#thirty minutes later has her going oh you know what okay i was wrong. very wrong.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

dc brainrot anon here to say something something that challengers pose but it’s jaydickate… you could fight over her orrrrrr learn to share 😇

spoil her with attention okAY BYEEEEE

No nope wait come back you can't just say that and dip hang on

also this wound up getting horny. under the cut it goes!

Just. Just debating if Dick is feeling Kate up while Jay kisses her, or if Jason is holding her while Dick is kissing her. Depends on Jay's self esteem levels (does he feel like an outsider or interloper because he doesn't think he's good enough). Because Dick sliding his hand between Kate's legs, his other hand around Kate's neck to keep her in place while Jason kisses her is making me chew wires. The LEVEL of trust that displays. Obviously meeting out of costume shows a level of trust but Dick can FEEL her PULSE against his palm.

Jason keeps getting distracted because that is SUCH a pretty tableau, Kate and Dick leaning into each other. Like kill people gorgeous because he doesn't know what else to do. It's the spicy version of cuteness aggression. Jason wants to tear apart anyone who has ever looked at Dick and Kate, who has ever seen this--except, no, they've never done this. This is all for him. Only him. They each belong to him and he will share them with each other and that's it.

Though, you know, i think Dick would go a little feral if Kate or Jason grabbed him by the throat. Is it a size kink thing? A competency kink? Yes. The size kink of it working in different directions for him with this. How did Kate even reach his neck. I think Jason would be kind of into getting put in a chokehold but not being grabbed by the throat. It's interesting because he does like being collared. They are all into seeing each other get manhandled by each other (though with Kate it's less shoving her around and more when one of them holds her STILL for fucks sake she's so bad at it. I think one time Jason pulls Kate to him after she's been up waaay too long, her back against his front, his forearm resting along her breastbone and his hand gently resting on her throat and he talks to her in a low soothing voice and accidentally talks her into subspace. Dick is the first to figure out what's happening and sits there and watches. does nothing to prevent it or inform anyone that's what's happening. It's, like, for science or something.)

You know, they all have size kinks in this relationship. It requires a little coordination to get grindy on Kate in a way that's good for her because of the height differences. Jason can and will hoist her up with his forearms under her thighs like he's a fucking chair so she can get her legs around Dick's waist. (The Boys are learning the benefits of teamwork! something something Kate wants to be degraded a little so they talk about sharing their toy)

This is impressive because while Kate is smaller than both of them which is not even HARD, she is not small because my personal headcanon is girl thicc. She THICCCCCCC because I said so

But anyway people generally don't hoist her around. Or they do, but they're all enhanced or mutants or mutates or straight up aliens. Clint has yeeted her before but that's about it for normal humans. They also have a weird hivemind connection sometimes so she can tell when he's about to toss her and can help. Whatever, the point is the boys manhandle her which is NOT something she just allows, partly because trauma and partly because it's not DIGNIFIED, she does actually need some of these people to respect her and being hauled about like a sack of potatoes does not help make that point. Dick and Jason recognizing it for the honor it is and take full advantage of it.

Thinking about That Jason Todd Pose as he directs Dick and Kate to put on a show for him (they were probably being obnoxious at a gala or trying to steal from Red Hood for god knows what reason). Will have them do fucknasty shit and write the most beautiful poetry about it, it's very confusing for Dick and Kate but they don't mind.

It's audience participation porn, basically.

I feel like Dick would try to "train" Jason how to fuck Kate right, like coaching him or something, get some of that Discowing/Robin dynamic going, probably trying to tap into some kind of trust or bond idk. but they don't realize they're doing so, this is different from how they normally objectify Kate. Like, they're talking about her like she's not there, ignoring her, but for real, not in a sexy way. They are arguing??!

Kate is like wow actually maybe neither of you get to fuck me. OR MAYBE A COMPETITION?? over who has the best technique. It winds up with Kate pegging them and they're fucked dumb making Kate go >:) I am the best

This cannot stand. The next day they work together (teamwork again!) to keep her cock drunk all day.

One of them goes "about last night..." and Kate is all yesssss with suggestive eyebrows. And then one of the boys says her technique could use some work. Kate squawking indignation she has NEVER had a complaint about her strap game ( definitely something they will revisit later when they don't have plans. Unfortunately this whole weekend is booked solid)

Dick: baby it's not that it was bad

Kate: *angery bird noises*

Jason: we just want to give you some pointers, sweets.

Kate: *angrier bird noises but begrudgingly listening because she wants to know how to make them feel even BETTER next time*

This is a TRICK, btw, "giving her pointers" turns into "a demonstration" turns into "a hands on demonstration" because, well-- here, if you feel it you'll know what they're talking about

its just them all day passing her back and forth. Tbh mostly edging her, they are VERY mean about it and if her brain wasn't leaking out her ears she would be planning retaliation. Unfortunately they are fucking her brainless.

Maybe don't be so cocky next time baby :(

instead of teaching each other how to fuck her they're teaching her how to fuck them. If she can't remember the finer points they will just have to do the lesson again. Oh no :(

....sorry if you wanted some deep emotional stuff.

[goldessia]

first love!reader x second love!megumi

it was always apparent a part of megumi’s heart would belong to his first love. i mean, anyone’s would, right? the first person you love will remain in your heart forever.

but, sometimes, it was hard.

megumi was my first love. is, my first love. the first person i let touch my soul, my heart, and my body. i was wholly, rawly, his.

but, a year into dating, things started to get hard.

a few of megumi’s friends from his old friend-group from his high-school touched base with him. his first love was apart of that group, but they told him they’d long stopped contacting her a while ago.

so, he agreed to meet up with them, both as a chance for his old friends to meet me, and to catch up with them.

an evening dinner is what we agreed on.

“do you think i should wear something fancy?”

“huh?” megumi says, still tired from his nap. “well, do you want to?”

“if you will, i will.” i shrug, holding up my black dress.

i hear the ruffle of our bed, footsteps behind me, and then i feel the warmth of his hands on my stomach as he hugs me. he breathes me in, resting his head on my shoulder.

“i don’t mind. you’ll look beautiful, anyways.” he smiles, presses a kiss to my cheek, and moves toward the bathroom to freshen up.

despite us being together for over a year, his compliments still make me flustered and nervous. i blush, smiling, and opt for jeans and a shirt instead of the dress.

it was just a dinner with friends, right?

when we arrived, i realized i made the wrong decision. apparently, over the years his friends got fancy jobs and therefore were wealthy, and opted for an extremely over-the-top fancy restaurant.

i groan as i step out the car, megumi closing the door behind me after he had opened it.

“this is where we’re eating for a casual let’s-catch-up-dinner?” i frown.

“itadori got some cash, i guess..” he shrugs, “he said he was paying for our meals, so i didn’t think it was very fancy.”

“i’m wearing jeans!” i huff, “they’re going to think i’m some hood-rat you picked up off the street.”

megumi laughs.

“don’t laugh at me!”

he slings an arm around my waist, urging me forward. “they’ll love you. you don’t have to worry.” he places a kiss on my temple, “they’re good people.”

“okay..” i say hesitantly, not really taking in his words.

we step into the restaurant, quickly finding the table as the pink-haired boy, itadori, i presumed, yelled megumi’s name.

“fushiguro!” he yells, the restaurant quieting down to see the commotion, “over here!”

megumi rubs his temples, and cocks his head toward the table. i pick at my fingernails, nervous to walk toward them.

i was happy to see they weren’t wearing any fancy suits or dresses. itadori was wearing sweatpants. nobara was wearing the same as i, jeans and a shirt.

“fushiguro, i see you’re not gray yet.” nobara looks to me, and her eyes widen. “and you have a pretty girlfriend!” she exclaims, “you must be y/n.”

“yeah, uh.. how’d you know?”

“fushiguro told us all about you. the love of my life, he said!”

megumi smiles. i admire the way he isn’t ashamed as he says, “that she is.”

“a few more people are coming.” itadori exclaims as we slide into the booth, “friends of friends, and all that.”

his voice has a certain edge to it, as if he were hiding something.

“that’s fine.” megumi says, “so, what about you, itadori? found yourself a girlfriend, yet?”

“oh, please! nobody would be able to handle itadori. he’s too much.” nobara waves her hand, taking a sip of her wine.

“rude!”

thirty minutes later, the others from his old friend group arrive. gojo and his wife, and a few other of megumi’s teachers flow into the restaurant, followed by—

my heart catches in my throat. silence fills the table.

megumi stiffens beside me. “what is she doing here?” he nearly fumes, a hand wrapping tight around my waist.

itadori chockes on his beer, “oh! uh, um…” he stutters.

“did you know she was coming?” megumi asks, his voice tense, eyes ripping away from her and toward itadori.

“.. would you be mad if i said yes?”

“itadori, i will—“

“megumi!” a voice exclaims. there she was, in her pretty red dress, even more beautiful face and brunette hair. she was an exchange student in their second year. they dated for three years before they broke up.

i feel my heart sink. i look at megumi, and his whole face is tense. his pupils are small, his lips opened in shock. after all, he hadn’t seen her in years. he quickly closes them.

“call me fushiguro.” he says coldly, sparing me a glance. for a second, his eyes soften, his pupils relax. but still, his whole body was tense.

“no need to be so cold to me.” she scoffs, before her eyes turn to me. her eyes scan over me, almost in disgust. i hear her whisper, “this is my replacement?”

she sits across from me, and i feel.. i feel like shit.

he never told me she was so beautiful.

for the rest of the dinner, megumi is silent. i try to place my hand in his, but he pulls it away, shaking his head and looking out the window.

i frown.

i feel tears prickle on my eyes, and god save me if i cried in front of her.

“oh my god, and y/n—“ itadori rambles. he was telling me a story of when they were young.

“you’ll have to excuse me.” i cut him off, a small crack in my voice.

“oh. is everything okay?”

“yeah.” i nod, “i just need to use the washroom.”

i give a reassuring smile as i slide out the booth. megumi’s hand catches my wrist, and he gives me a confused look.

i say nothing and slide my hand away from him, walking toward the door.

i felt like my chest was going to explode; like my heart was going to explode. the second i open the front door and fresh air catches in my lungs, i..

i break.

a tear slides down my cheek, and i am quick to wipe it away. pretty much all the customers had gone away, as it was nearing to close time.

fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

it shouldn’t hurt this bad— why does it hurt this bad? he said he’d gotten over her, that he had no feelings, but it’s so so obvious that part of him still does.

i nearly slide down the wall when i hear a ping from my phone, forcing me back into reality.

megumi. 💍

are you okay?

i stare at the message. i go to type, but everything is blurry, and my hands are shaking. i shut my phone off, and crumble.

a minute later, i hear the chime of the door opening.

“y/n?”

the voice that used to be comforting fills my ears. i turn my head away, shaking my head.

“y/n, talk to me.”

his voice sounds nothing more than an echo. i feel his hands, his warm hands, slide around my face as he kneels next to me, turning my head to look at him.

“oh, baby.” he whispers. i want to push away, i should. but, his touch brings me comfort, he brings me comfort, even if he is the source of my current misery.

“what’s wrong?” he says in my ear, a hand brushing over my back. “talk to me.”

i finally find enough will to push him away. his face shows so much hurt, so much confusion.

“you still love her, don’t you?” my hoarse, tired voice cuts through the night.

“wha.. i, no, no, i don’t love her!” he is quick to defend himself. “our relationship ended years ago. all feeling toward her is gone.”

“that’s a lie. you’re lying.” i say as i stand. i push his hand away that tries to brush the tear off my cheek. “be honest with me here.”

“i am, i am.” he ushers. he raised his hand once more, but hesitated. “i.. you can’t just.. expect me to forget everything that happened between me and her.”

“so i’m right. you still love her.”

he stutters. “i don’t.. i don’t have an answer to that.”

my heart breaks. shatters, even. the man i love, the first and last man i would ever love, still has feelings for an ex he broke up with over five years ago.

i shake my head. my whole body feels like it’s going to crumble any second.

“i’m sleeping at my mothers tonight.” i say, turning away from him.

“wait, wait!” he catches me, hands clasping around my face. he brings me close, eyes scanning my face in a frenzy. “don’t.. don’t do that. please.”

“i need time.” i say, without a hint of emotion in my tone. “away from you.”

“we can figure everything out.” he says, pulling me into him. my body meshes with his, his arms tightly around my waist. “i do admit, some part of me still loves her.” he whispers, like it pains him to say.

i go to push away from him.

“but, but!” he grabs my wrist. “but.. no matter what, it will never shadow the love i have for you.

“back then, i was young, and stupid. my heart was vulnerable. for a while after we had broken up, i never thought i’d find love again.

“but then, i found you. and even though apart of my heart always has a place for her, it’s in the past. i was fifteen when we met. i didn’t know how to handle a relationship, i didn’t even know what love was. truly.

“you taught me that. you taught me what it means to love someone unconditionally. you taught me what it means to love someone.”

my throat catches.

“do you mean that?” i whisper.

“with my whole being, i mean that.” he lets me go, eyes looking over my face. “fuck death do we part, i will find you in every single lifetime. you are all that i want.”

slowly, i smile.

“okay.”

“.. okay.” he nods, face slowly softening. he kisses the crown of my head, breathing in and holding me to his chest. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[vhagarlovebot]

JUST A FRIEND TO YOU.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: modern!aemond x fem!reader

summary: you and aemond are best friends. you are in love with him, aemond is not.

warnings: angst, angst, angst.

note: if there are any mistakes i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

read part two here.

BEST FRIENDS— they would do anything for each other. that’s why you didn’t hesitate to help aemond when you saw him being cornered by one of the cheerleaders at a party. she was all over him, long nails being dragged across his chest while he looked uncomfortable.

it took her a good couple of minutes to understand what you were saying as you held aemond’s hand. it wasn’t until he wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a quick kiss on your temple, that she finally understood. she looked defeated and didn’t stop looking at you for the whole night.

you were just helping a friend. and you know aemond would have done the same thing for you.

however, what you didn’t expected was for the rumor of you two dating to spread so fast. and it didn’t bother you, really, because aemond was fine with that too, joking around and treating you like his girlfriend in front of everyone. it was completely different at how he acted before and that confuses you. is he pretending? does he feel the same way you feel about him? because if that’s the case, then maybe, just maybe, you can finally tell him how you feel. no more hiding your feelings for your best friend.

but as you’re walking to the coffee shop you and aemond agreed to meet, you find yourself stopping abruptly.

there he is. leaning against a tree while a blonde girl is close, very close, to him —she clearly doesn’t know anything about personal space—. and you recognize the long and pink nails immediately: it’s the same girl from the party. but this time aemond doesn’t look uncomfortable, quite the opposite.

aemond is an attractive man. he knows that and everyone in campus knows that too. he has that kind of smile that makes you weak in the knees the second you see it. add to the mix his pair of big and bright blue eyes and you can find a bunch of girls falling at his feet. so it’s not weird seeing girls around campus smiling and trying to flirt with him at parties. and it is not weird that you, like any other girl, fell for him.

but you were there first. you fell for him long before any of those girls and boys knew the new version of aemond. you fell for him the second he helped you off the ground in the park, after one of the big boys pushed you. he wiped the tears from your face and cleaned your favorite shirt. and then, he shared his juice box with you, sitting by your side until you stopped crying. since that moment you were inseparable.

and you would be lying if you say you didn’t try everything in your power to stop falling for him. you tried to distance yourself from him but one way or another, you always found your way back to him. instead you chose to hide them, to buried them deep inside your chest because you thought it was going to be enough. how wrong you were.

aemond smiles down at the girl, who doesn’t need to try very hard to keep his attention because aemond does not even turn around when one of his classmates calls for him.

you swallow your tears, putting on a brave face, and you just keep walking and walking and walking until you can no longer hear her laugh.

thirty minutes later and two cups of coffee finished, aemond sits in front of you. he’s smiling and his eyes are soft, and you know what’s coming.

“i’m so sorry! i was busy and lost track of time.” he says, reaching for your hand, but you quickly grab your cup.

“it’s okay,” you simply say, shrugging.

“it’s not, ‘m going to make it up to you.” you don’t want to argue, so you just smile and that is enough to relax him. “i have news.”

oh no, please no.

“i have a date.” you try to look surprised and happy for him, but the lump in your throat is making it difficult. “remember the girl from the party last friday? the one you scared away?”

“scared away? i thought i was doing you a favor.”

aemond laughs, shaking his head. “i thought you were drunk and that’s why you did what you did?”

“you looked uncomfortable.” you state but aemond smiles grows wider, and you don’t understand a thing.

“believe me, i was not.” he raises his hand to one of the girl baristas and she smiles at him, nodding. aemond doesn’t even need to say a word to have a cup of coffee in front of him in no time. “y’know how everyone thinks we’re dating?”

you blush, immediately hiding your face behind your hands as you pretend to cough.

“well, i hope you don’t hate me for keeping up with the act.”

with the act.

you’re sure everyone on the coffee shop can hear the exact moment in which your heart breaks.

“but it was actually beneficial.”

“how’s that?” you pretend to busy yourself with your almost empty cup.

“i said i was going to make it up to you, right?” you nod, and aemond leans in, like he wants to share a secret. “i got you a date. this saturday.”

“what?” you frown and suddenly you want to slap that stupid smile out of his face. “what are you talking about?”

aemond sighs, like he’s getting tired of your questions.

“well, this girl,” he starts. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “she just agreed to go out with me if you go out with one of her friends, to make sure we’re not really dating.”

“she didn’t believe you?”

“no, it’s just…” his head hangs low as he tries to avoid making eye contact. “i asked her if she had a friend for you.”

“you did what?” a few heads turn around but you don’t care about making a scene. “i don’t need your pity.”

“it is not that, please.” he says, reaching for your hand and caressing your wrist with his thumb. “you need to get out more, to meet new people. i— i won’t always have time to hang out with you, as much as i love being with you.” you show no emotion and he leans in a little more. “i’m just asking you to go out with him, you don’t need to go on a second date. but i really want things to work with this girl and…” you raise your brows, waiting for him to continue. “i love you, you’re my best friend.”

aemond pouts and your heart skips a beat. he never begs, so you know he’s being honest when he says that he wants things to work out with the girl. he wouldn’t be asking you to do it if that weren’t the case. and that doesn’t make you feel any better. but hey…

best friends— they would do anything for each other, right?

[gemini-sensei]

Biggest Surprise | Cobra Kai x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do any headcanons or maybe a blurb on Reader having a cryptic pregnancy? And she out of the blue goes into labor or has the baby/s?

CW: secret relationship, mentioned sneaking out, hospitals, cryptic/stealth pregnancy, labor pains, very brief discussion of miscarriage, surprise baby,

Reader was walking into the kitchen of her shared apartment to grab a snack on the afternoon her life changed forever. She greeted Moon as she walked past, both wearing pretty smiles. It was a regular day of the week as far as they were concerned, rather chill and uneventful so far.

