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lynderman · 2 years

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𝙂𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙐𝙨 (Robin Arellano) Pt.6

Pairing: Robin Arellano x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,648

Date Published: 8/8/22

Tags: Angst, AU, Alternate Universe, Heartbreak, breakups, (past) fluff, eventual Vance Hopper X Reader, time-skips, flashbacks, confessions, fighting.

Description: (This AU Has no grabber what so ever. It's just with the characters. I'm also making them all 16-17 just because it seems better to me lol.)

You and Robin had been dating for quite a while. It all went downhill When he began to get into fights again. A bit later, you get with someone else. How will Robin handle seeing you with someone who isn't him?

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'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴

(𝗦𝘄𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩)

"And then she goes: 'You never know when to quit do you?!'." You said mimicking the girl's voice from earlier. Vance almost choked on his Dr.Pepper right then and there. The two of you had left the school mid way through 6th period and had made it to the go-go mart by the start of 7th. He did show you how to play pinball. Did you beat his high score? Absolutely not. You made it not even a quarter of the way before you lost. Your eye sight really wasn't that good. It didn't help that you forgot to put in your contacts either. Or the fact your glasses were somewhere in Finney's room since last week when the two of you and Donna built a new lego set.

You watched Vance vigorously play the pinball machine. As much as it hurt your ego to admit, he was a lot better than you. But you didn't mind it. You liked the fact that the two of you were equally balanced in skills. And the fact that the two of you had the perfect friendship dynamic going. He was practically the male version of you, and you the female version of him. That may be why he had a crush on you. He'd liked you for a while, but he knew you had a thing for Robin since about 8th grade. When the two of you got together, he decided to sit back and not interfere. But now that you were done for?

He took this as his chance.

Vance liked you because you didn't look at him like he was some monster how everyone else did. You didn't treat him like a delinquent or someone who deserves to be put behind bars. You would check up on him every now and then and wrap his hands. You would hang out with him and spend quality time with him. He liked everything about you. Looks, personality, anything. The one thing he didn't like though? The way you looked at him.

He could tell in your eyes you wished he was Robin.

He could tell you missed him. How you would bring up old memories of the two of you. The way your entire mood changed when you told him a story or just saw Robin walk down the hallway. Or the way you looked like your heart shattered into millions of pieces every time you saw Robin and Paige together. He knew you wished that you were her. You even called him Robin's name a couple of times. You never seemed to notice, but Vance would never say anything to prevent you from being upset.

he often thought about how he had comforted you in the music room when he saw you crying. You had been playing a song you wrote for Robin a while back. You told him that you never got to play it for Him and that made you look like you would start to tear up all over again. Instead, he took your guitar and attempted to play something. God forbid, because he was terrible. He was glad that it made you cheer up and stop crying. The two of you talked in the music room before he offered to walk you home. You gladly excepted as you picked up your satchel. As the two of you walked out, he looked across the hall to see that Robin had been watching from English class the entire time. Vance soon held your hand and turned back to smirk at Robin. It gave him a bit of satisfaction that Robin looked like he wanted to crucify him, but he couldn't because he was in class.

He knew that if Robin apologized, you'd run back to him in a heartbeat. Who's to say that'll happen though? Vance truly just wanted you to be happy. And he knew that would only happen if you were with Robin again. He was satisfied enough with the fact that you weren't bawling your eyes out every-night anymore. Or so he thought.

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"(Y/n)!" You looked up from your chip bag to see Vance staring at you. "Hm?" He rolled his eyes slightly. "I asked if you were doing anything tonight for the 4th time." You felt a bit bad considering you zoned out again with him. You couldn't help it. He reminded you of Robin. Sometimes it was a bit too much for you to handle. So you would unintentionally compare him to Robin in your head and think about everything the two of you did together.

"Oh shit. Yeah, I am." You looked around and saw it was getting a bit darker. "I'm supposed to pick Finney and Donna up to take them to that new roller rink downtown." As you talked, you began to gather your trash and stuff it all into your chip bag. "Do you wanna come with?" You asked. Vance didn't say anything. "C'mon! It'll be fun. That way I don't have to drop them off and spend the night alone in my car. It'll be like-"

"A double date?"

Vance stood up and offered you his hand. You Took it and smiled at him. "Yeah." He chuckled and took your trash to throw away. You felt a bit more excited than earlier. A date? Maybe you were moving on quicker than you thought you would. It made you smile a bit too wide. "I'll meet you there if that's alright." Vance walked back over and was fixing his mullet. "You don't need a ride?" He shook his head. "I live on the opposite side of town. That's too far for you to go from Finney's house to mine, then the rink." "Wow look at you. Vance Hopper being a gentlemen? Who would've thought." You saw him blush before he began to walk ahead of you. As the two of you met at the crosswalk, he waved goodbye before the two of you parted ways.

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When you made it home. You were surprised to see that your mother wasn't home. Her car was here, so where was she? In the kitchen there was a small note on the fridge. It explained that she went on a date with her boyfriend and that the two of you would 'talk about school later'. Bleh. You despised her boyfriend. He was the reason she was never home anymore. They were always out together and doing stuff. And if she was home, they were on the couch watching movies or some shit. You never liked to look him in the face. He reminded you too much of your dad. He looked too much like him too.

You had blown up on him one night. Yelling and screaming about how he was trying to replace him. How he stole your mom and that he was all she cared about anymore. He never said anything. He just sat there while your mom yelled back at you. Asking why you couldn't be happy for her. You saw her cry for the first time in years and it made you feel like shit. You tried to apologize but she just made you go to your room. You hadn't seen her boyfriend since. And the two of you didn't speak about what happened for a month. You still haven't.

You hadn't asked her about using her car, since she left too early. Hopefully she wouldn't mind. Maybe you'd refill her tank just for good measure.

