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Title: coward :: obliviousness Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion
Synopsis: Atsumu seems nicer these days and you seem to see him more than before. Meanwhile, your kids meet someone they probably shouldn’t have.
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three more chapters till the end!!! I’m so happy by all of the love! really! its definately been one of my favorite fanfictions to write since its angsty and im in love with angst stories skjsksksksks
i think this chapter is the shortest one amongst the rest idk shhshshshs anyways i hope yall still love it wuwuwuwu. Hope you all are doing well and ilyasm!!!! have a gweat day!!!
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You thought you’d never see Miya Atsumu again but here he was, in your son's sports club, helping out Sugawara. Wasn’t it supposed to be volleyball season? What was he doing here? Helping the kids and picking up volleyballs? Didn’t he hate kids?
“...We train every morning and I personally train every night. You know my sched, it's what I did back then in college too.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Plus I wanted to personally apologize to the brats too because of what ‘samu and I did.”
You tilt your head in curiosity, “What did younger Miya-san do?”
“Beat’s me, your brat told me that ‘samu made you cry when he confronted you,” he blinked, recalling the first meeting he had with the kid, come to think of it, they did had a pretty good reason to be wary of him from the start, “Must’ve said something really shitty if you cried, L/N-san. You never cried except that night at the frat party when I first actually got to talk to you.”
Nostalgia hits you when you recall that day, it was a shitty day indeed. The only upside was seeing and talking to Miya Atsumu for the first time and getting him to bandage your leg.
“Oh.”
“Oh indeed.” the blonde stated, wiggling his eyebrows, “He’s just overprotective sometimes which is weird since we used to get into fist fights. Doesn’t excuse him for being an asshole to ya though.”
“He was being rational.” You expressed, watching him pick up the last volleyball.
“He has no right to though.” he retorted, annoyed that you were letting it slide, “Let’s be honest here, who did you left six years ago?”
“What-”
“You left me.” He cuts you off, giving you no chance to talk, you’d think he’d sound bitter by it but he anything but that. It was as if he was proving a point, “And I’ll admit I was angry at first by what you did and how it ended but that doesn’t give my friends and my brother the right to intervene. I’m not a fucking kid, I know what I got into when we started dating.”
“Miya-san, I-”
“So let me make it up to you, alright? Before we started dating, I was your friend first. Now that we’re both responsible adults and you’re a single mom at least let your friend help you. You can handle that shit right?” He replied but before you could even agree to him, your kids went out of the comfort room, fully changed to dryer clothes.
“Kaasan!” They yell in unison but immediately stop in their tracks when they see Miya Atsumu standing next to you.
“What’s this jiji doing here?” Yuuto spat out bitterly, looking the other way. The younger twin followed suit and looked the other way too, making Atsumu laugh and bend down to their level, “I heard from your kaasan that you like to eat cake. How about a truce? I know a good place that sells good cakes.”
Yuuto and Youta eyed him warily and you patted the oldest twin’s head, “Baby don’t you have something to say to Miya-san too?” your voice was softer towards him, Atsumu still couldn’t get used to your personality switch with the twins. He watches in amusement as the twin tries to sputter out a sorry.
“S-so...sorry…” he frowned, “I should’ve been a big boy and not call you names.”
“Youta, you too.” You urged the younger one.
The other twin frowned and also had trouble apologizing to him like his twin, “S-Sorry...I won’t do the same…” he apologized under his breath.
Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic they seem to have created, at least they weren’t as close-minded as they were before, “No sweat, kid.” He said, “I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for what my brother did too. Now, let’s get that cake shall we?”
You hold Yuuto on one hand and Youta on the other as you head to his car, after helping the kids at the backseat, he opens the front seat for you, “Oh, um…” You blinked, the sudden feeling of embarrassment creeped in, “You didn’t have to-”
He rolls his eyes in reply, “Get in, L/N-san. I don’t bite.”
The boys were quiet at the back first until Atsumu tried to strike a conversation with them, “What made you guys like volleyball?”
Youta, being the more open one, suddenly jumps on his seat, “ ‘Kaasan has an old volleyball at home! We saw it and started asking her about it!”
“Oh?” he stops at the traffic light and stares at you, quite surprised since he never pegged you to keep something of his after the break-up, “Didn’t know you kept my old memorabilia with you.”
Yuuto’s eyes seem to widen when he hears that, “No way, that was yours?” he sputters out, shocked.
“Yeah.” he laughed, starting the car again when the light turned green, eyes crinkling in amusement, “Your ‘kaasan and I used to be very close before. I used to sleepover and leave some of my stuff at her place.”
“Hm.” you clicked your tongue, recalling those times when Atsumu would just come in your home unannounced like you both lived together, “He was incredibly all over the place and messy like you two.”
“Wow!” Youta grins, seemingly excited, “What was kaasan like, jiji? I bet she was super nice and caring and a super good friend!”
The look of amusement never left his face as he agreed to the young boy, the rest of the ride was filled with Youta being overly-excited and asking Atsumu about you during college and about how you met him, “We were in the same class.” You replied, seemingly indifferent by it. You were used to this question before.
“Nope.” He replied, popping the p, an amused smirk worming its way to his face as he recalls differently since he never told you how he met you, “I saw your mom around a lot during the first few months of school.”
