#was only school and crowd places had outburst

[holmesmarpleandpoe]

of course diagnose dmdd. when in environment that is noisy and obtrusive and people no listen will have outburst and be irritable and unstable.

of course diagnose dmdd instead autism.

[loonylupinblack3]

Jealous

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content, slight violence

Summary: Logan see's a guy flirting with you and gets jealous

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: this was written while i was sleep deprived and had no idea where tf it was going so enjoy

Logan wasn’t a very jealous person. He never had reason to be; everyone knew you were his and he didn’t feel the need to scare anyone off. He knew you only had eyes for him, and he didn’t feel threatened by anyone else.

Usually.

Yet as he was watching you laughing with that guy at the bar, like he was somehow the most hilarious fucking person on this planet, all he wanted to do was walk over there and punch the guy square in the jaw.

He didn’t though, because he’d learnt from the past you were not a fan of his outbursts but fuck he wanted to. He could feel his claws itching to extend, to rip through his flesh and proceed to rip out that guy’s flesh. He knew you were dating Logan, he’d have to. He was a new mutant to the school sure but he’d been here for about a week. It was common knowledge you and Logan were in a serious relationship; he’d have to have heard about it by now.

So he was flirting with you knowing you were taken. He might as well have been flirting with death.

“Calm down there mate.”

Scott’s voice took Logan out of his stewing. He glanced at his friend, who had noticed his jealousy and was staring at him with an amused look on his face.

“Shut up,” was Logan’s gruff response, eyes going back to your smiling face, resisting the urge to walk over there and claim you as his right in front of the bastard.

He was also miffed with you, however. Surely you weren’t that dumb. Surely you could see the blatant attraction the man held for you. Yet you did nothing to diffuse the tension or let him know you weren’t interested.

“Dude, you’d think you had my laser eyes with the way you’re glaring at that guy,” Scott said, not helping Logan in the slightest. He wished he did have Scott’s lazer eyes so he could get rid of this irritating problem. 

Jean decided to walk up at that moment, casting Logan a weary glance. “I’m not sure how long he can take before he snaps.”

“I can hear you y’know,” Logan said through gritted teeth, though Jean wasn’t entirely wrong.

It was when the guy laid his hands on you, squeezing your arm the way Logan did, that he finally ‘snapped’ as Jean had called it.

His friends didn’t even try to stop him as he stalked towards you, knowing it’d be no use. Logan was ready to rip that man’s arm off his body if he kept touching what was Logan’s, and he wouldn’t even feel bad about it. He’d enjoy it. 

You turned towards him when he arrived, shining him a bright smile. God, you really were that naive when it came to other men. Logan knew he should be grateful, knew this obliviousness came from a place of love, where you simply didn’t see any other man that way so you didn’t pick up on the obvious cues, but right now it was doing nothing but irk him, seeing another man flirt with you and seeing you do nothing about it.

“Logan,” you greeted warmly, wrapping both your arms around one of his, and shaking the other man’s hand off in the process. A bolt of satisfaction struck him at the action, but it wasn’t enough to quench his overwhelming jealousy.

He tugged you closer, feeling a deep sense of contentment when you eagerly complied, and his irritation towards you lessened slightly. Noticing the man’s narrowed gaze as he watched the two of you however only increased it.

He raised an eyebrow at the man. “Something wrong?”

He tried and failed to mask his face, Logan seeing the twisted jealousy lurking beneath the surface. It was so similar to his own it caught Logan off guard for a second, and his own anger towards the man wavered.

That was until he opened his mouth. 

“Just the fact you can’t give your girlfriend more than five minutes of space before you’re crowding her again.”

Logan was going to kill this man.

You seemed to realise that too as your hold got a tad tighter, as if to hold him back. If you weren’t wrapped around his arm his claws would already be out, yet you knew exactly how to stop him, and had it so Logan couldn’t attack this son of a bitch.

“Excuse me?” was his response again, and the people around them quietened, as if sensing the danger.

He felt rather than saw Scott and Jean move closer, to protect Logan or the man he wasn’t sure.

The man scoffed, glancing at you who was certainly not smiling at him anymore. “You see her chatting to me and you have to barge in. It’s like you’re scared if she talks to another guy she’ll realise you’re not all that and fuck off while she has the chance.”

Yep, this man was dead. He couldn’t just run his mouth like that, in front of you, and expect Logan not to pummel him into the ground. He was going to make sure the man’s death was painful and slow, that he felt every cut and bone breaking.

Yet before he could do a single thing you stepped forward and gave the guy a glare so dirty Logan was relieved not to be on the receiving end of it.

“You speak about my relationship with Logan like you have any idea of what goes on between us again and I’ll fuck your shit up.”

The man looked so stunned he couldn’t even formulate a proper sentence. “But you- but he-”

“Did you ever think maybe I like having him around? That maybe spending time with my boyfriend is what I want? And even if I didn’t, did you really think I’d prefer you instead? A man who barely knows me yet tries to speak for me and insults the people I love?”

Logan was staring at you in awe. The way you kept going, stripping this man of his arrogance and self assuredness, ripping him to shreds verbally the way Logan would have physically, well, it turned him on. You matched each other so well he couldn’t help the smug smile tugging at his lips as he turned back to the now humiliated man.

“I think she said it all.”

He sent Logan one last glare, and he thought that would be the end of it when he caught the muttered “bitch,” the man sent your way.

Immediately Logan’s fist was in his face, slamming into his jaw, his nose, any piece of flesh he could find. He was barely aware of the gasps around him and you’re incessant tugging of his shirt as he grabbed the man by the neck and looked him in the eye.

“If you so much as look at her in any disrespectful way again, I’ll tear you to shreds.”

Then he dropped the man, watching him scramble upright and swear profusely at him- though not a single word or glance was directed at you- before getting the hell out of there.

Satisfied, he turned to find you glaring at him, hands on your hips with a stern look on your face.

Logan held out both his hands in defence. “What?���

“I had that handled.”

Logan grabbed you by the waist and tugged you close, and though you weren’t exactly happy with him you weren’t completely mad either, because the man had been a dick, and let him reel you in.

“I know Bub, I just couldn’t let him get away with calling you that.”

You sighed but pressed your head into his chest and Logan knew he was victorious. “Let’s just get out of here, yeah?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Yeah?”

You smirked, “I want to see how wild you get when you’re jealous.”

Logan grinned a purely animalistic smile as he brought you close, pressing his lips against your ear as he whispered roughly, “oh just you wait Sweetheart.”

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve and Robin have spent most of their shifts at Family Video, whispering and giving each other suggestive glances whenever a pretty girl walks through the door. Steve used to hate it whenever Tommy H. made him do stuff like this, but it's different with Robin. Less about objectifying and more about admiring a woman's beauty — at least, that's what Robin tells him when he brings it up one day. 

With his conscious clean, he leans into it, and the two have so much fun silently staring at pretty girls. They learn that they have pretty much the same taste in women — minus Tammy Thompson — which isn't surprising considering they share just about everything in common. 

And while it's fun sharing glances and watching each other blush red when the cute girl gives one of them more attention, Steve also wishes he had someone who would do that with him when he spots a cute guy in the mix. Steve tried to bring it up to Robin once, but she wasn't having it. 

"Stevie," she leveled. "All I see is a faceless blurb that smells too much like pine. You're the only guy for me." 

So, he let it go. 

- 

Eddie and Gareth have a similar game they play whenever they drive out to Indy. Gareth is usually the one to point out a petite blonde walking in their favorite record shop. If she heads to the metal section, Eddie can make a move. If it's anything else, Gareth gets to try. 

Nine times out of 10, it's Gareth who flirts his way to a phone number. 

Not that Eddie minds. 

He has just as much fun watching his friend hopelessly flirt while casually checking out the guys who wander in the record store. 

Gareth always gives him a friendly nudge whenever he notices Eddie staring too long at the back of some guy's short haircut, but it's not the same as the gentle ribbing they give each other when a cute girl walks in. 

Gareth isn't into guys like he is, and that's fine.

But sometimes Eddie wishes he had someone to compare his taste in men with. 

- 

When Steve and Eddie realize they're both bisexual, they rejoice. Finally, they have someone to play their silly games with.

 Except, it doesn't go at all like they'd except. 

See, Steve and Eddie are both so used to having friends share their tastes in women that they don't even consider the fact that they might have different taste in men. 

But they do.

They're hanging out in the lobby of the Hawkins Theater, waiting for the kids to finish getting their snacks, when Steve sees him. A guy with disheveled auburn hair and a black denim jacket cuffed at the sleeves with random patches on it. He's got a blue bandana tied around his forearm and bulky black boots. 

"He's cute right?" Steve asks, nodding his head toward the guy in question. 

Eddie scoffs. Scrunches up his nose like he's just smelt the worst smell imaginable and turns towards Steve. "You're kidding me, right Stevie? That dude is a grade-a-punk! A wannabe one at that! I bet he smells like cheap cigarettes and hasn't washed his hair in days." 

"You smell like cheap cigarettes and don't wash your hair every day," Steve says, rolling his eyes at Eddie's outburst. 

"Yeah, but I'm also broke. That guys doing it for the stupid aesthetic." 

Steve scoffs and lets his eyes follow the guy until he disappears inside one of the theaters. 

"Alright then, what's your type, Munson?" 

Eddie hums and takes a moment to scan the crowded theater and the stops. When he turns toward Steve, he's sporting a giant grin. 

"Guy. Six o'clock. By the butter dispenser." 

Steve slowly turns around and nearly buckles at the knee when he spots the guy in question. 

Short hair, combed back so every strand of hair is in place. He's got on a letterman jacket from one of the neighboring schools, crisp white shoes, and his left hand is tucked into the jean pocket of who he assumes to be his girlfriend. 

"Him?" Steve chokes. "But he's so…" 

"Pretty?" 

"Jock-ish!" Steve supplies instead. "I thought you hated jocks!"

"I hate what they represent," Eddie says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He tears his eyes away from the guy and stares right at Steve. "But I can't help it if they have a cute face that's begging to be corrupted." 

It isn't until days later when Steve and Eddie are both complaining to their best friends, do they realize that having different tastes might not be such a bad thing. 

Especially when their taste in men is each other.

[lizdonnelly]

bodyache

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, smut, a dash of mommy kink for good measure

Summary:

You said, you said "Turn the lights down, I wanna be alone" I read your head away I couldn't stand how it pleaded, I needed to take Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at the tears, how they watered your years

Based on a request for f!reader reassuring a vulnerable Liz.

---

"Santa leave her in your stocking as an early Christmas present? Wouldn't necessarily say you qualify for the nice list, Elizabeth," Arthur Branch chuckled, motioning towards you with his glass.

You felt Liz's grasp tighten on your hand. From the corner of your eye, you could see her head tilt in the tell tale manner it did whenever she was preparing to unleash a verbal ass beating.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Counselman. Heard you're quite the saint, yourself," you piped up with a facetious smile. "Curious how your daughter is staying back in Georgia with her mother again this year. Can't imagine why. Airfare must be too expensive these days."

Lena Petrovsky snickered.

Figured. Corporate types loved when an outsider said what they all couldn't. You were thankful for the bits of gossip Liz fed you over your coffee dates, as it was easy to weaponize them in times like this.

Next to her, a taller woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She adjusted her narrow black frames and studied Liz, as if judging whether or not it was safe for her to laugh as well. Out of all the suits stuffed into the swanky bar that evening, she somehow looked the most out of place, ducking out of the way awkwardly whenever a waiter slid by.

"What's it you do again, Miss? Are you one of the ladies that takes my blood when they wheel you into the ER?" Arthur jabbed. "I thought you had to be at least 16 to get a job around here. Mercy General must've fallen on hard times."

Ah, the good ol' age joke and a sexist joke to boot. What a BOGO. You knew his back was against the wall now.

"Really now, Arthur," Lena said, rolling her eyes.

"No, he has a point. I often confuse phlebotomists and trauma surgeons," you said lightly. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake."

---

Later in the evening, you found yourself sat in a booth across from the leggy blonde.

Snowflakes were beginning to fall outside, flurries catching in the light of the streetlamps. The music in the bar had quieted down, replaced by the sounds of the Manhattan DA's office trading stories and looking for any opportunity to climb the corporate ladder.

Your attention, however, was caught by Liz. Typically bold and brash, she seemed to hang on the periphery of the crowd tonight, sandwiched next to Lena. She said very little.

"Don't beat yourself up, you should be proud of the way you handled Branch."

You turned to face the woman, whom you learned was named Alex.

"How do you do it?"

"What, deal with him? Lots of Ibuprofen. He's that way with everyone."

"No," you paused, gesturing to the crowd with a loose straw you picked up off the table. "All of this. This whole ecosystem. It'd drive me nuts."

"The type of people who get to this level fought to get here, fought for nights like this. It's why we put up with law school, all those pro bono service hours..." she trailed off. Alex picked at her salad. "Liz isn't any different."

"She can turn it off, though."

Alex's brow furrowed.

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm only used to the Liz Donnelly who breaks down the door to my office whenever she catches wind that my position on a case differs from hers."

You grinned, thinking about how her short, blonde locks bounced whenever she was marching around the brownstone in a tizzy over something that happened at work earlier in the day. It occurred to you that the cause of those occasional outbursts must've been the woman sat across from you.

"I'm glad she's found someone," Alex said softly. "For all the shit she gives me, I've heard she's had it rough in this business."