As you got ready to pick Finney and Donna up, you stopped In the mirror to look at yourself. Your nose was a bit bruised from Paige. You had wiped the blood off earlier so that wasn't a problem. But there was the matter of your fists. They were still a bit cut up and bloody, so you took a few minuets to clean them up. You used the rest of your gauze on Vance earlier to wrap his own wounds from his fight. As a last resort you took one of Robin's bandannas that he had given you and cut it in half. You tied them around each fist and tried to push the memory out of your head.

Looking at the living room clock, you decided it would be better to pick up the two of them a bit earlier so you wouldn't hit downtown traffic right away. Grabbing your satchel and skates, you threw set them down in the passengers seat before opening the garage door. You Skateboarded, but also roller skated too. It was something Gwen showed you when you first met her. You eventually bought your own skates because you felt bad asking to borrow hers 24/7.

You didn't exactly love to drive. Sure, you had your License and were a decent driver. But that doesn't mean you were one for it. Robin typically drove you everywhere. Or if you went anywhere with Finney, it would be him. That was until Bruce Yamada's baseball got thrown into his window-shield. Mr. Blake and Mr. Yamada were furious. They made Bruce pay to fix it, but it was still in the shop. The car ride to pick your friends up was silent other than the quiet static of the radio.

Finney didn't live too far from you. So when you pulled up to his driveway it wasn't a surprise that he was already ready. As he and Donna walked out, Gwen followed behind. You rolled down your window and called out to her, asking where she was going. She said she was walking to her friend's house. You asked if she wanted a ride but she declined. After the 3 of you pestered Gwen, telling her it was too dark to walk, she got in the car.

Donna and Finney sat in the back while Gwen sat in the passengers seat. She mentioned your skates and the two of you began to chat. Her friend's house was on the way downtown so it wasn't like it was a detour. "Soooo (Y/n)…I heard that you and Vance ditched the last 2 periods and went to the go-go mart." Gwen said as she turned to you.

"Who-"

"Donna told me." You turned back to Donna. She rose her hands up ind defense. "Don't blame me. Finney told me and Gwen happened to overhear!" You turned back to face the road and adjusted your mirror to look at Finney. "You were in class when we left though? I saw y'all leave to go to 6th." You questioned. "Robin told me in History. He said that he saw you and Vance talking in the office before you both ditched."

You kind of forgot that Robin and Finney were still friends. You didn't have a problem with it. Sure, it was a bit awkward considering it wasn't double dates or hangouts with the 3 of you and Donna anymore. It was now either the three of you without him, or the 3 of them without you.

After you dropped Gwen off, the three of you continued your conversation. "I had no idea you were into Vance." Donna said. You laughed. "Yeah, me neither." The pre-silent car ride turned into laughing and giggling up until you turned not the parking lot of the roller rink. It was packed. It was a Friday night after all. As Donna and Finney got out they asked if you were going to come with them. "Yeah, I'll meet you inside. Im just waiting on-"

"Vance?" They asked in unison.

You nodded. They said they would save you a spot by the benches and walked inside. You sat in the car for a bit before someone knocked on your window. You jumped and turned to see Vance leaning down. You cussed at him and he laughed. He couldn't hear you, but he thought your reaction was funny. You grabbed your things and got out of the car after you locked it. "That wasn't funny." You groan. "It was." You stuck your foot out to trip him as the two of you made your way up the steps.

When you got inside you were a bit overwhelmed with how many people were there. It was more than the car's parked outside. Vance paid for the both of you and you thanked him. You struggled to see even more with the flashing lights all around you. You couldn't find your other friends to save your life. After wondering around for what seemed like forever, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned, ready to punch them only to see Donna. She put her hand over your fist and lowered it while she showed you where they were sitting. Vance said he would be there after he got his skates.

You followed her over to the left corner next to the arcade section. There you saw Finney sitting down next to Bruce and Billy. You weren't best friends with them, but you knew them well enough to be acquaintances with them. You set your things down and put your skates on. Finney and Donna had left after you got there, so it was just Bruce and Billy with you. Billy began to talk to you about the upcoming test in math since you shared the period with him.

Vance came over shortly after and Billy got up the second he did. He was most definitely scared of him. Bruce followed him to leave you two alone. After the next 5 minuets of Vance struggling to put on his skates, he took your hand and you helped him onto the floor. Vance was ungodly bad at skating. You could tell from the way he had no sense of balance and was practically fighting for his life as he gripped your hand.

"Vance c'monnnnn. I'll be right here. I'm not even 6 inches from you. You can let go now." You laughed. He just gripped your hand harder. You spent a few minuets showing him how to balance and try to move. It wasn't the best. He fell a total of 4 times so far. The last one, he ended up on top of you. A few centimeters from your face too.

As the two of you lay there for a moment, you could feel someone watching you. You turned and saw Robin staring at you as he sat with Paige's friends at the bench a few feet away. The eye contact didn't last long before he got up and walked away. But you could tell he looked a bit mad. Or was he hurt?

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#the black phone #tbp #xreader #reader insert #angst #robin arellano #finney blake #female reader #slow burn #Robin Arellano x reader #the black phone x reader #x reader series #series #robinsrelic #vancehopper #bruce yamada

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kareniliana · 2 years

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Stiles: Awkwardly Confessed

Wattpad transfer: comes with warning that is is very cheesy and cliche... just like it was requested.

Anyways enjoy!

You walked out the exit doors of the school. Lydia and Scott had been non-stop texting you telling you to go with them shopping. You had no idea why they couldn't ask someone else to go.

As you made your way to Lydia's parked car. Scott was pushing Stiles to admit that he's had a crush on you since the 7th grade.

"Stiles, just admit it already! There is nothing more manly than a guy admitting his feelings!" Scott shook his best friend by his shoulders.

"About his newly found crush on his best friend! Yeah, nothing more manly than that!" Stiles remarked sarcastically.

"It isn't a newly found crush. It's an oldly known love for your best friend." Lydia corrected him.