You were turned silent by his story, you didn’t know this part. You always thought that the first time you and Atsumu got acquainted was in that minor class you took during the second semester, “...I had also accidentally hit your mom with one of my serves while she was looking for a friend.” He recounts, parking the car in front of a very aesthetically-looking cake shop.
Your brows furrowed in deep thought, that was him? How come-
“Your ‘kaasan’s too famous, she probably doesn’t even remember the minimal interaction we had.” he joked, feigning hurt.
“Wow mom, I bet you must’ve hated jiji when he hit you with those super powerful serves!”
“She probably would if she remembered.”
You take the kids out of the car but Youta was still too entranced by Atsumu that he went ahead and wobbled next to him. The tall volleyball player was nice enough to match the younger one’s pace as they walked towards the shop, “Traitor.” You heard Yuuto mutter as you trailed behind him.
“I thought you forgave him.”
“Won’t stop watchin’ at him though, ‘kaasan.”” He grumbled but you can tell he was starting to slowly soften up to the blonde.
Atsumu (after much persistence) paid for the cakes and even got you a sugar-free one, Youta was very elated as soon as his cake was served and Yuuto was muttering something about how unfair it was as he started to stuff on hiw own slice, the blonde laughed at the contrasting personalities. They were so alike yet so different at the same time.
It reminded him so much of ‘samu and him back then.
“Oh, wait a moment. I have to pick up this phone call. Would you mind watching them for a sec?” You asked, Atsumu shakes his head to the side and he watches you exit the shop and take the call, the familiar expression of your creased forehead and narrowed eyes coming into play.
“Jiji, have you ever met our otosan?” Youta suddenly asks.
Atsumu feels his heart waver, this was such a heavy topic to ask but Youta didn’t seem to know the weight of his words. Yuuto was quiet this time too, observing him intently, the blonde setter suddenly cleared his throat, “I heard your kaasan met your otosan right after she graduated early and left me suddenly.” he tried to smile, looking unaffected, “So no, I haven’t met him.”
“Is that why you're mad at ‘kaasan?” Yuuto suddenly asks, head tilt to the side, “Because she left you su-suddenly?” The boy seemed to have a problem with longer words but he seemed very perceptive for his age. ‘Gee, were kids always this nosy?’ the blonde setter thought.
“Did your mom tell you that?” Atsumu lilted, dodging the question well, munching on his cake.
“She said that she broke something really bad that you owned.” Yuuto disclosed, brows furrowed together as if he was thinking very hard about what you said, “And that she deserved it”
Silence engulfed the table for a moment as he felt his throat dry up with the new load of information, “Your ‘kaasan is a very strong woman,” he began. The boy's eyes,especially Yuuto’s, lights up at the compliment they heard, “And she doesn’t deserve anything bad. So when someone tries to do something bad to her, even me, make sure you give’em a good spike.”
“Really?”
“Really, kiddo.” He hums in agreement, “You have to protect your ‘kaasan since your otosan isn’t here anymore.”
Youta’s eyes flicker at the mention of their father, “Jiji, you’re so funny.” he laughs very suddenly.
Atsumu’s brow upturns at the sudden statement of the twin.
“Otosan isn’t dead.” Atsumu feels his shoulder tense at those words, it seems like the twins were giving him such a field day today with questions and new information, “ ‘Kaasan says that he’s off somewhere following his dreams and he’ll come back soon.”
Atsumu wants to ask about a lot of things.
He wants to ask about what Youta said, he wants to ask who the fucking asshole was, he wants to ask why you’re waiting for him when he left you hanging by a thread there with two kids.
He really does but when he drops you off at your home and a sudden troubled expression graces your features when you see an older woman standing there, he knows that it isn’t the right time. Instead, he quietly says goodbye and watches the interaction closely from a distance. A bit of worry filling him since he didn’t like that expression you were showing.
The twins didn’t seem to know who the older woman was but judging by her body language she knew you very well.
Come to think of it, her features were very familiar. Cold eyes, (h/c) hair, a very familiar facial feature.
Could it be-
“Y/N…” she tries to call out but you immediately walk past her, paying her no attention. He feels nervous, “Y/N, please don’t ignore me. I’m your okaasan-”
Suddenly he realizes why he has never met your family at all.
Judging by the interaction he sees, you were anything but close with them and that your relationship with them was stagnant (it probably worsened since you got kids at an early age and the father left you to dry). The kids probably don’t even know who that woman was, you continue to ignore her as you sons look at her warily.
When she starts to get physical, he gets out of the car and tries to stop the women from getting any closer to you and the boys, “What are you doing? Don’t you know who I am-” the woman tries to yell her way through but the blonde notices how you flinch away from her as soon as you hear her loud voice and hide the kids behind you as if you were protecting them.
“She doesn’t want to see you or have her near her kids, so please leave before I call security.” Atsumu tried to calm the situation down, not wanting to raise his voice, he could be wrong about his assumptions and he didn’t want to let your mom see him in a bad light.
“You don’t understand-”
“Obaasan.” his voice was anything but nice and friendly now, he wanted to try and respect the woman who brought you to this world, he really does, but right now he wouldn’t mind calling the cops on her if she resorted to making a scene here, “Please leave before I call for security.”
Your mother grips on her expensive handbag tight and with one last glance to you, she immediately walks away. You don’t notice how you’re shaking and that Youta is crying behind you while Yuuto is trying his best to calm his twin down by insulting him and calling him a crybaby.