Except when she opened the fridge, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She threw the door away to grab her stomach, making everything in the door rattle. It caught Moon's attention and she stood up.

"Are you okay?" she asked, walking over as Reader groaned in pain.

"I don't know," she mumbled.

The pain passed and Reader let out a heavy breath. She took a moment to calm down, but it was a little hard with Moon fussing over her. Whatever that pain was, it wasn't anything to get worked up over. So she shrugged her roommate off with a little smile and thanks, then grabbed the snack she'd initially come in there for.

Moon watched her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Reader nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was probably nothing."

They let it go and Reader went to her room, But about thirty minutes later, the same pain shot through her again. She was lying in bed, groaning as she withered on the sheets, texting Moon that it was happening again.

It didn't take long for Moon to get to her room but by the time she got to Reader, her roommate was halfway curled up on her side, holding her pudgy belly. She saw the tears in her eyes and the pained look on her face, making Moon feel horrible as she wanted nothing more than for her friend to be okay.

As she rubbed Reader's arm, trying to comfort her, she said, "We should go to the hospital."

"Yeah, probably," Reader groaned. The idea scared her, but what choice did they really have? "What could this be?"

"You could have a ruptured spleen or something," Moon suggested.

They waited for the pain to pass again before Moon helped Reader up and into her shoes. They walked down to Moon's car, where Reader got another shock of pain as soon as she sat down and started crying.

"Oh, God, Moon, please hurry!" she begged.

Moon helped buckle her in and rushed to the driver's side. She drove them to the hospital as fast as she possibly could without getting pulled over, though they got pretty lucky with green lights and little traffic. It was an agonizing ride for Reader as she dealt with the pain with loud groans; it was unlike anything she had ever felt before and it was hard not to scream.

When they arrived at the hospital, Reader hobbled up to the door until a nurse saw them coming in and brought over a wheelchair. Moon explained what was going on and they took Reader into a room quickly so they could figure out what was wrong with her. They took her vitals and asked her questions about her previous health and any sicknesses, and then they took her blood and promised to come back. It took a while and everything was up in the air until the doctor came in.

She introduced herself and smiled calmly, hoping to keep the air in the room as easy as possible. "I just have to ask you a few questions. When was the last time you were sexually active?"

Reader felt a little embarrassed as the topic came up. She glanced over at Moon, who had no idea of anything she'd been up to over the last year or so. She'd firmly told all of her friends that she wasn't interested in seeing anyone, but that really wasn't the case at all... However, she knew better than to lie to the doctor.

"A few weeks ago, why?" she asked. She couldn't have gotten an STI or anything like that. She didn't get hurt, at least that she could remember. So that left one final option. "Oh my god! Am I pregnant?"

The doctor maintained a calm demeanor. "Yes, yes you are. We were so shocked by the results, we had to run the tests two more times just to make sure."

Moon gasped softly, but didn't give any judgment or words about the secret Reader had been keeping. If anything, her dating life was the last thing on everyone's mind and Moon had her priorities in the right places. "Is the baby okay? I mean, Reader is in a lot of pain. Is she...?"

The doctor quickly shook her head. "No, no. Nothing like that. In fact, Reader... you're in labor. Those pains you're feeling are contractions, you're body preparing to deliver the baby."

"What? But that can't be right. I never even knew about it!" Reader cried out desperately. She was nowhere near ready to have a baby. She'd only just found out she was pregnant. She shook her head, crying harshly, and Moon tried to wipe away her tears. "This can't be happening! I can't have a baby!"

The doctor came over to comfort her as well, shushing her gently. She had a very maternal nature to her that helped ease Reader as her sobs turned into soft whimpers. "Hey, hey, I know this is scary. This is a lot for you to find out in just a few minutes, but you're going to be okay. My staff and I are going to take care of you two and you're going to be just fine, alright?"

Reader nodded, though she had a few questions about all of this. "How is this even possible?"

The doctor sighed. "It's fairly rare. It's called a cryptic pregnancy. Usually, very few or no symptoms present themselves and you're body doesn't change much. For the most part, some women will learn of the pregnancy halfway through. You're one of the ones that have made it to full term it seems."

They all fell silent as the information sank in. Then Moon asked, "So what now?"

"We'll, you're pretty close to giving birth. We're going to move you to the maternity ward before that happens and we're going to give you the rundown of what's going to happen," the doctor explained. "We're going to try and prepare you for this as much as we can before the baby comes."

"Okay," Reader said, laying her head back as she had to sit with the reality of the situation.

She was about to have a baby. A baby she didn't know about, a baby conceived months ago, a baby wasn't even slightly prepared for. She put a hand over her stomach, feeling nothing but soft, plush fat. It was hard to imagine there was a baby somewhere behind it, ready to be born nonetheless. And it scared the crap out of her. Where was she going to put a baby? How was she going to raise a baby? How was she going to tell the father?

Before she could think of any solutions, another wave of contractions rushed through her and she grit her teeth, groaning. She knew that the closer they got to each other, the closer her baby was to being born, and she was terrified. What was she going to do?

xxx

After being moved to the maternity ward, Reader was taken through some brief albeit helpful coaching. She listened to the doctor carefully and had Moon at her side the whole time. Though it was a startling and scary experience, Moon was optimistic throughout the whole situation. She held Reader's hand through contractions and promised that she was going to stay there with her for the whole thing. It made Reader feel ten times better.

When they were left alone, Moon finally asked, "Is there anyone you want me to call?"

She didn't ask who the father was. She didn't pry. She only asked if Reader wanted him there. It was so simple and sweet of her, and Reader appreciated it. If only it helped her figure out what to do.

"I don't know," she mumbled, thinking of her boyfriend. They'd been dating for almost a year, albeit in secret.

They hadn't wanted to make a big deal out of their relationship, thinking that if they started dating, it could meddle with their friend group. It was already hard enough with the whole backstory of Tory and Miguel and Sam and Robby thing always in the past. No one ever mentioned it, but they all knew it was there. What was the sense in making things harder? Then things just happened and she and her boyfriend liked being alone together, no one asking them dumb questions or getting in their way. It was easy, simple, lovely. So they snuck around and told some little white lies to see each other. No harm, no foul. Neither of them could have predicted where it would lead them.

Moon nodded in understanding. "Okay." She stood up and came to sit at Reader's side, showing her roommate her phone as her mood brightened. "Well, I started a list of things we're going to need. Obvious diapers and clothes and blankets and bottles-"

"Whoa, Moon, slow down," Reader said, looking between her and the long list she curated. "We don't even know what's going to happen. I mean, I haven't taken any prenatal meds or anything like that. I mean, what if the baby is sick or I'm not even allowed to keep them?"

"The hospital isn't going to take your baby from you, Reader," Moon told her, wrapping an arm around her and rubbing her shoulder. "And secondly, it isn't like you drink or do drugs, so I bet the baby is fine. And if they are sick, we can figure it out."

"We?"

"I told you, I'm here for you. For all of this, not just the birth."

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"You don't have to. That's what best friends are for."

It wasn't long after that when the doctor and nurses came in and Reader was being instructed to push. Moon held her hand through the whole process, telling her that she was doing a great job. The delivery didn't take very long either. Reader pushed all of four times before the little one slid out and the doctor caught them.

Moon was encouraging her and telling her how proud she was of her when the loud wail of a baby broke the air. Both young women looked up to see the doctor holding up the messy infant with happy eyes.

"It's a boy."

"He's so little," Reader said as her baby was laid on her chest. She smiled at him, through the tears and sweat that poured down her face. Overcome with pride and love, she cried. "Hi there."

He nestled up to her, wailing and fussy. They were given a minute before a nurse scooped him up to be cleaned and evaluated. Reader watched from her position on the bed, her smile never leaving her face. Suddenly, her whole world had changed and it was all because of that little boy, whom she loved so much.

Once he was declared healthy, things moved quickly after that. Reader was cleaned up and checked on, her baby boy was dressed and given a bassinet to rest in, and things calmed down after that. Moon and Reader talked for a little bit about what to do and how they were going to do things, but as soon as Reader yawned, Moon told her that they would pick up the conversation later. Before she fell asleep, though, Reader asked Moon to tell their friends to come by the next day. She wanted them all to meet her son. Moon told her she'd let them know and with that, Reader fell asleep.

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The following day, when everyone showed up at the hospital, they were a little confused as to where they were going and why they were there. Moon hadn't been very specific in the details, as she'd been almost as tired as Reader when she'd sent the text to the group chat, so everyone arrived a little worried.

They were chatting in the waiting, trying to figure out what they were doing there and what was going on. Yasmine had texted Moon that they were there, all having shown up within minutes of each other because as soon as visiting hours started, they were all pretty much there. Moon came out to get them and she was smiling wide.

"Oh, you all made it. Reader is going to be so happy to see you," she said.

Miguel asked, rather concerned. "Is she okay? What happened?"

"Yeah, you all you said was that Reader was in the hospital and wanted to see us," Sam said, just as worried. "Then we all texted you and you never texted back."

Moon got a guilty and apologetic look on her face. "Oops. I'm sorry. So much has happened. We've pretty much been here since yesterday afternoon and last night I fell asleep. My bad."

"Reader isn't dying, is she?" Robby asked.

"What? No, nothing like that," Moon said, shaking her head. She waved for them to follow her and she started walking. "Just follow me. It's something you kind of have to see to believe."

They walked down a few halls and as they approached the room, Moon slowed down and put a finger to her lips. "Shh. You have to be quiet when you walk in. I'm looking at you, Hawk."

"I can be quiet," he said defensively.

Moon playfully rolled her eyes as Sam elbowed him in the side, then she opened the door and led them inside. No one was ready for what they saw inside.

Reader was sitting on the bed with a small bundle wrapped up in her arms. She was smiling and talking softly, not noticing the group coming into the room at first. They were in a state of shock as they watched her, not at all believing what they were seeing until a tiny hand lifted from the blue blanket in her arms and reached for her. She reached back and let the little hand take hold of her finger.

"Oh my god," Yasmine let out.

Tory scoffed. "Well, that's the last thing I expected."

"What were you actually expecting?" Demetri asked.

"Stitches," she asked.

Reader looked up and smiled at her friends. "Hey."

Sam hurried over and stood at the end of the bed, as if to get a closer look but was scared to get too close. For as shocked as she was, she kept her voice calm and steady, not wanting to tighten the baby. "Reader, I didn't even know you were pregnant."

"Neither did I."

Everyone's jaws dropped at that.

"Are you serious?" Tory asked, walking over with Yasmine close behind.

The guys followed, too, but let the ladies go to Reader first, as they were obviously far more excited and ready to face the reality of the situation than they were.

Reader nodded to Tory. "Yeah. No symptoms, no changes. No indication at all. And yet, he's as healthy as can be."

She looked back down at her baby, who was looking up at her with big, pretty eyes. She couldn't help but think that he had his father's eyes, but she kept that thought to herself. They were beautiful and she loved them.

"It's a boy?" Yasmine asked excitedly.

"Yeah," Reader giggled.

The ladies - mostly Moon, Sam, and Yasmine - engaged Reader and talked about the baby, fussing over him and his mere existence. They talked a little about how it had happened and what was going to happen next, which was when Demetri and Miguel stepped in and asked the harder-hitting and logical questions - how was she going to pay for a baby? Where was he going to stay and sleep? Where was she going to get everything she needed for a baby? It was a lot to think about and they within good reason to be asking such questions.

Robby and Hawk stayed close to the wall, both a little awkward in the situation. Robby was a little uneasy around babies and though Hawk worked with young kids at the dojo, he had little experience with babies. They didn't say much but congratulated Reader.

When asked if anyone wanted to hold him, Yasmine and Sam got into a small argument over who should get to hold him first, failing to realize Moon had been the first person after Reader to get to hold him. Ultimately, the honor went to Miguel, who was just as eager to hold the little guy.

It was a night moment, all of them together, celebrating this new life. Reader was absolutely scared shitless but her friends assured her that she wasn't going to be alone in this. As far as they were concerned, the baby was one of them now. They were their own little family after all.

But her stomach still fluttered with butterflies as she looked out at the room, knowing she was going to have to face the father sooner rather than later. That was why she wanted this little meet and greet organized in the first place so that he would show up and meet his son. Reader wouldn't have to tell him one-on-one, even though she knew that perhaps that'd be the best way to do it. She was young and scared and in her mind, this was the easiest way to rip the bandaid off. She knew she'd be talking with him alone soon, but until that time came, she'd enjoy this moment.

Who's the father of Reader's baby? Let me know who you want it to be and I'll write a part two! Or if you want multiple endings and you just choose who you want it to be, I can do that too.

Choose: Hawk | Miguel | Robby | Demetri

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Teenage Woes

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and Jack need to get on the same page when it comes to disciplining your three oldest children

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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The car ride was absolutely silent as you pulled out of the parking lot of the triplets high school and started to make your way back home. You were fuming on the inside and decided that you would let them have it once all four of you got home.

Jack was due to be home later that evening since he had to fly to Boston for an event over the weekend and told you that he would be back today. You were kind of hoping that he landed early so that he could hold you back from ripping your three oldest children a new one. They knew that you were pissed off and didn’t dare utter a single word.

You were five minutes away from the house when you finally broke your silence.

“I just find it funny how not one, not two, but all three of my triplets that I carried for thirty three weeks and gave birth to decided to all get suspended for five days on the exact same day.”

“But…”

“Axel, did I ask you to speak? I don’t think I did.”

“Mom, we….”

“If I didn’t ask Axel to speak, what makes you think I asked you Ivy?” You asked her while looking at her in your rearview mirror and she immediately looked down.

Once you pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, you turned to all three of them and told them to get out.

“Get out of my car and go sit in the living room because I am about to tell all three of you about yourselves.”

All three of them did as they were told and you walked into the house to see your husband already sitting in the living room. He looked at your face and then the three of them before looking down at his watch and seeing that it was only noon.

“Umm, what did they do?” Jack sighed before resting his head on his arm as he leaned on the couch.

“Oh, just wait until you hear this. Ivy decided that she would talk back to her teacher and cuss her out and explain to her what she was not going to do in class today, Axel was caught smoking weed in the bathroom with Anthony, and Autumn decided that she was going to fight another girl knowing that she is already failing all of her classes and already on thin ice with us as it is. Oh, I forgot the most important part, all of them got suspended for five days.”

“What the…. What is wrong with the three of you? I mean seriously?” Jack asked while having a look of disbelief on his face.

“Daddy….” Autumn started to say, but you immediately cut her off.

“No, do not ask daddy to come and save you like you always do because this takes the damn cake. I have had it up to here with the three of you and how you have been acting and I’m not going to deal with it any longer. We are literally doing the best that we know how in order to raise you to make good decisions and look how that is turning out. So, Ivy no going out with Damion, Ax, no soccer games and you can absolutely forget about going to Anthony’s birthday party., and Autumn. I don't even know because you were already grounded so let’s just add another month on top of that. No cell phones, no driving, no laptops, no tv, no ipads, and no allowance. Autumn already has a part time job and the two of you will get one too. I honestly think all three of you wake up in the morning and you’re like okay what can we do to stress out our parents today? And none of you better open your mouth to speak because you will meet Jesus earlier than expected and you know I’m very good at keeping my word. Forget about knocking all three of you into next week, I’m knocking you into the next century if you even fix your mouth to open.”

When you were reprimanding the triplets, you didn’t notice how Urban, Jess, and Blanca had walked in and slid in behind you and sat next to Jack and all they did was look over at him wanting an explanation, but all Jack did was shake his head. 

“Babe, just relax for a second.” You heard Jack say from behind you and you turned around to look at him in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Did you not just hear what they did? How can I relax when I am convinced that the three of them want to give me gray hair.”

“Well daddy already has it.” You heard Ivy mutter and quickly shot her a look.

“He’s had it since we were twenty so it doesn’t count. And anyway don’t all three of you have homework to do? Give me every single electronic device and your car keys. It worked out that neither of you drove to school today and who knows? You might not even get these keys back until you’re twenty. Better yet, I have no hesitation to sell your cars and make you work and save up money to buy your own.”

“MOM! Seriously? Dad, help!” Axel exclaimed while looking over at him.

You shot Jack a look and he quickly held up his hands in defense.

“You literally always let her do this! She never lets us do anything and it seems as if we have to ask you if we want something because nine times out of ten she’s going to say no. Daddy’s my favorite parent for a reason.” Autumn said to him and you were about to get on her, but he quickly did. It definitely hurt what she said and you were staring at her in disbelief.

“I do it because I care about you!” You exclaimed in response, but she just rolled her eyes.

“Could’ve fooled me. People in prison get treated better than we do.”

“Oh no the fu-....” Jack quickly got up and put his hand over your mouth before trying to take hold of the situation. 

“Because all three of you don’t know how to act sometimes and it’s beyond me as to why. When you leave this house, you’re not only representing yourselves, but us and we for damn sure raised you better than this. You don’t even realize the sacrifices that your mother had to make for all three of you so the fact that you continue to be disrespectful towards the both of us needs to be dealt with. You can do whatever the hell you want when you’re out of my house, but until then as long as you’re under my roof, you will abide by my rules. Ivy, we have always told you to respect authority so you cussing out your teacher was one that I did not see coming and you will write a letter to her and apologize for what you did. Axel, out of all places you decided to smoke in the bathroom where there are vents and the smell can carry and not to mention that you literally smell like a walking blunt and I smelled it before I even saw you. Autumn, do it again and you are not going to like what is in store for you. Try me if you want. What you said was uncalled for and you need to start with an apology to your mother.”

“I’m not apologizing if I don’t mean it. You two taught me that.”

You immediately got flashbacks when you and Urban had gotten into a disagreement which had the two of you at odds and it was months before either of you spoke to each other. Because he had said the same exact thing to you.

“Autumn Danielle…” Jack said, but you immediately cut him off.

“No, babe. It’s okay. She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t mean it, but she should just know that there are children in this world who would do anything to have someone care about them as much as I care about the three of them. But since you’re their favorite parent, you can deal with them. I’m taking my youngest children shopping once I pick them up from school since they’re the only ones that I have that appreciate everything that I do for them.”

“No it’s not okay! You didn’t carry them and give birth to them to be disrespected!” Jessica said and you turned around to look at her since you didn’t even know when she got here.

“She didn’t even push us out, we were cut out.” Jack did a double take to look at Autumn who had her arms crossed and all Ivy did was cover her mouth with her hand as Axel’s eyes went wide.

“Disrespect your mother one more time in front of all of us and I swear that I’m going to need bail money.” Blanca added while Jack was running his hands through his hair clearly frustrated with how they were all acting. 

All she did was remain quiet because she knew that both of her Aunts would have no hesitation to set her straight.

“I’m absolutely done.” You said without another word as you took the steps two at a time. Jess and Blanca were going to follow behind you, but wanted for you to have a few minutes for yourself.

“Jack, get your kids before we do because it won’t be pretty if you don’t.” Urban said while looking at all three of them and shaking his head. 

