and iida sayin she doesnt want to come out just yet to the class/anyone else in general and tsu and jirou respectin that. i love them yall

anyway after a few months, iida is ready to try hormone treatment so tsu and jirou help her ask recovery girl for a meeting nd r moral support for her while they go thro the process of like figuring out what dosage she should start w/, how long should she take it, when a check up appointment should be, if recovery girl should tell iida’s parents yet or nah, all that stuff. anyway after that, recovery girl gets her started on hormone treatment which iida is SUPER EXCITED abt and tsu and jirou tell her stories abt when they first started estrogen and AHHH I LOVE MY GIRLS SO MUCH FUCK

anyway eventually after some support from tsu and jirou via the unofficial trans girl club meetings and getting back on her feet confidence-wise, iida comes out to the class :,,,]]] theyre all super supportive and iida cries just a bit. tsu and jirou r so proud of her. aizawa is just glad his problem child #9 is feeling better

ashido and yaoyorozu get together and take iida shopping so she can have more feminine clothes which iida has a lot of fun w......shes never been necessarily big on shopping before (even if she is a part of the rich kid’s club lmao) but this trip is so EXCITING and ashido and momo r so happy for her and so ESCATIC to help her find some clothes and just oh my heart.......

the girls also have a sleepover during which they indoctrinate iida on all things traditionally feminine like makeup nd hair so that she knows the basics should she ever wanna mess arnd with that stuff. but also they just have fun doin normal things and just include iida in on being one of the gals nd iida is,,,so happy. tsu and jirou in particular r arnd her the whole night and wow my uwus they own them the unofficial trans girl club owns my uwus-

anyway so coming out and being accepted and transitioning is going so much better than iida thought it would be. she feels so safe and happy im crying.....anyway eventually some time later iida also gets permission to visit her family during a long weekend/short holiday w/e. nd while there she shakily but steadily comes out to her fam ofc her parents r so proud (her mom’s like ‘’ive always wanted a daughter yes!!! ily tenya’’) and tensei loves her all the same nd she cries a lil bit bc damn,,,,,,shes been fearing the exact opposite reaction for months

specifically she talks to tensei abt it for a little while and mentions her particular fears abt not being good enough to carry on the name “ingenium” nd he smiles at her nd is like “i would rather no one else but my little sister to carry on the name of ingenium” and bruh shes absolutely floored

nd yea. midoriya and uraraka absolutely love love love iida shes still their absolute fav. she joins the unofficial class 1-a trans* club as well as accidentally forms the unofficial class 1-a trans girl club. we love her,,,,

but yeah thats it. this post is so fucking long but oh well. stan iida!

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logicallycrofters · 6 years ago

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Logically, We’re Family (Chapter 1)

Summary: FtM Logan and cisgender male Virgil have been dating for ten months or so, and one night they sleep together, things don't go as planned. Logan thought testosterone would be a good method of birth control, but he ends up carrying his and Virgil's children. (Human AU)

Pairings: Analogical

Word Count: 3,995

Warnings: Vomiting, Trans male pregnancy, Dysphoria mention

Author’s Note: Lil bit of angst, lil bit of hurt/comfort and a lil bit of fluff. This was just an idea that came to me when I probably should have been sleeping. Not sure what was going on in the dark corner of my brain that this came from, but here’s the first chapter. Enjoy! (If you’re not comfortable with this topic, simply don’t read it. It won’t hurt my feelings)

~Read it on ao3!~

Logan nervously grasped the pregnancy test in his fingers. Somehow, he managed to oversee how testosterone wasn't an adequate form of birth control. He had countless questions, most of which regarded his boyfriend. 'What will Virgil say?' 'Is he ready to be a father?' 'Will my hormone replacement therapy harm the unborn child?' 'How am I going to tell Virgil?' Along with his questions, he internally groaned at the overwhelming sensation of dysphoria that would accompany him throughout the next nine months. Of course, he could abort the child if he wanted to, but something inside of him was telling him that he had earned this, and Logan was ready to be a father regardless of if he accepted that fact or not.

Logan debated internally for a while. 'It would be better to tell Virgil now before the realization sinks in, wouldn't it?' he pondered. He swallowed his pride and opened the door separating the bathroom from his and Virgil's bedroom. Logan leaned against the doorframe and inhaled. "Hey, Virgil?" He asked, twiddling the plastic in his knuckles. With no response, he brightened the light a little. His boyfriend was sound asleep, curled up after a long night. He decided to let it slide for the night. Logan was tired too, and he wanted to cuddle with his partner more than anything else in the world. Maybe for a night, he could get some rest without worrying about the new life growing inside of him. He tucked the needlessly feminine pregnancy test into a drawer in the bathroom. Logan could tell Virgil in the morning. He changed into his NASA pajamas and rolled into bed next to Virgil, who started mumbling sweet nothings as Logan rested his arm on Virgil's abdomen. Logan pondered telling Virgil while they were snuggling in bed together, but he decided against it and opted to tell Virgil once they were both fully awake.