"Guys, I don't love her. I've just had a crush on her since the 7th grade. No biggie." Stiles shrugging, sarcastically, yet again.

"Dude! Just tell her how you feel! I'm getting sick of smelling the pain you have whenever she's talking about Isaac or even Aiden." Scott said smacking his best friend upside the head.

"Okay, fine! I like Y/N! You happy?!" Stiles shouted at his two ridiculous friends. You finally made your way to Lydia's car when Stiles was pulling at his long hair.

"Y/N told me she was going on a date with Isaac this Saturday." Lydia informed Scott and Stiles not knowing that you were a few cars away.

"Wait, what? She's ditching me? We were going to watch Star Wars. Well I was going to make her watch Star Wars." He sighed. You walked closer. Listening in.

"Dude! Stop that! You heart is beating like crazy! You need to tell her how you feel! Like now!" Scott smacked him once again.

"Buddy. Stop it with the smacking. I'll tell Y/N my feelings when I have the courage." Stiles sighed. Making you freeze in your spot from behind him.

"I like her -actually I think I freaking love her. Okay maybe not. She's an amazing person. She so kind hearted. And she's so funny. I think she's the only other girl I know who can make Coach not yell at them. She's also the only other girl who knows how to play Lacrosse. She's crazy gorgeous. And I'm scared I'm losing my best friend." He huffed looking at the ground.

"I just can't get myself to tell her. To tell her; 'I've liked you since the freaking 7th grade and you drive me insane whenever you come to me with guy problems. It literally kills me! And I like you, Y/N.' Why can't I get myself to tell her that?" Stiles asked Scott. For some reason you decided to speak up now.

"Well you kind of already did..." You tried to joke. But obviously that didn't help at all.

"Jesus freaking christ!" Stiles shouted, spazzing out. Scott and Lydia took this as their cue to leave.

"Uhm.. hello there.." You said awkwardly.

"Talk about awkward." You said in a high pitched voice. Stiles scratch the back of his neck.

"Uhm.. hey.. Y/N. H-how much did you Uhm hear?" He stammered.

"The whole thing.." You chuckled. Swaying backward then forward.

"Since like the beginning? When Scott yelled at me to just admit it already? Or after? When I said I thought you are crazy gorgeous?" He asked, talking a little too fast for your liking.

"Stiles.. when I mean the whole thing I mean when you admitted them. In actual words..." You said awkwardly.

"When you mention Scott to stop the smacking." You explained.

After a few moments of awkward tense and awkward looks you spoke up.

"Well I'm gonna head back to class. See you later. Goodbye." You awkwardly back away. But stopped when Stiles pulled you back.

"Wait, Y/N, I don't want this to be awkward. And I know you. You are the definition of awkward." He stated with a stiffled laughed. You chuckled and nodded. It was true. You are severely awkward.

"Okay..." You walked back. He took a step closer to you.

"Scott told me about how when I'm brought in a conversation, your heat speeds up. Is that true?" He asked, locking eyes with you. You gulped. You did indeed had a a slight crush on Stiles. It started freshmen year but dialed down a notch when you had a boyfriend over the summer but when sophomore year came around the corner, you were under his spell yet again.

"Maybe..? I don't pay attention to my heartbeat." You lied.

"Liar." He stated making you 'pffft'

"I thought McCall was the werewolf?" You hadn't noticed how close you were. His hands laid on your waist. Your hands were to themselves.

"Oh he is, you just have a tell." You raised your eyebrow. He continued "Your eyebrow twitches."

"No it doesnt!" Lie. You realized this when your mother asked if you were on drugs, with all the sneaking around and coming home late and wanting to sleep in. Eventually the Sheriff and Mama McCall told her all about the supernatural. You with her of course!

"Lie, again." He said laughing. You finally gave in.

"Yes okay. I have a framing crush on you, you sarcastic idiot." You said smiling as he pulled you into his chest and kissed you.

It felt like the freaking fourth of july in your stomach. You pulled away, happily.

"Just ask her to be your girlfriend already!" You heard Lydia holler.

You giggled. "Will you-"

"Yes, you idiot!" You giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Finally!" Scott, Lydia, Isaac, Aiden and Kira cheered as they popped out from hidding behind cars.

"What the hell?" Stiles asked as the sight of Ethan cheering for him.

"Okay, let's go shopping!" Lydia squealed getting in her car.

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles x reader #teen wolf stiles #stiles fanfiction

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wondermentishere · 4 months

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not posting this for an audience, but since this a public account… ***TW: EATING DISORDERS***

ive recently accepted that ive had an eating disorder all of my life… my earliest memories of getting ready for daycare wasnt healthy at all. the way i examined and processed my body… tweaked my clothing with the knowledge of how important being desirable was.. i remember learning what being skinny meant and looked like. at daycare, i mustve been like 6 years old. me with a group of girls a couple years older than me were evaluating how flat this one girl’s stomach was. from that moment on, i held my belly tight and flexed in public at all times, a mechanism i know ill carry for the rest of my life. i remember being in my room alone, up late watching cartoons on a weekend eating a big bag of hot cheetos. i stuffed myself so full, i vomited all over my little sister’s trundle trying to make it to the toilet in time. i remember being in the 3rd grade looking at my school pictures, loving how you could see my abs through my tight blue shirt. i remember in the 4th grade, my mom bought us subway and i finished my meal before anyone else even started on theirs. she looked at me puzzled, chuckled then called me a nerd. i cried… that was the beginning of her insulting me as a reflex. she felt bad and asked me if i wanted her to go back to the restaurant to get me more. i declined out of humiliation. back then it didnt matter to me how much i stuffed myself. i was such an active kid that even when i fell asleep with a swollen belly, i woke up so empty it hurt.