"What lawyer doesn't, besides the ones that scoot by on family ties?"

Alex bit at her bottom lip.

"I assume the past 30 or so years haven't been the kindest to women, let alone those that... go against the grain."

---

"Yo, you catch the babe in the dress over there? Heard she's the one 'doin' a Donnelly' now," the paralegal snorted. He adjusted his quarter zip with a swell of pride as the other young men around him laughed.

Something in the pit of Liz's stomach turned at the phrase that still circulated around the halls of the DA's office.

She feigned interest in whatever Lena was rattling on about next to her. Gardening, her English bulldog Petunia, the new developmental milestone her grandson had hit a startlingly early age. Take your pick. None of it mattered.

"What's a chick like that doing with Donnelly? There's gotta be a good 20 year difference between them, at least," another one chided. "In it for the cash?"

"God, you couldn't pay me to deal with all that feminist, liberal bullshit."

"I think you're safe, man. Everyone knows that cougar's not coming after you," the other snickered.

Liz snapped her head around. Lena paused.

"Elizabeth?"

"Have a good night, Lena. I have to go make a call."

Liz slipped through the crowd towards you, leaving the judge confused, but altogether indifferent.

---

The ride back to the brownstone was unusually silent.

Typically, the drive back from one of her work events consisted of Liz recounting how "that motherfucker was saying an awful lot for a man who cheats on his wife with his clerk", or how "that public defender at the bar is the one I told you about who keeps getting hit by her repeat offenders". They were boisterous little getaways from reality that you loved sharing with her, thankful for a glimpse into what her world really held.

Not so much this time.

Liz's arm was limp around your shoulder, and as you studied her face, you noticed her wide brown eyes preoccupied with watching the moon from outside the town car.

It hung high above the city, fat and pale.

Snow crunched underneath the tires.

You squeezed her hand.

She gave you a half-smile, a million miles away.

---

Once inside, Liz flicked the lock on the door, took off her coat, and retreated into the depths of the hallway that led to her home office.

Your eyebrows rose.

Although there hadn't been any fighting you'd witnessed break out at the bar, something must've transpired. It was unlike Liz not to be pressing you into the wall, eager to shuck your dress off as soon as you both made it back. Stranger still, the attorney was rarely one of few words.

Badgering her to open up didn't strike you as a method that'd be successful. Years of learning how to maneuver through conversations with resistant patients throughout medical school and, more recently, residency had taught you better. Elizabeth Donnelly would be yet another test to your bedside manner, you thought as you padded up the stairs.

So be it.

When you reached Liz's bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom, collecting some of the tea candles you'd brought over a few weeks earlier. Soon, they littered the surfaces of the end tables on either side of the prosecutor's bed and along the ledge next to the tub. After lighting each of them, you rifled through the drawer she had started letting you keep your clothes in.

You searched with the aid of the wavering flames of the tea lights until you felt terrycloth slide through your fingers. Your bathrobe. Liz would have a black silk one somewhere in her closet, which proved easier to find in the dim light than you thought it would.

Off came your dress. You missed the feeling of Liz pressing up against your back, her breath heavy against the back of your neck as you heard your zipper come undone. As you discarded your bra on the floor along with your panties, you felt yourself ache for the way she'd slide her hands around your back to cup and massage your breasts.

You steeled yourself.

No matter how much you missed her touch, you wouldn't be feeling it until Liz crossed whatever bridge she was stuck on.

You folded her robe neatly at the end of the bed, and headed into the bathroom to draw a bath.

---

Liz sat in front of her computer, scrolling aimlessly through a redlined document that wouldn't matter until the following week. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs, watching the words slide off the screen.

Anything to keep her mind off the feeling in the pit of her stomach would be a welcomed distraction, even if it meant numbing herself to her surroundings.

The ghosts of the voices from the douchebags at the bar whispered at the edges of her consciousness. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.

"Honey?"

Liz opened her eyes. The words on the screen blurred together into a tangle of symbols.

You reached over, thumb swiping at the power button on the monitor.

Liz felt her office chair spin.

She looked up at you, mascara and eyeliner smudged. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Come on," you said softly, gently taking hold of her hands. "Let's get you upstairs."

"I'm not in the mood tonight, sweetheart, I'm sorry..." she trailed off. Her voice was hollow. Worry grew in the back of your mind when you noticed she couldn't hold your gaze.

"I know. I'm not expecting anything. I think you need to wash up. It's getting pretty late," you said slowly.

Liz withdrew a hand to wipe at her eye, nodding.

---

You led her upstairs, grounding yourself mentally once more when she was quiet at the sight of the candles.

Wordlessly, you handed her the silk robe, and began easing her arms out of her blazer. You could tell she was confused, but she didn't resist.

"Thank you," Liz muttered.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She shuddered.

Confidence growing, you pressed your palms against her shoulders, and walked her into the bathroom where the tub waited.

"You're an angel, really," she sighed. "I don't know why you put up with someone like me."

That was it.

"Someone like you?" you played along, watching closely as she slid into the warm water with you. You moved to sit behind her. Had she been herself, you knew she'd fight you on that, but here and now she allowed you to wrap yourself around her back and pull her into your arms as you shifted up against the wall of the tub.

She sniffled.

You ran a warm, wet hand through her hair. Liz leaned into your touch.

"Someone my age."

"When has that ever been something I said I didn't care for?" you asked without any edge to your voice. You pressed your thumbs into the muscles that lined her shoulder blades now, massaging at the tension you felt rippling under her skin.

"Doesn't mean you couldn't be thinking it."

You laid your forehead against the back of her head.

"Liz, you're better with words than I am. I know there's nothing I can say to prove to you that I really don't care about that."

She hummed as you rolled your hands over her shoulders.

"Well, your tactfulness is proving exactly why they all loved you tonight."

"You know how honored it makes me feel that Arthur Branch likes me, my entire night hinged on winning him over," you teased.

Liz's body trembled slightly in your arms as she laughed at this.

"He's a jackass, Liz. I don't care if he or the judge thinks I'm too young."

"I know," she said, her voice quieting again. "It's just that...seeing you light up the room does make me wonder."

Instead of responding, you leaned down to press a kiss to either of her shoulders, allowing her space to finally speak her thoughts.

"There was a group of boys eyeing you up while I was talking to Lena."

"A group of twentysomething year-old Vineyard Vines proto-lawyers, wow. Just about the only thing more enticing than talking to Branch," you snorted. You could tell Liz smiled to herself at that.

"We have those types at the hospital. It's funny, there's a lot of crossover between your world and mine. Well, in terms of the undesirables."

"That why you're not with some other hotshot young doctor?"

She stiffened. You planted featherlight kisses across her jaw.

"I like my food well-seasoned, so to speak. And female, at that."

"You like your food 'female'?" Liz snickered. She still kept her eyes shut. You could tell that although a few bricks had been removed, the wall she built around herself still remained.

"Hey, I told you you're the one who's good with words here," you giggled. "But I know a better way to show you what I mean."

---

You led Liz, legs hot and leaden with exhaustion, to the bed.

Knowing that she wouldn't cooperate with being pushed onto her back, even in the state she was in, you patted the edge of the bed.

She acquiesed.

You leaned down, cupping her cheek. Her lips met yours hesitantly. You pressed deeper, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before you dropped to your knees.

Liz's breathing grew heavier. You trailed kisses down her chest, stopping to pop one of her nipples into your mouth. She moaned at this. Soon, her fingers wound their way into your hair. You move to suckle at the other nipple, watching as she pivoted to help ease it into your mouth.

"Mmmph..." you groaned, mouth full of her.

She kissed at your forehead.

With a wet pop, you released her nipple from your mouth, trails of saliva dribbling down her chest and your chin as you continued your way down, peppering her body with open-mouthed smooches. Feeling her shudder and groan caused the ache that throbbed between your legs to grow.

"Goddamn," Liz swore from up above you as you began lapping at the wetness you were glad to find between her legs like a kitten before a warm bowl of milk. You moved to let her drench your face, never able to get as close as you wanted to be to her. Your nose rubbed at her clit, which in turn led her to tighten her grip on the back of her head.

You looked up between her folds to find her staring down at you fondly behind heavily lidded eyes.

Getting closer.

Not looking away, you moved to wrap your lips around her clit, tongue stroking along the length of it.

"That's it, sweetheart," she panted now.

You tongued and sucked at her eagerly, pressing into the hips she began to roll against your face, until you felt her body freeze as her orgasm rippled over her. You moaned, moving to lap up as much of her as you could.

Rising to your feet, you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled.

"Well-seasoned, told you," you teased, chest rising and falling.

Something shifted in her gaze, and the attorney tilted her head towards the bed.

"Lay back."

You listened.

Soon, you fixed your eyes to the ceiling, head comfortable on the pillow you knew she preferred sleeping on. The waning flames from the candles danced along the walls, the smell of sandalwood and lavender from the tub still heavy in the air.

She nudged between your legs, moving to climb atop you.

A wave of anxiety floated across your mind, almost as if you were making love for the first time all over again. It was something in the way she regarded you. Tenderly, hesitantly. So unlike what people knew her to be.

You steadied your breathing as she leaned down to kiss you. Surprisingly, her tongue slid readily into your mouth. You felt her begin to stroke at your nipples. You reached up, pulling her head closer to you to deepen the kiss, your thirst for her mouth all over yours something she hadn't quenched.

She pulled back, smiling at your sounds of protest.

"Greedy," Liz teased.

"I can't help it," you groaned from beneath her. "I want more of you. All of you."

One of her fingers busied itself between your folds now.

"All of me?" she countered. "You don't want some young gun bedding you?"

At this, she slid it inside of you, slowly beginning to pump. For as much as you were trying, you felt your grasp on what remained of your patience slip.

"Lizzie, come on..."

"And what?"

You groaned, feet running up and down the sheets. Her movements were maddeningly slow, never quite full enough, deep enough. She knew this.

"Fuck me. Hard. Claim me like I know you want to," you panted.

Liz shifted.

You gasped as you felt her lift your legs up onto her shoulders. It was nothing, though, like the way your brain spiraled like the suds around the drain when you felt her run the tip of her strap along the edge of your hole.

Liz leaned forward, pinning her hands to your wrists and pressing them into the mattress. She bucked her hips forward, and a moan escaped your lips as she filled you.

The attorney thrust in and out of you with a ferocity you hadn't felt from her yet, let alone from anyone, despite how hot-blooded she had been with you in the past. Not allowing either of you a chance to catch your breath, hers came in hot, ragged puffs over your face. You couldn't break away from her gaze, which poured over you with an intensity edged with a certain sense of resolve.

She needed this. Needed to know you were hers to hold, hers to bed.

With each stroke, she nailed at that spot inside you that melted your brain, deep and heavy. There'd surely be bruises in the morning, but you weren't able to think that far ahead anymore.

"I'm the only one..." she huffed, "the only one who gets to do this to you."

Your heart thumped between your ribs, threatening to snap them apart and claw its way out of your open chest.

"Say it."

You could barely hear her above you.

"Say it for me, darling," Liz repeated, appearing to be riding close to her own orgasm as well, no doubt from the way the base of her strap was rubbing against her.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Blood thumped in your ears.

"Fuck...please, mommy...please...Iet me cum..."

Your heart dropped as you felt her studder in her motions. Eyes snapping open, you realized those words you whined weren't kept within the confines of your own head.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry, I-"

Something behind Liz's eyes darkened.

She covered your body with hers, tongue cutting you off as she roughly bucked once, twice, three more times to send you both careening into the waves of pleasure that erupted across each of you. She bit at your lip hard, drawing blood. You groaned. Hands groped across sweaty expanses of flesh, unable to grasp enough.

When you finally parted, the fog had cleared.

The prosecutor's shoulders were set firmly. Though her chest still rose and fell, the look in her eyes was wholly her again, albeit with a certain eagerness blooming within their depths.

"Don't apologize for that. Ever."

A weary grin spread across your face.

Relief, sweet relief.

Your heart bounded happily. She picked up one of your hands, kissing each knuckle.

"Satisfied?" you asked, shifting to slide beneath the sheets.

She patted your thigh.

"More than you know."

[yns-world]

always & forever

part i of the euphoria au!outer banks series

part ii part iii part iv

title: always & forever

pairing: euphoria au!rafe cameron x reader

warnings: toxic relationship, mention of toxic family, murder, obsession, rafe cameron as his own warning, ooc rafe

a/n: this was inspired by this playlist. i highly recommend listening to it while reading <3

fem reader, race not mentioned, size not mentioned

italics = Rue narrating

normal text = scenes of their relationship

Ah, Rafe and Y/N. The token toxic couple at East Highland High School. Their relationship had a different dynamic than Nate’s and Maddy’s. Nate and Maddy don’t know how to leave each other alone, but Rafe and Y/N simply won’t let each other go. Rafe and Y/N would rather burn each other alive than to ever leave each other. 

These two started dating at the beginning of junior year, when Rafe first moved here. Some say it was love at first sight, others say it was because crazy recognized crazy. 

Rafe took a step into the main entrance, unconsciously chewing on his thumb out of nervousness. The noise, the stares, the people-- it was all too much. But just as he was about to ditch, he locked with a certain pair of eyes. They were so calm, so warm. They beckoned him, and he felt himself walking towards her. 