The following morning, Logan was awakened by the unsettling urge to vomit. He rushed to the toilet as carefully as he could and scarcely made it before he began hurling into the bowl. Defeatedly, Logan sat back onto the tile floor and pulled the pregnancy test out of the drawer. He held it in his hands and stared at it. Tears started dribbling down his face, and soon enough he started sobbing uncontrollably. Virgil woke up to the sound of his boyfriend vomiting and crying. He pulled open the door and nearly choked when he saw his usually calm, cool and collected significant other on the ground. Virgil bolted over and knelt down beside Logan, his mind racing. His anxiety started bouncing off the walls and without thinking, he asked Logan questions at the speed of light. "Logan, are you okay? Did you fall? Do you need me to call an ambulance? Talk to me, please!" Virgil's eyes slowly drifted over to the positive pregnancy test between Logan's shaking hands. Logan tried to speak, but he could only start bawling harder. Virgil assessed the situation and stopped asking questions. He shifted his legs and began sitting in the same position as Logan. Virgil wrapped one of his hands around Logan's trembling fingers. He softened his voice and recalled his breathing patterns to soothe anxiety. "Alright, Logan. Everything will be fine. I'm here for you, love. Want to lean into me? If you match your breathing with mine, I can help you calm down much faster. Breathe in for four seconds, hold your breath for seven seconds- you're doing great- now let it out for eight seconds."

Virgil was relieved his boyfriend hadn't fallen and wasn't hurt, but he was now aware of the elephant in the room. He cradled Logan in his arms and slowly rocked back and forth. Scared, his voice cracked when he tried to speak. “L-Logan… Why didn't you tell me?” Logan started sputtering incomprehensible sounds, and Virgil quickly realized that he would have to wait for Logan to calm down to a point where they could communicate. Without warning, Logan turned to the toilet and vomited once more. Virgil sighed. “Morning sickness? It's alright, I'm here for you. How about I go get you a bowl and move you to the bed?” Logan sat back down, looked up a little, nodded, and squeezed Virgil's hand. Virgil kissed Logan's cheek, then got up from his spot on the floor to go get a large bowl for Logan if he needed to vomit, and some comfort food. While Virgil was in the kitchen, Logan determinedly stared at the positive pregnancy test as if he could make it disappear. Virgil arrived back with one free arm to help Logan up, but Logan did not accept. He refused to break his penetrating gaze with the lines indicating he was pregnant. “Logan, I know it must hurt, but I'm trying to help you.” Virgil pried the plastic from his boyfriend’s hands which were still shaking. Reluctantly, Logan let Virgil put it by the sink and got up with his help. As Logan's legs were quivering and Virgil was anxious, Virgil decided to set down the bowl and carry his boyfriend to bed and tuck him in. “We'll need to go to the doctor, L, but first we're going to make sure you're feeling better. I grabbed some crackers, some water, a juice box or two, one of your heating pads for cramps, and some towels. I- uhh- don't know if this is any use but I did google some stuff.” Virgil sat down on the other edge of the bed so he could tend to Logan. “Can you keep down a liquid?” Logan spoke his first word of that morning with such uncertainty it startled Virgil. “I- I don't know.” Logan was usually so confident and knowledgeable, it was unusual for him to outright admit he wasn't sure. He seemed to notice the shock in Virgil's face, so he picked up his glasses and turned around to grab his phone. His head spiked in pain while his eyes tried to comprehend the bright light, and Logan's consciousness told him he couldn't take it right now. He gave up and put his phone back on the charger. As Logan started to gag again, Virgil lifted the bowl so Logan could reach it when he vomited. Virgil brushed Logan's hair out of his face and kissed him on the forehead, grasping his hand. “Lo, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?” Virgil inquired. “You know I'll still love you no matter what.” Logan smiled at the lovey-dovey comment and began to formulate a response. “I didn't k-know until last night and you… you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you.” Virgil put the pieces into perspective and realized he wasn't finding out much later than his boyfriend. “I see. What do you say I schedule a doctor's appointment for Wednesday and we go see what Dr. Desmond has to say?” Logan nodded. He decided to reach for some crackers and a juice box. Virgil reached his hand behind Logan's torso and rubbed his back to soothe any pain. Logan finished a pack of crackers and a juice box when it all came back up into the bowl Virgil had set out for him. Trying to play it cool, Virgil said “Man, morning sickness is a bitch, isn't it? I'm going to go call the doctor and tell her what's up. That okay with you?” Logan nodded. Virgil squeezed his hand gently and stepped out of the room. “Hello? Er- is Dr. Desmond there? I'd like a quick word with her if she has a moment. Yes- thank you.” When the doctor picked up, Virgil reminded her of who Logan was and what was happening. He explained that Logan had thrown up four times and that the pregnancy test came back positive. He thanked Dr. Desmond and went back into the bedroom with Logan. “Lo, if you vomit any more I think we'll need to go to the doctor today. If not, Dr. Desmond did say she would like to see you tomorrow rather than Wednesday if that's okay with you. You know, since you're on testosterone and that could fuck with your reproductive system." Logan was clearly uneasy at the mention of his natural estrogen and how testosterone could potentially mess up his pregnancy. Virgil retraced his words and tried to rephrase the sentence to comfort Logan. "But you know, other dudes have done this, and they turned out fine. Everything will be fine. Uh... Do you have a headache? I read about some of the symptoms.” Logan nodded. “Alright, I'll let you get some rest, but I'm right here if you need me.” Virgil kissed Logan's forehead again and ruffled his hair. “You're doing great, L. Don't forget I love you.”