5th grade i started making close girl friends for the first time since preschool. they always straightened their hair and thought i should to. boys thought they were cute, but no one liked me in that way. i was the nerdy goofball that didnt know how to groom myself properly. white stuff around my overly poked out lips and boogers constantly in my nose. i made my own outfit for the toderick hall play i was starring as a munchkin in and remember looking down at my clothes and feeling ashamed at how much better the other kid’s costumes were. my mom noticed my demeanor change whenever we were walking up to the venue. she told me not to be self conscious. waiting in the dressing room with all the pretty white girls was the first time i noticed how uncomfortable i am looking at myself in the mirror with other people, specifically women are around me. im still like that to this day. sometimes i submit to exposure therapy and force myself to acknowledge my reflection while im washing my hands. i dont understand why it is so painful for me to do. i remember hugging this boy i had the biggest crush on goodbye the last day of school and he called me dirty and disgusting in front of other people, including my bestfriend, after i walked away. she proudly repeated it back to me later that day. i just felt numb. i didnt let it penetrate me emotionally but i did feel humiliated and annoyed.

i just felt ugly in the 6th grade. kids were mean about my natural hair, i didnt have boobs like the popular girls. i just wanted to fit in and started wearing bows (i never wore bows) and wearing 2 bras to give the illusion of a more developed chest. my deceptive behavior got noticed once in the locker room and my ex bestfriend laughed at recalling the exposure over a decade later (i admit it was pretty funny). whenever puberty started to hit in the 7th grade is when i really started obsessing over maintaining my thinness. i felt so lonely and finally could identify my emptiness watching interviews of sullen musicians i adored. i was looking through pictures from the year before with my mom and she made a comment how i “wasnt boney anymore” like i use to be. that bothered me. i wanted to be as skinny as michael jackson. i wanted a “dancer’s body”. i didnt want boobs. i wanted to wear deep v necks over the flattest chest. i wanted to be on stage.

7th grade i purposefully started skipping lunch. mainly cause for the first time, i finally had friends i could count on to eat with everyday. they rarely ate lunch. we didn’t even go to the lunchroom, we just chilled in the band room during that time. i never had money to eat at school anyway and the lunches my mom packed me were embarrassing to eat in front of everyone. she was kind of a health freak and smushed wheat pb&js in a brown plastic kroger bag always got turned up noses from my peers. ive been embarrassed to eat in front of other people since the subway incident in the 4th grade and the fact i never had anything “cool” to eat didnt help either. sometimes my mom would make me lunch and i would let it sit in my backpack for days. gross shit. my mom sold herbal life and sometimes watery shakes were the only “meal” i was interested in downing for the day. i got my first iphone and had a calorie tracker on it. i would workout hard after karate and step practice, making sure i was in a calorie deficit to set me up for success the next day. i use to love waking up and immediately going to the mirror to admire how skinny i was. i loved my abs.. but still i was never satisfied with my body. this behavior carried over until my 8th grade year.

i remember being weighed for the school’s “Pacer Test” and noting the defeat i felt going from 114 lbs as an 7th grader to 120 lbs. my curves were coming in, my boobs were developing. back in the 6th grade i would wear two bras cause i felt like an outcast, this year i purposely only wore sports bras that i had outgrown at an attempt to bind my chest. i remember taking a break in the bathroom with my friend at a football game we were cheering at. i thought she was paying attention to something else and stopped flexing my bloated stomach for just a moment. she noticed and call it out “oh you got a gut on you”. i immediately sucked it back in and didnt really acknowledge her comment out of embarrassment. sometimes when we would wear the same cheer shirt to school she would go around asking boys who wore it better. i really did not like that shit.

the cycle of binging and restricting was very prominent throughout all of highschool. i finally could scrap up enough money to get pizza and hot cheetos everyday. i didnt have friends to sit with though and felt humiliated sitting in the lunchroom alone or with other random outcasts i barely said a word to. i considered eating in the bathroom like the movies but determined it too gross. so i would scarf down my food and either sit in the library on twitter or search for queer books until lunchtime was over. sometimes i would hide out in the girl’s lockerroom. i was a student athlete and conditioned pretty hard everyday. i remember walking around in the gym after practice and my coach told me i “looked fit” haha. i went back home and told my mom and she agreed with a hint of resentment in her tone. i would body check my stomach routinely. i just didnt like how big my arms were. they were toned but not muscular. they looked fat to me. my armpits to this day dont have that sunken look ive always wanted. i kept my chest strapped down at all times, wearing the same sports bra over and over again.

in 11th grade, i changed highschools and went from the loner jock to the infamous theater kid. i started to care about social injustice alot and was becoming alot more informed. my mind was consistently on learning, making art, and being silly on the internet. alot of the kids were my peers in middle school and the popular girls wanted me in their circle. i felt insecure plus i didnt really like them. they were kinda mean and too self-absorbed & not very funny. i wanted them to like me though and texted them making fun of our classmates and teachers during class. we sat together at lunch… they didnt eat (they had eating disorders too) so i didnt either. they would hangout outside of school and drink together and would never invite me. that shit crushed me even though i didnt really want to drink or even be around them. i just always felt like no one would ever consider me a real friend. i kind of sabotaged our relationship by playing a mean prank on one of the girls who accidentally snapchatted me half nude pics of her meant for a boy she liked. i wasnt attracted to her, but screenshotted the pictures just to get a reaction out of her. i thought freaking her out would be funny since she begged me not to open the chat in the first place. i assured her and her bestfriend that i deleted the pics after and apologized profusely. idk what was wrong with me.

i was always the kid in hella extracurricular activities cause it 1. interested me 2. kept me out the house. i would go all day not having breakfast and maybe a bag of baked cheetos for lunch, rehearse for hours after school then walk miles back home to no dinner because my sisters werent ever considerate enough to leave some for me. my mom never made them either.