“I was going to try to get your mother to cut down on you being grounded, but not anymore. Autumn, the fact that you opened your mouth to even say that is beyond me. Do you not even know how dangerous a c-section is? Shit, even being pregnant is dangerous and you said that out your mouth like it didn’t mean anything. I’m so disappointed in all three of you and that is something that I never thought that I would say. She does all of this because she cares and loves all three of you and always tries to do things that are in your best interest. When I’m not here, who keeps the house in order and makes sure nothing falls through the cracks? She literally does everything you need her to and the three of you are so damn ungrateful. As of right now, none of you are going on our family vacation. If you want to change my mind, you need to earn it. For right now all three of you need to bring me every device you have including your car keys and get out of my sight.”

A few days later, you saw Axel with his phone in his hand and you were staring at him in disbelief not understanding where he had gotten it from since you had made it clear that all of them were grounded for a month.

You didn’t say anything, but simply went downstairs to the studio where Jack was. He heard your footsteps and knew that it was you and quickly turned around in his chair to greet you, but that went out the window when he saw the look on your face.

“Baby?”

“Why does Axel have his phone?”

“Oh, I gave it back to him. I gave Ivy hers too. And I told Ax he can play on Saturday.”

“Why?” You asked again, waiting to hear an explanation.

“I just…. Autumn is the one we need to be hard on, not the other two.”

“But all three of them got suspended so I’m not understanding.”

“Babe, they don’t need to be grounded for a month for that.”

“Why is everyone in this house so against me?” You asked while crossing your arms and looking at him.

“Baby, that is not true and you know it.”

“We have to be on the same page. If one of us decides on a punishment, but yet the other one goes and tells them that it’s fine and can have all of their things back, how does that make me look?”

“I-... I was going to ask you about it.”

“When? It looks like you clearly already made a decision.” You said while throwing your hands up in disbelief. 

“Baby, please. I don’t want to fight or argue with you. I’ll fix it, okay?”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. Since no one wants to take me seriously this is what you’re going to do. Go and get every single electronic back from them and put it in our room and you can use your fucking hand for a month. Everyone in this household has me fucked all the way up except my youngest babies so yall can fend for yall selves. Don’t ask me to cook, take them anywhere, help with anything because clearly what I say doesn’t matter.”

“Now wait a minute, babe!”

“No. I’m done. I’m going on a girls trip with Jess, B, Taylor, Saweetie, Sza, Megan, and Normani. I am leaving tomorrow morning. Do not call me, do not text me. You’re the favorite so you should have it down pact. Figure out what to feed your spawns for dinner because I’m going to pack.”

“BABY!”

Without another word, you slammed the door to the studio and went up the steps to your shared bedroom and began to throw things in your suitcase while putting all of the details in the group chat. 

About ten minutes later, Jack opened the door with Axel and Ivy’s phone and car keys in his hands. You didn’t even acknowledge him as you continued what you were doing.

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay. I know we have to be a united front when it comes to them.”

“It’s fine, Jackman.”

“No it’s not because you used my full name. You’re pissed at me.”

“All I try to do is be a good mother, but clearly I’m not doing a good job so….” You said while throwing one of your bras in the suitcase and starting to cry.

Jack quickly embraced you as you cried into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly as you continued to let the tears flow.

“You’re an amazing mother and it’s just typical teenage behavior. They’ll see how much you did for them when they’re older, I know that they will.”

“I sacrificed so much for them and this is what I get in return? Disrespect?”

What you didn’t know was that Autumn was in the hallway and heard you since the bedroom door was slightly open.

“I always put everyone else first and I have done it since I was a teenager. First with you then with PG and now with them but I get it because they’re my kids but when is it going to be my turn?”

“Everything is going to work itself out because it always does but you need a break and cannot keep doing this to yourself. You deserve to be put first just like anyone else in this house and I’m sorry that you feel that way because I’m obviously not doing my job as your husband. I told you that years ago. If you ever feel that there is something that I can do better, I want you to tell me.”

Your back was facing the door and since Jack was still hugging you, you didn’t see Autumn slightly open the door and attempt to make her way inside. Jack quickly shook his head no at her as you continued to cry and she slowly closed the door and made her way back down the hallway to her room. 

She could admit that she said what she said out of anger and she knew deep down that you did only want what's best for her. She had no idea how to begin to apologize to you since she also cringed when she thought about when she said that her and her siblings were cut out and not pushed out.

She had been in the delivery room for the last pregnancy and stared on in amazement at how strong her mother was. She had to come up with a plan in order to apologize to you and would get her siblings to help her do it. 

When Autumn had woken up the next morning, she quickly went downstairs to hopefully see you in the kitchen to talk to you but looked confused when she only saw her dad and him feeding her youngest siblings.

“Dad, where’s mom?” She curiously asked while looking around.

“In Aruba.”

“What? Since when? For how long? I need to talk to her.” She was lowkey starting to freak out because she didn’t want this going on any longer than it had to. 

“I think you’ve done enough lately. You can talk to her when she comes back. In two weeks.”

“But that’s too long! Why can’t I just call her? Doesn’t she have her phone?”

“She does, but you don’t and I’m not giving it to you and you aren’t using mine. You don’t even know how bad you hurt her with what you said.”

“I know, that’s why I want to talk to her and apologize. I… she does so much for me. Both of you do and I’m sorry for the way that I’ve been acting.”

“Do you know that she had a miscarriage before she had the three of you? We were scared the entire time she was pregnant hoping that it wouldn’t happen again. I still remember the day before her c section when we left the doctor’s office to make sure everything was okay and all she started to do was cry. She was crying because she was happy that she carried the three of you all the way up to when you were due to be taken out. She essentially put her career on hold, the both of us did in a way to be able to take care of the three of you.”

“I… she never told me that. Can you help me plan something nice for her when she comes back?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Daddy, come on. We all know the way to mommy’s heart is a Birkin bag.” 

“The way you’ve been acting we’re going to need at least ten of them and you'll have to do a lot more than that to get back in her good graces.”

“I… good point.”

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y/ninsta: jackharlow added SpongeBob in that first pic lmao

Aruba living with my girls 💕

jackharlow: I mean I thought it was a nice touch, but um... can you come back already?! I miss you. DAMN MY WIFE IS GORGEOUS. 😍 autumnharlow: but he doesn't miss you more than I do and eww dad jessicakelce: autumnharlow could've fooled us smh urbanwyatt: tell Yasmin to answer her phone! softtcurse: urbanwyatt no. girls only. see you in two weeks blancahood: yasss! multiple babies where?!?! face card never declining! jackharlow: autumnharlow what the? how are you on here when I took your phone? and how do you think you got here?! autumnharlow: grammy let me use hers jackharlow: autumnharlow log out now or I'm adding another week autumnharlow: jackharlow fine. axelwyatt: mom, dad is feeding us peanut butter chicken again jackharlow: axelwyatt not you too. LOG OUT. y/ninsta: axelwyatt hmm not so fun without me huh? ivyharlow: mommy please come back because I cannot take another second of your husband's cooking jackharlow: HOW ARE ALL THREE OF YOU ON HERE? CLAYYYY! claybornharlow: little baby is hereeee! y/ninsta: claybornharlow my only baby that doesn't give me a headache smh jackharlow: Y/N! SERIOUSLY? jackharlow: claybornharlow you're behind this aren't you? claybornharlow: the triplets volunteered to wash my car so...... jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm grounding your ass for a month too smh claybornharlow: jackharlow I heard that you got grounded for a month also 👀 urbanwyatt: wait! they need to wash my car next! jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm on suspension there's a difference jessicakelce: he can look but can't touch lmao jackharlow: JESS! NOT HELPING! umm babe, I'm catching the next flight out maggieharlow: jackharlow no. you are not leaving me with all of your kids. wait until she comes back. druski2funny: damn mama harlow said hell nah lmao 2forwoyne: PG, I'm getting flashbacks neelamthadhani: NO quiiso: some things never change, last time it was only a week, now she's gone for two? jackharlow I know you're getting on yall kids nerves with how much you miss your wife jackharlow: and? they're the reason why she took the girls trip in the first place so they have to deal with it. y/ninsta baby.... can you come back a day early? y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm turning off my phone smh I love you and my children but HELL NO

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Summary: Loving yourself never comes easy to anyone. For some people, it's harder to understand. After coming out of a relationship, you never fully loved yourself until you met Steve Harrington. He was the one that has always reminded you of how perfect you are. On one particular today, you don't feel like yourself, but Steve helps you remember how perfect you are.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings:

Trouble with self-image

Angst (maybe???)

Steve Harrington x-reader

Steve, Robin, and I sat together. I was trying to help Robin study for her calculus final this Friday. She has been a nervous wreck all week. "Okay, what's an integral?" I asked, flipping through her notecards. Her chin sat on her hand, her fingers tapping the table.

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser Midnights become my afternoons When my depression works the graveyard shift All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

Steve looked up from his textbook to see if our friend knew the answer. "Um," she cleared her throat, "the reverse operation of a differentiation?" Robin looked at me for approval. I smiled and nodded my head. My friend sighed and leaned back in her seat. Steve chuckled to himself and went back to 'writing' his notes for our next assignment.

I shifted in my seat, wishing I hadn't worn this sweater. I had just gotten it and probably should've washed it before wearing it. "You okay?" Steve said quietly. "Yeah. This sweater is just really itchy," I complained. "Well, you could just take it off," Steve winked. I rolled my eyes and shook his gaze.

Robin's face scrunched at Steve's expression. She dropped her face when Steve glanced at her. Every once in and awhile, my boyfriend looked my way as I began to feel uncomfortable in the sweater. He leaned over and spoke so only I could hear. "I think you look very pretty," he muttered. He nudged my shoulder so I could look up at him.

He kissed my forehead just as the bell rang. The three of us stood up to head to class. Steve and I had our Biology final, while Robin had her Art final. "Good luck, Robin. I know you'll do great," I said. She thanked me and went down the opposite way. Steve put an arm around my shoulders. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded. Steve dropped it, and we walked into class. He sat on the other side of the classroom while I went to the other. Our teacher decided to separate the groups to see if that would help us concentrate, but I'm not sure if that'll help. "Good afternoon, class," Ms. Smith greeted, "You will have two hours to complete this exam. After you are finished, bring the test to me and go back to your seats."

She took out the packets from her desk. Our teacher separated them by rows and handed them to the people at the front. Everyone passed them back. I pulled out my pencil, leaning over to ask Erica to hand a pencil to Steve. My boyfriend looked over his shoulder and thanked me with a smile.

I winked at him and started my test when our teacher waved us to begin. It was intimidating to see everyone else finishing the test before me, but I was able to finish with just thirty minutes to spare. I began drawing on a separate sheet of paper.

I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving, 'cause you got tired of my scheming

I hadn't realized that the bell rang. I was in my own little world. Steve walked over to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey," he said, "You ready for lunch?" I nodded and stood up from the desk.

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(Later)

"I don't know what's wrong. I'm worried about her, Nancy," Steve said, running a hand through his hair. "Worried about who?" I asked, joining our friends for lunch. He looked up from his pasta. He glimpsed at Nancy. "Oh, he was telling me that he's worried for Robin," she said.

I nodded and took out a sandwich my mom made for me this morning. "I don't blame her. Calculus is hard," I said, taking a sip of my water. Nancy nodded in agreement. She smiled as Jonathan sat down.

Robin soon joined the other side of me, her plate covered in different types of food. I looked at her with raised brows. "What? Art class brings an appetite out of me," she shrugged. "How was that final, by the way?" I asked. "It was fine. I'm hoping my sketches were good enough," she answered. For the rest of lunch, we talked about our midterms and what we were doing over the weekend.

My boyfriend and I planned to take a trip to Lovers Lake with Nancy and Jonathan. Nancy had been talking about it all week; she wanted to provide the snacks, meaning she and her mother would be making them.

"Y/N, Steve. How did the Biology exam go? I need the details before I step foot in Ms. Smith's classroom," Jonathan asked. "It was easy, surprisingly," Steve replied, "It was just those graphs we studied, and we have to label some cell parts." Jonathan nodded, taking a bite of his lunch. I thought it was a little easy. Biology was kind of an okay subject for me.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

When it came to different terminology or finding the correct definitions, I'd always get stumped. Nancy had helped Steve and me study for the midterm. I just hoped that was enough to get me a better grade in the class.

Steve noticed that I had grown quiet after the mention of our Biology midterm. Lunch ended, and it was time for us to head to the library, given that we had a free period. I wanted to head home, but I knew my parents wouldn't like me leaving early, especially during midterm week.

The two of us walked back to the library. "Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asked, sitting down across from me. I nodded, not wanting to worry him. But something tells me that even saying I was fine probably made him more worried. Steve knew what went through my head regardless if I told him or not.

He was aware of my problems with self-image, I was getting better, but some days were harder than others. I had a great support system, and I thanked Steve for that every day. Today, for example, wearing this sweater that I thought I liked was really putting me in a different mood.

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby And I'm a monster on the hill Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city Pierced through the heart but never killed

And Steve could tell just by me zoning out or the constant nodding in assurance or words such as 'I'm fine' and 'I'm okay' with an unconvincing smile. At times, it felt like I was my own anti-hero, taking myself down for no reason. My mom always told me that those thoughts were the cons of growing up.

I mean, I guess she's right. We grow up in our bodies, so why do we treat ourselves badly? I pulled out my textbook to finish my study guide; that way, I wouldn't have to do it when I got home.

Steve promised he would help my brother practice for Lacrosse tryouts, and he asked me to be the ref. Steve never played Lacrosse, but his father did in college, so he's learned a thing or two.

Steve did anything but look at his book. Steve smiled at me when he saw my head stuck in my book. He pulled the edge of the book towards himself, but I brought it back to me. "Don't study too hard. Your eyes will pop out of her head," he teased.

He chuckled when my eyes met his. The corners of his mouth lifted, smiling at my nose scrunching at his comment. "What's wrong?" I whispered. "Nothing. I just think you should take a break," Steve thought. "Steve, we've been in the library for five minutes," I clarified.

Steve rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He tapped his hands on the desk, acting like the table was a drum set. I looked over my shoulder to see the librarian scowling at my boyfriend. I hid my laugh with a cough. Steve sunk in his seat and sent a look my way. "Shut up," he muttered. "Make me," I replied, flipping to another page in my book.

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism Like some kind of congressman? I wake up screaming from dreaming One day I'll watch as you're leaving And life will lose all its meaning

He lightly kicked my leg, causing me to jump at the touch. Steve smirked to himself and finally grabbed his notebook. I shook my head in amusement and went back to my own little world where I escaped every now and then. Another thing my mother would always point out, "Sometimes going into your own reality isn't always a good thing, honey."

I'd roll my eyes at her comment. My father would disagree and claim that's where I get my most thinking done. He's always been someone who has supported me. He's got this carefree and jumpy personality that my brother and I loved, including Steve. Then, my mind goes to another part of my reality that reminds me of how different I am from my family.

I've never been an active person. Sure, I did dance and soccer when I was younger, but now that I'm getting close to college. I have no clue what I want to do with my life. My parents often say that I should do whatever I want with my life, but it's kind of hard to figure that out at age eighteen. Steve tells me not to beat myself up about it.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

The last bell rang for the day. Finally! It was time to head home. Steve's arm found its place on my shoulders on our way to his car. We said goodbye to our friends before driving to my place. My brother was still at school, but Steve wanted to set up my yard for Timmy, my brother.

My fingers tapped on the armrest as the radio played. Steve turned up the volume, noticing me bopping my head to the melody. He glanced at me and smiled. We pulled into the driveway and walked inside. "I'm gonna get changed. I'll be right back," I told Steve.

He gave me a thumbs up, stepping into the kitchen to grab a snack. I changed into my father's sweatshirt and shorts, immediately feeling more comfortable in these clothes. I loved the way the soft fabric of the sweatshirt touched my skin. It almost felt like I getting a hug the whole time I wore it.

I rubbed the side of the sleeves as I walked into the kitchen. Steve leaned against the counter, eating an apple and reading a book. I chuckled softly. "What?" he looked up with a portion of the apple in his mouth. "You look so philosophical," I said. His leg was propped on the cabinet, and he wore his favorite red sweater.

Steve looked at his position and attire before looking back at me. He caught on and put the book down. "What were you even reading?" I walked over to him. I noticed it was my grandmother's old cookbook. I let out another laugh. "What? It looked interesting," Steve defended himself.

"The art of making squash soup sounded interesting to you?" I held up the blue and green book. "Yeah," he said, taking another bite of the fruit. I wiped a bit of juice the apple had spread. Steve leaned into my touch.

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money She thinks I left them in the will The family gathers 'round and reads it, and then someone screams out, "She's laughing up at us from hell"

He looked like he was going to ask me something but didn't know how to properly say it. I took my hand off his face and thought of getting something for myself. I opened the fridge and scanned over the shelves. "Y/N/N, can I ask you a question?" Steve set his foot on the ground.

"Sure. You can ask me anything," I said, picking up a small bottle of orange juice and a cheese stick. Steve sighed and turned to me with his side against the kitchen island. "I know I've asked this all day, but I'd like to get a true response," Steve said, "We're always honest with one another, but today I feel like there is something that you're not telling me."

I closed the fridge, partially knowing what he was going to ask me. I leaned against the appliance with my eyes on the tiled flooring. I traced the triangle pattern along the edges. "Is it something that I've done? If it is, tell me, and I can fix it," Steve stepped towards me with open hands. I shook my head and looked up at him for the first time since getting my snack.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees

"I don't think you can fix this," I said. Steve's brows furrowed. I looked up at the ceiling fan to prevent myself from getting emotional. Steve stood beside me but made sure to keep a good distance. "Today's been hard," I spoke, "I know I'm getting better at not looking at myself as the anti-hero, but some days that idea just can't seem to escape my head."

Steve watched me as I expressed what was going through my head all day or all the time. He hesitated at first but laced his hand with mine. "I know you said I can't fix this, but I sure as hell am going to try and fix it," Steve said. He reached down and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you for you," he said, "I love your smart brain. I love the way you look at things differently. And I especially love how you go along with my shitty pickup lines. Robin might think they're stupid, but you never stop to make me smile with your comebacks." He wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I love you too," I said, earning another kiss on the forehead.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Taglist: @b-ritney @ramaalkayyali @midnightstar-90 @nix-rose

[readingslover]

Chapter 4

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“You don’t understand. Me gonads, you ovaries!” Let out a very frustrated George as the group gets out of the car. This has been going on since they woke up.

“Oh, that reminds me, we’re out of tampons,” Izzie said.

“Izzie, you’re parading through the bathroom in your underwear when I’m naked in the shower.”

“Can you add it to your list, please? Tampons.” The tall girl replied, ignoring what George said.

“It’s to the list, it’s your turn,” Meredith explained as they walk towards the entrance. It was still dark outside.

“I am a man!” George exclaimed.