Although Virgil tried to come off as if he was calm, his anxiety was giving him a hard time. All he wanted was for Logan to be happy and comfortable in this new stage of their life, but he couldn't help but think that he made a mistake by impregnating Logan. Both Virgil and Logan believed that hormone replacement therapy made Logan infertile, but they were proven wrong in one of the most shocking ways possible. The only thing Virgil could do was remind himself that this was about Logan, not him, and Virgil would stand by his boyfriend's side no matter what came their way. He stepped outside and quietly closed the door to the hallway. Virgil started pacing. Thoughts started swarming his head faster than they had when Logan was in his arms. Pacing seemed to help Virgil rationalize and come up with a good plan on how to help Logan through his pregnancy. ‘Oh fuck, what if Logan needs me right now? I'm just out in this hallway doing nothing useful.’ Virgil thought. He grew gradually more anxious. He made his way back to the doorway and peeked through the ajar door to check on Logan. Surely enough, Logan was sound asleep.

A few hours later, the sun had fully risen, and Logan was beginning to stir. He groaned quietly, alerting Virgil who was sitting nearby. Virgil spun around to make sure Logan wasn't going to puke, and that the bowl was there if he did. "Morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?" Logan disregarded Virgil's question and asked his own. "How long was I asleep for?" "'bout seven hours. It was five in the morning when you were up earlier. Now it's around noon. You look like you needed the rest though." Logan scoffed. "I could go down for another couple hours and hope this is all a dream. I suppose I need to get up and be productive. I would guess that this morning was a fluke and won't happen again, but on the off-chance that it does, I'll be sitting on the floor for a while." He started to get himself up out of bed when Virgil placed his hand on Logan's arm. "Woah, hey, where do you think you're going? I'm here to take care of you. You never answered my question. How are you feeling?" Logan rolled his eyes and sat back down. "I'm fine. Nauseous, but fine. Virgil sighed at Logan's usual dismissiveness. "Come on, Lo. Take a break for once, you could really use it right now. What do you say we have a movie night tonight? Just the two of us." "I mean, you're right. Something to get my mind off of whatever is happening inside of me right now would be ideal. I probably need nutrition, though. I simply cannot survive off of grape juice and crackers no matter how much I want to stay here in bed and have you wait on me hand and foot." Logan sat back on their bed, adjusting the pillow. "L, I'll help you out as much as I possibly can. I don't want you to overwork yourself. Besides, this will take some getting used to for both of us." “I would like to resume my day as if I was completely normal, but it seems you're not going to let me do that. Rest could possibly be nice but for fuck's sake, just let me get up and get some pudding." Virgil immediately sensed how tense and irritated Logan was, so he stopped trying to protest and let his boyfriend care for himself if he wanted to. Virgil realized he couldn't treat Logan like a small child, and Logan couldn't economically stay in bed for the next nine months. They would have to grow together and face challenges with courage and honesty.

Logan came back to the room with a cup of pudding in hand only to mention he was going out to sit on the couch. Virgil gathered all of the supplies he had brought into the bedroom that morning and set them on the kitchen table. Logan laid down on the couch and found a position where his head ached less, and he felt less nauseous. "Hey Specs," Virgil called from the kitchen. "Want your heating pad? I know it's normally for menstrual cramps, but if it would be useful, I can bring it in for you." Logan didn't bother raising his voice as it would only make him more uncomfortable. "No thank you, Virgil," he replied.

Logan's first day of knowing he was pregnant may have seemed unnecessarily dramatic, but the emotional struggle he went through was monumental for him. He had been nauseous for a while leading up to him taking a pregnancy test, but he hadn't thought much of it. Logan also noticed his chest tissue was more sensitive than usual when he put on his binder on previous days. Additionally, his menstrual cycle had stopped too, but he assumed it was the testosterone finally taking action. Logan was ecstatic about being five months on T, which lead to him being extremely disappointed when he came to the conclusion he would have to let his natural estrogen take control if Logan wanted to keep the child and his body safe. His spirits were exceptionally down when he realized it was from a foolish mistake a month or two ago when Virgil and Logan decided to be more careless in the bedroom. Logan would have to break through his headstrong nature in order to accept what was coming his way. Reluctant or not, he needed to accept help from Virgil too.

Logan finished his pudding cup and nodded at Virgil as he threw the plastic away. He made his way into their bedroom and grabbed one of his binders out of a drawer. Logan slid the binder on, partially buttoned a flannel over it and pulled on some jeans. He was already in substantial discomfort; binding his chest wouldn't make a difference. He walked back into the living room and molded himself back into the position he was in before leaving. Virgil walked in with a bowl of potato chips and sat on the floor below where Logan was laying. "Want some?" Virgil offered, holding up the bowl to Logan's reach. Logan declined. When Virgil looked up at his boyfriend, he noticed Logan was wearing his binder. "Logan, I don't think you should be wearing that. I know it makes you feel better, but you might have to stop binding for a while just to keep yourself safe." Virgil cautioned. Logan rolled his eyes and looked away to hide the fact he was on the verge of tears. "I'll wear it until the doctor says I can't anymore. Virge, all I'm asking is that you let me be free in my body as long as I possibly can be. I recognize your concern, but I need you to trust me." Logan replied, his voice quivering. Virgil's heart dropped. "Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry." Virgil scratched the back of his neck. He didn't appreciate being indoctrinated by his boyfriend, but he had to respect Logan's boundaries and trust that Logan would keep himself safe while coping with dysphoria. The pair sat in silence for another hour before Virgil started to fidget more and more. Finally, he got up and pulled on his coat. "If you don't mind, I'm going to head out and drive around town. Is there anything you'd like?" Logan shifted around on the couch, trying to clear his head. "Ginger ale? If you don't mind. I've heard that helps with things." Virgil nodded. "Do you need it right away?" Logan shook his head, and Virgil headed out the door. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" He blew a kiss, closing the door behind him.