sza’s hair really inspired me in 2015. i experimented alot with crochet braids my junior year and took “sexy” pics for the first time on my cracked ipad sitting on my mom’s bathroom floor. i couldve sworn that was my cutest year but my yearbook picture came out so bad a boy who had a crush on me even said it was ugly. i forgot to retake it. embarrassing as fuck.

anyway, i just really detached from the world and my body end of senior through college. boobs strapped down, body checking, working out hard, binging on snacks. i remember looking at freshman pics of me sophomore year with my first girlfriend and she told me i looked like a fatass loser lol. yeah.. i “loved” someone who would talk to me that way. freshman 15 definitely hit hard and i went home winter break with a balloon face. did kickboxing with my mom, lost alot of weight, cut off my hair and went back to school in january with people telling i looked like “a model”. i was starting to get more comfortable with my queerness so was open to more masculine presentation especially since i was hundreds of miles away from my mom and my gf really liked studs. from then on ive been in a cycle of not caring, neglecting myself in the name of freedom, trying new looks and sometimes liking it, constantly cutting my hair due to anxiety and dysphoria, sometimes really caring and craving validation. being feminine just to fit in.

now im at a place where i just want to grow out my hair, work, and starve myself until im 30 pounds lighter tbh. i want to get lost in my head and latch onto my creativity. i want to abandon everyone i know. thats what i want to do and i will. maybe not the abandon part tho cause i actually love my friends. side note: im pretty sure my undiagnosed adhd is a big reason why i binge. cant wait to get treated for that cause trying to control the impulse without medication is torture. plus, i heard stimulants make you lose your appetite :P

#diary #edanon #tw disordered eating

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matsukawamatt · 7 months

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The Walnut Tree

Been just walking around all week. No car, just my feet and the train. Trying to connect a bit more with the nature around me. I don’t have the patience to sit and watch tv or in my room. I’m getting too restless. Today, or this morning rather, I’m walking around the places from my child hood and trying to just ground myself. I’m sitting in this park in malden as I write this next to this tree that me and my friends use to hang out at. I miss being a kid. Running around, clueless of the world around me. Sitting there, playing pokemon on our gameboys and seeing who has the strongest pokemon. Talking about things that don’t matter to the adult mind, but mean the world to the child that speaks the words. Looking forward to the rest of summer and not thinking of the next school year, until that time eventually came — and when that time came, talking about the next holiday. It was likely Halloween, so we would think of what we would dress up as. Someone would ask, and we probably wouldn’t tell. It was a secret with the highest classification. Oh, what I would do to go back.

We had crushes, but those weren’t serious. Not like adulthood. The crushes we had then were just cute little dates and something to brag about. Maybe thats just me. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I don’t even remember my first kiss. The only one I remember was Madeline, my 7th grade teacher’s daughter (lol), but I know there was someone before that. I’m not sure how I don’t remember this. I was such a shy kid, I was probably so afraid for anyone to know someone had kissed me hahaha.

A lot of things have changed at home since I’ve been a child. I’m hyper aware of this, as I am constantly leaving and returning months, or years, later. Something’s always new; different. Thankfully, there are some things that remain the same. The tall black walnut tree, that keeps bombarding me with walnuts as I write this, is a sign of the things that remain the same.

Somerville, for example, is somewhere that someday I’ll look back on fondly. The thought of it now, however, gives me this feeling of complete failure. I loved that place. Now everything’s so tainted. How could I have failed so badly? I can’t stop thinking about it. At least I have Malden to come to and to just hang out in. This park is my new little happy place.

Still, even if this is my little slice of happiness, I wish she could be here next to this walnut tree with me, with my hand in hers. Something that would also remain unchanged.

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baku-writes · 3 years

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Izuku x reader x Bakugou izuku loves reader and Uraraka and reader is tired of being his second choice and pulls herself out of the equation only to see Katsuki was the person for her and she explores that years later Deku tries to ask her out since Uraraka left him and Katsuki steps in telling him he can’t manipulate her or something like that thank youuu!!

Sure thing!!! Deku might be a lil out of character bc in reality he is such a soft bean but LESSGOOO.

Bakugou x fem!reader, deku x fem!reader, deku x ochako

TW: cheating, angst, a bit spicy at the end

Angst to fluff 🐜💞

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!!💞💞💞

(I think the art was by @mkm_storage on twitter, but I can't completely remember, sorry )<33

He wants her

Summary: during your time at UA you always were second choice to Midoriya, you knew he 'loved' you but he also loved ochako. After a nasty break up bakugo becomes the man you always desired and the man to protect you. Even when izuku comes crawling back....

Deku was one of your first friends at UA, along with Bakugo. He was strong, smart and exceptionally kind. Plus, his motivation to become the number one was always something to be admired.

You saw yourself as average. Your quirk was good, but not enough to be the top of the class. You could pass all the tests, but you weren't the smartest in the class. Even when it come to athletics you could out perform some, but never beat the people at the top. People like midoriya, bakugo and todoroki were unreachable to you.

Suprisingly, you didn't last ot get you down. You worked hard and accomplished things due to it, your goal was to save people. Not make competition between classmates. So instead, you would attempt to help people out. Mainly deku.

That is how you two began dating, one day during a study session in his room he asked you out. And you obviously agreed. He was amazing and so kind.

But something was nagging you at the back of your mind...

Uraraka....

Don't get me wrong, she was lovely. She never hurt you and instead was always there for you. The two of you would hang out and go shopping together, even training together whilst spilling secrets and crushes. You knew she liked him and she knew you liked him too... it was a tricky situation but it would be stupid of you to deny his confession, right?

It was almost 2 years into your relationship, if you could even call it that. Nothing seemed to scream "boyfriend and girlfriend". No hugs, no kisses and no affection. To be honest, many people in your own class didn't know the two of you were even together.

But one if the few that did was Bakugo. He knew how you felt... he could see it written all over your face. You were unhappy and overall anxious about your relationship. Not that you would ever admit that.