“I get that you feel weird about Izzie walking in when you shower. But, what is your problem with buying tampons? It’s normal to buy them.” Amory said.

“I don’t buy girl products. I don’t want you walking in while I’m showering, and I don’t want to see you in your underwear.”

“It doesn’t bother me, okay? Look at me in my underwear George, take your time. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s the same as a bikini, George,” The other blonde said patting his back.

~~~~~~

“You are the first person they see in the morning. You say please, you say thank you, you apologize for waking them up. You make them feel good about you.” Dr. Bailey told the interns while they were changing into their scrubs in the locker room. “Why is that important? Because they’ll tell you what’s wrong. Why is that important? Because then you can tell your attending what they need to know during rounds.” Amory closed her locker and put her hair in a ponytail. “And why is that important? Because if you make your resident look bad, she’ll torture you until you beg for your mama. Now get out there, I want pre-rounds done by five thirty a.m.”

“I better get good patients today. Yesterday I had two guys with colostomies who needed dressing changes every fifteen minutes.” Meredith said after Bailey had left.

“Well, I had a guy who kept calling me a nurse, despite multiple people calling me a doctor,” Amory complained.

“I’m gonna be in surgery. Today is my day.” Cristina said, looking into the distance.

“On what?” Meredith asked.

“Yeah, on what?” The blonde repeated.

“Like I’d tell you. I was here at four and you didn’t get here until four thirty.”

“Why won’t you tell us?” The dirty blonde insisted.

“I’m not the intern who’s screwing an attending.

“Hey, I’m not either. So, you could tell me.”  Amory says.

“Oh no, I can’t. You’re smart, everybody likes you. You’re gonna get surgeries either way.”

~~~~~~

Later that day, Meredith George and Amory walked down the hallways.

“There need to be some rules,” George complained.

“So, what, we can walk around in our underwear on alternate Tuesdays, or you could see bras but not panties? Or are you talking about Amish rules? Because if you’re gonna get Izzie to cover herself…” Meredith says.

“The amount of flesh exposed is not the point. You have to do something, it’s your house?”

“It’s my mother’s house.” Meredith corrected Izzie.

“Do you like Izzie?” Amory asked. “Do you have a crush on Izzie?

“Izzie?! No, Izzie, I don’t like Izzie. No, she’s, she’s not the one I’m attracted to.” The boy blurted out.

“No the one, so there’s a one?” Meredith asked, George, while he tried to avoid any aye contact with the two women.

“O’Malley, Grey, Madden, get Karev and head down to trauma. You’re with Shepherd.” The resident ordered as they approached, assigning them their tasks.

“Shepherd's in surgery,” Meredith stated since Dr. Shepherd left the house early to be on time for the surgery.

“He got pulled before he could start.” The resident informs.

~~~~~~

As the group approached their attending for the day, they come across a shocking sight. Their patient was somehow conscious, even with several nails in his skull.

“I can’t see my hands! I can’t see…” The patient informed, panic in his voice.

“Use 4 mgs of morphine. Titrate up to 10. You know what I don’t want him to move.” dr. Shepherd ordered.

“Okay, Mr…?” Amory started

“Cruz, Jorge Cruze.” A nurse told her.

“We need you t stay very still, Mr. Cruz,” The blonde informed him.

“He tripped and fell down a flight of stairs holding a nail gun.” The nurse told the group.

“Somehow he managed to miss a blood vessel. That's a minor miracle. Optic nerve's been affected. Can you feel this? Numbness on his right side.” Dr. Shepherd examined. “What's our immediate concern?”

“infection.” Meredith and Amory said in unison.

“Right. I wanna be pulling these nails out in the next half-hour. I need a CT.”

“CT's are down. They exchanged them out last night. Computer's crashed; have them back up by 1:00.” A nurse informs them.

“So typical.” Dr. Shepherd muttered. “So what are the options?”

“MRI.” George suggested.

“Brilliant. The man's got nails in his head. Let's put him in a giant magnet.” Alex said sarcastically.

“We should do films from three axis points and a C-arm in surgery.” The blonde said.

“Excellent! You guys dig up research and find out if this has ever happened before.”

Just when we where about to leave, Amory heard the man speak again.

“My wife, my wife, my wife.”

“Your wife is on the way, Mr. Cruz”

She then left the room, Meredith being assigned the job of watching over the man.

~~~~~~

After the girl did some research along with George, they approached the attending to inform him of what they found.

“Dr. Shepherd? Turns out there have been 23 similar cases to our patient’s, though one was a suicide attempt, so I don’t think that counts.” George starts.

“It doesn’t count. Anything else that could help?”

“Well, there aren’t any procedures that could but it’s been established that a shorter surgery time reduces risk, and bleeding and infection are the main problems to look out for,” Amory informed him.

“great, so I’m on my own.” He sighed.

“We have also thought of something that could help, but we’re not sure.”

“Go ahead.”

“What if we remove the nails from the exact angle they entered the skull?” George started.

“That way we avoid any further damage so it should be safer.” The girl finished off.

The attending started smiling, seeing the work they had put into this. “You might be onto something. Great work O’Malley, and Madden. You’ve earned a chance to scrub in.”

~~~~~~

“Vertiginous or light-headedness?”

“Light-headed. Sometimes he'd have to brace himself to get out of bed.” George informed him as they scrubbed in for surgery.

“Could be a million things. Simple orthostasis. What?”

“What made him fall down the stairs with a nail gun?” Amory wondered out loud.

“He said he tripped. Just because you hear hoof beats, don't assume zebras.”

“ Something caused him to lose consciousness and fall down the stairs. He could have a tumor.” The boy explained.

“How about, we start with this surgery and after that worry about the possible tumor? He shouldn’t even be alive by now, right?” The girl suggested, having finished scrubbing in.

“Exactly, I have no clue why he’s still moving and talking. Let’s wait before we say something that might not be there.” Dr. Shepherd agreed.

Jorge was really nervous about his surgery, which is completely normal. So Amory suggested to tell them about his wife, which he gladly did.

“She had this thing for red when we met. Red car, red dresses, red hats. Personally, I hated the color. Too obvious, you know? But a couple years ago, I took her up to the mountains. She was in a red dress, and there was this field of red… poppies I think. And she jumped out of the car and ran into them and started laughing, laughing at all the red.”

~~~~~~

While the surgery was happening, the chief narrated what is happening to those in the galley.

“As you can see, the patient has shot seven nails directly into the skull without doing significant damage other than the optic nerve, and we may be able to save that. The idea is to remove the nails at exactly the angle they entered. Any wiggle, and we risk doing more damage than when they went in.”

As Dr. Shepherd removed the nails with his incredible precision, George and Amory assist. After all of them were removed with little to no bleeding, Dr. Shepherd evaluated the situation.

“I don’t think we made it worse. The big question is the optic nerve. We’ll know more in the morning.”

“Should we order the MRI?” The girl asked.

“He needs to stabilize. We'll do it tomorrow.”

~~~~~~

The next day, after finding that Jorge had gotten his sight back, Dr. Shepherd ran some tests as the interns watched.

“Can you tell me what you had for breakfast on Monday?” The surgeon asked.

“Cheese omelet. And on Sunday, and on Saturday, and on Friday. Sone gets up every morning and make me a cheese omelet.” Amory smiled at the couple’s relationship. This is something she hopes would someday happen to her.

“It’s the only thing he likes.”

“It’s the only thing you know how to cook?”

“Okay, things look good, but I need Jorge to get an MRI this morning to check for residual bleeding.” The surgeon informed.

~~~~~~

Turns out George was right, the patient has a tumor. Now they had to inform him and his wife he had a patient.

“Best practice, probably to remove the tumor. "Probably" because I can't get it all.Ninety-nine percent, but not all of it. Radiation and chemo, you're looking at maybe five to ten good years.”

“Let’s do it.” Jorge decided.

“You haven't heard the downside. See, the tumor is located in a part of your brain where your memory and your personality resides. And because of the fuzzy edges of this type of tumor, I have to cut out a lot. Jorge, you stand a good chance of losing your memories. Of losing who you are.” Amory inform them. It’s their job to inform all of the patients of the good side and the bad ones.

“The alternative is gamma or cyberknife treatment with focus radiation. It's less evasive. There's little chance of memory loss or him losing himself but it would only give Jorge maybe three to five years.”

“Three to five years?” Jorge’s wife asked a clear lump in her throat and started crying.