Virgil drove aimlessly for a while to distract himself, then pulled into a supermarket parking lot. Sitting in his car, he looked up what he could buy for Logan to ease his discomfort. Virgil was used to having Logan by his side when shopping. It wasn't easy for him to fill that gap solely with the hope that Logan was okay at home. He picked up some ginger ale, a fresh pack of crackers, yogurt, popcorn for their movie night and anything else on the list that could possibly help with morning sickness. Virgil opted for a self-checkout to evade questioning or even an eyebrow raise. He hurried out of the store after he paid and rushed to get home. Before heading to his house, he stopped at a DVD rental store and picked up Love, Simon to watch with Logan. Virgil pulled into their driveway and grabbed all of his shopping bags to carry with him in one trip. Unlocking the door with his keys in two fingers, he spotted Logan with the ice pack on his forehead. “Hey, L. I'm back. You alright?” Virgil asked nervously. Logan sat up slowly and removed the partially-melted ice pack. “Yes, I'm alright. I truly appreciate your concern but what the fuck do you have in all those bags?” Virgil smirked. “Nothing important. Just know that I'll be taking care of you better than you have ever been taken care of before. Now can I interest you in some ginger ale and the gayest movie of all time?” “Ginger ale? Sure. I'm presuming you rented Love, Simon for us tonight too?” Logan sighed, rubbing his head. “You bet I did.” Virgil got a glass, filled it with some ice and poured ginger ale into the cup for Logan. He waltzed over to Logan dramatically and set the glass on the coffee table. Virgil seemed to have so much energy, Logan was ironically worried. “Wow, you really want me to be as comfortable as possible with this? You do realize that this is going to last a lot longer than you think it will, and we're both going to be sick of it.” Virgil giggled, looking at Logan lovingly. “Might as well make the most of it, eh? We'll have tonight to ourselves.” He laid down on the other side of the couch. “Hey, if you're comfortable moving, you can come lay on top of me. I'm not sure if I'm comfier than this couch, but I've heard cuddling makes everything better.” Logan sighed and got up to go lay practically on top of Virgil. As Virgil was about six feet tall and Logan was only five feet and four inches, their cuddling dynamic consisted of Logan comfortably being held by Virgil who was laying behind him. “Wait a minute, I believe it would be best if I changed out of this binder. My apologies, Virgil.” He swiftly disappeared down the hallway and reluctantly changed into a sports bra and sweatpants. Logan got his first opportunity to look at his stomach knowing he was growing life inside of him. Still uncomfortable, Logan returned to sit with Virgil. “Oh, look at my prince!” Virgil cooed. Logan's face went red at the pet name, but he appreciated the affirming masculinity. After Logan got comfortable, Virgil held his hands in front of Logan's belly. “L, mind if I touch?” he asked. “Go ahead,” Logan murmured. Virgil's warm hands gently rubbed Logan's stomach so he could get a feel of the baby. Logan's bump was tiny, but it was there nonetheless. Virgil was filled with joy knowing they would have a child. “How far along do you think you are?” Virgil asked. “I’d prefer not to think about that right now, Virge.” “Right, right, of course. Sorry.” Virgil sighed. He didn't want to make his boyfriend any more uncomfortable than he already was, but he couldn't help but be curious.

Logan had a particularly held-back sigh when something was troubling him, and with everything that had happened within the last day, his mind was full of worries. The aforementioned sigh seemed the same as any other to someone who hadn't spent much time with Logan when he was upset, but Virgil had been with him through some of his most emotional moments. When Logan first came out as transgender. When he got his first testosterone shot, all the way up to finding out he was pregnant. For Virgil, it was easy to tell when something was bothering Logan simply by the way he carried himself. Virgil ran his hands through Logan's hair and looked down at him. "Awh, babe, what's up?" Logan seemed a little caught off guard. "Huh? Nothing. I'm fine." "Come on, Logan. I can tell when something is bothering you." Logan huffed. "Of course you can. If you're really that worried, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to mention the massive amount of gender dysphoria I'm trying to deal with right now? Pregnancy is always female and feminine. Don't you think it would make me feel shitty about my body?" Virgil's face blanked. He was too busy thinking of how to care for Logan, he hadn't thought of the conflict his mind must have been going through. "Right. I mean, you're going to be a father regardless if you're carrying the child or not. But I know you'll make it through this. You're strong, Logan." Virgil grabbed Logan's hand and squeezed it, thinking of something to say. "You're the strongest man I know." As Logan didn't care for sentiment, he merely yawned and replied "Thanks, Virgil." Logan hated to show it, but Virgil helped him feel a lot better about himself.

Logan rolled over to face Virgil and was now resting his face on Virgil's chest. As much as Logan tried to stay awake and listen to the movie, he was fatigued beyond belief. His breathing became more relaxed, and Virgil's warmth comforted him as he dozed off to sleep. Virgil looked down upon his boyfriend and noticed Logan was still wearing a sports bra. He didn't want to wake Logan, but it was probably for the best if he didn't sleep while attempting to compress his chest. Virgil tapped his boyfriend gently on the shoulder, and his eyes fluttered open. "Lo, take your sports bra off if you're going to sleep." Virgil lowered his voice. "Please?" Logan mumbled unintelligibly, getting up to take his bra off. He didn't appreciate wearing one in the first place, but he was yet to have top surgery, and his chest was far too sensitive to wear his regular binder. While Logan was away, Virgil removed his shirt and set it on the other side of the couch. Logan came back in a simple tank top and laid in the same position he was comfortable in before he left. Logan didn't care to observe much of the movie, he just wanted to cuddle with Virgil as if everything was normal. Logan fell asleep shortly after he came back, and Virgil sat with Logan sleeping in front of him for the rest of the movie. Virgil nibbled on little bits of popcorn. By the time the film ended, Logan was fast asleep, and Virgil was confident he could pick Logan up and carry him to bed.