He also knew about Uraraka... how you knew about the affection being given to her by YOUR boyfriend, how you tried to keep them distant due to the fear of being replaced. How they kept you distant, but still close enough to be hurt by everything...

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*BAKUGO POV*

'Fucking disgusting' Bakugo thought, he sat in the back of the classroom.

He was 10 minutes early, but Kaminari wouldn't give him peace if he weren't in class. To his surprise Deku arrived early too, looking a little bit anxious and also... expectant?? Was he waiting for someone? It was pretty rare you would get to class early, you were known for sleeping in and arriving late by a couple of minutes...

A few second rolled around and then she entered. The 'best friend' who made you Deku's second choice, without you even fully realising it. But why were they alone.... usually you would be close by, standing in the corner and watching dead-eyed as you wait for your turn of affection. The turn that rarely came unless you threatened to leave.

As if he weren't there, the two started hugging talking and even blushing. Uraraka sat on Deku's desk and giggled at the slightest breath that would escape the nerds mouth. He didn't care about what they were speaking about. Until....

"You know Deku, we should hang out some time? Maybe have a coffee date." A small goggle escaped her mouth as her pink cheeks become more pronounced. Her legs swayed enthusiastically as Deku nodded without a word, his face crimson red and eyes wide.

Did he fucking forget he had a girlfriend? Or is he a scumbag?

Just as he was about to scream bloody murder at deku, he noticed you stood in the door way. Your demeanor uncharacteristically cold and threatening. The room felt heavy as deafening silence replaced the irritating giggles escaping Ochako's mouth....

*Y/N POV*

This was the final fucking straw...

You have been waiting outside your classroom for a minute now and all that can be heard is your 'best friends' giggling and your boyfriends flirtatious talking. You pelaed your head around the corner only to hear

"You know Deku, we should hang out some time? Maybe have a coffee date." And giggles escape the man stealing brunettes mouth.

And what made your blood run cold was his reaction. Fucking nodding. Blushing. Eyes wide. Obviously excited for the date.

You knew you were second choice. You always knew he would put hero work before you, studying before you. And even stronger girls before you. Ever since the two of you started dating that was a prominent factor in your relationship. But you still tried... so hard. You tried so hard to keep the love together, to grasp onto the memories you two had. To keep gluing the shattered pieces of your heart together each time he would push you aside for your own friend...

Sadness quickly turned to anger. You were pissed. Nearly 2 years of NOTHING. Everything was a waste, god why were you so naive. Thinking a boy so wound up in his fantasy would love you like you loved him. Thinking your best friend wouldn't go behind your back just to be with him. Thinking he would decline her even though it was obvious he liked her too.

Hah "too". Could you even say he ever liked you? Or did he pretend he liked you? Maybe he did like you.... but if he did why would he do this? If he didn't like you why would he waste your time?

You were angry and confused. And you have had enough.

That's when you were noticed by bakugo, uraraka and deku. You didn't care if your other close friend Bakugo was there, you could tell by the look on his face that he was going to lose his shit and scream at them. But this was your relationship. You were going to make all hell go lose. And you don't care if others see it. The more humiliating, the better. Just like he humiliated you.

"A date, huh?" Yous started off, calmly. This brought surprise to everyone in the room, you were talking almost as if it was girl gossip and talking about crushes. Like it was an activity you were excited to hear about.

But when you didn't get a response.... your face turned sour.

"Really a fucking date? You seem to be forgetting that I am your girlfriend" you time raised as you walked over to the two traitors. "You know what, fuck that thought. I was your girlfriend. But Hah, NOT ANYMORE!"

"You really think I didn't have the slightest idea what was going on? You think that I am thick enough to think you two would leave each other alone, huh? To not keep my eyes on you? You two are both scumbags. Ones a friend who has knew about my crush on you months before she admitted hers to anyone, and my EX-boyfriend who thought I wouldn't know about being the sidechick. "

Bakugo stared in amazement. He has never seen you so confident before, especially if you've just been hurt.

You took a breather.

"We're done, I refuse to be your second option Midoriya. I've wasted so much time on your ass, and I regret every second of it."

"Y/N wait, please. Clam down, it's alla misunderstanding. I love you both, I just need time to figu-"

"SHUT YOUR TRAP NERD!" Bakugo snapped, ramming his chair backs and standing up, his hands shoved in his pockets as he walked over to you. "She's wasted two years on your ungrateful ass, enjoy your little date shitty nerd."

"Y/N... I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doi-" tears welled up in ochako eyes....

Guilt tripping, really? Could she not even face her own consequences without crying about it?

"Can it Uraraka. We are done too, I don't want to be friends with a man stealer."

And with that you and Bakugo left the room, leaving the two traitors to their own devices. Hoping they enjoy their little 'date'.

Little did you know, yours and Bakugos friendship would kindle onto something warmer, larger and more loving. After 6 months of being single, he confessed to you and promised to be there for you and never leave your side.

And he stuck with that promise. He never replaced you. He never made you a side chick. He did show affection to you (mostly in privacy where he could be open, but it was still more than Midoriya would ever show).

He made you feel loved, he even studied with you and bumped your grades from B's to A's. And that isn't even brushing on the fact that he made your quirky stronger. Ofcourse the two of you had some issues, like every couple, however he would apologise (it takes him a while, but he actually does apologise) and give you positive affirmations of being enough.

You loved him.

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*TIME SKIP!!!! PRO HERO GALA. Deku isnumber 1 hero, bakugo is number 2 hero and you are number 7 hero!!*

It was a beautiful night, you and bakugo had both moved up a rank. Placing him in the second rank and you in the 7th rank. It was a night to be celebrated, and a night for the two if you to celebrate your anniversary. The two of you had been dating for 5 years now (you were both 22) and still going strong.

Both of you looked amazing; your H/C hair perfectly styled, a small amount of makeup precisely placed onto your face and your crimson dress flowed elegantly down your body.