“L/N-san, are you-”
“I’m fine.” You cut him off, taking in a few deep breaths to calm you down, “I’m fine.”
He grabs your wrist and stares at you dead in the eye, “You’re shaking, Y/N.” He suddenly says your name softly, you're scared that if he goes nearer, he’d hear your ranging heart beat so you take a step further back and let go of his hold.
Atsumu narrows his eyes and tightens his lips at your response but decides against it, instead he turns to Youta and Yuuto, “I have a game next week and I got extra tickets, would you like to watch? The adlers and I will be playing, I heard one of ya likes Tobio-chan so much.”
Youta finally stops crying as soon as he hears the mention of free tickets and turns to a bundle of excited energy. Yuuto even starts jumping up and down at the mention of Kageyama Tobio.
Atsumu still has a lot of questions for you though, about your family, why you haven’t mentioned them, or the fact that their asshole of a father just left you to fulfill his dreams (he’s angry, very angry especially about this one) yet when he sees the small smile on your lips as you watch your kids jump up and down.
He holds back.
Those questions can wait another day.
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Cursed Blessings
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x reader
Warnings: MAJOR MENTIONS/BRIEF SCENE OF RAPE! Language, angst, alcohol, suggestive material, and this is just really sad.
Chpt. 2
Okay, PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! I don’t think the scene is graphic, however it’s there. If you feel that I should put a stronger warning, please don’t be afraid to dm me.
So, my first ficlet, where do I begin? This story was supposed to be a cute little scene with Thomas and an ex lover but omg, I went so off track but I hope yall like it. I did lots of scheming with this fic and @tinywhim I cannot thank you enough for all the help! Brainstorming with you gives me so much more motivation to actually finish writing stories ngl. But yeah, please be wary. Next part will be much lighter I promise. Let me know if you want to be tagged, I’m tagging my original tjeff taglist. Feedback is always appreciated! And....hope you guys continue this story with me! Enjoy!
Y/N didn’t believe in soulmates, even if she was surrounded by so many people who seemed to be destined to each other. Her parents were married for 27 years, never once betrayed each other, they even died together. Even though her mother would call them soulmates, she didn’t believe it, she just thought they were two people who found an undeniable love.
It was this phrase that was tossed around so much that it was starting to seem like a far off fantasy.
That changed when she met Thomas.
He was brilliant, charming, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. He had little quirks about him that she knew was just for her to see. Y/N liked when he would tell a story and he would get this fond look in his eye, and start scrunching up his nose the faster he talked. To her it was adorable, to him it was stupid.
Thomas made her feel safe, she’s never felt like that before.
They met at an art exhibit, and the two spent the whole night talking about different pieces and ended up going to a small diner, looking ridiculously overdressed. She could see her mother gush about how romantic it was, how she could picture the wedding now.
Y/N still didn’t believe in soulmates, but she did start to imagine a future with the man.
Two years in, they were finally thinking about moving in together. Thomas found a nice place in Charlottesville, not too far from his family’s estate. It felt like a perfect dream. They were going to close on it at the end of summer.
It was all perfect timing. The Jefferson's always threw a big charity event in July, the house would be filled with hundreds of snobby, rich attendees. Trying to fill in a conversation with any of them bored her to death, but Y/N couldn’t complain because while they had no genuine personality, they did have money. The event usually does really well each year, and this year was no different.
Y/N spent that whole weekend at the Jefferson's estate, helping set up decorations and enjoying her time with him and his father. Ever since Thomas’s mother passed, Peter hasn’t been as social with outsiders.
And even though she had heard some stories from the past that gave her dreaded chills, the man seemed to mean well. Thomas had told her that it was all in the past, and that he still cares for his father, so she shouldn’t hold it against him if Thomas wasn’t.
The night after the fundraiser she learned more about Peter Jefferson. He liked to golf, he enjoyed telling awful jokes, and he liked to drink.
He drank a lot that night.
Y/N was in the study, reading the final chapter of her book on the couch. Thomas had gone out with James for the night, seeing that he would be leaving to go up to New York till the end of summer. It was peaceful; she was wrapped in a large blanket, feet on the table with a mug of coffee and a good book.
The characters were clashing, it was something she hadn’t expected. She leaned forward and focused more on the words, not noticing the door open and shut quietly behind her. She only lifted her head when she felt cold fingertips run up her backside.
Y/N turned around quickly, noticing Peter barely standing on his own.
“Peter, are you alright? You don’t look too good.” His eyes were foggy, there was a stain across his shirt and he hiccupped to himself as he laughed.
“Well, I think...you do, darling.”
“Do what?”
“You look..good, very-very good if I might add.” He staggered into the seat next to her and immediately put his hand on her thigh.
“What are you doing?!” She pushed his hand off and he chuckled again.
“You know, Thomas...my son he sure did pick out...a beautiful lady. And, heh, at least he did something right, he did something good in his life. But that boy, he still doesn't have the mindset yet...he doesn’t see that-” Peter drifted off as he looked like he was about to vomit all over himself.
It was an opportunity, it was the perfect time to leave.
“He’s so blinded by your wit that he doesn’t see that you’re taking as you please, and maybe not even to him alone, right huh?” He grabbed Y/N’s calf as he tucked himself into her neck.
“He doesn’t see the way you dress, the way you look, how you’re just asking for it! Is he not giving you enough attention, darling?”