#sanders sides #analogical #human au #vomiting tw #dysphoria mention #mpreg #trans male pregnancy #anxiety sanders #logan sanders #logic sanders #virgil sanders #ftm logan sanders #trans logan sanders #ftm logic #hurt/comfort

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15001700tt · 6 years ago

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Movie Nights

Junmyeon x @peachangkyvn

A/N: or reader insert if you want

Supernatural AU, Werewolf, vampire and witch AU

Word count: 2,553

Little something I did so I can get creativity back!

its also inspired by Suho’s ice cream truck by @tsucheri

Moving out is supposed to be the best experience ever, considering that most people move out to go to another city, looking for a job, adventure, and freedom from the past and the parents. But not this case, I moved out and stayed in the same town with the same past and the same friends. The streak of adventure didn't come from my surroundings,. It came from me and my selective friends that I've decided to keep. I admit moving to another city was tempting but not as tempting as my dream apartment and dream job. Which is funny because usually, that's somewhere else other than your hometown. Nevertheless, it's my life and I am content.

I have kept the same group of friends that I can with the exception of those who moved away, and it's not like I didn't make new friendships, I made plenty. My neighbors are the sweetest. My apartment building is built so that three apartments were on each floor. On my left, I had a cute college couple that is barely home but when they are, never fail to invite me over to dinners. And on my right, an old classmate from high school that is very shy.

His name is Kim Junmyeon, his shyness didn't seem to be a barrier between him and people, he had quite a lot of friends. So when he bumped into me the day I was moving in it was no surprise that he would greet me and act like we're closer than we really were. But after a while, I got used to it, because to be honest, he was just really friendly.

I got introduced into his group of friends and they welcomed me with open arms, they called it ‘ a fresh breath of estrogen’. Like I mentioned he's friends with a lot of people but his closest were 8 men who seemed more like overgrown puppies than anything.

But there was one thing he didn't share with his friends, our movie nights on Wednesdays. It was the middle of the week and somehow both of us have that day free with his busy schedule and mine. But a month after I moved in, he invited me to a movie. And I the tradition stuck. Usually, it was at mines, but if he was practically lazy, we would spend it at his.

It was purely platonic from both ends, except a little detail. In high school, I had a huge crush on him and we weren't that close to even have a conversation beyond greetings. I am a grown woman now and those feelings disappeared.

The movie nights continued, now its been almost two years and the tradition is still upheld, except now its once a month since it was getting harder with their ever-changing schedules and work. Junmyeon never really misses them but there are times where he does, and those times that he does miss, the next day he looks like a complete wreck.

It happened again so I decided that maybe his immune system is getting weaker as he exhausts himself more at work. I made him some porridge and packed some medicines before making my way next door. It was around 8 at night. Before I could even knock I heard a couple of voices inside that sounded strangely like Chanyeol and Sehun.

“What do you mean?” he hissed.

“They’ve been circling your apartment building for the last couple of nights”

“so they already know that I am here”

“They can smell her on you, it won't be long before they figure it out,” Sehun stated back.

“You really have to tell her, it's getting more dangerous as the years pass, and now the damn danger is right outside your door,” Chanyeol adds in.

“But it's not even possible, tonights a full moon which means that my scent should overtake hers” he paused. His head turned to the door, his eyes widened.

I ran back into my apartment before he could open the door. My heart was beating erratically as I tried to take a few breaths to calm it. I have no idea what they meant but they sounded serious and they're never that serious and they weren't making any sense anyway.

I tried to push it far away from my mind as I can. I decided that I’ll just sleep this off.

“You know, when I said I can help you with anything, I really didn't mean it like this” a voice hissed into the night as they sneaked into her apartment.

“I never thought I’d have to do this. I thought I had enough time” another snapped back

“You had more than 6 years you dumbass!” they sounded strangely like Minseok, Junmyeon, and Sehun.

Just do it so we can get out of here in time.” a new voice sighed, Chanyeol. A snap was heard in the silence of the night. And then another one.

“It's not working.” Minseok sighed.

“What do you mean?” Chanyeol and Sehun whispered.

“There's a block between her memories and my magic, somethings wrong” he frowned.

“You said this would work if she’s sleeping” Junmyeon stated

“That’s how it works, but somehow it's not working for her.”

“Maybe I am not completely sleeping.” I turned and opened my eyes fully. The four men jumped away from my bed.

“Uhh, I can explain” Junmyeon stuttered. Sehun glanced at his watch, he nudged Chanyeol.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I snapped.

“Uhhh were very sorry, well explain later, but we have to go” Chanyeol hurried and dragged the three other men out her front door.

“Oh no, you don't” I ran out and slammed my front door and throwing open his.

“You're explaining now.”

“You can't be here.” Minseok ushered but I wouldn't budge. My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. Junmyeon, Chanyeol, and Sehun turned a sickly yellow before collapsing in the living room. Junmyeon laid on his couch while the tall men laid on the ground as they started to groan in pain.