“You new here?” She asked, her voice light. But Rafe was still too nervous to speak, he could only nod. “You’re so cute when you bite your thumb.” The girl pinched Rafe’s cheeks and chuckled. 

Their relationship was a heavy one, with obsession on both ends. In just a few weeks, Rafe became notorious for his anger outbursts and nobody could stand to be around him-- nobody except Y/N. 

As part of their nightly routine, Rafe crawled through Y/N’s window and curled up in her lap. They stayed like that for hours. Some nights they’d talk, but on nights like these, they were silent, trying to recuperate from their own lives.

As Y/N stroked Rafe’s hair, she thought about just how similar he looked like a puppy. He was just one big, hurt puppy.

But not everything was sunshine and rainbows in Rafe and Y/N’s world, they both were deeply flawed. Rafe was extremely possessive and controlling, and given Y/N’s past with her controlling family, she couldn’t stand it. 

And then there was Y/N’s constant changing moods and her fleeting attention. She was always looking for something new-- that’s what attracted her to Rafe in the first place-- so you can only imagine how hard it must be for Rafe to keep her attention and love when she’s always looking elsewhere. 

These two were always taking “breaks” but were never on and off like how Nate and Maddy were; their possessiveness would never allow them to give them that much room. 

But I guess their jagged flaws are what allowed them to piece together so perfectly. 

In the week of Nate’s and Maddy’s break up, those two were doing everything in their power to ignore each other. Meanwhile, as Y/N walked past Nate in the hallway, Rafe was desperately jogging after her.

“Y/N! Y/N, please!” Rafe pushed through the crowd and latched onto her arm. With his tall build, he could easily overpower Y/N but a single stare from her was enough to check him.

Rafe ignored her stare and pulled her into the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind them.

“Y/N, I can’t do this. I can’t be away from you.” Her face was as cold as stone, her eyes unmoving. Rafe always preferred Y/N when she was angry-- she would hit his chest, scream until her throat was sore, but he could always reel her in and calm her down in his arms. 

When she was angry, it was because she cared. 

But he couldn’t stand her silence. There was nothing he could do when she had no reaction. 

Rafe broke down, grabbing onto her shoulders and sobbing. 

"I need you, I can't live without you. You're the only one who gets me. You're the only person who sees me."

Rafe cups Y/N’s face and leans down until his lips are centimeters from hers. 

“I could never let you go.”

He sealed his promise with a kiss that sucked all the air from her lungs. 

In some ways, Rafe was worse than Nate. Nate might’ve been crazy, but Rafe was crazier; Rafe had nothing to lose except Y/N. 

Nobody has proof that Rafe is a killer, but it was pretty coincidental that the same QB that Y/N was flirting with had died the next week. 

On the day that the beloved QB was pronounced dead over the school speakers, Y/N and Rafe were walking through the halls, hand-in-hand, as if nothing could ever bring them down. To pour salt in the wound, Rafe had publicly gifted her a bouquet of primroses, a unique and uncommon choice of flowers. But these were one of Y/N’s favorite flowers because of their meaning. Primroses meant devotion and everlasting love; they meant that one could not live without their other half. 

A warm smile lit up Y/N’s face.

“You’re so sweet, Rafey.” She gave him a peck on the lips. 

“That’s not all.” Rafe dug in his pocket and retrieved a black velvet case, revealing a sapphire teardrop pendant necklace. 

Her excitement meant the world to him, it was all he lived for. It was all he cared about. He could never let anyone come between him and Y/N; they had something eternal, something that no one else could possibly comprehend. 

Nate was capable of killing Maddy, but Y/N was capable of killing Rafe— for his heart was in her hands. He would let her kill him again and again, and he wouldn’t say a word. In fact, he enjoyed every time she went out of her way to ruin him. It was just another opportunity to prove his love, to prove his devotion. 

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[pursuedbyamemoryy]

hiii !! could u write something about reader comforting charlie after the punishment? if u don't feel comfortable w it its totally fine its just that i always thought in the movie it was so sad that he was crying and all alone pretending hes okay :(

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ salty tears and warm embraces 🧸

warnings : gn!reader, mentions of the punishment

author’s note : tysm for the request anon, i apologize for taking so long to get this post out!! i feel like i’m not the greatest at writing comfort but i tried my best 😭 <3

you paced in neil and todd’s dorm, waiting for charlie’s return with the rest of his and your friends. everyone else was sitting around on either the floor or one of the beds, and there was a tension in the air.

“i’m sure he’ll be fine, sit down for a minute.” neil said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. your pacing was making everyone even more nervous than necessary.

“he could be expelled neil!” you practically shout. you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. “sorry, sorry, i don’t mean to yell. i’m just nervous for him is all.” you apologized for your almost outburst, and gave everyone a weak smile as you continued to pace.

charlie had been sent to mr. nolan’s office, no doubt to be punished for the stunt he pulled with the schools newspaper. you couldn’t deny that it was a dumb thing to do, and some punishment may have been deserved. however you knew the way mr nolan handled discipline, and you hated the thought of charlie going through it. especially alone.

the room went quiet again and you heard footsteps and the voice of mr. nolan down the hall. one pair of footsteps faded and the other grew louder, and you and your friends quickly made it to the door, opening it to see charlie walking back to his dorm.

his head was down and he was walking with a slight limp, which made you frown. you pushed your way through the small crowd, quickly making your way to charlie.

“are you alright?” you said, clearly worried as he made his way to his dorm door.

“you kicked out?” neil asked softly.

he ignored your question and only answered neil. “no.” charlie replied through quiet sniffles.

“so what happened?”

charlie stopped in the doorway of his room, still refusing to look his friends in the eye. “i’m to turn everybody in, apologize to the school, and all will be forgiven.”

everybody’s breath hitched slightly, and you pushed your way through everyone, following charlie into his dorm.

you closed the door behind you, and charlie stood with his back facing you. his shoulders shook with quiet sobs. you slowly made your way over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. you felt him tense underneath your touch.

"charlie..." you spoke quietly.

"i'm sorry." he said through quiet sobs. he hated crying, you knew this. “i… shit.” he sighed, frantically wiping away tears.

“i didn’t mean for this to turn into a whole big deal. i didn’t want to get anyone else in trouble.” he said through quiet hiccups.

you gently held his chin and tried to get him to look at you. he turned slowly, making eye contact for a moment before looking at the floor between you. his eyes were red and his cheeks were tear stained.

you cupped just face gently, carefully wiping away his tears. “it’s okay, charlie. yes, you made a mistake, but we’ll figure it out.” you speak softly, your eyes wandering across his teary face. “we always do.”

“you’re not mad?” he asked quietly, finally looking at you instead of the floor. his tears said a lot about how he was feeling, but so did his eyes. they were swimming with heavy emotions. ones of anger, shame, regret, embarrassment, and other complex feelings you couldn’t even begin to describe or imagine yourself.

“a little bit, but i’ll get over it. right now the only thing i care about is whether you’re okay or not. and if not, what i can do to change that.” you smiled, making sure he knew that you weren’t totally upset at him.

he nodded slowly, still looking up at you. “thank you. i love you” he breathed out, letting out a quiet sob as he moved to hug you. he rested his head in the crook of your neck, his tears making your skin damp. you ran your hand gently up and down his spine, whispering comforting words into his ear.

to see him so vulnerable, so upset, was rare, and it broke your heart. you’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure he was happy. sure he made a dumb mistake, but he was a teenage boy, it was to be expected. it’s not like he set the school on fire, although mr. nolan make it seem as such.

he gradually started to calm down. his breathing slowed back to a normal pace, and his sniffles became less frequent. however, he stayed on your arms, and you held him tightly.

“i love you too” you whispered back, placing a kiss to his temple.

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 3

“U-Um, why the heck are you all here?” A girl with shoulder-length brown hair and expressive brown eyes questioned as she swung open the classroom door.

More than 50 students were standing in front of our classroom, their voices blending into a chaotic hum. As their gazes swept over the room, I could tell they weren’t here because of anyone else—but because of me. Amethyst. The students of Class 1A of the Department of Superheroes had been in the public eye since the attack on UA, but this felt different.

“They want to check us out,” the blonde guy with a patience level as thin as a thread—Bakugo—stepped in front of the girl, his voice sharp and biting. “What you’re doing here is completely pointless, so move it, extras!”

His outburst caused a ripple of murmurs among the crowd. The energy around us buzzed with tension. Meanwhile, I, being relatively new to Class 1A and not present during the attack, just wanted to get through the day without drawing attention. I clutched my backpack, trying to slip past unnoticed. But as I neared the door, a guy with messy purple hair blocked my path.

“I wanted to be in the Hero Course, but like many others here, I was forced to choose a different path,” he said, arms crossed, his expression serious. “But you show up out of nowhere. Is it because of your old man?”

My stomach twisted as his eyes bore into mine. He’d figured it out. I had hoped to keep a low profile, at least for a little while, but it was clear now that hiding wasn’t going to be an option. The fact that he connected me to Endeavor right off the bat made my skin crawl. My resemblance to Shoto must’ve been enough of a clue for him.

I tried to keep my expression neutral, but a flash of annoyance crossed my mind. What gave him the right to call me out like this? Still, I maintained eye contact, silently willing him to drop it and not make things worse.

The guy smirked, “No way, you’re her. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a former Pro-Hero at our school—Amethyst.”

My heart skipped a beat. My superhero past wasn’t something I planned on sharing so soon, especially not like this. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire, students glancing at me, some curious, others jealous. Even my new classmates in 1A started to murmur. I could feel their eyes on me, judging, analyzing.

I hated it. I didn’t want to be Amethyst here. I just wanted to be Y/N.

His grin widened as if he enjoyed the attention. “I’ll explain what can happen during the UA Festival. Teachers can transfer you to the Hero Course if they think you’re good enough—provided there’s room. You’ve seen it before. This place turns heroes into nobodies real fast.”

I stood my ground, glaring at him. His words felt like a threat, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of rattling me. Before I could respond, Bakugo barged forward, his spiky blond hair catching the light as he shoved past me, radiating arrogance.

“These people don’t matter,” Bakugo growled, his eyes burning with intensity. “The only thing that’s important is that I beat them.”

With that, he shouldered his way through the crowd, his cocky confidence putting everyone on edge. His declaration was as clear as day: Class 1A wasn’t here to be friends. They were here to win.

_________

The crowd dispersed slowly after Bakugo’s outburst, but I remained frozen for a moment, tension coiling in my chest. My superhero days felt like a lifetime ago, yet here I was, thrown back into the spotlight I had tried to escape. My brother, Shoto, barely acknowledged me, and now everyone else was looking at me like I was some kind of prize to be taken down.

I bolted from the crowd, heading for a dark, empty corridor, my pulse racing. UA wasn’t supposed to be like this. I thought I could start fresh. But now, it seemed like every student here was waiting for me to fail—or worse, to outshine them.

As I leaned against the cool stone wall, trying to calm my breathing, a cheerful voice cut through my thoughts.

“Hey there!” A guy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair appeared in front of me, startling me. “I saw you take off. Everything okay?”

I straightened up, arms crossing over my chest in a defensive stance. “If you’re looking for an autograph, you’re out of luck,” I snapped.

He laughed, a carefree sound that felt out of place in my current state of mind. “Not today, but maybe another time,” he said with a playful grin. “I’m Denki Kaminari. How about you join us for lunch?”

“Us?”

_________

Denki led me to the cafeteria, where a group of students were gathered around a table. “This is Mina Ashido,” he introduced, pointing to a girl with bright pink skin who waved at me enthusiastically. “And over there is Eijiro Kirishima,” he added, motioning to a solidly built guy with red hair.

“And I’m Hanta Sero,” another student chimed in with a relaxed smile.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure how to respond. They all seemed friendly enough, but I didn’t know if I was ready to join a group. Before I could decide, a boy with green hair stepped forward, practically vibrating with excitement.

“That’s Amethyst—” he started, but I shot him a look. He corrected himself quickly, “I mean Y/N, Y/N Todoroki. Her quirk is called ‘Ice Flames.’ She can release icy lilac flames that freeze things on contact.”

His enthusiastic description of my quirk made me tense up. I didn’t want my powers to be the topic of conversation.

Mina stepped in, sensing my discomfort. “Chill out, Izuku,” she teased, gently pushing him back. “Let’s not overwhelm her.”

Ochako Uraraka joined us, her smile warm and welcoming. “Don’t worry, he’s just a huge superhero nerd. But it’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

I shifted uneasily, feeling the weight of their attention. It was the opposite of what I wanted. My eyes drifted across the room, landing on Shoto. He sat alone, his face impassive as he ate, clearly wanting to be left alone.

Mina noticed my gaze and offered a soft smile. “He’s like that. Give him time.”

__________

As I sat down with Denki, Mina, Eijiro, and Sero, I couldn’t help but notice the lingering stares from the other students in the cafeteria. It was as if a neon sign was hanging over my head, announcing, “Look! It’s Amethyst!” Even though I was no longer a Pro-Hero, that part of my identity clung to me like an unwanted shadow.

I tried to focus on the chatter around me. Mina was enthusiastically talking about the upcoming UA Sports Festival, while Eijiro and Sero chimed in with their own strategies. Despite their light-heartedness, I could feel the tension in the air. Everyone was gearing up for competition.

“Y/N, are you planning on competing in the Sports Festival?” Denki suddenly asked, leaning in toward me. His easygoing smile took the edge off the question, but I knew everyone was waiting for my answer.