His hands felt slimy and unfamiliar, and they were certainly unwanted.
But what was Y/N to do? She could’ve easily ran out the room. The man was drunk, she could’ve easily shoved him, hit him hard enough, and he would probably stumble and she could get out. She could call Thomas-
Thomas.
Thomas kept her safe, Thomas promised her that she was his and nobody else’s. Thomas left the house, Thomas brought her into an abuser’s house.
Thomas was going to be so upset.
And she could avoid this, Y/N could put an end to this hand running up her shorts.
But she was numb, she was lost. All she could see was Thomas, all she could think was Thomas. But that certainly wasn’t Thomas’s hands, not his soothing touch, not his caring praise. It was Peter’s, and it was disgusting. But if she ended this, what would he say to Thomas?
By the time she could feel her feet, it was already over.
Y/N sat up to her pants on the floor along with a spilled coffee and puke smears on the rug. Her bones were cold, but that blanket had a white stain that made her uncomfortable. She looked and found the door closed.
As if he never even came in.
Maybe it was seconds, maybe it was hours, but when she finally sat up her whole body weight caved in on her.
She had to clean up the mess, she needed to get rid of the evidence.
She had to clean herself, she felt like this wasn’t her body. She was violated, she was abused, she was used.
Y/N took the longest shower of her life, whether it be from her crying or trying to disinfect the feeling of hands crossing her torso.
She went to bed alone, and surprisingly, sleep caught her quick. When she woke up, she was still alone. No Thomas, no Peter.
Her emotions ran over her again and she sobbed gently into her pillow. She was too afraid to leave the bed, too afraid to go downstairs and see what broke her, is breaking her. It was too much.
When her tears finally ran dry, there was a knock on the door. Immediately, she pulled her knees up to her chest and felt her heart jump. She stopped breathing until she heard her boyfriend’s voice.
As he walked in, he had bloodshot eyes, wearing the same clothes as the night before.
“Sorry I didn’t come back home. I drank a little too much, crashed at James’s place.”
I drank a little too much.
“It’s okay,” Her voice cracked and she hoped he didn’t notice it. Y/N couldn’t bear with his overwhelming care right now, she wasn’t ready for questions.
“Hey, so, turns out I do have to go in tomorrow, and early at that. So, what do you say getting a head start on the drive back?” Raising a brow, Thomas had a soft look on his face. He looked so different all of a sudden.
“I would like that.” Y/N put on her best smile.
But she couldn’t hold it forever, she would eventually give herself away, and of course after being together for a couple of years, Thomas would know a difference. The lack of hugs, the uncharacteristic quiet, working, what she claimed, “overtime.”
They were signs.
The next few weeks, he made an effort to do better, try harder. Thomas booked reservations at the most expensive restaurants, he surprised her at work on Wednesday’s, he made sure to leave the office on time so he could cook dinner for Y/N, always asking how her day was.
He said those three words at every chance he got because he needed her to know, he needed her to understand that whatever was happening, whoever she was seeing, they wouldn’t love her like him.
It wasn’t enough.
“Is there someone else?”
Y/N turned to look at him, luggage in hand. She’s never seen him so broken, so lost. He had stopped crying, clinging to himself as if to hold him close to the ground. Those eyes, those deep brown eyes that she fell in love with...they were too similar.
It was like she was back on that couch, seeing those drunken orbs that ruined her forever.
Apparently, her silence was his answer. Thomas nodded his head sadly and walked back towards the bedroom, leaving Y/N stuck to the doorstep.
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“It could turn out to be a blessing.”
Her jaw was shut tight, hand over her mouth, restricting even the tiniest sob from letting loose.
“No matter what happens, we’ll help you out….”
This town wouldn’t let her live peacefully if she dared approach one of those buildings.
“Have you at least called the father?”
Peter gave her a check and a note two days ago.
“Why don’t you just come up here? We can figure this out together.”
Her phone dinged, and there was a ticket to New York staring at her.
“Whatever you need, whatever you decide, we’ll support you, Y/N.”
She was gonna need it.
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You-15, Sam-16, Dean-19
It's been a few years and your friendship with the boys grow stronger all the time. You and Sam have a close friendship but you and Dean are inseparable.
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Best Friends
Chapter 3
"Boys are so freakin stupid." You huffed walking into Dean's room. The boys had decided to come along and stay with you at the end of the school year. Your dad deciding to just let you stay at Uncle Bobby's during to keep you from having to transfer you everywhere around the country, the boys however werent as lucky with their dad.
"Why? What happened to ol what's his face?" Dean asked not taking his eyes off the movie he had been watching.
"He ditched me for Karen." You sassed and made a face saying her name. "Your all hormon driven. Every. Single. One." You said sitting down next to the bed.
"We're not all like that. Look at Sammy. Hes more into books and studying." He laughed scooting over and patting the bed so that you could lay down next to him. "Want me to kick his ass?"
"No, hes not worth the time. It was a joke anyways thinking he would actually like me." You said hanging your head. "Jesus how could I be so dumb. I should just start traveling with dad again. Get outta this town. I dont like anyone here anyways, no one would miss me."
"Stop that self hate bull right now. Y/n there are other people out there. Besides you have friends here. Like actual real life friends. Out on the road it's just me, dad, and Sam. Kinda lonely really."