“Wh-whats happening to them?” I stuttered. Normal people don't turn yellow in a span of three seconds. Minseok glanced at the clock and sighed.

“3 minutes before midnight” he murmured.

“Why is that important, they need help” I scrambled to my own apartment. I looked for any painkillers but couldn't find any, damn I need to buy some. I discarded the thought and went to get some towels and ice-cold water.

When I made my way back to the apartment, Minseok sprang up to his feet.

“You're back!” his confused voice rang in my head. I am back, in the danger zone, oh well fuck it, they need my help.

“Help me turn Chanyeol over,” I ordered him as I made my way to Chanyeol’s side to roll him on his back.

“Ohh I wouldn't touch him right now,” he warned. “He's in a lot of pain, he's also not in his right mind he mig-” he was caught off by the sound of feet entering the room. Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Jongin. They looked shocked to find me here with a towel in my hand near Chanyeol.

“Fine,” I mumbled and pressed the cold cloth to the back of his neck instead. I made my way to Sehun and pressed a cloth to his forehead and did the same with Junmyeon.

“Shes not freaking out” Jongin whispered to Baekhyun, he nodded as he observed me.

“I can hear you” I turned to the pair. A rapid knock broke our intense stare off before I went to get it. It was Kyungsoo and Yixing who looked frazzled and in a hurry and not happy to see me at all.

“No no you cannot be here” Yixing rasped out. Kyungsoo gently pushed her inside and closed the door behind Yixing.

“They made their way to the living room where the rest were.

“They know she's here.” Kyungsoo filled them in as the sick boys groaned.

“What is going on?” I tried to ask but they weren't really listening to me anymore.

“YO! Who knows I am here?” their heads snapped to her direction.

“Bad people really bad people” Yixing stated.

“Shes not freaking out” Kyungsoo murmured.

“Yeah, I am confused too” Jongdae answered. Minseok rolled his eyes before turning to me and baring his very animalistic fangs at me and changing his normal brown eye color to a blood red.

“Vampire” he pointed at himself and then pointing towards Jongin and Baekhyun “The same thing” before pointing toward Kyungsoo and Yixing and Baekhyun and saying

“Shapeshifters” my eyes were wide t this point.

“These three are werewolves, I am guessing,” I said in the most casual voice I can muster. I paused before continuing, “I am guessing with the full moon and all”

“You're smart” Baekhyun winked at me, immediately Minseok hit his arm.

“You're not human are you?” he said as he gave me a pointed look. I cringed. This is why I didn't want to move, but I am regretting that choice now.

“I am a descendant.” I sighed as I revealed my past.

“What the hell is that?” Jongdae asked.

“She has witch genes in her blood but she’s not a witch” Kyungsoo explains.

“I can make potions though, it's cool” I murmur as I rotate the cold cloths on the heavy breathing Junmyeon. His eyes were turning a slightly golden, I brushed my hand against his hot skin.

“I am his mate aren't I?” I state, silence overtakes the room. They all nod their heads in silence.

I bite my lips before mentally searching for the list of things I need to be able to at least help Junmyeon.

“Have you called Hyo Gun and Sang-Soo yet? I can only help Junmyeon at this point” I stated as I stared at the stoic boys in front of me, I guess they were expecting this.

I checked my watch 12:50

“Yes, they're on their way” “what do you think you're going?”

“I have most of the ingredients but I am missing some, some I am going to the convenience store keep an eye on them,” I said in a hast as I went to open the door.

“You can't, bad people are outside.” Yixing reminded me,

“Why do you think they haven't broken in yet?” I questioned, “I have a spell protecting the building and on me., ill be fine” I assured.

“I thought you said that you can't cast spells,” Kyungsoo asked

“I am half witch half descendent” I explain, “my mom was a full witch while my dad is a descendent.” nice all the secrets come out tonight. I glanced back at Junmyeon he still looked sick but was now passed out.

“I'll be fine” I assured again before walking out. I planned to go to the 24-hour convenience store for some meds and the ingredients for the healing potion I am making. As I arrived I already sensed the bad aura the three guys hanging in the back had. I kept my cool and went through the isle that I needed and gave them no attention, as they clearly knew who I am. My phone gave a shrill ring. I hastily picked it up with the bag in my hands.

“Where are you?” Baekhyun asked.

“I am almost done, I making my way back after I pay.” I glanced at the cashier and then eyed the three men. I sighed this isn't going to end well.

“I might be late” I stated before hanging up and not bothering to hear Baekhyun frantic response. I went to the register and paid for everything and started to make my way home again before noticing two things, the three men were following me, and I got a message saying that the girls are waiting for me so I wouldn't have to walk alone. I decided that if I am going to use my powers tonight I’d rather it not be in front of the sweet girls. I sighed again, I hate this. Well not my powers, the part where I damage their egos and accidentally kill them.

I set down the bags and turn to face them. I keep my face as blank as possible. They don't try to hide the fact that they are werewolves and morph right away, greenish-yellow eyes stare at mine as they stalk towards me. I feel my body already starting to prepare itself for the next spells and castings. The one in the middle is the one that goes first, a binding spell keeps him locked in his position. One of the left snarls at me, I feel offended so I blasted that one with an energy spell. The right one growls and charges towards me at full speed and I didn't have time to deter him off his track so I just put up a protection spell around me. By now the left of recovered and was snapping his jaw at me.