My fingers tightened around the edge of my tray. The thought of stepping into the spotlight again made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not here. Not now.

“I… haven’t decided yet,” I replied, trying to keep my voice even.

Denki raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “With a quirk like yours, you’d be a strong contender. You should go for it.”

I offered him a small, tight-lipped smile, but inside, my mind was spinning. Competing in the Sports Festival would only draw more attention to me—and not just from students, but from the pro heroes and the media, too. It was the exact opposite of what I wanted. But Hawks’ words echoed in my mind: “Live a normal life. Blend in.” How was I supposed to blend in when everyone already had me under a microscope?

Before I could dwell on it any longer, I caught sight of Shoto out of the corner of my eye. He stood up, his lunch tray empty, and began to walk toward the exit. Our eyes met briefly, and for a second, I thought he might acknowledge me. But instead, he turned away and disappeared through the door without a word.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Shoto and I hadn’t spoken much since I arrived at UA. There was too much unspoken between us—too much history, too many scars. He had every reason to hate me, I supposed. I’d been part of the Pro-Hero world that he despised for so long, and to top it off, I was Endeavor’s child, just like him. But I wasn’t like my father. Not anymore.

Mina must’ve noticed my mood shift because she leaned over and whispered, “Shoto’s complicated, huh? Don’t worry, though. He’ll come around.”

I nodded half-heartedly, though I wasn’t sure I believed her. Shoto had built walls around himself, and I wasn’t certain if I’d ever be able to break through them.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Students began to gather their things, preparing to head back to class. I stood up along with the others, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

“You wanna walk with us?” Eijiro asked, his sharp teeth flashing in a friendly grin.

“Sure,” I replied, grateful for the offer. Even though I felt like an outsider, there was some comfort in their company.

________

As we made our way down the hall, I couldn’t help but overhear snippets of conversations around us. My name—Amethyst—was on nearly everyone’s lips.

“Did you hear about the new student? She used to be a Pro-Hero…”

“Do you think she’ll join the Hero Course?”

“What if she’s as strong as Todoroki or Bakugo?”

The weight of their expectations pressed down on me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep up this façade.

Later that day, as classes ended and the sun began to set over UA’s sprawling campus, I found myself wandering near the training grounds. The open space, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, reminded me of the days when I’d trained as a Pro-Hero. Those days felt distant now, like a lifetime ago.

My fingers twitched, instinctively summoning a small flicker of lilac flame into my palm. The cold fire danced across my skin, glowing faintly in the dim light. The power was still there, pulsing beneath the surface, but it felt different now. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d changed or because my view of heroism had.

“Training by yourself?”

I whipped around, startled by the voice. It was Aizawa, the homeroom teacher of Class 1A. His usual tired expression was unreadable, his eyes narrowed slightly as he observed me.

“No,” I quickly extinguished the flame and stuffed my hands in my pockets. “Just… thinking.”

He gave a slight nod, his gaze still piercing. “You’ve been through a lot.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Aizawa wasn’t the kind of teacher to hand out sympathy, and I wasn’t looking for any, either.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” he said after a moment. His voice was calm but firm, carrying the weight of experience. “Not your classmates. Not your teachers. Not even to yourself.”

His words struck a chord I didn’t expect. For so long, I’d been trying to live up to this idea of who I was supposed to be—Endeavor’s daughter, a Pro-Hero, a Todoroki. But the truth was, I didn’t know who I wanted to be anymore.

Aizawa glanced up at the sky, his hands stuffed lazily in his pockets. “The UA Sports Festival is coming up. Everyone will be watching, especially the pros. If you decide to compete, make sure it’s for the right reasons. You don’t need to fight anyone else’s battles but your own.”

I stood there in silence, his words sinking in. For once, someone wasn’t pushing me to be something I wasn’t. He was giving me a choice.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, unsure of what else to say.

Aizawa simply nodded again before walking away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As I watched the sun dip below the horizon, a sense of resolve settled in my chest. Maybe I wasn’t ready to make all the decisions right now, but I knew one thing for sure—I was going to stop running. From my past. From the expectations. From everything.

I wasn’t Amethyst anymore.

I was Y/N Todoroki.

And I was going to find out who that was.

__________________________

Klick here for: Amethyst. - Masterlist

[venuslcver]

WITHIN SCHOOL WALLS PT. 2 ⋆

pairing: academicweapon!jj x rival!reader

synopsis: a rivalry between two classmates, jayj and you, seemed to be just a miscommunication.

tw: flirting, banter, profanity, fluff, feminine described character (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

from the moment that jayj stepped onto school grounds, he had been looking for you. peaking his head into multiple rooms within the school— solely looking for you in each of them. ignore the heckling of multiple teachers and the occasional, student.

he didn't really care about the aggressive words being hurled at him. too set on finding you. i mean, he couldn't stop thinking about you ever since the last exchange that occurred, the day before.

seeing the fact that he had failed to locate you within the usual places that you took residence in— he planned on continuing the search. when he heard the bell that signaled the official start of the school day, he let out a huff, realizing that if you were in the school; he would have found you.

though, the problem at hand is, because of the previous distain that you had for him, you had failed to give him your number. leaving him in the dark.

by lunch, jayj had begun to lose hope of seeing you that day. scanning the entire lunch room, just by chance he caught his sights on your figure. setting down your food tray, while giggling at something a girlfriend of yours said.

even if he saw you from behind, unable to see your face. his shameless gawking in the previous years really paid off for jayj. allowing any part of your body able to be identifiable to him. especially that ass of yours.

quick to saunter over to you before he lost you in the crowd of bodies, before slowly, and quietly coming up behind you, "boo!"

"jesus christ!", you said letting out an earsplitting screech, before swiftly turning around and slapping your hands against jj's chest.

murmuring a soft "sorry" and shrugging your shoulders, when you saw the mass of people that turned to face you at your outburst. all while jayj just laughed it off. as he pulled you into a hug as a non-verbal apology, you began giggling along with him.

"did you really have to do that?", you asked imposingly, while pulling away from the sweet hug, freeing up a seat at your lunch table for him.

"no — but then i wouldn't have a reason to hug you"

now flattered at his insinuation, you responded cheeky, "who said you couldn't hug me for no reason?"

and just like that, jayj was in shambles— unable to speak for a moment. which was rare for his know-it-all ass, who always had some type of witty response in rebuttal. a serious, red-tinted pattern, now, engulfed jj's cheeks. whilst just letting out a strained chuckle.

not having a clue of how to respond without sounding like a complete, and utter loser— he changed the subject with haste.

"so — uh when, we last talked... you'know, you never really clarified on when you were available..."

smiling at his lack of subtleness when it came to talking about future romantic plans, you spoke lightly, "well, i mean, i have plans for tonight — howeverrr... i'm completely free tomorrow..."

"...but only if'ya want to," you said, knowing damn well that jayj would practically jump out of his skin at the opportunity to go out with you this soon.

and he did just that, trying to contain his jitteriness, taking a moment to calm down, but not before letting a word of excitement out, "yes!"

"uh — i-i mean yeah, ya, sure"

nodding at him, taking a large bite of your lunch, in an attempt to avoid making him feel back for excitement. which, he did a horrific job of hiding. seeing you laugh a little at his outburst, jayj took the chance to innocently tease you.

"well, damn mama, aren't you hungry?"

quickly swallowing your bite of the food with your eyes about to bug out of your fuck'n head, "mama?", you said absolutely stunned at his new nickname for you. honestly, you looked like a damn stress ball with how much you were spooked. jayj simultaneously, at the same time, registered exactly what came out of his mouth. regret overcoming the whole entirety of jj's cast.

"sorry, yeah sorry, i just meant that you look very hungry, you'know?"

calming down after a mere second, you morphed your face into a half smile with the slightest movement of your head. still, slightly unsure about what he recently just said.

hell, jayj was still confused about who exactly took over his form— to cause him to call you mama. at least this early into getting to really know you. i mean he could've waited until later down the line to cross that boundary.

after a couple brief moments of awkwardness, you offered jayj a bite of your food. which, lead him to practically taking over your whole damn plate of food.

at the moment, he sat beside you, inhaling your food, occasionally giving you a piece of it— settling your phone on the circler-shaped lunch table. sliding it a mere two feet away, to him, letting him type his number into your phone. so, jayj and you could settle the rest of the details of the next night.

[starseungs]

➳ one, two, fall for you. hjs (teaser)

• pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

you'd think that as the secretary of your highschool's student council, the ones in charge of this year's prom, that you would have already had a date for the event way before even announcing the information to the rest of the student body. and you did—just last minute after a very sponteneous decision.

• genre: fluff, humor (romcom), highschool au, student council au, prom season au, friends to lovers — teaser: 1.7k words / actual fic: around 10k+ words

• general warnings: cursing, y/n and jisung has this love-hate relationship as friends and just overall banter, prom season stress (bcs thats a thing)

• note: here's a teaser for my upcoming jisung fic! theres no set release date yet since its not really close to finishing, but i will open the taglist for this if anyone is interested <3 hopefully i get it out next week or so. (also happy birthday to my wife dahlia @comet-falls 🎉 this teaser is for you luv)

ⓒ written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

The continuous footsteps you've become accustomed to for the past few minutes suddenly ceased, bringing a deafening silence to your ears, which echoed throughout the entire desolated hallway. You took a sharp breath at the situation, already dreading the outburst that you had expected would come in three, two, one—

"What do you mean you don't have a prom date yet?" Chaeryeong screeched in disbelief, her hold on the plastic bottle filled with water tightening at your admittance. "You can't go without one! We're literally the first ones to know what's going on with the event; how have you not prepared to ask someone in advance?"

You kept your silence as you watched your friend stand frozen like a statue. Her eyes were opened wide and locked on you as if searching for a valid reason for your small (at least, you would like to think it was small) mistake. It almost creeped you out—her stance was a bit too robotic for your comfort. After giving it a few more seconds, you finally released a heavy sigh, opting to turn your back on her and open the student council room. Chaeryeong rushed to also get in, all the while whining at you for answers to her dilemma. Why it was hers and not yours, you'd rather not think about.

"Yes, yes. I already know what you're going to say," you groaned at her rapid-fire ranting—the speed almost rivaling the council's third-year male representative, Seo Changbin,'s talent for rapping. "It's bad, it's shit, and everything in between," you chanted like it was the Powerpuff Girls formula. Except it was your very own recipe for despair.

"It's required though?" A new voice entered your conversation. You snapped your head towards the sound of the comment only to find the recently mentioned third year sitting oh-so-comfortably at the couches, bulky headphones hanging around his neck as he set his laptop aside. "By the way, sick flow, Chae."

You found your tongue clicking on its own accord due to his unwelcome reminder. Exactly why was having a date to prom mandatory in the first place? Sure, it was already explained during homeroom class that the dance performance was to be graded for PE class, but couldn't you just randomly pick someone from the crowd when the dance occurs? If only you could complain, but it wasn't like the council was the one who mandated it anyway. The board did—all you guys were tasked with doing was making it happen. You were well aware that Chaeryeong was already going with Felix and that Changbin was a third-year student who was only going to be present because of council duties. Granted, you actually could ask him—there wasn't a rule that said first and second years couldn't bring a third-year as a date; however, the pressure of graduating was looming over them, and the school very much preferred that they just focus on studying. And so you made up your mind.

"You know what, if I really need one so bad, then consider it done," you proclaimed while sinking down on the couch, facing away from the room entrance.

"The next person to walk through that door will become my date for prom."

Chaeryeong rolled her eyes at your determined look. "What if they already have a date, huh?" She pointed out, making you deflate immediately.

This is stupid, you cried inside of your head. There was absolutely no way you were the only one left in the council without a date, right? Now what would you do if you were—go beg a classmate or something? How humiliating. Also very hypocritical of you; what if the next person was one of the two other third-years in the council? You had just made a fuss about not asking Changbin because of it, then how could you even ask Chan or Minho?

You'd think that as the secretary of your highschool's student council, the ones in charge of this year's prom, that you would have already had a date for the event way before even announcing the information to the rest of the student body. And yet here you were, on the verge of having a melt down at the mere thought of losing graded marks just because you were what they considered "bitchless". You could only pray to whatever deity is above that the next person to walk in those doors would actually accept your proposal, even if you had nothing grand planned.

So when the three of you heard the faint click which signalled that someone was about to enter the room, you threw your pride aside for now and wasted no more time. Whatever happens, happens—you tried to convince yourself.

"Hey," you called out loud without shame, not even bothering to properly check who it was. After all, it would be useless in the end if they refused. Be bold. Be confident. Be shameless— "Be my date for prom."

"Oh, sure."

You spluttered ungracefully—quickly opening your eyes (which you don't even remember closing) to see exactly which lunatic nonchalantly accepted your invite without an ounce of hesitation or thought. A pop of bright red was the first thing you noticed, the color coming from headphones that sat around the person's neck—a noticeable contrast to the fit white male's uniform top he wore. All of which were details that immediately pointed to one person in the student council.

"Yo, Jisung," Changbin greeted the male, one hand motioning for him to come closer. "I made a new track, mind listening to it?"

Han Jisung.