"Ah yes very lonely going state to state deflowering girls and saving the day. Must be hard with so many conquests under your belt." You rolled your eyes, you knew that dean didnt have a problem traveling all over the states.
"I am not having that talk with you. You like my little sister I never wanted and it makes me feel wierd."
"Dean, I'm 15 now, I've fooled around with guys. It's not like I'm completely innocent in a sense." You laughed sitting up.
"Stop really. Like gross. Dont you have homework you need to do or studying or something. Really y/n of your gonna start talking about that get out. Makes me wanna get names and go beat some boys asses." He said pushing your shoulder with his.
"Na. I'll stay. Finish watching this movie with you, if you dont mind. I haven't seen it in a while anyways." You said propping on the head board. "Where is Sammy? We could make this a movie night like we use to have, stay up till morning when Uncle Bobby wakes up he could even yell at us." You laugh.
"Had a date with some chic in town, probably sobbing all over some girls face." He said grabbing his drink off the floor. "If we're making this a movie night we need popcorn and some snacks." He stated pointedly at you.
You rolled your eyes and got up. "The only reason I'm getting everything is because I wanna change into my comfy clothes." You walked out of the room.
"Pie! Dont forget the pie!" He yelled.
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"Tired. So tired." You mumbled over the book Bobby had sat in front of you.
"Well if you and Dean hadn't stayed up all night watching scary movies and cackling like a bunch of Henson you wouldn't be. Now help me figure out what this thing is or I'll stick you out there with the boys." You had to admit at least you was inside instead of in the heat working in the garage. Your uncle hadn't been the happiest when he woke up to find you and Dean still wide awake at 6:30 watching a Hatchetman marathon.
"All I'm saying is if you dont want me to conk out I'm gonna need some coffee." You said getting up and going to the front door.
"Y/n, we have coffee in the kitchen." Uncle Bobby grunted after you.
"I also need fresh air, uncle Bobby." You walked out of the door
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You had convinced the boys to go with you to a little outside diner in the middle of town ri grab some lunch and just hang out. "So do yall know when yall are leaving me behind again?" You knew it was inevitable that they would leave and you might not get to see them till Thanksgiving or even Christmas.
"Last we talked to dad we were staying through summer and leaving out around the first of August." Sam said taking a bite of a fry. "But he also talked about taking off the last few weeks of summer along with your dad. Taking a type of family vacation."
"Ha, you both know just as well as I do that's not gonna happen. Dad was suppose to be out of the business a long time ago. Even bought a house and wound up selling it because there wasnt a point in owning something he never used." You laughed taking a drink of your milkshake.
You looked up in time to see the guy you had plans with the night before walk into the diner. "Come on, I'm sure Uncle Bobby is wondering where we are. I still have some research to do and yall gotta finish working in that car for him."
"Haha y/n. Nice try. What's going on? Your never willing to get back to work." Dean said still eating on his burger.
"I'm turning a new leaf, let's go." You gritted through your teeth as the guy from the night before started walking toward you. "Ugh, damnit," you whispered putting on a fake grin. "Hey Ethan."
"Hey y/n, look about last night-"
"You had something come up. It's fine."
"Can I have a rain check? Maybe take you out for dinner tonight?" He asked looking at the guys that was with you.
"Ummm. I dont know my family just got into town and I haven't seen-"
"We dont mind. Besides I have plans with some friends and I think Dean might have a date." Sam said smiling at the guy standing in front of them.
"Yup y/n we dont mind. Were here all summer anyways, and we have that vacation too. We have plenty of time to catch up " Dean said standing up. "It was nice to meet you Nathan." Holding out his hand
"Ethan." Ethan said shacking his back.
"Whatever." Ethan walked back to his group of people.
"I hate you both right now." You said grabbing your bag and throwing it over your head before storming away.
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that soulmate au was sooo angsty but it was SO GOOD :)) thanks for another amazing chapter!! ❤️❤️❤️ btw did you watch voltron season 7 yet?
you’re absolutely welcome!!! thank you so much for reading and yes I have and GOD I HAVE A LOT TO SAY BEAR WITH ME ANON
spoilers for voltron season 7 below tread carefully
I love Voltron a lot, as I’m sure a lot of you already know with the stuff I repost/reblog and the fact that I’ve gotten off my ass to write for it is another. Recently, Voltron’s shift into more serious topics and the fact that this is war and all is amazing, the animation these recent seasons have been absolutely A1 and shit, that fight with Shiro and Keith? Stunning work, it was beautiful and heartfelt and everything and I went into season 7 super stoked and hyped up, stayed up till midnight and everything to watch it
when adam died, had to stop the episode half way because i was so pissed and sad and confused that i just went to sleep and vowed to finish it in the morning
a lot of it is because i never thought queerbaiting could be a thing with voltron. i never expected them to announce shiro was gay and when they did i was like, wow, that’s so cool they’re confirming stuff and coming out with it, and he has a boo too? hell yeah. the thing is, the voltron writers and studio don’t owe us anything with what they come up with. it’s how we don’t expect anything from bnha that’s necessarily progressive and what not because it’s shounen, you know? we’re here for fun character development, cool fights, cringe fanservice at times and the works. it’s why no one was burning down Jump because naruto and sasuke weren’t madly in love, these creators don’t have to have this kind of content, and i’m fine with that. But hyping it up and being super proud about it only to not have anything to show? yeah, that is a let down. (i know apparently the fingers need to be pointed at dreamworks but honestly i’m kinda just numb and hoping for redemption in season 8 otherwise of the stars and you is going to have some heavy changes later on with what i think should’ve happened)
weirdly enough, i never had a solid ship watching voltron. i was pretty game for anything, as long as it had good and reasonable development. I really liked the idea of klance especially after season 3 because, omg, development, i never saw allura and lance being a thing because it was always so comedic and brushed aside and never felt right to begin with, honestly. Lance could’ve ended up with Pidge or they all could’ve just been a happy family with no real pairings and i still would’ve been fine. but that shit with suddenly turning a platonic, trust worthy friendship into a romantic thing with no development whatsoever and that kacxa shit i ain’t even gonna touch that because like
what the fuck?