“This is an incredibly difficult decision. If you have any more questions or you need to talk to me, I'm here, ok?” They left the room to let them talk about it.

~~~~~~

The couple decided to have the surgery. Sona explained that she’d rather have 10 bad years with her husband than 5 good ones. It wasn’t Amory’s decision, but she’d rather have 5 good ones, than 10 bad ones. She would want to make memories with the person she fell in love with, not the body of him and the mind of someone else.

Later that night, She came home to find Meredith downing a whole bottle of tequila.

“What’s going on? I heard you advised Sona against the surgery. You know we can’t do that.” Amory asked her moving to sit next to her. “Don’t tell me you’re fine when I know you’re not. So do you wanna talk about it? Or do we just drink this bottle, forgetting about it?”

“I want to talk about it, but I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone.” The dirty blonde took another sip of the bottle before continuing.”My mom isn’t on a road trip around who-knows-where, she has early-onset Alzheimer’s. She’s in a nursing home. I’m the only one who can visit her and she won’t let me tell anyone. That’s why I advised against it. I know how it is to live with someone who most of the time doesn’t recognize you.” The blonde let out an “oh” and moved closer to Meredith.

“Do you want to be alone? Or can I stay and we share the bottle?” She asked.

“You can stay” Meredith answers passing me the bottle of tequila.

They spent the rest of the night drinking the bottle and talking about gossip they heard from the hospital.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

La juive (Geneva, 2022): Reactions, Part I

ENFIN!!!!!!!!!!

MARC MINKOWSKI MY BELOVED

okay this looks so cool

omg no don’t attack them

(update: surprisingly and thankfully, they did not)

hey you’re supposed to be in church right now so maybe be in there and mind your own fucking business

“the power of christ compels you! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!”

“…i’m jewish, not a vampire”

JOHN OSBORN MY BELOVED

léopold you shady little motherfucker

“the hussites have been defeated—”

“EYYYYYYYYYUP THAT WAS ME BITCHES”

i love when Abstract Organs Are There

time for a Public Service Announcement TM

free alcohol: the fastest way to excite a crowd

omg no don’t attack his shop

OMG NO DON’T ATTACK MY BABY

TELL ‘EM OFF ÉLÉAZAR

hmm. interesting!

rip to his family (unless…)

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 🥺

can you be friends after such shit has passed between you??? can you even not hate each other???

when an aria turns into a gorg ensemble *chef’s kiss because halévy was a master*

they don’t know it but…

TAKE RACHEL’S NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

“oh hi orchestra thanks for helping with my seduction serenading”

spicy times

admittedly this is some very spicy music

léopold more like “i wanna get laid-o-pold”

she’s so adorable i can’t

“uh…yeah. just like you. totally jewish.”

love the church bell addition

love the look

interesting choice!

day drinking a little too hard

this is literally the SECOND time in the past THIRTY minutes you have threatened to MURDER them

and i oop

okay her voice kinda reminds me of Anna Caterina Antonacci’s 😍

halévy went OFF with this absolute banger

EXCELLENT use of film

yeah léopold you have a WIFE and KIDS what is WRONG with you

them against the world 💔

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE LMAOOOOOOOOO

(also: bling)

and the party and the antisemitism go on!

sometimes just EXISTING is an act of indescribable bravery

actual picture of me trying to not burn myself with matches (and usually failing)

léopold: imma yeet the matzoh

rachel: dude what the fuck

GOD TIER SINGING AND ACTING FROM JOHN OSBORN

AWWWWWWWWWW (again)

uh oh…

words cannot describe how much i hate this wig

also: TIME FOR MY FAVORITE TRIO IN THIS OPERA

okay tbh the outfit kinda pops off tho

like the detailing on the bottom of the coat!!!

NOT LÉOPOLD HIDING FROM EUDOXIE IN PLAIN SIGHT PLEAAAAAAASE

you done fucked up boy

the assignment was apparently to do stereotypical diva poses and by GOLLY she understood the assignment

a) the dress pops off

b) WHAT IS THE DANCE THE LADIES ARE DOING IN THE BACKGROUND LMAOOOOOOOOO

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW (again, yes. they are just SO PRECIOUS pls let them be happy)

this is EXQUISITE

still like the Konwitschny staging of this trio better because a) no weird cuts and b) ALL the chaotic energy but this, like the rest of the show so far, is very good!

to be continued later :)

[worstrestaurantsinphilly]

CRAY TASTE Restaurant

Located at 118-22 Market Street, Philadelphia 19106.

This restaurant was featured on FYI Philly and it looked fabulous on television so my wife and I decided to check it out. We went on Wednesday for their lunch menu.

We arrived around 12:30 pm and found all the doors locked until we were motioned by the hostess to a door on the opposite side of the restaurant and it was open. My wife asked why they did not put a sign on the door to let people know which door to enter the restaurant. Both the chef and the hostess gave her a blank stare like they did not speak English

The restaurant was empty except for a table of four waiting for their food order and my wife and myself. The hostess then asks if we have a reservation and we say no. She says to us that she has to check the reservation book to see if we can seat you. - HELLO - THE RESTAURANT IN EMPTY!

Service

We wait a few minutes and a very friendly waitress asks to take our order. We both order the Whiting platter with 2 sides. For my sides I order French fries and Collard Greens, my wife orders the Mac and cheese and Collard Greens and we order 2 sparkling waters

After about thirty minutes our platters come. It is now after 1:00 pm and we are the only customers in the restaurant. My platter comes and it is the wrong order I get Mac and cheese instead of fries, my wife has the correct order.

 I tell the waitress I ordered the fries oh yes okay I be back with that she says. 10 minutes later she comes with the fries and I ask her what happened to the sparking water  and she says she be back with it. It has been 40 minutes since I put the sparkling water order in.

The Food

The fried whiting was burned to a crisp and very dry and looked and tasted like it came from a frozen bag you can buy at your local Wal-Mart. It looked like one small whiting filet was broken into 3 pieces. The Collard greens were very salty and watery and had no actual taste but salt. It would have been better to open a can of Glory Collards and serve that imstead of the salty, tasteless collards they put on my plate.

My wife’s Mac and cheese was like no other I had ever tasted I my life it was horrid! However the french fries were good.

Value

Our Whiting platters were $23.00 each plus sparkling water and the added 20% tip for poor service makes this restaurant an embarrassment to the city of Philadelphia.

In My Opinion

In my opinion, the staff is not properly trained and has no idea of what the term customer service means.

As far as the food, maybe the regular chef was off on that Wednesday and they had to get  a guy from an  employment agency but whoever was in that kitchen in my opinion  needs to go to a cooking school  or maybe spend some time with his grandmother to learn how to cook Southern cuisine or for that matter any cuisine.

There are many restaurants in Philly that have a Southern menu, for example, SOUTH on 600 N Broad St, Philadelphia, PA 19130 knocks it out of the park.

On the CRAY TASTE webpage they claim the following:

Cray Taste has a team of 5 professional chefs that deliver every single meal with elite flavor and attention to detail.

In my opinion these are a group of amateurs who would not know attention to detail if it hit them in the face.

In my opinion "STAY AWAY FOR LUNCH", maybe dinner is better will check out dinner and let you know in the near future if this restaurant is still in business!

[voiceless-terror]

Jon wears a leather jacket to work. No one is immune.

Jon’s running late.

He doesn’t often run late. Ever since he got the promotion, he’s been working overtime- coming in early, staying late, sometimes not leaving at all. He had a mess on his hands, and its one he intends to fix.

So while it’s been some time since he’s seen Rosie at the front desk, it isn’t enough for her to do a double take. But that she does, her usually stoic face going red and her eyes widening in what looks like shock. That’s a bit dramatic.

“O-Oh!” She’s stuttering. Rosie never stutters. “G-Good morning, Jon. You look- you’re looking very nice today!” 

That can’t be true. He slept through his alarm, something he hasn’t done in ages. He didn’t have time to comb his hair and decided to leave it in the messy bun from yesterday- at least it’s out of his way. He skipped shaving altogether and couldn’t find his usual cardigan, instead resorting to an old, beat up leather jacket from college. It’s seen better days, and it reeks of guilty cigarettes snuck in his most desperate hours. The picture of professionalism he is not.

“Um, okay,” is the only response he can think of giving, scurrying past her desk and down to the basement. He doesn’t have time to parse that interaction out, not when his assistants are probably already gathered round, gossiping about his absence. Sure enough Tim’s sitting on Sasha’s desk, smirking and whispering something as he walks through the door, keeping his head down with a grumbled “Good morning.”

The chatter instantly stops. He hazards a glance to find Tim and Sasha, open-mouthed and staring in what can only be horror or fear. He was never any good at reading people. 

“Good Lord,” Tim whispers, borrowing a phrase from Jon’s book. It sounds odd coming from his mouth, and even stranger in that soft tone. Tim’s deafening on a good day, and Jon’s never seen his golden skin turn quite so red. 

“Good morning, Jon,” Sasha’s smirking, her voice turning velvety and smooth. He’s heard her use that tone in bars when she wants another round for the table. Never in the Archives. And never once has it been aimed at him. Jon bristles.

“What is going on?” he asks impatiently, running a hand through messy hair. He could swear Tim gulps. “Do I have something on my-”

He’s interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal, followed by the shattering sound of two mugs full of hot tea hitting the tile. He jumps back to avoid the mess, scowling at the man in front of him. Martin looks like he’s having a coronary; Jon wasn’t aware faces could turn that red. And he, too, is staring. 

“I’m late, I don’t have time for this,” he says, side-stepping the spreading puddle and throwing a scowl at Martin’s gaping face. “Clean this up.” He walks away to sputtered apologies and a snicker from Sasha. What’s gotten into them today?

He shuts the door with a decisive click, should anyone think of bothering him.

_________

And not an hour later, someone does.

He answers Martin’s tentative knock with a curt “Come in.” Martin’s looking at his feet as he shuffles in with a cup of tea, his face only slightly less red. He stands as far away as possible when he deposits it on his desk, refusing to meet Jon’s eyes and likely not seeing his nod of thanks. But instead of leaving, he just stands there.

“Do you need something?” Martin jumps at his voice, raising his eyes minutely before lowering them again. What in the world…?

“Y-Your jacket.” He flushes again and Jon’s starting to think he should really see a doctor about that. “You’re still wearing it.”

He is. He hadn’t given it much thought; it’s cold down in the Archives, and sometimes he’ll go all day with a jacket or cardigan over his shoulders. Still, Martin’s right- it doesn’t look very professional. He starts to shrug out of it when Martin throws his hands out in front of him, like Jon’s about to cut the wrong wire on a bomb.

“N-No!” His voice comes out high and strangled. It’s very irritating. “Don’t!”

“What on earth is going on with you-”

“It’s just- you shouldn’t! Not if you’re cold.” Martin gives him a weak smile that Jon doesn’t return. “Wouldn’t want you to get s-sick or something!” 

Jon stares. “Please leave.”

“O-Okay.” Martin backs out of the room. Jon keeps the jacket on.

It is cold.

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Thirty minutes later, Sasha comes in with a file he doesn’t need. She lingers with some inane chatter which is very much unlike her, and her phone’s positioned awkwardly in front of her. If Jon didn’t know any better, he’d think she was taking a photo.

The last straw comes when Tim leans in the doorway, a leer on his face. That always means trouble.

“Come to drop off an unnecessary document?” he snarks, slamming a book closed. He’s tired of this game they’re playing. “Maybe finish whatever strange prank you’ve got planned? You know I don’t have time for-”

“Boss.” Tim’s face goes serious, an alarming sign for him. “I have to tell you something. And I promise I’m not making fun of you or anything. I know where your mind goes.”

Jon rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “If you insist-”

“Jon.” Tim comes closer and Jon subconsciously shifts back in his chair. “Objectively, this is the hottest you’ve ever looked.”

What?

Tim raises a finger. “Don’t give me that. I mean, did you look in the mirror today?”

Well, that’s a bit uncalled for. Jon knows he looks a bit scruffy, but this teasing has got to stop. He’s starting to feel a bit insulted. “Tim-”

“You look good. You look dangerous.”

“That’s not a compliment-!”

“Like you ride a motorcycle,” Tim continues, inching closer. His eyes are staring intently into Jon’s, but it seems like he’s lost in his own little world. “Or maybe you’re in a gang, or an underground syndicate. You’ve got a rough past but really, a heart of gold.” Perhaps Tim’s drunk. Or on drugs. He could be on drugs. It’s the only thing that would explain whatever the hell...this is.

“I meet you at a bar,” Tim’s sat down now, right in front of Jon’s desk. Instead of throwing his legs over the side of the chair he leans forward on his knees, still with that disconcerting eye contact. “You’ve stepped out for a smoke.” Oh God, can he smell it? “I’ve had a few too many. You say ‘Got a light?’ in a dark, husky voice.”

“Husky?”

“I nod, flicking my lighter on and raising the flame to your cigarette. You look me directly in the eyes as you inhale-” At this Tim does his own little breathy intake, a finger to his lips as if he’s putting on a one-man show. And Jon- well, Jon’s not immune.

Tim sighs, leaning back in his seat and letting his hands fall back into his lap. “And the rest? Is history.” He takes a moment to recover, blinking slowly. Jon stares.

“What I mean to say is-” Suddenly Tim’s back again, as if the previous minute had never happened. “-do you want to get a drink later?”

What the fuck?

Jon opens his mouth but then pauses, considers. It’s been a week. He’s tired, at the end of his rope. And maybe-

Maybe he misses Tim. Just a little. They did used to have fun, sometimes. Before all of this. Back when they were friends.

“Okay.”

Tim blinks. “What?”

“I’ll come,” Jon agrees, though the rational part of him wants to take it back. But Tim’s in front of him-ridiculous, charming, idiotic Tim- and how can he resist? “But I don’t smoke anymore, so I’m afraid I can’t quite live up to your fantasies.” Tim barks out a laugh and Jon finds himself smiling back, his face growing warm. 

Perhaps he should wear this thing more often.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28491015

[6rookie-writer0110]

I will keep you safe in my heart

Yelena Belova x Male Reader

Request - They are on a ferris wheel, and everything is going great - until it gets stuck at the very top. For thirty whole minutes. Male reader was reluctant to get on in the first place due to their fear of heights. Bonus if: Male reader is having a panic attack and crying in Yelena's arms while they wait for help to get them out.

Yelena still trying to figure out her life since she isn't a black widow anymore. Now she is doing stuff that she never experienced and she is happy about it. You go along with her to explore new things and she is having fun. Yelena saw a flyer about a Carnival and she is curious about it, she grabbed the flyer and went home to show it to you.

You have your headset on and you're playing online. You didn't hear Yelena come in or her calling your name. She takes off your headset

“What!? I was playing!” You yelled.

“You can play later, y/n,” Yelena said.

“Why, did pull you my headset?” You asked.

She gave you the flyer and you start to read it.

“So?” You said.

“Let’s go. I have never been to a carnival” Yelena said.

“Not even one time with your family?” You asked.

“No. They didn't take us out much to have fun. We did go to the park but that's it” Yelena said.

“Oh. Okay, we can go now” You said.

“Y/n, you need to change clothes I'm not with you in your boxers of the dog,” Yelena said.

She is talking about your briefs of Scooby-Doo and you have on a shirt. Yelena waits for you while you change.

While driving to the carnival, Yelena asked about the carnival. You had to explain what people do and what kind of games and rides are there.

---

You and Yelena start to walk around. She watches people having fun and playing games.

“Wow there is a lot to do,” Yelena said.

“Yeah, let's start on the games,” You said.

In the first game, you had to explain how the game is played. Yelena has to make three shots in a roll with a basketball. You made two shots then you watch Yelena play. She made three shots in a roll and she won.

Yelena became very happy that she won her first game. You cheered for her

“Now pick your prize, any plush you want,” She said.

“I can pick anything I want?” Yelena asked in shock.

“Yes, you can pick any prize you want” She said.

Yelena starts to look at all the plushes. She picked donkey kong plush, she can't stop smiling. And you took a picture of her.

---

You bought cotton candy and she loved it. But she loved snow cones the most that she wanted another one.

In the next game, you and Yelena start to play the balloon dart. But you and Yelena wanted to see who can pop the most balloons. You lost to Yelena and she won the huge plush prize. But you did win a prize of a snake plush and Yelena put it around your neck. And she picked a blue duck. You and Yelena took a selfie with the prizes.

“Oh, y/n I want to go on that” Yelena said.

She points at the Ferris wheel and heights give you panic attacks.

“I-I need the bathroom,” You said.

“Okay,” Yelena said.

You used the porta-potty fast then grabbed the hand sanitizer and used it on your hands.

“Don’t you want something else to eat?” You asked.

“I’m not hungry. I want to go on the Ferris wheel with you” Yelena said.

“I’m going to get a snack” You said.

You rushed to the line to buy sacks. You buy a lot of snacks and Yelena watches you eat.

“Y/n, let's go. You finished twenty minutes ago” Yelena

You start to freak out and you are trying to come up with a lie.

“I-I don't know, Yelena,” You said.

“It will be fun” Yelena smiled.

She doesn't know you have fear of heights.

Yelena grabbed your hand and drag you to the Ferris wheel.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

You and Yelena are in the cart. She is smiling and you start to breathe hard.

“Y/n, why are you breathing so hard?” Yelena asked.

The Ferris wheel ride is going fine, except for you. But once it reached the top it stopped.

“What the fuck!? Why did we stop!?” You freaked out.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Yelena asked.

“We can't be stuck here! It's not moving!” You cried.

Yelena looked out the window. The worker uses a bullhorn

“Don’t worry, we are fixing the problem. Stay calm and everything will be okay” He said.

Yelena moved closer to you and she starts to rub your back.

“Y/n talk to me please,” Yelena said.

“I’m scared of heights. I hate the Ferris wheel. I didn't want to get on it, but you never been on a Ferris wheel”

You start to cry and Yelena felt bad. She wrapped her arm around you and you hide your face on her shoulder.

“Y/n, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you get on the Ferris wheel. I will never force you to do something that you don't want to. I hope you forgive me” Yelena said.

You break from the hug and she wiped your tears away. And her hands are still on your face

“I don't hate you, Yelena. And I should have told you about my fear of heights” You said.

“It will be okay. I'm here with you and don't feel alone” Yelena said and gave you a small smile.

During the 30 minutes of being stuck on the Ferris wheel, Yelena made you feel safe and calm. You and Yelena go home and she holds your hand while walking to the car.

“I hope you don't think I'm pathetic,” You said.

“You're not pathetic. I still like you and you being of heights won't change that” Yelena said.

You and Yelena smiled at each other.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Season 16 (Part 1)

Summary: After being captured by Michael while Dean was under his control, the reader has spent a very long time locked away waiting for someone to come and find her. When the day finally comes that the door opens, it’s not a familiar face she’s greeted with. Somehow the impossible is standing right in front of her but there’s no time to think about that. Something is terribly wrong and the reader needs the help of this strange young man if she wants to stop what Michael’s put in motion and have a chance at seeing Dean alive again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Free Space

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, SPN season 15 and series spoilers, injury, mention of main character deaths, mention of torture, angst, fluff

A/N: This series takes place post season 15 and follows canon (i.e. if it happened in the show, it happened in this story’s universe). This series is told between the reader and Dean’s POV. This was also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story bingo!

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Reader’s POV

You just about had a heart attack when the door opened. It’d been such a long time since it’d been opened. Years and years and years. You’d lost track of the days quickly but it was long enough for you to accept that it’d been a very long time. Long enough to accept that when Michael took over Dean and threw you down in the windowless little room, Dean didn’t win that fight.

The only thing keeping you going aside from the spell Michael had put up to keep you permanently trapped, body stuck in time, was the desire to save Dean. Or what was left of him. You’d been alone for years, body having taken a beating by Michael when he first captured you. You were still covered in bruises, broken ribs that wouldn’t heal, pain in every breath. You didn’t sleep, didn’t eat. Solitude, cut off from the world, that was your main form of torture. Dean though...who knew what hell he was going through trapped with a psychopath like that for all these years.

You readied yourself, a dark figure walking inside the room. The room was pitch black to a certain point before you were trapped under a bright light you’d yet to figure out how to turn off. The figure stopped as their feet hit the brightness, a pair of brown boots and slim dark jeans all you could make out. They mumbled something and you felt the air shift slightly. You dared to reach at hand out to where the invisible wall keeping you trapped had been.

Your hand waved right on through it and you suddenly felt cool, clean air hit you. The person jolted when you sprang up, running away as you bolted for the door. You followed them up a flight of stairs and straight out into the foyer of a very nice house. You could see it was a man now and tackled him, straddling his hips and grabbing your knife from your waistband of your loose shorts, holding it to his throat. He breathed hard as you stared at him, cocking your head.

He was the spitting image of Dean. Mostly. His eyes weren’t green and there was something about his nose that reminded you of your own. The biggest tell of all though was the genuine fear in his face, the confusion. 

“What’s your name,” you said. You held up the knife for a moment and tucked it away when you saw he was only focused on it. The young man, no more than twenty years old, took a deep breath. You yelped when he threw his legs up and wrapped them around your waist, yanking you off of him. He scrambled to his feet but you were on his tail, grabbing at his jacket. He spun around and popped you in the face, sending you to the floor.

You whined and cupped your cheek, the young man frozen in the doorway with a horrified look on his face.

“Who punches their own mom!” you shouted. He ran out the door and you went after, growling at your bare feet as he took off down the gravel driveway. “I’m gonna find you!”

You stomped your foot on the cool concrete front path, glancing to your right and spotting a sports car. You jogged back inside and found a pair of women’s sneakers, a little too big but you tied them tight and found some keys on a front table. 

About two minutes later you were pulling up beside the guy on the road and hopped out of the car, the man running into the nearby treeline. You pulled out your knife and threw it, catching his jacket and pinning the sleeve to the tree trunk. He stumbled and fell down as you walked over, staring up with wide eyes. You sighed and ran a hand over your face. 

“Can you at least tell me your first name?” you asked. He shook his head and you crossed your arms. “I bet your name is Lyle, isn’t it.”

“How’d you know that?” he asked, voice a bit higher than Dean’s but it made you smile, something warm and familiar to it.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think recently. Lyle is my top name for a boy if I ever had one,” you said. “So. Lyle Winchester.”

“That’s not my name,” he said. He stood up and pulled out the knife, carefully holding it out to you.

“You look just like Dean and me. You’re my son...somehow,” you said.

“Fine. My name is Lyle and that’s all I can say about myself,” he said. “I’m serious.”