I don't want to play any more games so I just cast a revocation spell. The left one slowly and painfully turns into a human before dying. The right one witnessing what I just did, snapped his jaw at me and charged, this time I can see the fear in his eyes. I cast a force spell that knocks the wolf out of the day and into a nearby tree and knocks it out. The one in the center is still bound and looks very much scared. I smiled and cast a banishing spell so he can never come here again, taking one look at the knocked out wolf and the one trembling in front of me I cast forgetful spells on both of them before picking up my bags once more.

I met up with the girls and went up the apartment complex. The boys scrambled to get up. I looked at the watch to see how long it took me, 2:30 AM wow. Sang-Soo and Hyo Gun make their way straight to the two boys, while I stay back and settle in the kitchen to make the potions I need for him.

“How long does it usually last?” I asked, so I can get the measurement for the pinewood right.

“Until 4 AM” Jongin responds.

“Why do you have blood on your face” Baekhyun stated.

“Ran into a couple of omegas, they attacked me, I defended myself” I shrugged as I wiped it off. A growl rang through the air, I hurriedly went to sit next Junmyeon.

“I am here, not my blood” I reassured him, his eyes were still yellow.

“I'll kill them” it was between a growl and a snarl.

“You can't do that, I already did” I whispered. He didn't seem to be in as much pain anymore since he had the power to look shocked.

“What?” I demanded softly. “only one, there were three”

“We’re going to have a long chat” he gasped out as he went into more waves of pain.

“Fun” I rolled my eyes. I headed back into the kitchen. Once I finished the potions I needed, I made my way back into the living room.

“Great, I guess we're going to have our movie night with company.”

#exo #exo-writers-net #junmyeon #suho #halie writes #exoot9

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Saitama x female!Reader part 6

Slowly climbing out of bed and to her feet, she sat tiredly at the edge of the bed, letting out a long yawn. The female leaned down to grab a lonely shirt of Saitama’s from the ground to cover herself up. (Name) couldn’t help smiling as his smell enveloped her, a gentle masculine scent, a cologne like smell. It smelled nice, and she enjoyed it probably too much that the shirt was really loose on her. Rubbing the tired from her eyes, she moved to stand up before slowly sitting back down in pain. A dull pain throbbed in her lower back and she whimpered slightly to herself, stirring her man to consciousness.

Saitama shifted slightly in the sheets and lazily opened his eyes to see his girlfriend struggle slightly. “Are you okay?” He murmured quietly, his voice a bit hoarse from just waking up. (Name) felt herself jump slightly but she turned, nodding. “I’m okay, just…sore.” She sighed, laying back down on the bed covering her lower half with the blanket once again, scooting into the open arms of her partner. He smiled softly, wrapping his muscular arms around her tiny frame and pecking her lips. “Oh no… I’m sorry (Nickname), I couldn’t really control myself.” He buried his face deep into the crook of her neck and hummed, the vibrations from his voice tickling her. (Name) placed her hands on his smooth head, which his face gently resting on her bosom. “Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed last night with you, it was wonderful.” The female gently pet his head, leaning in to kiss it. The hero felt his face flush slightly, and his arms went tighter around her, his lips pursed out. “Just like when we were kids, you always knew how to make me flustered.” He grumbled into her lips, kissing her again.

“I try.”

Outside in the kitchen, (Name) stood quietly by the kitchen stove, attending to the sizzling eggs, no pun intended, in the pan. Much to the bald mans protest (Name) insisted on cooking after staying the night uninvited. So there Saitama laid on the floor in the living area, flipping through channels on the television and occasionally glancing at (Name) as she cooked. The female was in more suitable attire than just a shirt, with Saitama’s yellow Oppai hoodie and shorts. The hoodie was big on her just like the shirt was, so the shorts were almost completely covered. Saitama was also dressed up in some sweats and a t-shirt, just comfortable clothing today for him. If there was an emergency it wouldn’t take long for him to get ready, but he hoped today was not eventful. He wanted to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend.

As the female gently slid a finished egg to a plate, their Cyborg walked out of his room, stretching his robotic limbs. “Refreshing Windows…” he murmured to himself, craning his neck slightly. “Morning, Genos.” Saitama greeted his disciple, followed by (Name) who waved. “Good morning, Genos.” The female greeted, placing the finishing touches of breakfast on the kitchen table.

Served for today, an egg over rice accompanied with tofu and or meat.

Genos bowed to (Name). “Good morning, Lady (Name).”

“I told you, stop calling her that. It’s creepy.” Saitama drawled, standing up to walk to the table, pecking his girlfriends cheek before sitting down, Genos following suit. “But besides that, I thought you’d be more surprised (Name) was even here right now.” Saitama leaned in, picking up his chopsticks and poking at the contents of his food. He almost felt like crying. “Thanks (Name).” Saitama thanked his girlfriend for the food as she also sat down to eat.

(Name) is such a good cook.

Genos shook his head, shrugging slightly. “I’m not surprised at all. In the middle of the night my censors picked up a large amount of testosterone and estrogen in master Saitama’s room, then the release of dopamine, so I put two and two together.” He explained with ease, gladly digging in to the food presented in front of him. Both (Name) and Saitama exchanged looks to one another, a silence filling the room. The hero could only contain his laughter as (Name) rubbed her forehead in embarrassment. “Well…you aren’t wrong Genos.”

"How much longer till we reach the earth’s atmosphere?” An agitated Boros questioned an officer of his, the alien shaking in fear at the Lords voice. Glancing at the data in his hands the officer fumbled for an answer. "We will be in the atmosphere in about two days my Lord, and will reach ground the day after.”