And let's just say Katsuki was looking fine as hell too; his suit fit tightly against his muscles, rippling and stretching with each moves. He wore a crimson tie, the same colour as your dress, which can unusual for Katsuki due to his odd undying hatred for ties.

His hair was also neatly trimmed into an undercut, a faint scar running along his scar due to a previous villain attack. But some things never change, like the scowl that adorned his face.

The dancing had just finished and pro-heros gathered in groups to chat amongst themselves. However, you had a different thought in mind.

You hadn't eaten all day, the only thing in your digestive system was half a slice of toast that you managed to eat for breakfast. But the food placed along the tables on the far side of the hall looked mouth wateringly good.

"Katsuki, I'm going to go get a bite to eat, okay?"you murmered, planting a soft kiss on his cheek before scurrying over the the food.

You turned around, painting the nicest smile you could muster. The sight of his face boiled your blood as memories of your neglectful relationship crossed your mind.

You began placing the food on your small styrofoam plate until you heard a small familiar voice behind you-

"Hey Y/N, long time no see." Fuck it was Midoriya. A small nervous giggle escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck.

His face still boiled your blood as you remembered the time you wasted in the neglectful relationship. His false act of kindness made your stomach twist in violent anger.

That was until you realised he was alone. Uraraka was no where in sight, you don't even think she turned up to the pro-hero gala. It was probably down to her most recent embarrassment, being caught cheating again on the number one hero with her most recent sidekick.

"Yeah. I see you're the number 1 hero now. You finally got there in the end."

Keep your cool y/n. You have Katsuki now, Deku can't do shit to you anymore.

"Yep, it took a lot. And Kacchan in the number 2 now, huh? That's great!"

The two of you paused. The tension in the air was thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.

"Hey, uhhh, Y/N. I'm really sorry about what happened between the two of us," he hung his head down and stuffed his hands in his pockets, his voice low. " I was wondering if we could start over, maybe get back in touch, ya know? We could start again, get back together. I've reached my goal now, nothings stopping us."

His headshot back up as he looked into your eyes. Your face morphed into one of shock. Did this asshole really just ask if you two could start fresh?

"I know we ended on bad terms Y/N, and I know you are with kacchan right now but I really miss you. I can do so much better for you, I have more money. More land. A higher ranking. I could even boost your ranks."

He paused and you placed the plate of food onto the table, getting ready to possibly smack this bitch.

"I know what Kacchan is like, he is toxic and you don't look happy. Do you not miss me? Remember the time we went on a picnic and you couldn't stop laughing? He can't give that to you. Kacchan can't give anything to yo-"

A firm hand grasped his shoulder and tugged Midoriya far enough back so they could be face to face.

"K-kacchan."

"The fuck are you doing near my girlfriend, Deku?"

A low growl rumbled from Katsuki's throat as he stared down into Midoriya's eyes, his grip tightening.

"I asked a question moron, answer it. "

"I, uhhh. I was g-getting to know them a bit more." Midoriya glanced over to you, as if asking for help, but instead you crossed your arms and shook your head.

"He was trying to get back with me Katsuki, and decided to trash talk you along the way."

The audible gulp that left Midoriya's throat made a low chuckle rumble from within Katsuki.

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to piss off outta 'ere before I blast your ass. And speak to my girl again and there will be consequences." Katsuki let go of Midoriya (who was now visibly shaken). "Now get lost."

Deku scrambled away, his composure completely lost as some pro-heros starednin confusion, only to go back to talking within their little groups.

"You okay, princess?" Katsuki steadily walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll be fine, it was just a surprise that's all." You sighed, letting out the shaky breath and relaxing your tense muscles.

"Let's go home, I'll give you a better night to remember."

A smirk made it's way onto your boyfriends lips as one hand squeezed your ass.

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I am back from my break!! Sorry this took a while, I was dealing with my mental health but it's finally finished!! I hope it is what you wanted. 💞💞

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mythiccheroacademia · 3 years

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—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

Shouto Todoroki:

truth be told, shouto never wanted children

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die

Midoriya Izuku:

midoriya was born and bred to be a father

change my mind

i mean look at that face

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero

it just crushed izuku

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent

it was a difficult adjustment

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two

and izuku worked a lot

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by

it was tough, but deku was determined

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi’s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt

sero yelled at her in panic

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him

it was actually so scary

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

i love it ❤️

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #sero hanta #father!bnha #single!dad headcanons #can you tell how much i love this idea #i love when the bnha characters are happy <3 #also supriseeee shawtyy

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lukesperfectharmonyhair · 3 years

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im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are.

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss*

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience.

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums.

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

- julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie #flynn jatp #nick jatp #carrie wilson #renew jatp #netflix PLEASE we are begging give us a season 2

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thebigqueer · 3 years

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just remembered i wanted to make a post about will solace's sexuality headcanons so nevermind i have content.

also actually this is just me projecting mostly lmao

okay his queer awakening is honestly because of naomi solace. i think she has a lot of queer artist friends around her, but also it's just a lot of hot people and will meets them every once in a while. i think that since they're older he probably feels the most attraction to them.

this kind of happens around 5th grade

he has no idea why he's feeling this way and like. quite honestly he's probably even scared by it cuz internalized homphobia yk. so he gets scared off easily by these new feelings and honestly represses them down and kinda forgets about any of it for a while because like??? honestly finding out you may be attracted to someone of your same gender is such a terrifying concept???? you've grown up in a society where it's weird to do that so like it probably has such a huge impact on him and how he feels about queerness. so in the end, he probably just tries to forget about it and move on with his life. hhahahahah no im not projecting wdym :eyes:

when he gets to camp a little bit later, he actually meets a lot more queer people and doesn't even know that!!! wow!!! here are people who have similar experiences!!! and i think after he forgot about his sexuality crisis just a year or two ago, it kind of comes back but this time he's in a much better place to consider & actually think about his sexuality cuz he has better people to be around.