You recognized the tone, that edge to it, the roughness but laced with an undercurrent of worry. Part of you wanted him to tell you everything about him but you knew he couldn’t, instead letting yourself give him a simple nod.

“I’ll make you a deal Lyle. I won’t ask questions about you that you can’t answer if you tell me how and why you got me out of there and answer anything else I want to know about this little situation.”

“Or else what?” he scoffed.

“Or else someday when you’re a teenager I won’t let you do anything. Lyle.” You took the knife from him and put it away, taking a deep breath. You stepped back out to the road, leaning against the car. You shut your eyes, something heavy draped over you. You peeled one eye open, Lyle leaning back against the car next to you in a blue flannel and dark gray t-shirt. His black hooded jacket was over your shoulders and you slipped your arms through the sleeves, wrapping them around yourself. You squeezed your eyes tight, shuddering before warm arms embraced you, Lyle almost as tall as Dean holding you close to him. “How did you know I was down there?”

“I can’t answer that,” he said.

“What year is it?” you asked.

“2089.” You froze, staring up at him. “Well, 2089 where we are right now is.”

“Lyle. It was 2018 when Michael took me. That’s not possible.”

“I can’t answer that either.” Tears welled up in your eyes and he hugged you again. “Sorry.”

“Dean was thirty nine the last time I saw him and it’s seventy one years later? He is dead. Sam is dead. They’re all dead so explain to me how the fucking hell I have a son with Dean!” you shouted. You pushed him away and ran your hands over your face. “Years. Fucking years I’ve sat down there waiting for him to come and get me. Him or Sam or someone. Fucking seventy one years!”

“Y/N,” he said, sounding a bit awkward but he cleared his throat. “I can’t answer everything because I don’t know everything. But I exist and that should tell you something.”

You wiped off your face with his sleeve and looked around, turning back and staring at him.

“I’m at the start of whatever this is and you’re way down the line,” you said. He nodded with a slight smile.

“I don’t understand it but this, where I’m from, this has already happened to you.”

“You’re from the future then,” you said.

“Not exactly,” he said. 

“A different universe?” He looked at you like you were nuts and the air shifted, Lyle freezing. You turned and saw Jack, a smile on his face. “Jack?”

“Hi Y/N,” he said. He stepped over and gave you a big hug, a little bit of ache inside you easing finally. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just on pause.”

“Jack I don’t understand fucking anything. What’s going on?” you asked. He pursed his lips and sighed.

“Well you already figured out Lyle is your and Dean’s son. I didn’t think I could slip that one past you. But it had to be him that came and saved you.”

“Why?”

“Dean’s in heaven. Has been for 69 years.” You broke away from him feeling like you’d had a punch to gut and making you breathless. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that with the whole decades worth of trauma thing happening right now.”

“Did Michael…” you trailed off.

“No. A piece of rebar on a vamp hunt,” he said.

“He what?” you said.

“Yeah got pushed back on it. Sam was okay though. Oh and Dean had a dog for a few months.”

“Dean fucking died from that? That’s what kept him down?” you said. Jack nodded and you looked down, blinking your eyes. “Disregarding what is going on in my head right now about that, why didn’t you heal him? Or Castiel?”

“Well Cas was in heaven helping me rebuild after he sort of died and I brought him back. I kinda am the new God,” he said with a smile.

“I’m proud of that but again, why didn’t you come down here and heal Dean?”

“I’m sort of hands off in that regard,” he said. You were about to go off on him for that when it hit you.

“Jack how long have you known I was alive,” you said. 

“2020 when I took over, I got these extra-”

“You knew I was alive and  left me in a hole in the ground for over seventy years?” you said. 

“Like I said, I’m hands off,” he said. 

“I was your fucking mom! I took care of you! I protected you! I almost died for you more than once and when you find out I’m still alive you say fuck that bitch, she can deal with it on her own? What the fuck is wrong with you!” you shouted. You slapped him in the face, Jack pouting as you sank down to your knees. “I want Dean.”

“Y/N.”

“I want Dean and Sam.”

“Y/N-”

“I want Dean!”

“I can’t-”

“Fuck you! You’re as every bit as evil as that devil father of yours after all,” you said. You forced yourself to your feet, tears prickling in his eyes. “Oh did I hurt your feelings? Tough fucking shit! Do you realize that I have not only been stuck waiting for years but my body got stuck too. I’ve been sitting with broken ribs for seventy years. Every single breath excruciating.”

You yanked up your shirt, deep purple and black skin radiating across most of your abdomen. Jack reached out a hand and you moved back, dropping your shirt.

“I thought you were hands off. I don’t want your-” you said before warmth trickled through you, the pain gone, body feeling so strange at being without it. 

“I don’t have to touch to heal you,” he said quietly. He swallowed and bowed his head. “I tried to let people live their lives without my interference and sometimes they’re messy but I’ve come to realize recently that’s wrong. A bit of help here and there is good. It gives people hope and maybe I should have done things different.”

“My family’s dead and I don’t want to wait around decades more to see them again in heaven. You’re going to-”

“No I won’t. Lyle’s life counts on you doing exactly what you’re supposed to as do your two other children’s. I can’t just put you in heaven. You can’t die right and you have to wait to see Dean until things work themselves out. Lyle’s going to be with you for a while and help get some things settled. It’s already set in motion so go with it,” he said.

“Jack I want Dean. Please,” you said. “Please Jack. Just five minutes.”

“Would you rather have your family back in the near future, alive, or would you rather have your and Dean’s souls torn apart and you never see him again, dead or alive? Rather he over there doesn’t exist? Rather no one exists?”

“I didn’t say that. Of course I would rather have them back alive-“

“Then be patient.”

“Jack. You gotta give me something. Something please.”

“I’ll talk to Lyle, tell him he can loosen up some. But I can’t tell you what to do. You have to follow your gut. Listen to Lyle and it’ll work out,” said Jack. You squeezed your eyes shut, Jack carefully resting a hand on your shoulder. “Do you hate me?”

“I hate that our family was ripped apart. I hate that you didn’t tell the boys I was alive once you knew. I hate that the last time I saw Dean alive we argued. I think what I hate most of all is that you treated us like everyone else. We’re not, Jack. We’re your family. All of us deserved a chance at normal and we didn’t get it.”

“Sam did.”

“How many years did Sam live without us? Without his brother?” you asked. Jack glanced down and you nodded. “You said you became God? Why didn’t you get rid of the monsters altogether Jack. Don’t tell me you don’t have that power.”

“I thought...I thought it was the natural order.”

“Yet you know there are other universes with no monsters at all. You could have taken the monsters away. Shit turn them human for all I care. The boys didn’t have to keep hunting after you took over. You could have been hands off and changed that one fact and saved so many lives, improved so many lives.”

“No. I couldn’t have changed it. Not back then.”

“Why the hell not?” you asked. He pulled his hand away and you found yourself in some clean clothes, Lyle’s jacket folded on top of the car.

“Because when I became God, I learned a lot. It sucks knowing that certain things have to happen and that I had to ignore when Sam prayed to me in that barn because things had to happen this way.”

“But why?”

“Because if I didn’t, if I’d intervened then and there, this universe, all of the ones I’ve been busy rebuilding, the way I’ve been rebuilding heaven...it’d be gone. Destroyed and I wouldn’t be able to put it back. It’s a temporary pain even if it doesn’t seem like it. So please, Y/N, please, listen to Lyle. Work with him. It’ll work out and things can be okay. You can have everything you ever wanted and more. You can have the freaking apple pie life and the no monsters and all of it but please understand you have more shit to go through first and whatever happens, do not let Lyle die.”

“He’s my son. I wouldn’t let that happen to him,” you said. Jack nodded and you grabbed his arm when he turned to leave. “You’ve grown up Jackie.”

“I’m still a baby by God standards,” he said.

“The guys take care of you after I was gone?” you asked. 

“Yeah. I missed you though,” he said. “I accidentally killed Mary and sort of lost my soul for a bit. Things got bad for a while.”

“Do you see Kelly in heaven sometimes? Mary?” you asked. He nodded and you smiled. “Kids can fuck up and your parents will forgive you.”

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Y/N. If I could snap my fingers to fix it all, stop it from ever happening, I would.”

“I’m going to trust that it had to be this way,” you said. “But give me a ballpark figure here. When do I get the guys back?”

“That’s relative. You’re going to end up breaking the space time continuum so it’s hard to answer that correctly.” You stared at him and he shrugged. “Not too long. A few days at most. I promise.”

“Wait is that how we have a twenty year old son?” you asked.

“Yes. The next time you see Dean he’ll be younger than the last you saw him. Just trust your gut and Lyle. Next time I see you I hope things are much better,” he said. You opened your mouth but he disappeared. You shook your head and turned around, Lyle now wearing his jacket, standing closer to the passenger seat door. For a long while you both simply stared, Lyle looking as if he’d just had his own long conversation with Jack. 

“You can call me Y/N if that makes it easier,” you said. He nodded and you took a deep breath, going to the driver’s side. “So. What’s the next move?”

“Jack just said after I got you out we had to go to Lebanon. He didn’t tell me anything more than that,” he said.

“Any idea where we are?” you asked.

“San Antonio,” he said. “So we go North?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Mind taking the first shift driving? I sort of haven’t slept in like seventy years.”

“No that’s fine,” he said. He walked around the front and you made your way to the passenger side, climbing in and sighing. He got behind the wheel and took a deep breath. “You and dad run a construction business.”

“That’s nice,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Dean’d be real good at that kind of thing. He’s really smart.”

“I know. Most guys can’t call up their dad for help on their architecture homework,” he said. 

“You go to college?” you asked, Lyle nodding. “Do you know about...this stuff?”

“I’m still not convinced I’m not insane. I just got home on a friday night. We had dinner and everyone went outside to have a bonfire in the backyard. I went in to use the bathroom and Uncle Jack stopped me before I could get back outside. He said a lot of crazy stuff I didn’t believe but the fact you were in that basement...you and dad are only like forty but you’re obviously too old right now to have had me when that would have made sense and Uncle Jack said space and time is gonna break and-”

“Lyle,” you said, holding up a hand. “Relax. I just want to know, do you know what hunting is?”

“Dad doesn’t go hunting,” he said, narrowing his eyes. You smiled and nodded to yourself. “We don’t even own a gun.”

“I doubt that. But that must mean that something happens to the monsters along the way too.”

“What do you mean monsters? And why were you kidnapped in a basement? And what the fuck is going on? You’re supposed to be my mom that runs the family business and you kick ass in your soccer league in the summer and you can’t cook to save your life and that’s okay cause you’re really good at baking and pies and shit and I just don’t understand who you really are.” His face was flush, eyes fighting back tears. You smiled, reaching over and cupping his cheek.

“You’re a good guy Lyle. We obviously did something right,” you said, wiping away a stray tear that fell. “It’s scary. It’s really scary. I’m not your mom yet but I will be someday. I promise I will tell you everything you don’t know when I catch up to your time. Dean and I will. But we need to go to Lebanon and the faster we can go there and figure out what we have to do, the faster we can get you back home where you belong.”

“But can’t you-”

“This world isn’t safe, Lyle. It is very unsafe for a Winchester especially. Please drive now,” you said. You put on your seatbelt and he closed his eyes. “Please.”

“I was supposed to be having a smore right now,” he said.

“I know. But saving the world is kinda cool,” you said. 

“I don’t want to save the world. I want to go home and not see my mom be beat to shit. I want my dad to go back to teasing me at dinner and not being dead,” he said. 

“If we do this right, you can go back to that really soon. It hasn’t happened for me yet. We can talk all about this when you come back. The night you come back we can talk through it all. But we have to get going. The sooner we go, the sooner it goes back to normal.”

“It’ll never be normal again.”

“Yes it will. I promise.”

“How do you-“

“Because I just had this really bad thing happen to me but someday I’m going to have you and everything I ever wanted with Dean. So it sucks right now but it’ll be better eventually. I know it will. You’re here so I know it’ll be normal.” He nodded and wiped off his face, starting the car up again.

“Y/N. Are you okay after...you know...being down there beat up all that time?”

“Not really,” you said. He took off his jacket and handed it to you. You stared before he rolled his eyes, laying it over your front.

“Sleep. I can drive.”

“Lyle.”

“Y/N. Rest. It’s safe. I got this.”

“You take after your dad.”

“Take after someone else too,” he said. You smiled and nodded, resting your head on your shoulder, closing your eyes. “I’ll wake you up for breakfast.”

“Egg and-”

“Cheese on a biscuit, two breakfast burritos, extra hot sauce and a small hot latte.”

“At least my road trip order didn’t change,” you said, quickly relaxing and falling asleep for the first time in ages.

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A/N: Read part 2 here!

[inkandpen22]

Dazed and Confused (S1: 2/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild langage 

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: After Steve spends the night at Y/N Jonathan Byers accuses Y/N of getting too close to her best friend’s boyfriend

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I wake up to a banging on my door. It sounds like an uncontrollable jackhammer. 

“Y/N! Oh Princess Y/N!” My mom screeches on the other side. “Wake up! You have to pick up Dustin in thirty minutes!” 

The last bit grabs my attention. My eyes fly open and I attempt to sit up but I’m pinned down. My head whips to the side and Steve is sound asleep next to me. His arm is draped across my stomach keeping me pinned. In a rush, I shove him off of me and fly out of bed. Steve wakes up abruptly and falls off the mattress onto the floor with a thud. 

“Shit!” He blurts out. 

“What was that?” My mom asks worriedly. 

Wide-eyed, I stare down Steve who peers up at me from the floor. 

“I’m just getting ready! I’ll be out in five!” I shout to my little brother. 

Thankfully, I hear him patter off as he grumbles various curse words under his breath. 

I must look like a crazy lady as I run around my room getting ready. My hair is going in a ponytail today because there’s no way I have time to style it. Steve moves about me, collecting his things. It’s Friday so that makes picking out an outfit rather easy. It’s game day, so cheer uniform. I start changing from my pajamas into my cheer uniform. I hop on one leg as I remove my shorts and rush to grab my skirt off my dresser. As I slip off my t-shirt and change into my vest, I check my appearance in the mirror on my dresser. 

Behind me, Steve eyes me curiously. He appears in some sort of wide-eyed daze. 

I whip my head around to check on him. “You okay?” 

He hums absentmindedly. Then, he shakes his head repeatedly to snap how of it. “Yeah! Uh… it’s just… um… you…” he stammers, “uh…. Nevermind! I’ll see you in a little bit,” he says as he goes to climb out of my window. 

“Okay? Catch ya later.” I laugh, wondering why he’s acting so odd. 

He’s such a goofball. I wonder if it’s because I freaked him out when I woke him up. Oh well, he scared me last night so karma. 

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Once we arrive at school, Dustin runs off to join the boys who have all agreed to dress as the Ghostbusters for school. Since the Demogorgon incident, Dustin and I have grown closer. We live on the same block and being only children help. 

Nancy isn’t at her locker when I arrive at my own, odd. What’s even weirder is Jonathan is waiting for me. 

“Hey,” I greet him with a raised brow. 

It’s not that I dislike Jonathan, we’re simply not close friends. Sure, we had a bonding experience last year but he and I are very different people. 

“Hey,” he stuffs his hands into his back pockets nervously. “Have you… uh… have you seen Nancy?” 

Interesting, Byers looking for Nancy. If this were any other day she would be here beside me and I wouldn’t be standing here with Jonathan but apparently, today isn’t going to be average. 

“Nope, I haven’t. I was wondering where she is myself. Usually, she’d be here by now,” I fill him in on the lastest as I put the combination into my locker. 

“Well if you see here will you tell her I have something for her?” He requests. 

“Is it your love confession?” I tease. 

“Huh?” He acts oblivious to what I mean. 

“Oh please, it’s clear as day you have a thing for Nance," I snicker as I pull out my books. "I’ve known since Steve and I showed up at your house last year.” I glance over my shoulder at him and it’s evident I’ve spooked him. My bluntness tends to have that effect on people. "Look,” I say gently and quietly between us. “I won’t say anything. I understand that she’s with Steve. So, you feel like there’s no point but it’s important to say how you feel and be honest.” 

"Just like how you’re honest with Steve about having a thing for him?” He boldly fires back. 

I scoff, he’s delusional! Me and Steve, really? There’s no way! I laugh, “I don’t have a-” 

“Really? Yesterday in the gym?” He challenges.

His question, more like a threat, takes me by surprise. What, so Jonathan is watching me now? He’s eavesdropping on my conversations? 

 “How about over the summer?” He presses further, stepping closer until he towers over me. “You two were together more than he and Nancy ever were! How about this morning when I was on my way to school and saw him climbing out of your window? Hm? How about that?” 

Okay, now I’m just getting pissed. “I can assure you, Steve loves Nancy!” I growl. “There’s is nothing, and I mean nothing, between us! Now I suggest you stop acting like a tough guy before I remind you who really holds all the power here,” I threaten him. 

He forgets that I’m the captain of the cheer squad. I’m adored around here. He’s some punk who hangs out all day in the photography classroom. If he really wishes to test me, I can promise I will win. I always win. 

“Fine then…” he mutters, mere inches from my face. “But remember, I could easily tell Nancy about last summer.” 

He steps back with narrowed eyes locked on me until he turns around to slip away. I watch, stunned, as he disappears into the cluster of students traveling about the hall. A bit disturbed, to say the least, I lean back against the lockers to catch my breath. 

I don’t like Steve, that’s crazy! Steve… Steve and I… we’re just friends, really good friends, best of friends! Jonathan is psychotic and tossing out random ideas to get a rise out of me. All we did was hang out over the summer! He was already dating Nancy, my oldest friend! I would never ever betray her like that! Screw Byers. 

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After last period, I return to my locker to pack up my homework. As I’m packing up my stuff, Nancy pops up next to me all distraught. She’s shaky and appears frightened, the same way she did when fighting the Demogorgon. 

“Nance? Nancy, what’s wrong? What happened?”  I ask her repeatedly, already worried.

She scans the area, making sure no one is watching us. Swiftly, she pulls into the girls bathroom. 

I stumble inside, immediately checking the stalls to make sure we’re alone. Once I determine the coast is clear, I spin around to face her. 

Her arms are wrapped around her tightly like a blanket. She swallows hard, her glazed eyes meet mine in fear. “I saw Barb!” She whispers as though she’ll be struck for doing so. 

That’s impossible. We left Barb in the Upside Down. She’s gone. She’s dead. 

“You what?” I shake my head in disbelief, pacing away from her. 

“In the library!” She explains, "I saw her! She called out for us! She said this wasn’t me! She said you were hiding! Pretending!” 

Now frightened, I whip my head around to face her directly. I note the hint of hope in her eyes that’s overpowered by guilt. I mourned Barb. We all did. I’m sorry for her parents, I am truly, but everyone is right! There’s nothing we can do! What’s done is done! All we can do is move on and live our lives! 

I refuse to relive the endless guilt, depression, and anxiety that consumed me for months on end. I felt like a shell of a human for almost a year after what happened. I can’t do this. 

“I have to go to drive Dustin home,” I announce. 

Quickly, I cross the room toward the door. I have to get out of here. This is nonsense. 

Nancy grabs my wrist before I pass her, “But Y/N-”

I yank my arm free from her grip, “goodbye Nancy!” 

Shaken for the second time today, I storm out of the bathroom and hurry toward the exit. I grip the handle of my purse, unable to control my shaky hands. Tears coat my eyes and threaten to slip down my cheeks. 

Flashbacks of that horrid night take over my train of thought. I see it clear as day. All of the blood, the sting from my arm, the pressure of that monster pinning me down. Everything I’ve been suppressing demands to be felt again. I’m living in my own personal Hell. 

As I push through the doors to the parking lot, the bright sunlight blinds me for a second. People cluster outside the school in their cliques. I weave between them, eager to get to my car and fly home. I can’t allow anyone to see me like this. I’m the strong one. I have my life together. I can’t break. 

In the distance, Dustin leans against the passenger door waiting for me. I keep telling myself that I’m almost there, just a couple of steps more. 

“Y/N-” Someone grabs my shoulder to stop me. 

Caught off guard and already distraught, I gasp and my bag slips from my shoulder to the pavement. 

I peer up to see Steve eyeing me with such compassion that I nearly slip and start sobbing. I wish I could tell him everything zooming through my mind but I can’t, it’s not his burden to bear. 

Urgently, he gathers my bag off the ground and places it on my shoulder. His hand lingers on my forearm, rubbing up and down comfortingly. I attempt to hide my shakiness by crossing my arms tightly. 

“You’re upset,” he states the obvious but I know he means well. “Are you alright?” 

I hum, nodding my head repeatedly. If I attempt to speak my voice may crack and then he’ll never let me go. Please Steve, I understand that you’re checking on me and I know you truly care but please let me go. 

“What is it?” He scrunches his eyebrows as he shifts on his heels. “Is it about Nancy? She was speaking about Barb earlier. Did she confront you about it? If it is I-” 

“Y/N!” Dustin shouts over to us impatiently. 

For once, I won’t argue with him about interrupting me. “I have to go,” I mumble under my breath and rush off before Steve has the chance to object. 

Once I’m a few feet away from Dustin, he notices my state and instantly climbs into the car without any questions. 

After I toss my bag into the backseat and move up front, I take a moment to gather myself and blast some music before I start driving. 

“Shitty day?” Dustin finally breaks the silence. 

Rubbing my temples, I snicker, “to put it simply.” 

He sighs, “Yeah, me too. First, all of the little assholes at school decide not to dress up this year. My guess is they all formed a pact and kept us out of it. It was all pretty embarrassing. Then, there’s this new girl, Max, smoking’ hot, but thinks she’s cooler than everyone else. Lucas likes her too… We followed her around for a little bit but then… well shit… she was onto us. Do you wanna talk about your day?” He offers to listen. 

I shake my head and open my eyes. Exhaling deeply, I grip the wheel and prepare to go. “No, because if I do then it will lead down a dark road that I don’t wish to travel ever again.” 

Dustin respects my silence and he talks most of the way home. I appreciate him not forcing me to speak about the horrors of today. Right now, I much rather listen and be distracted. Today was one of the worst days I’ve had in a while. At least tonight is the party. I could really use some mindless fun, risky shenanigans, and most importantly, booze. 

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Shape Of You

Summary: Going down memory lane is his favorite thing to

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x black!fem!reader

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fluff, mentions of reader being in a relationship with unnamed oc, unnamed oc cheating on reader, confession of feelings, some quick smut (18+), unprotected sex, reader is pregnant at one point, brief mention of sickness, domestic things at the end

Word Count: 6753