HE HAD FOUR OR FIVE INTERACTIONS WITH HER AND OVER HALF WERE ON OPPOSITE SIDES AND LMAO NOW I’M SUPPOSED TO SWALLOW THIS LOVE PILL YALL SHOVING DOWN MY THROAT?
no thanks. i love acxa’s character design and think she’s always been kick ass but she deserves more than a sloppy romance that didn’t need to be necessary
also tired of lance not getting the development he deserves and being written off as second hand comedy relief and very tired of everyone calling him and idiot because my precious baby was ready to fucking die twice and he deserves more god damnit
(will also not stand for how keith suddenly became an asshole this season like, i’m sorry what?)
i’m kinda just holding out hope that season 8 is gonna come and slap amazing development and storyline in my face and the voltron writers are gonna be like “hahaha, you all thought we’d shove that crap down your throats? here’s the good shit”
because all the mad stuff aside, i still love this show a lot, and i still am willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. i don’t think all this writing and these hidden meanings behind scenes are going to be dumped down the drain, i think lance’s development is still on the horizon, and maybe we’re all just overreacting and jumping guns because like i said, voltron’s gonna slap us in the face with some clutch amazing writing and development (and lance is gonna realize what he needs is not the rebound but the angry hothead who left for awhile but he’s back now and he’s not leaving again Lance dw)
adam and shiro deserved the world and i wished we could’ve seen them be happy because i understand the argument that we all built up this beautiful relationship we knew nothing about but, was killing his ex-fiance really necessary to teach shiro about war? i think he fucking knows. he lost and arm and suffered immense abuse from his captors, was tortured and cloned and died and sorry, i think he gets the point. Shiro deserved to be happy and no one can convince me otherwise.
Adam’s alive and lost in the desert because he doesn’t know earth has been liberated you can’t convince me otherwise.
i also wrote this because i was so mad and sad about the whole thing, it’s gonna be a small fic on ao3 soon because i’m still sad about it :(
Their first meeting isn’t the kind that they deserve.
But it’s what they didn’t know they needed.
Shiro tugged the helmet off his head, exiting out of the flight simulator as he sighed. It’d been a rough decision to intercept the ship on his right wing from engaging enemy fire, but it’d been his call as the head of the formation and the one he deemed necessary. I got everyone out of it alive, didn’t I?
Shiro ran fingers through the fluffy tufts of his hair that still stuck out from the neat cut he kept close to the sides. His eyes strayed to the other cadets exiting the simulators and he straightened, prepared to line up alongside them for their debriefing. Great things were expected of him, and if he wanted to do this right (he had to do this right) then he needed to hit the ground running–
“Hey, asshole.”
Shiro stopped in his tracks. Several cadets beside him froze at the drop of a clear confrontational tone. Shiro’s shoulders automatically squared, his back straightening at the aggressive tone and preparing himself for the worse as he calmly turned on his heel. Must be the wing pilot– “Listen, I know-”
Shiro felt his whole world slow.
His eyes were a soft, fiery sort of hazel. He couldn’t help the split second thought of wondering what they’d look like in better circumstances. His skin was a gentle hue of milk chocolate, smoothed over lean arms and a slightly shorter stature than himself. His hair was a shade different against his skin, fluffy and sticking up in tufts from where his helmet had pressed it in and his glasses were askew across his face as he marched straight toward Shiro and wow, that’s a very pretty shade of hazel-
“Next time you decide to make a decision like that,” his fellow cadet bit out, shoving his helmet roughly into Shiro’s arms and he felt air escape his lungs with a soft whoosh as he stumbled back a step. “Do us all a favor and stay in your own lane.”
Shiro blinked dumbly, realizing the hazel in his eyes had flecks of green and the cadet scowled, irritated and grumpy and reminding him an awful lot of a cat that’d been caught in the rain and didn’t want to admit it. Words stumbled over his tongue and failed to escape past his lips as he held the other cadet’s helmet and the cadet scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned on his heel to leave.
don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave yet
namenamename
say something!
“There’s no lanes in space,” Shiro said dumbly.
A few of the cadets beside him snickered and the one with milk chocolate hair and skin merely scowled, flashing him one final glare over his shoulder before he stalked off, completely ignoring the fact that there was still a debriefing to be had.
Shiro quickly realized he needed a proper explanation to the commander now walking toward them as to why one of their crew was missing.