The council's second-year male representative, who acted more like an assistant communications head because his spiels were always the better ones. Felix, the actual comms head, loves him so much that he's even earned a spot in their division's group chat as an honorary member. Then again, who doesn't like Han Jisung? Everyone in this school and their mother knew of him—a testament to his sheer popularity. No wonder he won by a landslide during the council elections, not even giving his competitors a single vote, setting a new record. If you were asked, Han Jisung to all of you was a star, and you having to create a whole introduction to his entrance should have already spoken for itself.

Your mouth fell open in absolute shock, something Jisung picked up on and rolled his eyes at your reaction. "Close your mouth. Flies are going to get in it."

Oh so he's serious serious? You can't believe it—the Han Jisung himself doesn't have a date yet? Sure, he's no Hyunjin level in terms of popularity in your campus (that guy is royalty around here), but he still had a swarm of, relatively respectful, fangirls who were most likely very much willing to be his partner for prom. So what the hell even happened? It's not like he lost his ridiculous populariry overnight—there was just no way you'd believe that he didn't get a single proposal.

"Hold on, you don't have a prom date yet?" You asked in a somewhat dazed manner, still trying to wrap your head over the turn of events. "You, of all people?"

Jisung scoffs in absolute offense at your seemingly mocking words. "Obviously not," he grumbles like a small gremlin (to which he is in your eyes.) "Why else would I agree? Are you going to make fun of me now?"

You shook your head unsurely. "No, it's just," you exhale heavily, "Just shocking." He gapes at your response.

"What am I to you? A playboy?"

"Something along those lines," you admitted. Not to that extent, of course, but not too far off either. Jisung was a pretty friendly guy—so much that it comes across as suspicious at times. A normal highschool student wouldn't have a fandom for no reason. Most of them being people Jisung showed more than an ounce of kindness and sort of just fallen for the guy. Something you couldn't, and would never relate to, because as someone who knew him beyond formalities (like the rest of the main council), he was simply just Han Jisung. The annoyingly charming brat who seems to be good at everything you throw at him to the point you want to make it a challenge to see him fail once in your life.

Someday, you dreamily wish.

"I'm literally not!" Jisung exclaims, rattled by the revelation. He tries to meet the others eyes to look for their opinion, only to find the other two present members avoiding his gaze. Jisung gasps dramatically. "Do all of you think that?"

"I mean you are pretty popular, Ji. Not in a playboy kind of way, but it won't be too far off," Chaeryeong mumbled lowly, not wanting to feed the fire even more. However Jisung being Jisung melts into the couch with a hard expression.

"Unbelievable. How am I only hearing this now? No wonder I haven't gotten anyone asking to be my prom date!"

Your expression sours at his statement. "Mildly disturbed that the only thing you got from that is the prom part, and not the fact that you're one step away from having a playboy reputation," you sneered in jest.

"Duh? That's because it isn't true?" Jisung brushes off your semi-frozen icicles for words. Glancing at you from the side for a moment, he dares to add: "Besides, you're my date now. So it's no use."

Fuck Han Jisung lives, you repeat ten times in your head. The guy deserves no rights. He's so bitchy for what? And yet you couldn't entirely hate him because at the end of the day, the bastard was (unfortunately) your friend. "Should I be offended?"

"I don't know," he teasingly smirks at you, making your face heat up in annoyance. "Should you be?"

"One day I'll rip that cheeky smile off your face."

"Kindly refrain from using such threatening words in the council room, Y/N," A familiar voice startled everyone—all of which slowly turned towards the door, only to see an exhausted looking Chan, most likely regretting ever running for student council president. "But anyway—what's up guys?"

"Eat shit."

"Jisung!"

You could only watch a single leaf fall from the browning tree outside through the window as chaos ensued once again in the ever so lively student council room.

mastertag 🏷️ | @lhskokoro @starzzns @bookishcalls @comet-falls

[0nemorestranger]

awhile ago i made a post about being inspired to write a fic about chrissy going on tour/a road trip with corroded coffin and a (very actually satanic) eddie munson. it got a lot more traction than i expected, so i decided to start writing it to see how it goes! i have a couple chapters under my belt. i was gonna wait until sunday to post the first one, keeping in line with the whole mockery-of-christianity thing, but i'm so excited and actually proud of this work that i wanted to share it immediately :D preview of the first chapter under the cut as well as a link to the whole chapter on ao3!

(and i'll probably be posting on sundays from here on out)

Not this shit again!

It started at The Hideout, the feeling of vague un-selfness that came with the fog of rank cigarette smoke and cheap weed. Though the crowd was small, there were numerous puddles on the floor. Was it beer? Urine? She’d never been in this kind of bar before; only sat on a stool at the country club while her parents schmoozed with the other insufferable locals. She hadn’t ordered a drink, not even a water. Here she didn’t drink anything either. Not because she wasn’t thirsty – on the contrary; her mouth seemed to get more cottony, more sandy with each song. But it was smarter for her not to drink anything this late at night. Even if she could feel her skin protesting with an excess amount of oil.

Eddie didn’t look at home up there, on what could only loosely be called a stage. He didn’t look at home because he didn’t carry himself any other way than he carried himself at school: loose, loud, looking for a good time. Creating it himself if he couldn’t find one.

This outburst made him look out into the crowd for the first time. He hadn’t even had to look for her: brushing his hair out of his face, their eyes locked right away. Was it the stage lights that caused the glint in his eye to be so pronounced? Whatever it was, there was no second-guessing the cause for the smile spreading across his face. It was big and toothy, taking her back to their first encounter in the woods. “You came.” He slung his guitar over his shoulder just in time to catch her as she raced into his arms. It wasn’t anything near a run, nothing graceful like when she could do a backhand spring and land perfectly in the arms of her cheerleader friends. Nothing like that would ever happen again, but for the first time since her near-death experience something like that was far from her mind, replaced by the warmth of him as his arms enveloped her, the sharper, more concentrated smell of what she’d been inhaling since she stepped into the place. He whispered into her ear. Murmurs about how good she looked, how glad he was that she was up and walking around, how he hoped he’d put on a good show for her. It was so sweet, his breath moving her hair just a bit, the ghosting tickle of it on her cheek. When he screamed again, it made her jump: Fuck you, Ray!

read the rest on ao3!

[ducknotinarow]

[MM Rasey] "Dude - your brother is SO cringey."

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in truth the only down side to in school suspension, well no, that was full of down sides actually as Raphael had slowly started to list them out in his mind. Being stuck in one room all day sucked, having the lady in the office need to track and monitor him anytime he needed to leave the room to so much as go to the bathroom. But worse they weren't even allowed to leave for lunch! Raphael really didn't like that room after away it was too small and cramp. Actually kind of reminded him of being stuck in the sewers and why getting grounded from going to the surface would upset him so much? Whatever he severed his time. And his second one because he had gotten into another fight after but now?

"Freedom!" was all Raphael could claim the second the tip of his shoe touched the titled floor of the school commons. Going in loud as he was known hardly even noticed as other students filled on in along his own group. Some seemed to be getting used to mutants in school others were a bit used to the loud mouth turtle himself and maybe missed when he wasn't hear to interrupt this semi peace.

The mix chatter of all the rest of the students did little to drown out Raphael when he made his statement as loudly as he could. Raph couldn't help how excited he was to finally be back in the commons and not that cramp tiny little room. The cafeteria always had a mixture of odors in the air from the different food smells combining into one such as french fries, hamburgers, sandwiches, sous, pizza and whatever else was being prepared for the day. There was always the slight hint of cleaners as well coming off the tables. But to the loudest turtle of the group? It smelt simply like-

"freedom!" He once again stated as he followed along his brothers, and the rest of the crowd currently got on to their lunch break as the last batch was mulling about working their way back for thier next classes.

Taking his seat once they had grab thier meal choices for the day. Raphael just loving how much noise the commons simply had. The only thing it didn't have was-

"Casey!" Raph next outburst drew far more attetion this time around somehow getting louder as the turtle was aiming to get Casey's attention the second eyes caught the smallest glimpse of black and blue hair cover in the usual red beanie they wore. Hand held up to wave and get Casey's attention in case near yelling their name wasn't enough. To get the job done.

smiling brighter as a faint hint of red hit his face seeing Casey make his way over to join thier table. Raph wasn't even sure who was sitting beside him before he promptly pushed them over to make the space available for Casey to take over now instead. "Okay guys I mean it be cool alright?" Is all he warns before sitting down eagerly waiting Casey's arrival to thier table. We'll this worked out his brothers and April could meet Casey themselves now. He figures as introductions followed so Casey could put some names to faces they had heard a few times themself. Things were going well ideal chit chat of his brothers offering a hello or some short lived topics to ask Casey about.

Here and there Raph would sneak glances towards them and smile when Casey's Grey blue eyes met his gaze. Slightly hating how every time it happened his stomach wanted to flip and his food no longer held the same appeal.

In a good way he couldn't explain but wasn't complaining over.

At least till Leo sudden took all thoer attention suddenly during lunch into a meeting. Raph groaned a little, it made sense to talk about stuff he needed all four of themnin once place for considering they didn't have the same classes and whatever but really? Raphael thought as Leo went on to go on about thing Splinter asked them todo after school was let out.

"This could have been a text" Raphael mumbled under his breath poking at his food with his fork as Leo attempted to hype them up for thier errands. Admitly wasn't as fun as before since they didn't have to sneak around to get stuff they needed so Leo attempt could be appreciated it if he weren't so fucking-

"Dude - your brother is SO cringey."

Raphael couldn't help but snort as he tried his best not to laugh hand covering his beak as Casey spoke the same thought he was having just then and there. No one else seemed to notice so Raph, moved to lean in a bit closer to Casey. Shoulder bumping to theirs.

"Pft yeah I know, 'his is him bein' chill actually." Raphael tosses in as he laughs softly. Ignore how he can feel warmth touching his face from how close he was to Casey. Able to soak on the warmth thar so easily came off them. As he mocked his older brothers expression, silently mouthing along to Leo. Far more exaggerated than Leo was in fact doing. Leaveing him and Casey to laugh to themselves.

Fuck those flips in his stomach were back listening to Casey laugh all he can recall I'd Casey saying he liked when Raphael laughed. Slowly claiming down he let his eyes soft as he just sort of stared at Casey. He really liked Casey's laugh too. Too bad he couldn't fully enjoy the moment when feeling Mikey he think pat him for attetion. "What?" Teaing his gaze from Casey to find Leo staring full unimpressed. Raphael forgot somehow they were all here as well. He simply shrugged his shoulders though.

"What? It's not my fault you're boring Leo." He happily just teases their way

[abimee]

as children, Jayden and Monica lived as neighbors at a seasonal mobile home park deep within the woods off a small northwoods town, blocked in by a wide river, a seemingly abandoned dam system, and an endless expanse of trees. They were poor, and often the other residents were old or had no children, so they only had each other as friends. One summer, a new family moved in with their trailer, and brought along a daughter named Avalon; a quiet and reclusive girl, the friends bonded over all being outcasts at their local elementary school, all being from poor families, and having wide imaginations. When they'd roleplay out by the dam, Avalon would always ask to play ''Wizard Tower'', where she would declare herself a real life wizard with magical powers that could influence the future. The girls all played along, and they passed their quiet summers this way.

Before the 6th grade, Avalon's family eventually scraped enough money to purchase a nearby house in the local unincorporated area just a 5 minute walk from the trailer park home. This, however, placed Avalon on the other side of the district line, and Avalon could no longer enroll in the same school as Monica and Jayden, and instead went to the middle school twenty minutes away from home. Monica wasn't allowed to visit Avalon at her house either, as she had to cross a highway and walk down a dirt backroad to get to it, with her parents fearing that she would be kidnapped if she did so. Avalon was also forbade from going to the trailer home, and so the friend group disappeared overnight, and Monica and Jayden never heard from Avalon again.

In 2005, Jayden and Monica began their first year of highschool in the only major city closest to their trailer homes; the North Woods Union Highschool, which filtered in kids from five separate districts into one organized 8-12 grade curriculum. Jayden and Monica had only grown closer since, and even introduced Monica's girlfriend, Elijah, into the group in the 7th grade. Excited as they were to finally be teenagers, something hung over them far more excitingly; the chance to see Avalon again, and reform the trio's friendship with their newfound freedom.

What they actually found was not at all what they had expected; in just the few years apart, Avalon had changed drastically. No longer was she the reclusive, nerdy, poverty-stricken outcast that had grown her so close to Monica and Jayden: now she hung out with the track star girls, wore expensive makeup that Monica's mother wouldn't even buy, dressed in pearls and scrunchies and even came to school in kitten heels and toting an insulated lunch bag --- she was top grades, a perfect pick for the winter prom queen, already with a learner's permit in her pocket and jumpstarting her path to AP classes. Meanwhile Monica barely scraped by 8th grade with low performance scores, and Jayden was placed in special education for her erratic outbursts and issues with attacking other children for bullying her. They came to school in secondhands and lived off the reduced lunch program, took the forty-minute long bus ride that dropped them off a fifteen minute walk from their house because the route ''goes no closer to that part of the woods'', and the only clubs they wanted to join was the unofficial roleplaying club created by the news team seniors a few years prior. They were different in so many way nows, and when Monica and Jayden attempted to reach out, they found only scorn --- Avalon had fallen into the crowd that often picked on and harassed Jayden for who she was, and when she saw Avalon make quick friends with her bullies she cried on the bus ride home that Avalon was a ''shithead who forgot about us''.