A/N: Jeez louise, i finally finished this fic, goodness gracious. But this is for @doinmybesthere's 3K song of the summer collab and thank you so much for letting my join and oh my God this is so late, but I hope you guys like this fic!

The word "shapes" has many meanings for Matsukawa Issei. Whenever he hears the word, many important moments in his life flash through his head. All he has to do is look at his lockscreen--a picture of you and him. Makki always had a running joke that the both of you looked like you always had a heart around you, and he photoshopped one onto the picture.

And looking at it always sends him down memory lane.

The first significant shape of his life is a part of the sandcastle you were building when he first met you at six years old. You were in the sandbox playing by yourself, and he walked up to you.

"Knock down my sandcastle, I do the same to you." The first words you spoke to him were a threat, and he's never stopped teasing you to this day about it. If those words were supposed to scare him, it did the complete opposite, only drawing him to you. He smiles widely in response before sitting down across from you.

"Can I help? Will you knock me down for that?" he jokes, and you squint at him in suspicion before you slowly hand him the shovel. And that first shape becomes the tower he builds on your sandcastle.

The second significant shape comes a couple of years after he meets you. And this shape occurs more than once. You both became best friends nearly faster than you became friends. This shape is probably his most favorite, and he's only just admitted it to you about a couple of months ago.

This was probably the third time you had begged your mom to let him come over this week. Claiming it would keep you occupied and you wouldn't be bothering her, so with your very convincing argument, she called his mom, and he was knocking on your door two minutes later (a perk of living three houses from each other).

"What's wrong?" He notices you're shaking slightly, which prompted him to ask you, and you pull your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. His question is answered when the thunder sounds, the boom so loud that it even makes him jump.

"I don't like thunderstorms," you admit, the answer plain obvious at this point, and he can see that you're shifting your attention towards the window even though you're trying not to.

Issei stares at you for a beat before he gets up from the floor and he moves over to your bed. You frown as you watch him pull the comforter over his head, and he lifts the blanket up so you can see him. "Come on," he urges, and you're climbing onto your bed anyway even though you're confused at his actions, and he makes sure the both of you are under the comforter.

You jump again when thunder strikes again, and you feel his hands slide into yours. "When I squeeze your hands, that's when the thunder will strike, okay?"

You can't really make out his face, the sky along with the blanket making the light disappear even more, but you nod, shifting so that you're sitting next to him. Your heart is racing, but when you feel him squeeze your hands, you feel significantly calmer, and you don't even jump when it claps.

"How do you know?" you ask quietly after he's been squeezing your hands for about thirty minutes.

"It's a secret." Now he could've easily told you that he was counting the seconds between the thunder and the lightning, but he found himself really enjoying the feeling of his hands around yours. So he lies about it.

And when your mom comes in to check on you two, she pulls back the blanket to reveal to sleeping children holding hands. And the picture she takes easily makes it to Matsukawa's top ten.

And this lasts until you're both about to be in high school. Whenever it thunderstorms, he's always there, squeezing your hands softly. The only reason why it stops is because you finally figured out how he knows when to squeeze your hands.

It's the last week before you have to start school, and you're sitting in Issei's living room, playing videos games on the couch. You beat him for the tenth time in a row, cheering loudly as he tosses the controller to the side, letting his head fall back on the couch.

"I'm bored," he groans, and all he hears is you chuckle as you set your controller down. But his head snaps up towards you when he feels your hand slide into his.

"You know I figured out how you could tell," you start, and he doesn't know how to respond. Current Mattsun would respond cool, calm, and collected. But fourteen-year-old Mattsun---

"What...uh...what are you talking about?" he asks, his voice nearly trembling, but he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"But thanks to you, thunderstorms don't scare me anymore." He's afraid that his palms are sweating terribly and his face is super red, but at your response, he can't help but smile.

"You're welcome," he says as he holds your hand tighter.

Now, high school is where he could say your relationship changed. For a while, it changed for the worst. Neither of you had the same classes, meaning you barely got to see each other. And for about the first year and a half, you didn't talk to him.

You'd pass him in the hallways, not saying a word. You were completely ignoring him, and Matsukawa couldn't even begin to understand why. Confused was an understatement.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?" It's Makki who snaps him out of his staring, and Issei jumps softly as he turns to look at him.

"What?"

"You're zoning out again. Seriously, is something going on?" Mattsun glances in a direction before looking back at him, and Makki follows his gaze. "What? You know her or something?"

He doesn't know how to answer the question. Yeah, I do. We're best friends, or, I don't know, maybe?

"I mean if you like her or whatever, just tell her. What do you have to lose?" Makki adds when Issei doesn't respond, and he clearly doesn't know the weight of his words. But he figures that if he does lose you, he's already a half a step there? The logic is probably lost in the moment, but it gives him enough courage to finally talk to you.

He knows it's cliché, but he chooses Valentine's Day, claiming that it was just a coincidence.

He spends almost the whole lunch period standing outside your classroom, giving himself a pep talk, but then he chickens out. He feels stupid, but it just didn't feel like the right moment. He wasn't even sure if he was actually going to talk to you, but as he's walking to the gym, his eyes land on you, and before he can think, his feet are moving towards you.

You freeze when he calls your name, and he quickly picks up the pace to catch you. "Please listen to what I have to say," he begs when it looks like you're about to run away, and you sigh as you slowly turn around. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me or whatever," he starts, and your face softens. "But, I want you to know that I'm sorry and I miss you."

He slides a strap of his backpack off his shoulder, his eyes continuing to look at you to make sure you're not leaving, and he pulls out a heart-shaped box, a gold bow wrapped around it. He flushes pink as he stretches his arm out to you, clearing his throat before he speaks, worried his voice might crack.

"They're your favorite."

He can't read your face, but you slowly step closer to him, taking the box and letting it fall softly, your head falling too as you keep your eyes on it. He hears you sniffle, and suddenly he's become concerned, but when he tries to talk again, you jump into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Your face meets his neck as he wraps his arms around you, staggering back in surprise.

"I'm sorry, Issei." Your voice is wobbly, and he can feel something wet on his neck. "I'm really sorry." Your arms wrap tighter around him like you're scared he'll let you go, and Mattsun easily copies you, tightening his. "I missed you so much, I'm so sorry," you repeat, and you don't know what else you could say to make up for how you've treated him.

"It's okay," he says, rubbing your back. "All that matters is that you're here now."

~

The heart is actually a shape that comes up more than once in your relationship, and Matsukawa swears to you that he never does it on purpose. Well, maybe.

"Issei, you're freaking me out. What do you have to tell me?" you ask as you sit on the roof, the air of the night starting to get cooler, making you rub your arms.

"Can't you be patient?" he teases, sitting down next to you, and you raise an eyebrow as you watch him.

"Just tell me already!" you press, and he chuckles before digging something out of his pocket, but you can't see it because he keeps his hands wrapped around it.

"You know what today is?" he starts, and you frown as you shake your head, eager to see what he has. "An anniversary."

"For what?" He can tell that you really don't know what he's talking about, and he hopes that makes this surprise even better. You watch him slowly peel back his hands, and when your eyes land on the black box, you have an even deeper frown on your face.

He opens it, and you gasp in surprise when you see it, a thin necklace with a small heart pendant. "You started talking to me again on this day a year ago."

"Issei," you begin, not even knowing what to say. "Please don't tell me that this cost you a fortune."

He chuckles softly as he shakes his head. "No, it did not. I know you wouldn't accept it if I did," he admits, knowing you like the back of his hand. "So, will you accept it?"

"Of course I will, if you swear that it wasn't really expensive," you repeat, and he rolls his eyes as he takes the necklace out of the box. You move closer to him, turning your back towards him before moving your hair so he can put the necklace on you.

His hands linger on you longer than they should, but you don't notice, too busy admiring the pendant as Mattsun lays down. He watches you look at it before you turn to face him, the big smile on your face making his heart flutter. You scoot closer, laying down on his chest, and one of his arms wraps around you, his other hand resting under his head.

"I love it, Issei. Thank you," you whisper, the sounds of the nighttime starting to become louder as the sun goes down.

"Of course. Anything for you," he responds, and he doesn't know if you can tell, but he absolutely means it. You get a little more comfortable before inhaling deeply.

"I can't believe we're about to graduate," you muse. "Wonder what college'll be like."

"Hopefully not as dramatic," Mattsun says, and you huff as you agree. "And hopefully you're still talking to me," he mocks, making you scoff in offense as you lightly tap his chest.

You finally lift your head up to look at him, and he hopes you can't feel how his heart starts racing at how close your face is to his. "I will always keep talking to you. I want you in my life forever." He doesn't mean to, but his grip on your waist tightens. "Plus, you know way too many of my secrets," you add, making him laugh despite the fact that you diminished his hope.

He's had feelings for you from the moment he met you, but he just didn't know it yet. And yeah, it hurts that it seems like you don't reciprocate his feelings, but he's decided that not talking to you hurts even worse.

The fourth shape comes about three years later, and it comes after a long and painful journey. You and Mattsun are almost out of college, and he hoped that college wouldn't be as dramatic. It wasn't, but it definitely was painful. He hadn't expected you to get a boyfriend. Well, he thought he would be dating you by the time you both got to college, but he was still afraid to confess to you.

To say he was upset wouldn't be saying enough. He wasn't even sure if he played it off well when you told him, feigning happiness even though his heart was crying. Makki couldn't even begin to handle it. Mattsun was over at his place more, trying to find something to do since he wasn't talking to you as much as he used to. But Makki will admit that he did feel bad for him, and he hated seeing him like that, and he knows he's been trying to get you off his mind, but it's not working.

"Dude, this isn't healthy," Makki sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he looks at Mattsun currently laying on his stomach, his face in the pillow.

Issei turns his head. "I can assure you that I am completely fine."

Makki raises an eyebrow at him before rolling his eyes. "Have you at least showered?" he asks, and he nods his head before moving his face back into the pillow. This is one of the days that's a little harder, so Makki sighs again. "Just make sure you're taking care of yourself, okay?"

And then he hears him walk out of his room, and then he faintly hears the front door close. He doesn't move, but when his phone dings, he slowly moves his hand across the bed, turning his head again to look at it. It's a text from you.

Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to join us to get food today?

He lets the phone clatter to the floor.

~

It's not that Issei doesn't like the guy, it's just that he's not him. He's seen how you both interact, and he can't help but think that he could make you so much happier. He's the one who knows everything about you, the one who's known you the longest. But he bites down, if you seem happy, then he can try to be.

Your relationship comes to a terrible halt after about four months.

Mattsun's probably cried about this whole thing maybe once or twice, and he feels like he might do it again. It's currently three in the morning, and he can usually sleep when it's pouring rain outside. But the one thing that's keeping him awake is all the memories he has of you whenever it did rain this bad, which is what's about to be his third reason for crying.

But before the tears can even start, there's a knock on his door. He's so confused at who could be knocking on his door so late at night (or early in the morning), and he doesn't think it could be Makki. He sighs heavily, plodding to the door, cracking it open slowly. He snatches the door open when he sees you on the other side, soaked and tears in your eyes.

He quickly pulls you inside, closing the door before turning to you, his hands cupping your face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks quickly, so many emotions running through him at a time.

Your lip trembles violently, more tears running down your face. "He was--he," you can't get the words out, your lip moving too fast, and he wipes the tears away with his thumbs.

"Did he touch you?" he asks next, already feeling anger bubbling in his chest. You shake your head quickly before dropping it to look at the floor, more sobs racking your body.

"He was cheating," you rasp. "The whole time," you add, and he feels his world stop, and you look up at him when you feel the grip on your arms tighten. You see a million things running through his eyes, and he has a million things running through his mind. You start shivering, and he quickly shifts his attention to the fact that you're soaking wet.

He's quick to guide you to the bathroom, turning on the hot water and adjusting it to your liking as he fills the bathtub up, adding in some softly scented soap, the water filling with bubbles. He leaves to let you get undressed before coming back about five minutes later with a towel in his hands, and he knocks on the door to let you know he's coming in.

He doesn't look anywhere near your way, attempting to set the towel on the counter and exit, but he can't help but look at you. Your head is leaning back on the lip of the tub, and he can see that your eyes are emotionless, nothing's in them.

The water is up to your neck, and you're unmoving. Matsukawa doesn't really know what to say, but he tries not to stare at you for too long, turning around and heading towards the door. Just as he reaches for the door, he hears his name. It's quiet, he can barely hear it above the minimal movement of the water, and he turns around slowly, his eyes meeting yours.

"Can you stay with me? Please?" He's never heard your voice so soft, so broken, and he doesn't even think twice, moving almost too fast towards you. He starts to sit next to the tub, but the small, subtle movement you make alerts him, making him look your way.

"No," you start, your voice super quiet. "With me." The emphasis is so much stronger, and Issei can't help but gulp roughly, understanding what you mean instantly.

"Are you sure?" he asks after taking a deep breath that didn't help at all. You curl into yourself slightly as you nod your head and he does the same. "Okay."

He stands up, rubbing his hands on his shorts, lowkey surprised that he's already sweating so bad. You turn your head away from him, and he starts to get undressed, and it's like his body wants to move fast, but everything is happening in slow motion.

You haven't turned your head yet, and he lightly taps the tub to signal that he's getting in, and you move to give him some room. The warmth of the water settled him a little, giving him something to focus on instead of his heart that for sure is going to beat out of his chest.

The moment he settles back into the tub, you're laying against his chest, nestling your head under his chin, your arms wrapped around yourself. And like he's been doing this for years (which he technically has just not in this scenario), his arms automatically wrapping you. He starts hyper-focusing on not touching you where you probably wouldn't appreciate, but then he feels you moving.

He can't really tell what you're doing, but before he can move his head to look at you, you're already talking.

"I'm sorry, Issei."

He raises his eyebrows, not expecting that to be the first thing you'd say. "For coming here?" he asks, hoping that you know you never have to apologize for that.

"No," you start with a soft laugh, shaking your head. "For being an asshole and not talking to you in high school." He scoffs in surprise, subconsciously adjusting the both of you as his arms tighten around you.

"You don't have to apologize for that--"

You cut him off when you raise your head so that you can look at him, and he feels his heart sink at how swollen and red your eyes are. "Yes, I do." You're starting to cry again, but you can't control it. "I liked you and I was jealous that you were getting so much attention from other girls..."

He doesn't hear anything else, everything sounding like he's underwater. He brings a hand up to your face, ultimately causing you to stop. "You what?" he asks softly, wanting to make sure he heard you right.

"I like you, Issei. I--fuck, I'm in love with you, but I didn't say anything because I didn't know how you felt--" He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, too many feelings overwhelming his senses right now.

"I'm so in love with it hurts." He's barely getting the words out before he's meeting your lips again.

And that's another one of his favorite shapes: your lips.

He can't even begin to explain the amount of serotonin he gets when he finally does what he's been wanting to do for so long, and he pulls you closer as your arms wrap around him. And even though this is literally his dream, he pulls away when you start to deepen the kiss.

"We shouldn't," he breathes, both of you breathing heavily, and he rests his forehead against yours as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

"I know, I know," you say, both of you understand that neither of you are in the right state right now. "But can we stay like this?"

He kisses you again, this time softer but more firm. "Yeah. For as long as you want."

Now, this next shape he knows is cheesy, but that doesn't change how he feels about it at all, and it's the shape of your body against his. You started dating roughly a month after you confessed, wanting to be ready to be in a relationship with Issei, not wanting to do anything to mess it up.

You moved in together pretty soon after that, and Makki was mostly grateful that Mattsun wasn't at his place anymore almost all of the time. The first night you both were in the same bed, it was the first time since the bathtub that he had you against him in a long time. His arms never left from around you, his face resting on top of your bonnet before he moves down to kiss at your neck softly.

He smiles against your skin when he hears you laugh softly. "Goodnight," he whispers even though neither of you are probably aren't going to sleep any time soon, still too giddy.

"Goodnight, Issei," you echo, dragging your nail up and down his arm gently.

"I love you." You smile widely but just hum in response, and you hear him scoff before he moves his face to hover over yours. "Say it back," he muses, poking you in your side lightly.

You raise your eyebrows like don't know what he's talking about, but you're biting your lip and it's giving your act away. He starts peppering kisses all over your face as he tickles you, trapping you under him as you start to laugh wildly. "You gotta say it back."

He doesn't let up, starting to crawl on top of you, caging you under him. He stops tickling you, finally planting his lips against yours, and both of you sigh in content. Your hands come up to cup his face, his hands running under your shirt to rub softly over your skin as the smacking of your lips fills the room.

He pulls away, fixing your bonnet back on your head before looking at you, the biggest smile on his face. "I love you, Matsukawa Issei," you declare, and he kisses you again, wishing he could find the words to describe how happy you make him.

"If that's what I have to do every time to hear that, I don't know if this relationship could work," he jokes, and you sigh, a small pout on your lips.

"Really? Well then whatever will you do?" you drawl, tilting your head slightly.

"I don't know. Guess I'll just have to keep doing until you finally just say it," he concludes. "It's a win-win for me anyway."

He knows you're about to say something snarky by the look on your face, so he stops you by tickling you again, your hands instantly grabbing at his wrists to try and stop him. "Okay! Okay!" you yell, making him finally relent. You take a couple of deep breaths as he chuckles quietly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And he's always feeling your body against his. Whenever he wakes up early, sometimes he'll be holding you or you'll be holding him. Or your head could be laying on his chest, it doesn't matter because it all makes him fall in love with you more.

He constantly gets teased by Makki and Oikawa for how down bad he is, but he doesn't care and he doesn't let it bother him. Because he is really down bad for you, and what's so wrong with that?

This next shape is a little (very much) on the risqué side, and no one knows about this one because he wants to be the only one to know what it feels like to sink into your tight heat. After dreaming about it for so long, the actual feeling of sliding into your warm walls makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He's definitely seeing stars when he bottoms out; you're so tight and just even better than he could imagine. "Issei? Are you okay?" The soft hand on his cheek makes him come to, wondering how long his face had been in your neck as he tried to keep himself from cumming.

He lifts his head up, and the look on your face isn't helping, and he gives you a shaky smile as he nods his head. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" he repeats, his voice shaking, and fuck, this is so much harder than he thought. It's your first time being this intimate with each other, and he's about to bust before he can even make you feel good.

"Mm-hm, you're just so--" You gaps loudly when he shifts suddenly, and he groans when you squeeze around him. "Big," you breathe. "You're really big, Issei." Your voice is quivering, and it helplessly dawns on him at you're trembling just from him sitting inside of you.

"You're not hurting, are you?" he asks cautiously like he's never done this before. But he knows it's different with you, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. You shake your head quickly, moaning softly when you can feel him twitching inside of you.

"You can move. I'm okay," you reassure after you take a couple of deep breaths, and he gives you a confirmed nod before he moves his hands into yours, intertwining your fingers.

You take a deep breath when he slides out, instantly missing the feeling of being full, but then that feeling slams right back into you (literally) and your scream practically leaps off of the walls, and you can't help but slide your hands out of his and wrap your arms around him, needing something to hold onto as it feels like he's literally sending you to heaven.

His face falls back into your neck, groaning loudly as he speeds up his hips, and he's digging his fingers into your thighs, pushing your legs up, and that somehow allows him to go deeper.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you drag your nails down his back, making him shudder, a long, drawn-out moan slipping out of his mouth. "Issei, f-fuck, baby," you whine, your back arching into him as he drills into that amazing spot inside of you.

He responds with a moan of your name, moving his arms down by the pillows and gripping onto the sheets, which ultimately makes him push your legs closer to your torso. "I love you so much. Fuck, fuck." His voice is starting to get pitcher, more breathless as your walls pulsate around him.

"I love you, too--! M'gonna--" Your orgasm rips through you so fast, you don't even get to finish your warning, and it instantly sends Issei's to his, the snapping of his hips rampant as he sends himself over the edge, his movements barely faltering while he cums inside of you, finally slowing down when both of you're bodies are tingling with overstimulation.

He lifts his head to meet your lips for chaste but deep kisses, your breathing ragged. Mattsun pulls away but rests his head on yours, both of your foreheads covered in a thin layer of sweat as he laughs softly. He lets your legs fall, massaging them soothingly as your heart rates go down.

"You okay?"

You nod dazedly, your eyes glazed over with euphoria as your hands come up to run through his hair. "Are you okay?"

"I'm always okay when I'm with you," he counters like it's clockwork, and you scoff quietly before you break out into a wide grin.