And that he needed that cadet’s name, now.
i kinda headcanon that Adam was a rough, hotheaded kind of guy who is actually super soft and dorky and sweet but it just depends how he gets to know you and how you guys start off on the right foot (shiro didn’t)
Shiro, being straightforward and awkward and Shiro totally falls flat on his face for the guy that’s trying to match him step for step and he’s always seen Adam as an equal and never someone below him and he’s so in love for him its hilarious (half the crew knows but they just don’t say anything) Adam is totally oblivious and thinks Shiro’s just pitying him because Adam works really hard but Shiro always manages to pull just a bit ahead so Adam sees him as a rival but it’s actually a one-sided rivalry with the his “rival” actually being completely in love with him.
- yeah i’m still really sad about them
#voltron#voltron season 7 spoilers#adam isn't dead#adashi#shadam#wtf was season 7 season 8 pls save me#i love all ships but i just want a reason to believe its a good ship#that is not kaxca#klance#i'm typing this very aggressively and loudly because i'm mad#fat mad mood#mostly just sad#hoping for the best#vld#vld spoilers
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Love is an Accident
Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at fanfiction! I’m really excited to share this story with yall and hope you enjoy it too! I have plans to make it a multi fic chapter but we will see where that goes later. For now I simply hope you enjoy my first story. ***Disclaimer I don’t own the characters or the story and right are reserved for the original creator*** Not yet rate but this chapter is SFW
The accident wasn’t her fault. I mean what sane person starts a fight in a coffee house! She had originally come to the coffee house a block from her home in order to get some fresh air, and hopefully some fresh ideas for her creative writing project that was due in a few days. However, it looked like she needed a new outfit and a new writing journal. She looked up from her coffee stain clothes to see a man with pink her bolt away from her table and head right back to the dark haired man that she supposed had pushed him causing this mess.
“Gray what the hell man!” The pink haired man exclaimed as he walked back over to the guy she presumed was Gray.
“Hey it’s not my fault your pansy ass couldn’t handle a little shove.” Gray said with a smirk as he began to unbutton his dark blue shirt. “Besides you’re the one who started this flame brain!”
“Oh?” The pink haired one questioned,”and how is that Ice princess? ‘Cause from where I’m standing you’re the one who pushed me across the coffee house for no reason!”
“You both need to shut up and stop making a scene or I will have to teach you a lesson in manners AGAIN!” A very intimidating woman said coming between the two fighting men. Her hands on her hips as she looked at them with disapproval in her eyes. “Now apologize to each other so I can get back to ordering my coffee in peace!”
The two men backed away from each other faces pointed in opposite directions as they each mumbled half assed “Sorries” to the wind. But that seemed to placate the fierce red-head and she went back to perusing the menu.
Lucy looked away from the group now that the commotion had settled and began to inspect the damage the pink haired man had caused to her and her belongings. Her journal was soaked in coffee and was more than likely ruined. Great, now how am I supposed to remember the writing prompts in time. I guess I could call Levy and see if she could help me out. Lucy thought to herself as she went back to assessing the damage done. Her shirt was stained all the way down the front and there was a decent amount soaking into her shorts as well. Well at least I had decided to go with an iced coffee today instead of my regular Hot Cocoa. She grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the table and tried to mop up the mess the pink haired guy had made when she noticed another set of hands mopping up spilled coffee.
“Sorry about that, didn’t mean to go flying into your table and make a mess.” The pink haired guy stated with an apologetic look. “The names Natsu by the way.”
“Lucy,” she stated simply and went back to cleaning up before taking the soaked napkins from the table and walking them over to the nearest trash can.
“If you want I could buy you another to replace the one I spilled?” Natsu said when she returned to her table.
Lucy looked at him in bewilderment before packing up her things and saying, “Thanks, but I think I’m kinda good on coffee right now. I just want to go home and get out of these clothes.” She put her bag on her shoulder and started to head for the door when he called out, “Well then let me buy you dinner, Ya know to makeup for it.”
She turned around and saw the man blushing like crazy after blurting out something like that in such a crowded coffee house. Lucy started to blush fiercely herself but walked back to Natsu and held her hand out.
He looked down at her open palm and back up at her a question in his eyes, head tilting a little to the side until she finally sputtered out, “Well give me your phone so I can give you my number. How else are you going to get in touch with me before our date?”
His eyes widened as it sunk in what she was saying and he fumbled around his pockets for his phone before he finally pulled it out of his pocket and handed it over to her. She took it from him and typed in her number before giving it back to him. “There,” she said, “text me when you want to go out.” She turned away from him and walked back to her apartment mentally screaming at herself for giving the crazy guy at the coffee house her phone number so easily. What was she thinking!
Once home she climbed up the 2 flights of stairs until she got to her floor and walked down the hallway to her apartment she shared with 2 other girls. Cana her best friend from highschool and now into college and Levy, a girl she met in a language course a few semesters back and hit it off with instantly. Cana was sitting on the couch drinking wine when Lucy walked in the door and gave her roommate a long stare before shrugging it off and taking a swig from her wine bottle.
“So what happened to you?” The brunette questioned as lucy crossed through the living room to her door and threw her things inside. “It’s a long story and I really feel like I could use a shower can I just tell you when I get out?” Lucy sighed as she leaned out of her door frame eyes pleading for her roommate to let her have 5 mins to compose herself. “Fine, but I want all the weird details when your done.” Cana simply stated before going back to watching the mindless daytime talk show she had on and taking another swig from her wine bottle. Why the woman couldn’t use a glass or wait till after noon to drink was beyond her but ever since she was 16 and had found her father’s alcohol stash in the den it has been nearly impossible to find Cana without booze.