Monica and Jayden thus spent their freshman year trying to forget about Avalon, as best as they could; Monica focused on her full-time job as a line cook apprentice at her father's ex-wife's ex-husband's restaurant, and Jayden tried getting on the digital production team for the school and infiltrating a Sophomore boy's video game tournament while trying to get closer to her long-time crush, an obnoxious and gangly boy named Blair who seemingly knew everyone in the school but chose to stay a loner.

They passed Avalon in the halls, had classes with her, even sometimes sat behind her during school field trips, but their worlds rarely collided. Avalon's friends quickly chose Jayden as their target for more bullying, and Monica was even the pick for a rather nasty few weeks of bullying over being a lesbian, but Avalon kept her gaze onward and away from them, never participating, never noticing, continuing to live on without them, even as they wished so hard to know why.

That is, until one day, when Elijah drove over to Monica's home; she reached in through her bedroom window and asked that Monica get Jayden and bring her to the dam as soon as possible, and that she has to go ahead of them ''so that they dont run away''.

Confused, Monica goes over to Jayden's trailer house, and they head out towards the dam, where they come to the most unexpected scene; Elijah overlooking the dam with Avalon by her side, and her bike down in the river off the shallow shore.

Elijah immediately explains the events; that before she left school, Avalon had stopped her in the parking lot and told her not to take her bike down by the dam or else her chain will snap and she'll careen down into ripcurrent of the river dam. Elijah blew her off as some weirdo, but when she made the trek her chain did just that; she panicked, and remembering Avalon's words, threw herself off to the side before her bike ran down the hill and right into the rip current of the dam. Knowing she wouldn't have listened, Avalon walked from her house to find Elijah laying in the grass, and promptly told her that she has magical powers that she was gifted ever since she was a kid, that allowed her to see and influence the future; she claims she did not make this happen, but simply saw it happen, and since she did not interfere with the events correctly that it was not avoided, and that she was thankful Elijah remembered her words --- for she needs Elijah, and Monica and Jayden as well, to help her to stop an oncoming trouble brewing within their small town, that only Avalon can see coming, and only which they can stop.

[goblarsgist]

QUICK STORY:

Yesterday, Nky Iweka shared a post from a dude who wrote about his village uncle. According to the post, the Uncle, though tiny in size, would never concede to any defeat in a fight. On one occasion, this tiny Uncle continued a fight with an adversary for 3 months everywhere they met, until the other guy (exasperated) brought his family to beg this midget uncle oh! The story was hilarious and got me talking about another such character, whom I knew to be in Ondo town, who would resume a fight (even though he lost the previous day's fight) every morning at 6:00am and did so for 11 days, He would come knocking at the door everyday, until the subjugator, out of exasperation, abandoned his home. Reading these stories and many other stories on the page got me laughing and brought some more strange stories back to my memory. So, here is my quick story:

There is this particular event which I partially witnessed in my days in UNIFE. In those days, the university's sports facility was fairly well equipped and was a place for guys to hang out and work out in the evenings. It is quite unbelievable how much things have deteriorated in Nigerian Universities. University of Ife was quite a model school in the not too distant past. If you went to the indoor sports centre and gym in the evening in those days, you would see quite a lot of budding body builders working through their regimen and it was not uncommon to see girls come to hang out and get an eyeful. Of course, there were also athletes of all sorts doing their thing.

On this particular day, there had apparently been a spat between two guys caused by a girl - this was before I arrived. It seemed the bone of contention was not yet resolved and tempers were still flared. I noticed that one of the contenders was a chiseled bodybuilder whose physical attributes left no one in doubt what his hobby was. This guy was built like a Spanish bull! The other guy was shockingly very slim. He was athletic, but certainly not a bodybuilder. I would say he was probably a track and field athlete of sort - very slender and fit. Apparently, the earlier altercation had been quenched by fellow gym users who got in between them and put a stop to it. This, however, did not stop the insults and back talk that was still going on when I arrived. The bodybuilder was obviously getting the brunt of the verbal onslaught from the slender guy.

Things came to a head at some point, and there were not enough forces or will power to keep them apart anymore. The bodybuilder walked up to the mouthy slender guy and a fresh altercation started. Furious blows started swinging, many of which missed its intended target. The slender guy was surprisingly bold and lithe, managing to avoid a few head-crushing blows and delivering a few of his. The crowd quickly grew, with no one intending to get in between those wicked blows. The bodybuilder swiftly changed tactics, rushed the slender dude, picked him up like a rag doll and slammed him on the floor! Before the slender guy could recover, he was again lifted up and thrown across the floor like an unwanted furniture! How the slender dude survived it, I wouldn't know. Well-meaning people quickly stepped in to stop the fight.

The slender dude got up and tried to charge back into the fight! He kept on struggling to get back at the bodybuilder, as people held him back. Seeing he was not having much success in continuing the fight, he burst out crying. Something struck me about his emotional outburst. He was not crying from hurt or pain. He was crying out of frustration - you could see his eyes were bloodshot and the veins on his neck and frontal lobe were clearly visible. He wanted to fight and could not be contained. He kept on saying; "Stamina ni ija, ....stamina ni ija!....", meaning fighting is all about stamina, ...fighting is all about stamina! Despite every effort, slender dude refused to be placated and even pretended to walk away, only to run around the crowd to get to the bodybuilder!

The fight resumed. Clearly, at this point, guys had decided to let the chips fall where it may. The bodybuilder was taken by surprise, but he quickly recovered. He parried off a few blows and had the slender guy in head lock. For a while, it seemed like the bodybuilder did not know what to do with this hard-headed guy in his clutch. After a little more struggle, bodybuilder using his superior strength, picked up the slender guy and body-slammed him with much more brutality! I thought it was a knockout blow. This slender dude got up again and charged back in. The bodybuilder started throwing haymaker punches intended to take off a person's head. The slender guy avoided most of the punches and seemed to be enjoying the fight. He connected a few of his own. Bodybuilder changed tactics, rushed in and got slender guy in a chokehold, but the slender guy was slippery and lithe.

Everyone just sat back and watched. It was as if there was a consensus to allow things to work itself out. Something incredible started happening - it was as if the bodybuilder started getting tired and the slender guy started enjoying himself more and more. It was then that I remembered what he was saying while crying; "Stamina ni ija, ....stamina ni ija!!..." - that was his song. It was quite unbelievable! The bodybuilder was obviously far more powerful, but no one could have anticipated what was being witnessed. This slender guy was the human equivalent of an African Honey Badger! He simply did not know how to quit. After a while, the bodybuilder, who was not a particularly vocal guy, started vocalising and talking;

"Take this motherf**ker away from me or else I will kill him"

He repeated himself again;

"Take this bastard away from me otherwise, I will kill him"

No one moved a muscle. Sebi nah una wan fight? The slender guy managed to get out of the headlock and then attacked again with kicks and blows. He took up a classic boxing stance, dodging and throwing blows while he kept yelling out to the onlookers;

"E ma da si o! .....E ma da si o!", (Translation: "...don't interfere o!")

At this stage, you could tell the bodybuilder needed a break, whereas this slender guy seemed to be enjoying it more and more, despite the fact that he had received a fair amount of beating. His face was puffed up and his lips were swollen, but his spirit was as eager as when the fight began. The fight continued. Out of exhaustion, the bodybuilder picked up the slender dude and proceeded to throw him to the ground, this time ensuring that he held him to the ground with all his weight. The slender guy just kept punching and throwing at bodybuilder's face from his position on the ground like an MMA fighter. At this point, as if in sheer exasperation, the bodybuilder had the slender dude with his back on the floor (still fighting like hell) and grabbed his neck with his two hands as if to strangle him. I was alarmed! Finally, it seemed the bodybuilder could take no more punches to the face from this mad Honey Badger that was under him, he yelled out to us (onlookers) in a very frustrated tone;

"E stop ija yi nau! Ma kan ọrun bobo yi oh!"

(Translation: Stop this fight or I will break this guy's neck oh")

The plea and desperation in his voice needed no interpretation. He was not kidding! He had clearly had enough. Guys moved in to stop the fight immediately. Both fighters were bleeding on the face. The Slender guy, having taken a lot of pummelling starting crying again;

"E ma da si, ...E ma da si o! Stamina ni ija nau. Stamina ni ija....."

(Translation: Don't interfere, don't interfere! Fighting is all about stamina!)

He was bundled and carried away, sobbing, kicking and screaming.......

"Stamina ni ija, ...stamina ni ija........"

The guy became a legend in Awolowo male hostel!

~Mide Iluyomade 11:27am 08122023

[velliflorwrites]

The First Mother

People liked to say the world had ended long before Niko was born.

Of course, the world hadn’t really ended—in Niko’s opinion, at least, though obviously he’d never seen the world before his birth. Houses were still standing, schools still had classes, mothers still scolded their children fondly. Life went on more or less the same way it did before, as far as Niko could tell.

Niko’s mother liked to say the world hadn’t ended yet.

“The gods can be kind,” she said, “if we pay our dues.”

Niko, at six years old, didn’t understand what she meant by that. At thirteen, he still didn’t, but for different reasons. And anyways, he didn’t like thinking of his mother after she’d died. Apparently his mother hadn’t paid her dues when the illness took her.

There was a small garden near where Niko used to live, and he spent most of his time there when he wasn’t in the crowded orphanage. The garden was overgrown and ugly, stuffed behind two buildings as if to hide it from view, but Niko loved it. It was the only place he felt at home.

One day, though, there was a girl in his garden when he creaked open the gate.

“Why are you in my garden?” he asked, indignation rising. This was his spot, not hers.

The girl turned. She looked a year or two younger than Niko, with big eyes and skinny limbs. She blinked.

“Hello,” she said softly. “I didn't know this was your garden.”

“Well, it is.”

“I only wanted to take care of the plants. Some of them…” She turned back to the garden. Niko noted that parts of it had begun to turn yellow. “They don’t look so good.”

“That's none of your business,” Niko snapped. “And what’s your name, anyways?”

The girl hummed, unbothered by Niko’s outburst. “The Mother Goddess is everyone’s business,” she said. “And my name’s Alice.”

“The—who?”

“The Mother Goddess.” Alice looked at him. “You don’t know her?”

Niko shook his head slowly, anger forgotten. He felt like he’d heard of her, but that was inching too close to thoughts of his mother, so he pushed the idea away. “No.”

“She's the embodiment of Earth, the first mother to all creatures. She’s life.” Alice tilted her head, considering something. “Come with me. I'll show you something.”

Before Niko could protest, Alice had already grabbed his wrist, tugging him forward with a surprisingly strong grip. After winding through several backstreets that had Niko’s head spinning, Alice let go.

“Here,” she said. “Look.”

Niko rubbed his wrist as he looked at the wall in front of them. There was a niche carved into the wall, with a little stone statue sitting inside. The figure was old, worn so smooth by time that Niko couldn’t make out any features besides the vague impression of flowing robes and a peaceful face.

“Um,” he said.

“That's her,” Alice said. She nodded at the statue. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Sure…?” Beautiful was a bit of a stretch, Niko thought.

Alice sighed as if Niko were a child who didn’t understand something valuable. When Niko bristled, Alice simply flapped a hand at him. “I figured,” she said. “You’ll see.”

“See what?”

Alice didn’t answer.

For the next few weeks, Niko saw Alice tending to the garden every now and then, and the yellow and brown spots began to disappear.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Niko asked.

“Doing what?”

“Taking care of the plants, cleaning up, whatever.” Niko gestured at the ground. Even the cans and bottles that had occupied the dirt were gone, as if they’d never been there in the first place.

“Oh. That.” Alice shrugged. “I'm paying my dues, I guess. The Mother Goddess needs us. She can’t do everything, you know.”

She looked up when Niko didn’t respond. “What?”

“...Nothing. Just—sounds like something my mother used to say.”

“Oh. She must’ve been a wise woman.” Maybe something showed in Niko’s face, because Alice didn’t press further. “Well, are you going to just stand there?”

“I—right.” Niko moved into the garden, limbs mechanical, and he squatted down to watch Alice pry two vine clumps apart. One of them was brown on the inside. She produced a pair of rusty shears, chopping the brown part off in one fell swoop. The still-green clump gave a little wriggle as it shrank back.

“Here,” Alice said, putting the brown clump into Niko’s hands. He blinked.

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

Alice shrugged. “It’s dying,” she said, “bit too late to save it.”

“I guess.”

“All we can do now is take care of the part that’s still alive.”

“Hm.”

Niko followed Alice as she moved around the garden, singing some off-key tune and checking over each plant. They waved gently as she touched them. Niko swore he could even see a flower bloom when Alice worked on one plant, and he frowned. The plants didn’t move this much for him. He was lucky if they curled around his fingers briefly, so why did they move for Alice?

“All done,” Alice said eventually. She stood up, brushing at her pants, but that only smeared the dirt more. “I'll be back soon,” she said to a vine, and it wiggled at her as she walked back to the gate, where Niko waited.

“Why do they like you so much?” he asked. “You’ve only been here, what, four times?”

Alice looked down the alleyway that led to the small shrine she’d shown Niko. “They respond in kind to what you give. Paying my dues, remember?” She smiled. “Next time, you try.”

“Hm. Fine.”

Niko stood staring through the gate for a long time after Alice walked away.