"You're even sappy when your dick is in me. Jeez," you muse, and you squeal when he pokes at your side.

"You love it though." He smiles widely, kissing you firmly.

"Yeah, I do."

This next shape is more about the event that occurred around it, but it's still one of his favorites nonetheless.

"Are you sure you don't need to check again?" Makki asks him before they walk in.

"No. I know what size I'm getting," he declares, feeling his heart race as he looks at the sign for the jewelry store.

He didn't even have a speech ready, he just wanted to get the ring, get down on one knee and ask you. At first, he didn't want to get a ring, too eager to just straight up ask you one night while you were laying together. But Makki told him to "hold his horses," so he listened to him which he doesn't like to do often, and he's glad that he did.

"Issei, I swear if you're gonna push me down or something, I'm going to kill you," you threaten, and he can't help but chuckle as he carefully guides you where he wants you to stand, keeping his hands over your eyes.

"You know you threatened me when we first met?" he reminisces, and he can feel your eyes roll even though he's not pressing against your eyes.

"You will never let that go, will you?" you ask as he stops walking.

"Absolutely not." He smiles wider when you laugh. "Don't open your eyes yet," he tells you when he lets his hands fall from your face. You can hear him moving, but you can't really pinpoint where you are. "Okay."

You peel your eyes open, blinking as they adjust to the light, and your eyebrows raise when you see that you're at the sandbox where you first met. "Are we building sandcastles?" you ask, slightly confused at the final destination you've gotten to.

"If you want to," he prompts, holding his hand out as he sits on one side of the sandbox, both of you sitting there looking very out of place, but it's just like you were kids again.

"Hey, pass me the shovel," you say, holding your hand out as you observe your castle, making sure that you know where you need to make adjustments. When you don't get a response or feel anything in your hand, you look up.

Your mouth falls open as you meet Issei on one knee, the prettiest ring you've ever seen between his fingers. "You do know what a shovel looks like, right?" you ask, more than surprised, and he smirks at you as he gives you a look.

"Yes, I do, but I'm trying to propose right now, so worry about that later," he states, and you roll your eyes fondly as you wipe sand off of your hands before you stand.

"I think I've loved you since we were kids, but I was just too scared to actually tell you how I felt," he starts. "But all that matters is that you're here with me now. And I know this is disgustingly cliché, but you seriously make me the happiest man in the world.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, or where I would be because I just want to be by your side forever," he admits. "If you'll have me," he adds. "And don't start crying because you know I'll start."

But it's too late, tears are already sitting in your eyes as you nod your head, the smile on your face blinding. "Yes, Issei, of course, I'll marry you."

He quickly stands (avoiding the sandcastle) and practically tackles you in a hug before pressing his lips together. Both of you are laughing quietly but wildly in happiness as you feel the ring sliding onto your finger.

"This great and all." You both turn to the voice, having to look down, seeing that the owner of the voice is a kid. "But I would like to play in the sandbox now."

This next shape is one that probably scared him the most out of all the shapes.

"Do you think you could've eaten something?" he asks, and you shake your head, groaning when you do it hard, feeling like you might dump more contents into the toilet.

"I'm fucking late, Issei," you whine, feeling like complete and utter shit, throwing up probably the worst thing you could ever go through. You feel the grip on your hair slacken a little bit, and you don't even turn to him as it starts to click in his head.

"You're pregnant?" he asks softly, his whispery voice in disbelief.

"Yeah. I went and confirmed it today, I just was waiting for a good time to tell you," you say, and he's hugging you from behind tightly, but not too tightly to where it could hurt you.

"We're gonna have a fucking kid," he murmurs in your hair, and you hum quietly as you rest your hands on his arms.

"Yeah, baby. You're gonna be a dad, Issei." You turn your head, your eyes meeting his which have tears in them. "You're gonna be the best dad that the world has ever seen."

His arms tighten around you for a split second as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "You think so?"

"I know so."

You don't think you've ever seen Matsukawa so enthusiastic about something. He always made sure you were taken care of (even more than usual), making sure you were eating well, making sure you were sleeping okay.

The shape of your stomach when it started to grow was slowly making him realize that he was actually going to have a kid; that he was actually going to be a father. And hell, if that didn't scare the living daylights out of him.

But it seemed like you were taking care of him in the same way he was taking care of you. You were always there whenever he was showing signs of feeling like he was completely out of his element (which in a way he was), and you could always tell when the negative thoughts were getting to him at night.

Whenever it felt like the thoughts wouldn't stop running through his head, keeping him awake, you could scoot closer, and rest his hand on your stomach before you would sleepily tell him nothing but encouraging things until you both fell asleep.

When you were really showing, he would spend countless hours talking to your bump about everything. How his day was or how annoying his friends were being, or even the asshole that cut him off in the street that day.

("You can't cuss in front of our child," you scold, tapping him against the head lightly, which only makes him smirk at you.)

Anything and everything would be flying out of his mouth, and you couldn't do anything but admire how comfortable and confident he was becoming over the course of your pregnancy.

But when the baby was coming, that's when all hell broke loose.

Issei was frantic. You told him you had a (rather painful) feeling that the baby was coming and the next you know, he's running all over the house trying to get the bag together. And yes, he did forget about you for a split second in his midst of panicking, but he came right back and helped you to the car, and his panicking didn't stop even after you got to the hospital.

Because at this point, the pain was starting to become unbearable. At one point, it looked like he might pass out instead of you. But he held out his hand to let you squeeze as you pushed, some of the time he had to look away in fear that something might come up when he started to get queasy.

But when all of the hard stuff was done, and you were holding your daughter, he couldn't hold the tears back as he planted a kiss on your sweaty forehead as he softly rubbed the back of his index finger of your daughter's forehead.

And he definitely didn't hold back the stream of tears that came when he finally held her in his arms.

"I'm gonna be her favorite uncle," Makki whispers as he holds her, making all of the former volleyball teammates roll their eyes.

"It's obviously going to be me," Oikawa boasts proudly, making Hiro scoff at him.

"Only because you're going to bribe her with a whole bunch of stuff," he counters.

"My money's on Iwaizumi," Mattsun says, as he rubs his hands over your arms softly, sitting next to you on the hospital bed, and it makes Makki and Oikawa squawk indignantly.

"Yeah, me too," you support, which makes Oikawa pout.

Everyone else laughs including you, and Matsukawa decides that there really is nowhere else he would rather be.

"You're looking through the photo album again?" you ask softly as you sit down on the couch next to him, holding your son in your arms, rocking him softly when he starts to stir.

He shrugs as he closes it, the picture on the front of it a picture of your wedding before Makki cropped the heart on it, and he sets it to the side.

"I like going down memory lane," he responds, leaning over to give you a soft kiss before doing the same to your son.

And he thinks that the most pivotal shape is more figurative than anything. It's the person you've shaped him into today.

And the only thing that you did was be there, be you. He got himself together (well, more together than he already was), making sure that he could be the person you could rely on like he could rely on you.

He wanted to be the man, the husband, the dad that was always there being as supportive as he could every step of the way. And he looks around the living room, his oldest and second-youngest daughter playing with their toys, and then he looks back at you and his son.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" you ask, a deep frown but playful frown on your face.

He doesn't respond with words, only cupping your face and kissing you deeper this time. "Ewww, they're kissing again."

He can tell that it's your oldest groaning, and you both pull away with a soft laugh and he sticks his tongue out at her jokingly which causes her to do it back.

"Thank you," he says when he turns his attention back to you.

"For what?"

"Everything," he answers simply.

"But I didn't do anything?" you question, huffing softly at his answer.

"You're here. And you gave me this family. And you guys are my everything."

You groan playfully as you let your head fall back on your shoulders quickly. And yeah, you can still count on him to be this sappy after seven years of marriage, but he knows you wouldn't have it any other way.

And he knows he'll be content with this until the end of time.

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hey rose! (can i call you that?? sorry if that's not your preference) i may or may not have caught a case of crazy phat mad feelings for a boy and i was wondering if you had any cute headcanons about some of the MHA boys pining for a pretty fem reader?? i can't imagine this guy liking me back but i figure hey, if nobody got me ik pretty superhero boys got me AMEN lmbo no pressure on this request. hope you're doing well and things are okay in your world!! thanks love you!! first anon OUT 😌✌️✨💖

omg ya that’s totally cool!! i actually like that!!!! but omg, pls! i’m sure it’ll work out if not... hopefully these headcanons will help u out!!! LOVE U FIRST ANON!!!!!!!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA, 

will definitely stare at the back of your head during class and imagine 700 different scenarios that could ‘possibly’ happen if the two of you ever have a conversation that doesn’t involve school.

keeps note of your quirks and tries to give you pointers on how to use ur quirk via crumpled paper airplanes in the courtyard or slipped into ur locker.

will always, always, always keep an eye out for you to make sure you’re okay - if he sees you crying he’s gonna embarrass himself and be like, “you think that’s bad? kachan almost blew me to bits.” and now the both of you are crying.

daydreams about u.

whenever the class is training at the USJ or anywhere really, he’s bouncing. like. literally bouncing on his heels in case something goes wrong, he wants to be able to intervene. not because he thinks you’re not capable of fending for urself but it’s because he literally can not bare the thought of u getting hurt.

he definitely draws ur names with a heart and arrow through it!!!!!!!

really admires u and tries to be really nonchalant about how fond he’s become of u so when the two of you do have a conversation it’s just like... gibberish. you know when he goes on those little rants and the words cloud around him and everyone is like??? midoriya wtf. yeah like that.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI,

explosive boy definitely doesn’t know he likes you until he goes to recovery girl and recovery girl has to explain him the ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach, the rise of temperature in his face and the quickening of his pulse is literally because he has a crush. on you.

and boy does this raging blonde flip his shit. him?? have a crush??? when he’s trying to be number one hero??? a distraction??? not in this lobby.

easier said than done.

tries to avoid you at all costs. like even moves his seat permanently so he doesn’t have to breathe the same air as you.

no because during a training the two of you are teamed up and this man literally holds his breath like he’s five because he doesn’t want to inhale your ‘germs’. but he grows up a bit and realizes that you’re actually pretty strong and can handle your own. heavy emphasis on the pretty. 

so not only is he pinning for you but now he sees you as competition. so the initial plan to avoid you goes out of the window because he wants to one up you.

bakugou’s face is tomato red everytime the two of you spar and you think it’s because he’s mad but jokes on u.

takes a HOT minute but he’ll suffer in silence and just y’know open the door and wait five minutes for you to walk through it and then complain after. 

sees you in the hallway and flicks you in the forehead and reminds you that he’s going to be number one. but later beats himself up because wtf? why didn’t he say something else.

will go out of his way to fix your fighting stances and then have a coughing fit. so he’s going to push through his feelings but it’s really obvious to everyone else that he isn’t being lowkey, yknow?

IIDA TENYA,

my favorite class rep. he’s going to be so obvious about it. like. he’s an open book.

will offer to help you study. makes sure your chair is pulled out every morning so you don’t have to do it.

will also let you board the bus first.

will also tense up whenever you look at him. holds an emergency class meeting (excluding you) to figure out how to handle this ‘situation’ and everyone is like... dude

he takes kirishima’s ‘show her you’re a manly man’ to serious and tries to show off. with his grades, quirk and his class rep status which you know isn’t working so he’s back to square one. 

as bad as it sounds he makes a copy of all of his notes and color codes them based off of his you know ‘coding’ system and has it handy in case you don’t come to class one day or fall behind.

everyone knows but you. everyone also thinks that you would’ve found out by now since iida holds you on your own pedestal but! LOLKDSAJ

DENKI KAMINARI,

okay so.... this man... is so drama. he’s a clutz and obvious but he isn’t going to be direct. whether it’s because he’s scared of being rejected or because he’s not confident enough like bakugou and todoroki is unknown but anywayz

leans on the locker and tries to woo you with some words and falls. literally falls over. it’s okay though (in his eyes) because you immediately get eye level with him and try to check on him. it’s a win in his eyes.

is totally okay with the nickname ‘calamari’ but only likes it when you call him that. he tries to tell everyone that it’s a ‘you and him’ thing and gets teased abt it.

tries to include you in every conversation possible. he wants you to feel included in everything.

thinks ur like a walking goddess and that u should be treated as such.

he gets a little to excited around you so whenever the two of you touch he gives off some electricity and immediately goes on a thirty minute rant on how sorry he is.

makes you... a fucking... mixtape... with scribbled out hearts on the cover.

also... sends you songs to listen to but it’ll be like some random edm song and ur like”oh wow... love that...” and he’s like “ok cross that out she doesn’t like EDM.” and is DETERMINED to find out your favorite genre so the two of you have something to bond over.

changes your ringtone on his phone to the pokemon theme song because and i quote, “she’s the ash to my pikachu.”

isn’t so lowkey about his crush but??? everyone thinks he’s like?? just being himself?? so??? 

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA,

 bro. this man... THIS LOVELY SHARK BOY. 

is literally textbook definition of GENTLEMAN.

will not act on his feelings until YOU act on them because he’s scared he’ll overstep so he’s going to be like..... suffering in silence. but he doesn’t mind!!!!!!

holds the door 4 u. :)

checks on u 24/7.

stares at you in class and drools. 

walks with you like everywhere. literally. like to class, to the dorms, back to ur parents, to the mall. everywhere.

this is totally a best friend to lovers trope.

whenever he’s got doubt he will turn to u immediately because he trusts u and ur guidance. 

will even ask if u could spar with him (so you can a, spend time with him but b, because he wants u to be able to be the best version of urself u can be). 

whenever something goes south he will put his hand out in front of u. always. and you’ll wrap your fingers around his bicep and he will melt.

i think he knows he’s like... fucked because you explain to him that although his ‘hardening’ quirk makes his skin... rough, he’s still pretty soft. and smells nice.

man... that gets him THROUGH THE DAYS.

TODOROKI SHOTO,

another clueless boy. 

is very confused at first but after some hours of research he’s like oh. 

and then shit hits the fan.

like kirishima, really values your input and actually goes to you for advice for two reasons: one because you’re sensible and honest but it’s more for the simple reason that he’s trying to see what you like and don’t like.

you start to notice some changes in his behavior. not drastic ones but enough to raise an eyebrow.

is more vocal in his conversations with you.

tries his best to improve his body language (ie: will face you with undivided attention and arms unfolded to look more receptive) 

just stares at you in general to see what your reactions to things are.

like, in the hallway when ur talking to mina and the lowerclassmen says something stupid and the two of you scowl? well, guess what? now he doesn’t like that guy either and will give him a piece of his mind.

has your coffee order memorized so when ur staying up all night studying u have the energy to do so.

will sneak a protein bar and a water bottle in ur locker the day after those binge studying sessions to ensure that you’re you know okay.

[itscominghome]

Hey bestie , I love what you write . Can you do one with mason , where they are dating and she gets negative comments and like she feels very bad but didn’t tell him . At the end he finds out and he takes her defens .💕💕

thank you for your request :) sorry it took so long x

Summary: Since you and Mason made your relationship public three months ago, you have received negative and abusive messages from fans. But when everything takes a drastic turn, Mason is there to protect you and takes to social media afterwards to shut down all the abuse and threats.

Warnings: Derogatory language

I'll Always Protect You

"Mason deserves better"

"Slut"

"You're not even that pretty"

"What does Mount see in you"

"I wish he'd just hurry up and break up with you"

"Lets be honest, you wouldn't look twice at him if he wasn't who he was"

"You're just with him for the money"

"I know where you live"

"Break up with him, we know where you live"

These were just some of the many Instagram messages I would receive daily. Some were just calling me names or making me out to be a gold-digger and the sorts. But those on the worse end of the spectrum, those threatening me made me feel sick in the stomach. They had started just over three months ago after Mason and I had gone public with our relationship and they hadn't stopped, only gotten worse. I hadn't told Mason about any of them, I mean surely all of the threats were empty, just a series of words strung together to try and scare me. But part of me was scared that if Mason saw them, he'd start to believe them himself.

"What you looking at, baby," Mason asks from beside me on the bed, sounding concerned. I realised that there must've been a shift in my emotions and immediately plastered a smile onto my face.

"Nothing, Mase," I reply, my voice unsteady. I hate lying to him.

"Tell me you're not reading one of those stupid articles about us again," he says, looking at me, a look of sadness on his face. On top of the private messages I had been receiving, there were a few articles online from gossip sites and even big newspaper companies slating our relationship. Of course, Mason knew about those, there was no way to keep them quiet.

"I don't care what they say, I love you," he would affirm every time he saw one or caught me reading one.

Mason had stayed over at my house last night, not yet moved in with each other, but today wasn't one of the days we could have a lazy day. A day spent cuddling up to each other in bed, doing nothing but watch films, or catch up on the latest episode of 'Married at Frist Sight', which Mason would repeatedly remind me he hated (he loved it really). But, unfortunately, Mason did have training on my day off. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head before the bed dipped beneath me as he started getting ready.

"I'll come and pick you up later and we can go out for a meal or something," he promised as he opened the door thirty minutes later, pecking my lips lightly.

"Sounds good," I smile, "I love you,"

"I love you too," he says before closing the door and making his way to his car.

Tap. Tap. I looked up from the TV to look around for the source of the tapping noise. I noticed it almost straight away and my heart skipped a beat. There was someone outside my window, tapping on the glass, wearing a black balaclava. I froze in my seat, my hands shaking. He continued tapping for a few more seconds before moving to another window and continuing. Then he moved to the door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to open it. At this point, I start to panic, even more, rushing around looking for my phone.

"Where is it..? Where the fuck did I leave it..?" I whisper to myself as I rush upstairs, extremely distressed. I find it on my bedside table in my room and immediately dial Mason. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Come on, pick up, pick up, Mase." Ring ring. Ring r-.

"Baby, you can't be missing me that much already, I've only been gone for ten minutes," he jokes light-heartedly.

"Mase..." I say, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's happening? Talk to me," he says, concern evident in his voice.

"Someone's outside, they... they were at the window... tapping it. And... And then they... they started trying to open the door. I can hear them shouting through the letterbox and hitting the door. Mase, I don't know what to do," I say, tears streaking down my face.

"Shit... I'm turning around right now, I'll be back as quick as I can, lock yourself in the bathroom or something, just in case they get in. Stay on the phone," I nod, trying to steady my breathing. On my way to the bathroom across the hall, I can hear the abusive muffled shouts. I pray to God that Mason can't hear what is being said through the phone.

I hear Mason's car pull up in the driveway and his car door slam shut. I unlock the bathroom door and race downstairs where I can see him attempting to confront my perpetrator before he runs away. I open the door, tears of terror still staining my cheeks. Mason sees me and runs over, pulling me into a hug

"Hey, hey it's okay, they're gone, I'm here now. I've got you," he comforts, taking me back into the house and sitting me down to calm me down.

"I didn't think they were being serious..." I say under my breath.

"Baby, what are you on about?" I try my best to play it off as nothing, but Mason won't listen.

"It was just a few messages, it doesn't matter,"

"Show me them," I reluctantly pass him my unlocked phone and he scrolls through my message requests.

"Why didn't you tell me..." he says with a frown, clearly upset that I had not confided in him.

"I thought that if you saw them, you'd start to believe what everyone was saying,"

"Oh, baby..." he whispers, pulling me into his chest, "Nothing anyone says will ever change how I feel about you. Go and get yourself a bag packed and you can come to training with me,"

"It has recently come to light the amount of hate, abuse and downright threats have been hurled at my girlfriend, Y/N. And to tell you the truth, I'm disgusted. So, I've come to Instagram to address it.

I was unaware of how much abuse had been projected onto her until earlier today when I read some of the messages she has been receiving on both Instagram and Twitter. Most accounts claimed to be Chelsea fans, but as I'm sure all of my teammates would agree, to verbally abuse one of our partners, someone that I LOVE, does not qualify you as a Chelsea fan.

I had obviously seen all of the news articles, those I could look past, but the threats became very real today. I am sure that those of you who messaged threats like "We know where you live, break up with him," were all just empty words. But today, I had to drive back to Y/N's house after leaving for training after receiving a phone call from her, telling me that someone was tormenting her in her own home. If this happens again, it WILL become a matter that will need to be treated more seriously.

Finally, I would like to say that no online abuse of anyone should be tolerated. People in the public eye have feelings too, they are human too. It is never okay to attack someone for loving who they love. I know that this message will not stomp out all of the abuse, but I hope that the majority of you are mature enough to take what I have said into account and will consider what you say before you send it.

M19" I read aloud to myself when I see that Mason has posted. I feel a pair of arms snake their way around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. Mason.

"Thank you for protecting me today,"

"I'll always protect you,"

Sorry I'm taking ages to write requests, I have been so busy with coursework and homework as of late. That, and posting about 30 things about the match today. So, sorry for the spam, but I hope you enjoyed this request! <33