"Good.”

Genos was called to the group of officials in the heroes Association once again. He wondered what now could these idiots bother him with, but he was too happy to complain. Now that the master had a partner like (Name), he didn’t have to worry about the bald man being lonely anymore.

The doors swung open and the Cyborg was greeted with quiet stares.

Something was wrong.

Genos lightly glanced around the room with an unreadable expression, gently pushing up a chair to take a seat. The official he had spoken to the other day shifted nervously in his seat, muttering some incoherent words to himself before shakily gazing up to the Cyborg teenager.

“We…” the man whispered, his chin shaking slightly. Genos leaned in slightly, sensing a spike in the officials heart rate. “We have a problem.”

“…okay. What kind of problem are you talking about?” Genos answered back, his expression calm and his hands gently resting on his lap. The official grunted softly, motioning to a younger looking man, seemingly a staff member at the Association who was standing quietly at one side of the room. Not seeing the official motion to him, the young man continued to look through the papers that were in his hands. A louder, more annoyed grunt was made, and the young man was pulled back into attention.

“H-Huh? Oh, right.” The man awkwardly faced Genos who stared back with an uninterested expression. “Our satellites have picked up an alien spaceship gradually coming into orbit. We didn’t think much of it at first, because we’ve been visited by good and bad aliens, so our intergalactic status is slightly popular. But then it was confirmed that…” the man trailed off, a lump in his throats as he felt his body grow hot with nervousness. The Cyborg was now more interested, his full attention to the man.

“Lord Boros is back, and is coming back to Earth.”

After breakfast, (Name) had begun to clean up the table with Saitama helping her along. “You know you don’t need to help me. I’m an independent woman.” The female grinned as she felt herself get pulled into a strong chest and protected by muscular arms, a pair of soft lips meeting her very own. The two stayed like this for a moment, with the bald man gently rocking her from side to side in his arms. “You may be an independent woman, but I still feel bad that you’re doing all this work. I’m your boyfriend, I can at least help.” He retorted gently, rubbing her arm as her cheeks went a bright red at his words.

He hadn’t even said anything that was close to embarrassing, (Name) was just happy that he referred to himself as, her boyfriend.

Once cleaning was finished, the two sat quietly on the couch, gazing at the television screen. The show that was on was a drama. In the episode, they were on focused on the main protagonist who had just recently found out that the maid was pregnant with his third son. The wife was planning murder for some reason, and the eldest son was in a car accident and was now reduced to a vegetable.

These dramas always managed to confuse the hell out of both Saitama and (Name), but all in all was still entertaining. Times like this was also the times where (Name) could be alone with her boyfriend. Half way through the climax of the episode though, the female had remembered what Tornado had informed her the day before.

The Association.

Saitama’s Power Ranking.

Saitama…

“Saitama?” The female spoke as the characters in the show were arguing.

“Isabella! Please do not leave me!” The protagonist cried, on his knees with tears in his silver blue eyes. The female character huffed turning her back to the protagonist, pointing her nose in the air.

“Yeah, (Name)?” Saitama replied, more engrossed in the dialogue from the show at the moment.

“I do not love you anymore José! You cheated on me for the last time. You are no good!” The female character stomped her foot as she left the screens view, leaving a the lonely male protagonist to weep with his face buried in his hands.

“Are you feeling okay?” (Name) questioned, her arms wrapping themselves around the hero. The bald man gazed down at her with a dull expression, not really understanding her question.

Was it really a question?

He had felt more happy now then he had ever felt in years. Now that (Name) was back in his life and they were finally together, why would Saitama have any reason to not be okay?

“I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“…I mean, are you feeling…weak or don’t feel as strong as you usually are? Does something not feel right?” The female whispered, her eyes shutting tightly. The male was now even more confused. “Uhh, I don’t think so. But I don’t really think you need to worry about my strength. Like I told you, I’m your hero that can defeat any opponent with one punch. There’s no need to fret.” Saitama could sense some of the feelings she had been feeling the night before, that sadness that she was feeling.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t read her.

Which was saying something, because he can read people pretty well.

“Lord Boros is back?!” Genos screamed, shooting up to his feet as his heart rate elevated. “That monster, is coming back here?” Genos stormed straight to the official, grabbing the collar of his shirt and forcing him foreword. “Why not instead of telling me, you go to the one hero who’s actually sent him running for the hills!” Genos continued to yell, recollecting on the lives lost and the property destroyed because master Saitama was not the first to be sent out on the field to go against the Lord. The official literally saw his life flash before his eyes and he began sobbing uncontrollably, guards standing on end as other officials stared fearfully at the scene. “P-P-Please don’t hurt me! We can’t send him out first because h-h-he’s a B class-”

“Don’t start that shit with me! He’s stronger than all the S class heroes combined!” Genos shoved him away, turning back to the younger man who was also staring. “You.” The Cyborg spoke, pointing at the male who was now fearful of his own life. The official Genos had just man handled was now breathing heavily, nearly driven to unconsciousness as he sat down on his seat, gently patting a white cloth to his sweaty forehead. “Y-Yes?” The male spoke, his whole form shaking. “When will Lord Boros arrive?”

“Two d-days.” The male whispered, lowering his head as Genos’ glare softened to a dazed expression.

“Two days.”

#lord boros #Saitama #Genos #cute #idek #one punch man #opm #Cyborg child #eggs

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