When Niko was fifteen, the first of the Storms hit. Clouds had been gathering for the past year, and thunder frequently rolled through the narrow, cobbled streets. Sometimes red lightning flashed, bright and sharp like daggers, and Niko would turn and hurry back to the orphanage. Alice never left, though. Every time he turned to look over his shoulder, even as rain started pouring down, he could see her in the garden until it disappeared from view entirely.

Niko thought he knew storms. He heard stories of towns by the piers getting overwhelmed by terrifying waves, houses carried away in an instant, but his town was more inland. Surely he was safe?

The floods proved him wrong.

The first one struck three months after his fifteenth birthday. He'd gone to bed to the now-familiar sound of rain slamming at his window, so loud that it covered the snores of the other children in the room. By the time he woke up, the town had changed overnight. He peered out the window; a river swept through the streets. Scarlet light glinted off the water like blood as lightning tore through the sky. He was suddenly glad that the garden was uphill; he didn’t think the plants could survive this.

When he opened the door, someone crashed right into him: Felice, one of the older boys.

“What's going on?” he said, stepping aside. He gestured at the crowded hall.

“Flooding.” Kids streamed into the room as Felice waved them in. “The bottom floor’s a lake by now.”

Niko squeezed his way past the crowd to look down from the balcony. Indeed, the water had managed to find its way through the door. The last of the stragglers were climbing the stairs, some throwing fearful glances behind them as water nipped at their heels, and Niko squinted to look through the windows by the door. The rain was stopping. He had half a mind to go check on the garden while no one would notice him missing, but shook his head. With the way the water was hissing and spitting as it touched the door...yeah, no.

The gods can be kind, if we pay our dues. The water was angry. Niko didn’t want to find out what’d happen if he angered the gods any more.

He was about to turn away when he saw a speck out of the corner of his eye—was that...a person outside?

“Sorry,” Niko muttered as he pushed more people out of the way. Then he inhaled sharply.

It was Alice. She was holding her arms out for balance as she trudged through the water. Niko glanced at the flooded downstairs hall again. He looked out the window.

“You’re insane,” he said, and he hurried down the steps and out the door before he could think any further.

The water tingled. Niko grimaced, sloshing towards the tiny figure of Alice in the distance.

“Have you lost your mind?” he shouted over the roaring wind.

Alice didn’t look back. Niko swore and waded faster.

“Alice!” he yelled. “Alice!”

He finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm. “Are you crazy?” he said. “You should be inside!”

Alice tried to shrug him off but Niko only held on tighter. “The garden!” she said, “I can’t just leave it!”

“It's just a garden, Alice! What about you?”

Alice ignored him. She ended up pulling Niko along as she pushed forward. “Alice!”

The water slowly receded as they climbed through the web of alleys, towards the garden. The garden’s iron gate was freezing when Niko touched it. Alice yanked it open and went inside, leaving Niko to stumble in behind her.

The ground was blissfully dry in the garden. It was relatively untouched by the floods and rain, and Niko traced the edge of a leaf as droplets dripped lightly from the tip.

“Niko,” Alice said suddenly, “what happened to your legs?”

Niko looked down. “Ah,” he said, faint. “That's probably not good.”

The skin had turned a grayish color where the water touched him. He reached down, hissing as he rolled up one pant leg, and resolutely avoided Alice’s eyes as her face slowly paled.

“Sit down,” she said, “I'll—sit down. Wait here.”

“Sure,” he said. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Alice disappeared through the gate, and Niko waited as one minute turned into two, turned into three…

By the time Alice returned, Niko had stared at the sky for so long that the clouds were imprinted onto the back of his eyelids. The gate clanged shut behind her as she fell to her knees at Niko’s side. She was clutching the Mother Goddess’s statue in her hand.

“Just stay still,” she said, skimming a hand over the affected areas. “Don’t move.”

She pressed the statue to her forehead, closing her eyes, and murmured something under her breath that Niko couldn’t hear. Something pulsed in the air around him. His skin seemed to grow warmer...and the plants began to move.

A vine curled around his ankle, snaking up his calf as more joined it. Alice stopped him when he tried to tug his leg away.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “the Mother Goddess will help you in kind, as you’ve helped her.”

“But—” But he hadn’t, had he? He couldn't remember doing anything other than…

Alice nodded at the garden. “You’ve paid your dues.”

Slowly the plants began to recede and Niko chanced a look at his legs, which looked...perfectly normal. He let out a breath.

“Thank you,” he said to the plants, now curled on the walls and sprouting from crevices like they always were. One of them waved at him.

Silent, Alice simply watched the sky above. She mouthed something and smiled.

The peace didn’t last. Two weeks later, another Storm hit. And another. And another. Sometimes they were short and fizzled out within hours. Sometimes they plagued the town for weeks. Afterwards, Alice and Niko checked on their garden, finding more and more dying plants every time. Alice pressed her lips together and Niko grimaced.

It was one of these times that they passed someone on the way back.

A man was standing where the sidewalk used to be, looking at a car half sunken into the knee-deep water. Somehow, he didn’t seem bothered by the grayness staining his fingers.

“Hey!” Alice said, waving at the man. “Are you alright?”

The man looked up. “What are you kids doing here?”

Alice didn’t listen to him as she moved closer, grabbing his arm and examining the gray skin. The shade was darker than anything Niko had ever gotten from the water, turning yellowy-green in some places, and Niko shuddered as he looked at his own hands. The water had affected him less and less after the first time. He thought it might have something to do with the garden, or with Alice, or both.

The man yanked his hand away, scowling, and Niko wondered if he could feel the water’s wrath at all.

“Your hands!” Alice said.

“What about them?” The man took a step back from Alice to peer inside his car, as if searching for something. Plastic cups and bags floated inside. Niko could hear the sticky drip, drip of an oily black substance leaking from the car and watched as it oozed on top of the water. The water steamed where it touched. A wave rose up and crashed down on the substance but it didn’t break. It just kept dripping, slowly, and Niko had the sudden thought that it looked dead.

“I can help you,” Alice was saying when Niko looked back at her and the man, “the Mother Goddess will help if you help her—”

“Mother Goddess?” The man snorted. “What’re you talking about?”

“The Mother Goddess,” Alice said, so earnestly that something churned in Niko’s stomach. He started wading closer to both of them. “The first mother, the embodiment of life, the—”

“The gods are dead, kid,” the man said. “The sooner you learn that, the better.”

Niko put a hand on Alice’s shoulder but she shook him off.

“They’re not dead!” she insisted, “the Mother Goddess—”

“Is long gone,” the man said. “The world ended years ago, didn’t you know? It was a long time coming.” He scrubbed a hand through his beard as he regarded Alice. “Listen,” he said, “forget about this gods business. It won’t get you anywhere; there’s nothing anybody can do.” He squinted at the sky, shaking his head. “It’s out of our hands.”

Alice was shaking. Niko grabbed her again, this time dragging her back before she threw herself at the man.

“It’s not out of your hands,” she growled. “Everyone has the power to do their part. Look at this!” She waved at the sky wildly. “You think this just comes out of nowhere? You think this wasn’t because of people just like you doing nothing and watching the world fall apart?”

“Alice—”

“You don’t get it, you—it’s not too late! The world isn’t over yet, it’s not too late if you’d just open your eyes!”

“Alice!”

She was screaming now. Niko yanked her back and steered them both towards the orphanage, while the man stared after them, jaw hanging slack. When he caught Niko looking, his expression flattened and he turned away.

“Alice, what was that?”

Alice clenched her fists and unclenched them, taking several long moments to compose herself again. She didn’t look at Niko.

“I'm sorry,” she said, barely audible. “That wasn’t...directed at you or anything. It’s just—some people, you know, they just don’t understand what they’re doing to the Earth by not doing anything at all.”

Niko stared down at his feet, dripping onto the orphanage floor. There was nobody around; everyone had retreated upstairs once the flooding started up again.

“I sorta get it,” he said. “I mean, the Earth is so big, and he’s only one man.”

I'm only one too, he thought. What can I even do?

“But look at us,” Alice countered. “We’re just kids, aren’t we? We’re still doing what’s gotta be done. That's why the Mother Goddess needs all of us. We’re only human, but together, we can make a difference.”

She looked up. “I guess I never really answered your question, did I? The first few times we met.”

“Huh?”

“I do this because I want to make a difference,“ Alice said. “Because—even without gods, Earth needs us to make that difference. To make those changes.”

She glanced at the doors now securely locked behind them. Over the past year reinforcements had been added to the sides, but water still leaked through. “So that's why,” she said. “Because together, we help. What we do matters.”

She poked Niko in the chest. “That includes you.”

“Yeah.”

She smiled as she reached for the doors again, preparing to trek back to wherever she lived. Niko still didn’t know, and he never asked. “Lots of work to do,” she said as the doors swung shut, “so look forward to it.”

It took a long time. It took almost five years for the Storms to stop, and it would take even longer for the skies to clear, where heavy clouds hung.

In front of a gate tucked away behind two buildings were two people. The gate led to a beautiful little garden, and one might think it was a shame that such a place was hidden away. But maybe that was part of its appeal.

The young man fiddled with a latch on the gate, finally sliding it shut and coming to stand by the other’s side. He looked out at the cobbled streets and narrow alleys, once filled with water and debris, and offered a hand to the woman sitting on the ground.

Alice took the hand, pulling herself up. “I think we should plant some more flowers tomorrow,” she said as they set off. “Oh, and the bushes need to be taken care of…”

Behind them, an old stone statue sat, the figure small enough to fit into a niche carved by the side of the gate. The inside of the niche glinted in the light of the setting sun, making the statue seem to glow faintly green.

Niko grinned as he turned to look at the horizon. “Can’t wait.”

[fushiguroll]

HOW LONG? (finale)

ft. oikawa x f!reader & iwaizumi x f!reader

⇢ part I ; part II

falling in love with oikawa toru was like making that decision to cross the street the last second before the green flashed red. a gamble that was both dangerous and exciting. dangerous because of the possibility of getting caught in the oncoming traffic, but exciting because if you make it, you’ve made it.

you’ve never been too good with dates, but you remember the day oikawa toru made you his. it was 3 pm on the autumn of your freshmen year and little kids were frolicking in the leaves outside your window. the two of you were playing mario kart while waiting for iwaizumi and you had just beaten him for the third time in a row. the best part about beating oikawa had always been his reaction. perhaps it came at no surprise, but oikawa toru had always been a sore loser. you turned around, excited to see his outburst but was surprised at the lack of reaction.

“what? no angry tears this time?” you teased.

he was quiet.

“toru, are you okay?” a quiet oikawa was out of character. “we can play another round. i promise i'll go easy on you.”

“you’re the only one I lose to and can still happy about,” oikawa mumbled.

you looked at him, head cocked to the side. before you knew it, his lips were on yours. a little peck and he pulled away so quickly you hardly registered what had happend.

“oh!” you put your hands up to your lips, that was your first kiss. oikawa toru was your first kiss.

“i’m sorry!” he hid his face in his palms and you couldn’t help but laugh. your best friend, who was usually so charming in front of other girls, all flustered because of a little peck.

“toru, what was that?” your heart was in your mouth. 

“I like you, y/n. I know we’re best friends and all that and I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but I wake up, I think about you. I sleep, I dream of you, I-”

you kissed him in response.

yes, falling in love with oikawa toru was like crossing the street the last second before the lights turned red. it was a gamble you had taken. you had placed your bets on oikawa toru for your fairy-tale ending.

-

words spread like wildfire. by the end of the weekend, everyone at sejioh knew what had happened between you and oikawa. the school’s perfect couple was no more.

the first time you ran into him was outside the seijoh gym thirty minutes before a home game with Karasuno. the two of you stared at each other in silence. you’ve never gone this long without talking to him before.

“I-”

“toru!” he was interrupted. you winced when you see the familiar jersey.

“oh, hi y/n.” she smiled and feigned innocence.

you didn’t know how to react. part of you wanted to give her a piece of your mind, another part just wanted things to go back to before she came into the picture. what was one to do in the face of the ex-boyfriend who cheated on you and the girl he cheated on you with? students were starting to crowd around. how awesome was it that that they had come for a game but ended up witnessing something more exciting?

“hey-” oikawa toru eyed your trembling hand, but was interrupted once again, this time by iwaizumi hajime.

“y/n!” he came running, his spare jersey in hand. he ignored the crowd, oikawa and mai, looking only at you. “sorry I'm late.”

oikawa ignored the wave of stabbing jealousy. so that’s why you were loitering outside the gym, you were waiting for iwaizumi.

“I was trying to find my spare jersey, turned out it was all the way in the back of my locker.”

“what’d I tell you about cleaning it out?”

he smiled sheepishly as you slipped on his jersey. it was big on you, but you looked so cute he couldn’t help but blush a little.

“four looks good on you.”

“thanks.”

“come on, let's go,” he ignored oikawa and glanced at the big number one on mai before turning back to you, his hand on the small of your back. “he might be the captain, but don’t forget who’s the ace,” iwaizumi remarked loudly.

he crowd snickered, throwing mai a look of both pity and disgust before filing into the gym.

you looked up at iwaizumi in surprise, it was uncharacteristic of him to make a statement like this. he usually left bragging to oikawa. he playfully nudged your sides, “how do you like wearing the ace’s jersey?”

you bit your cheeks to keep from laughing when you caught sight of mai’s face. “I like it.”

“good, because it yours and yours only.”

iwaizumi glared at oikawa and mai one last time before disappearing into the gym with you.