Lucy walked into her private bathroom and turned the water on in her shower before stripping out of her sticky coffee stained clothing, bummer it took me forever to pick that outfit out this morning. I really hope it doesn’t stain. Once the water was warm enough she slipped in and rinsed off the sticky feeling and smell of coffee till she felt fresh and clean and smelled like vanilla and strawberries again. Once done she shut the water off and stepped out of her shower grabbing a big fluffy white towel and drying off before wrapping it around herself and heading back into her room.
Something she will always be grateful for is that this apartment she shared with her two best friends each had a separate private bathroom and closets. When the three of them had first started looking for an apartment together they quickly discovered that finding a 3 bed/3 bath apartment in their price range close to campus in Magnolia was next to impossible. When out of the blue Lucy found this hidden gem a Block and a half from campus, shopping, and great restaurants and nightlife. It felt like they had hit the motherload it seemed to good to be true! When they did the initial walk through and saw it was a cozy modern rustic styled house that fit with the feel of Magnolia and home, AND had personal space for all three girls and tons of entertaining space too, they didn’t even have to hesitate when asked if they were interested in the apartment.
One year later and they still loved their place and had no regrets what so ever about moving in together it’s been great like one big sleep over. The girls help lucy with her writer's blocks and she gives them advice on their essays for class. Levy makes sure they eat everyday and they help her remember to eat and sleep when she does marathon research at the library, and Cana knows how to loosen everyone up and have a good time and they keep her from going home with strange people when she is too plastered to remember what happened the next morning. It’s a balance and the best roommate situation she could have hopped for in college.
She pulled out her comfiest panties and then put her sleeping boxer shorts on over them and an oversized black T-Shirt that had the words ‘Exercise? I Thought You Said Extra Fries!’ with a cartoon image of french fries on the front. Once dressed she walked out to the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Cana who was still nursing on her bottle of wine though was now watching a show called “Bar Rescue” on Spike.
“Sooooo,” Her friend drew out the word clearly letting Lucy know she hadn’t forgotten about her coming home covered in coffee.
“So I need to buy a new Writing journal and I think I have a date.” Lucy said as nonchalantly as possible knowing what was about to happen next.
“YOU GOT A DATE!!” Cana yelled excitedly turning to face Lucy and settling in for the full story and expecting to get all the details.
“Well I said I think I have a date. I’m not to sure if it’s actually going to happen or not.” Lucy said with a shrug. “This guy ran into my table during a fight he was having with some guy he knew and it caused my iced coffee to spill all over me and my stuff. He originally only asked to buy me another coffee to replace the one he spilled, but I turned him down so I could leave and go home. When I was headed for the door he just blurted out ‘well then let me buy you dinner’.” Lucy explain clearly torn between laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing sounded and wondering if he really meant it when he asked her out.
“Well what did you say back to him?” Cana questioned her taking another sip from her wine bottle before offering some to Lucy who just shook her head.
“Well I went back to him and asked for his phone so i could give him my number and then left.”she simply stated.
“So what you’re telling me is that you gave this random dude who spilled coffee on you and your stuff your number and have no idea if he is actually gunna call or text you to ask you out?” Canna said with amusement clear in her eyes, her smirk slowly getting bigger the longer she thought about it before she finally burst out laughing.
“Well when you put it like that,” Lucy said ducking her head down feeling silly over it all. I mean why did she think that this guy would actually want to go out with her. They hardly said two words together and he ran into her table during a fight for crying out loud! He was only offering to be nice, yea that must have been it. There is absolutely no reason to think he rea-
Her train of thought halted when she heard her phone chime letting her know she had a new text come in. Glancing over at her purse she eyed Cana before sprinting for her bag, but she was too slow. Cana got there first and opened up the new message from an unknown number.
“It just says ‘Hi’”. her friend looked down at her phone screen with disappointment before tossing it over to Lucy. “Bummer, I was hoping he would be more creative with his first text after how ya’ll first met and all.” She sauntered back over to the couch bottle in hand before falling back into it and watching as the bartender taught the current workers a new mixed drink with a lot of colorful liquors in it.
Lucy stared down at her phone screen and the innocent lone text message that she now had to reply to. Finally, she decided to respond with a simple ‘hi’ back.
A few moments later her phone chimed again from the same number saying,
This is Natsu by the way...just in case you didn’t know.
I kinda figured that it was you but nice to be sure all the same. Whats up? She sent back.
Well i’m still at the coffee shop thinking about how you probably think I’m crazy..but I swear I’m not no matter what that popsicle breath thinks!
Well that’s good to know
So do you wanna go grab a bite to eat tonight? I know a great bar downtown that has a killer burger?
She stared at her phone for a second, debating on what to say. Did she really want to go out with a guy who picked a fight in a coffee shop? He didn’t really give off the creepy guy vibes, and she tended to be a pretty good judge of character when it comes to sleazy guys. So she responded with, Sure, Why not. What time do you want to meet up?
It takes him a full minute longer than his other text to respond but when he does it’s just a simple, 8pm the bar is called Fairy Tail, it’s on Main street.
She looks over to Cana and asks, “Hey do you know anything about a place called Fairy Tail on Main street?”
“Yeah they have some killer margaritas there. Why wana go?”
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