“you’re just gonna let him talk to me like that?” mai looked up angrily at oikawa. this was not what she was expecting. sure, she’d “stolen” him from you but why is everyone blaming her? why don’t they blame you for not being able to keep your boyfriend’s eyes from wandering?

oikawa sighed, feeling a wave of annoyance as mai grabbed onto his arms. “toru! did you hear what I said?”

“let’s just go in, I have to focus on the game.”

“whatever,” she walked away and as oikawa watched her retreating back, he laughed bitterly. the number one looked much better on you than her.

-

the healing process was hard, but easier than you thought, probably because the team refused to let you spend a single moment alone. every waking moment at school you were accompanied by at least one of the boys, although most of the time it was just iwaizumi.

you see him around campus. his brown hair still perfectly tousled, his eyes twinkling like always. it was hard to imagine he was the same boy who was desperately begging on your bedroom floor.

you sometimes run into oikawa and mai, unable to keep their hands off each other. the twinge of pain in your heart was expected. after all, how do you throw away someone you thought would be yours for life? sometimes you wonder if you’d made the right decision. oikawa had sounded so sincere that night, maybe you should’ve forgiven him. but as you watched his arms snake around mai’s, pressing a kiss to her cheeks, you knew not taking him back was the best decision you’ve made.

the seijoh team knew oikawa’s “perfect” appearance was all for show. they’ve caught him staring off into nothing. they’ve heard the sniffles and the tears. they’ve seen the wistful stares he threw your way when you continued to visit the team.

most of all, they’ve seen the slight annoyance in his expression whenever mai talked to him, blink and you’d miss it.

no one talks to oikawa anymore outside of practices and games.

sometimes, oikawa dreams of you and wakes up to the nightmarish consequences of his decisions. he stared up at the ceiling, his new lover’s arms around his waist. he looked down at mai’s sleeping figure. this should’ve been the honeymoon stage of a new relationship, but his heart was filled with regret when he thought about how he’s not only lost you, but iwaizumi as well.

“you okay?”

“I'm fine, go back to sleep.”

oikawa wished he could turn back time.

-

months later, oikawa could see you healing. your smiles were genuine, your laughters were loud again.

two weeks ago, oikawa finally broke things off with mai.

“you’re breaking up with me?” she was angry.

“I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“and what?  get back together with your precious y/n?” she sneered, “news flash oikawa toru, you chose me over her and now she’s chosen iwaizumi.”

oikawa glared at her, “that’s just a rumor.”

mai laughed, “you’re pathetic.”

mai looked at oikawa toru, who really do look pathetic since his official breakup with you. he was much more handsome and fun when he was screwing her behind your back. maybe this breakup was for the best, after all, he hadn’t exactly live up to her expectations.

“sure, let’s break up.” she turned on her heels and left before oikawa could respond. now he was truly alone.

-

oikawa toru wasted no time in getting his life back on track. since his breakup, most of his teammates have started to talk to him again. although iwaizumi continued to ignore him, talking to him only out of complete necessity.

as for you, it was hard to reach you. you blocked his number and every single social media platform. it was hard to talk to you alone when iwaizumi was always around you.

Oikawa’s heart was pounding in his chest at the sight of you alone. he could see the surprise in your eyes when he appeared in front of you.

“hey y/n” he was surprised to see you smile, “how are you?”

“I'm fine, oikawa. how are you?” he winced at the use of his last name. he hated the formality that now defined your relationship.

“I'm good, I broke up with mai.”

“oh.” you weren’t sure what to say. he looked you expectantly. did he want you to congratulate him? comfort him? “well, are you okay?”

“I'm fine, I'm more than fine. i was an idiot, y/n and I'm still an idiot. but do you think you can give me another chance? let’s restart, I'll make it up to you.” he held his breath.

“toru, I-,” your phone interrupted your answer. looking down at the display, you excused yourself to answer the call.

“yes? i literally told you. okay, well he said he wanted to talk to me. don’t worry, i'll meet you at the usual place. okay, yes. okay! do I have to say it here?” you spare a quick glance at oikawa. “yes, I love you too! bye!” you whispered.

oikawa felt his heart sink, he couldn’t even bring himself to think there was any truth behind the rumors.

“is that iwa-ch-,” he stopped himself in time, “iwaizumi?”

you looked at him and he realized the way you smile at him was no longer the same.  

“yeah. that was him,” he doesn’t miss the way your eyes twinkled at the thought of his former best friend.

“toru, we’ve had our shot. and I’m not trying to be mean, but what’s done is done. you made your decision when you chose her and now I've made my decision too. I gotta go, I'll see you around.” you turned to walk away before looking back, giving him a little smile of encouragement, “maybe one day we can be friends again. i do miss beating you in games and I know haj misses it too.”

he watched you go, waiting to see if you’ll turn around one last time. when you don’t, oikawa knows that he’s lost you forever.

“I'll do my best to make it up to you two, I promise!” he called out after you, “then we can play Mario kart again!”

you give him a little smile before disappearing into the crowd of students trying to make it to their next class.

this time, oikawa was determined to keep his promise.

-

falling in love with iwaizumi hajime was as natural as breathing.

after what oikawa had done to you, you never thought you’d be able to find love again.

but hajime was there for you every step of the way. patiently stroking your hair as you cried on his shoulder. always making sure you were drinking enough water, eating enough food.

it was 3:35 pm on the spring of your senior year, the two of you sat cross-legged on the floor of your room playing monopoly.

“come on, pay up,” he smirked.

“no!” you cried out, eyeing your stack of money.

Iwaizumi crossed his arms, “pay up or I'll put you in jail.”

“no fair!” you pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes.

hajime stuck his tongue out at you, pleased that for the first time in a long time, he’s finally getting the upper hand in monopoly. you giggled at his childlike behavior and realized how for the past few months, the boy sitting in front of you has occupied all your thoughts. who would’ve thought monopoly would help you to finally come in terms with your feelings?

your heart pounding in your ear, you said, “hey haj, do I really have to pay?”

“that’s what the instructions said,” he smiled, tapping the instruction manual.

“what if I give you another form of payment?”

he eyed you warily, “don’t tell me it’s something stupid.”

“how about instead of my money and properties, I'll give you a kiss?”

iwaizumi stared at you. your heart was pounding in your chest. you could not believe you were being so bold. was it really a good idea to fall in love with your other best friend?

“I'm just kidding! haj, I-”

“y/n, be quiet,” he cut you off before whispering a small, “I'll take this over money any day”.

then he kissed you with so much passion and depth that you realized he must have loved all this time.

“remember what I said about my jersey?” he whispered, “I meant every word. I'm yours and yours only.”

and you believe him.

[kinghairington]

Love Walks In [E.M.]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader Word Count: 1.3k Summary: You run into Eddie Munson at a music store one night and an unexpected flame is ignited. Warning: SFW. This is very fluffy. Includes 2 f-bombs courtesy of our boy and dissing of The Smiths/Morrissey. A/N: There are no mentions of the reader's physical features other than Eddie acknowledging that reader is a woman. Reader is the same age as Eddie. This is set during the summer of '86. Loosely titled after Love Walks In by Van Halen. Masterlist.

One of the best things about summer in Hawkins was that most stores on Main Street stayed open later, meaning you could hang out wherever you wanted after getting off work. Tonight it was the music store. What better time to stock up on some tapes to play in your car than in the summer when you could go on late night drives without a care in the world. 

The music store was the sort that played an entire album before switching to another, usually an upbeat rock album or Wham! to up the energy in the store. But, tonight, someone was clearly in a mood. You had already heard three songs by The Smiths since the moment you stepped inside. The melancholy atmosphere was not exactly the best for shopping, and apparently you weren’t the only customer who felt that way. 

“Yes, there is a murderous desire for making me listen to his whining!” Someone exclaimed, their voice easily heard over the music. 

The volume of the outburst caused you to jerk in surprise before curiosity set in and you glanced around to see who had been brave enough to yell out the insult. Someone could get kicked out of the store for that, you were sure. 

You hadn’t seen Eddie Munson since you graduated high school two years before, but he hadn’t changed much. His hair was a little longer, maybe he was taller, but it was no surprise that he was the one causing a scene. He always knew how to draw a crowd. 

Well, no one else was in the store. 

It was just you, Eddie Munson, and one bored looking employee who undoubtedly was the culprit of the music choice. So not a scene so much as a small incident that passed as quickly as it occurred. 

You laughed anyway, meeting the man’s eyes when he lifted his head from the records he was already back to flipping through. He smiled crookedly at your reaction and took in your appearance. The recognition on his face was almost immediate. 

“Hey!” He called out as he rounded the table and came to stand in front of you, one hand grabbing onto the bottom of his leather jacket and the other going up to his hair. “I know you.” 

Then he pointed at you and tilted his head in thought. 

“Class of 1984.” 

You nodded and smiled politely, planning to go back to your search, but you found yourself speaking up. 

“I know you, too.” 

“You remember me?” His voice was surprisingly bashful.

“It’s hard to forget someone who walked around school like they were the most popular guy but it was kind of the opposite.” 

“Ouch. Do you bite too?” He gasped playfully and placed a hand on his heart. “Do I need to run away?” 

“Everyone knows who you are,” you replied with a shrug. Honestly, you weren’t trying to be mean. That was exactly how you remembered the man in front of you. He was infamous within the halls of Hawkins High. “I never thought you were weird.” 

“Well, thank you. You’d be one of the few.” 

“At least high school is over.” 

Eddie titled his head back and looked to the ceiling, hands clapping together to form a praying motion. “Finally,” he whispered to himself. 

That was right - last you heard, Eddie ended up failing his first and second senior year before graduating in the spring of ‘86. It was a surprise Hawkins High didn’t throw a parade around the entire town to celebrate. 

When he looked down, he assessed the cover of the cassette tape in your hand and hummed in thought. 

“Van Halen? Not bad. I took you for more of a Cyndi Lauper fan,” he said, an amused smirk on his lips. 

“You mean you don’t just want to have fun?” 

“Different definitions of fun, I’m afraid.” 

It was difficult to not smile back at him. There was something extremely contagious about Eddie’s laugh and smile. Always had been.

“She’s pretty cool, but I think we all heard “Time After Time” enough at school dances to want to listen to it on our own.” 

The final chords of “Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others” faded out as the record ended and you glanced at Eddie to gauge his reaction. 

“Thank fuck.” Eddie breathed out the words, shoulders slumping in exaggerated relief and forcing another soft laugh out of you. 

It was quiet for a moment as the store employee changed out the records before the next song began, “How Soon is Now?” playing over the speakers. The volume was cranked up far too loud, but it definitely sent a message for the music critic next to you. 

“I believe this is dedicated to you,” you said around a smug laugh. The hope on his face was quickly replaced by a look of pure disbelief. 

“Oh, fuck off.” He huffed, but there was a pretty quirk to his lips. Playful. 

“It’s not that bad!” 

“Not that bad?” He sputtered dramatically, head shaking like he was possessed by a demon before he sobered and fixed you with a serious look. “You, my friend, need a lesson in real music and I have just the teacher for you.”

Eddie produced a piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans. He unfolded it - you noted that it was folded in perfect fourths as if he’d taken his time to fold it just so - and held it out to you face up. 

“Corroded Coffin, Tuesdays at The Hideout,” you read off the page. There was a drawn image of a guitar shaped coffin with flames and bats around it, the coffin itself the center of the picture. The lettering was bold and jagged like Eddie himself. “Is this a band? Your band, I’m guessing.” 

“Bingo. We play every Tuesday, I play guitar. The crowd isn’t great; we get some newbies sometime. They usually don’t come back, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” 

His expression was expectant, brown eyes impossibly wide and too puppy-ish for someone with his reputation. Childish. Harmless. Cute. 

And you were kind of a sucker for puppies. 

“How can I say no to such a glowing review?” 

The positivity of your response acted as a shot of energy to the man who nodded happily before folding the paper back up and placing it in your free hand. 

“So you don’t forget,” he said quietly, cordially. “You’ll be the first woman at our gig, to be honest with you, if you don’t count the bartender who says we’re too loud. Um, you might want to bring some friends. That’d be cool.” 

“Yeah, sure. I can definitely bring someone.” 

“A boyfriend?” The words came out of his mouth in slow motion, the crease between his eyebrows making you wonder if he meant to let them out.

“No. No boyfriend, but I do have a friend who’s wild for guys in bands.” 

He let that sink in as he jingled the chain attached to his belt loops. The metal links clinked together, jangle jangle jangle, as silence passed between you again. 

“What about you; are you wild for guys in bands?” 

Tilting your head in faux thought, you joked, “I guess Morrissey’s not so bad.” 

“Oh, come on.” 

“I’m kidding.” You laughed, continuing without looking at him. You busied yourself by putting the flyer in your bag. Then you met his gaze. “I’m no groupie, but I get the appeal.”

“Well, who knows. Maybe you’ll come to our show and find the rock god of your dreams.”

He was teasing, the grin on his face frustratingly boyish and charming, and there was no way you could deny that he definitely fit the type of rock guys your friend was constantly fawning over. That fact was at the forefront of your mind as you parted ways after a few more minutes of talking. 

You never would have expected to meet up with Eddie Munson after high school, let alone agree to go see his band play at a rundown bar, but as you left the music store with a few new tapes and a flyer for Corroded Coffin, you made a mental note to tell your friend you had your eye on the lead guitarist of the band.