then he grows a little bit and like honestly he probably had a crush on beckendorf. yes i'll give into that headcanon. this is around the time he's in 6th/7th grade and cuz he's in a better environment he probably feels a bit safer to actually start. feeling idk??

but again he's not entirely sure where this is going cuz like he's technically been attracted to guys before but like. he's never quite accepted his attraction until now, while he's truly trying to accept & learn about who he is.

he doesn't really know how he identifies at all but he knows that he's actually maybe into guys???

in 7th/8th grade, he mostly identifies as pan because i think he mostly finds everyone attractive & experiences romantic attraction to lots of people. but he's still nervous to truly admit that he's still into guys so he shies away from doing anything too Promiscuous TM unless he's with friends

i also do believe that nico was one of his crushes at an early age (but they become friends first and foremost and after BoO will only pursues him as a friend. their romantic feelings for each other develop as they know each other more but that's later)

but then!! THEN!!! i think he reaches a point in his Sexuality Crisis TM where he just. fully accepts that. omg he's into guys!! GUYS!!! HE LIKES GUYS!!! like he still likes girls but he just suddenly accepts fully that he does like guys and he's super proud of it!!!

i think it also has a lot to do with his friends and a lot of htem coming out around the same time that will is

i fully believe that he has some kinda flings as a 13/14yo (yes ik i talk a lot about keeping 13/14yos single but you see. i feel like he would date for the fun of it and not so much for the actual romance because he's already got so much in his life going on along w/ his identity crisis so he's looking for something to entertain his self-discovery, basically). but i feel like he goes to visit his mom every once in a while, so he really only has flings when he's back at his mom's house. so he gets his first partner like?? i guess summer before 9th grade?? and honestly it's not that epic it's just 3 weeks but like!! first boyfriend yoo!!

then he gets back to camp after the summer and doesn't really date?? i feel like he just. kinda cools down. and this is when he also starts to make friends with nico and he's probably looking for a break for himself

in this time where things are kinda calm now after the battle w/ Gaea, i think he kinda reflects on himself a lot and like realizes that "hmm idk i feel like i'm?? a little more into guys?? i think?? like physically & romantically & aesthetically they seem better for me?? and i feel like i see myself with a guy more than a girl?? but i wouldn't mind dating a girl??"

and i think at this point he probably just starts to identify as queer because honestly he has no idea what the fuck is going on because literally who does when it comes to identity

but after some time, even after he's started to date nico, i think he realizes that honestly?? he's probably homoflexible. like he doesn't mind dating girls but he's not as attracted to them as he is towards guys. and it's not just nico who sways his thinking - he kind of reflects on his life and thinks about how he'd much rather kiss/date/crush on guys and like girls are cool but they're not always what he's attracted to

he's still confused to this day and he usually just says he's queer but like internally he's probably thinking he's more homoflexible. he uses queer as his label though

#welcome back to me projecting <3 #most of that was just me trying to write my autobiography through will solace #will solace #will solace headcanon #rick riordan #riordanverse #riordanverse headcanon #tw internalized homphobia #tw homophobia #q slur #trials of apollo #toa #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians

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sunflowerandco · 3 years

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After the Fact: Act II

Act I

Rating: M for depictions of sex. Now edited not to be explicit.

It all made perfect sense to him. Their closeness, his need for her, and immense feelings about her that he couldn't ignore formed those clouds of truth again.

-Senior Year-

Their cumulus forms became more noticeable as they collected moments that may have seemed simple. Still, they weakened the image he had of himself. A persona that wasn't capable of ever having these feelings.

He needed Courtney to know, and the truths that clouded his mind didn't care about the perfectly crafted image Duncan cared to maintain.

An image Courtney saw right through.

"I love you...so fucking much." His words were delivered in between hitched breaths. The grip he had on her hips tightened while he had her take deeper strokes over and over. He could feel himself getting closer to his peak.

Courtney's mind could only imagine feeling the same way. She heard herself say "I love you, too," in between whimpers.

It wasn't long after these confessions that Courtney sunk deeper onto him. Deep, warm waves rippled through her lower body as her moans reached their cap. She began grinding in him in a desperate need to ride her peak out. Duncan held her by her waist, making her climax last as long as it could.

Seeing Courtney at her most unconstrained dissolved all tension in him. He sat up slowly until their foreheads were touching, their panting out of sync with each other. Their lips brushed lightly, and life magnets they leaned in and closed the gap of light that peered through Duncan’s curtains. Their deep kiss ended when Courtney sought out a new position, lying next to him on his bed.

She was still basking in their glow; enjoying the privilege of not rushing to put on the first piece of clothing she saw right after the act. That's when Duncan got up and headed towards the bathroom. She unashamedly caught glimpses of him as he made his way out. She heard sink water running when she lied on her back again.

Courtney sighed in content, feeling the most relaxed she's ever felt.

Then it hits her. The very thoughts he confessed to her. Those three words.

He... loves you?

She tried her best to shake this feeling. She knew Duncan. Their feelings being mutual wasn't the most outrageous concept to themselves or anyone who spent 5 minutes in a room with them. But love? Courtney couldn't remember the last time Duncan used that word about anything. She assumed he said it in an intense moment of lust, and that he must’ve forgotten by now. She decided.

She heard the faucet turn off and footsteps toward the door, and Duncan came back with a wet, warm rag.

"Here, babe," Duncan offered as he removed the bedsheet from her body.

Courtney's legs were still weak when he parted them to wipe down and around her folds with the cloth. She lied still, frozen by her own realized fears.

Duncan tried to read an unclear expression on her face. It was almost blank. “Hey... you okay, Princess?” Courtney did her best to ruin this train of thought that left her detached from reality.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Everything’s okay over here.” Duncan looked unconvinced. Still, he knew you couldn’t force Courtney to do anything until she was ready. He still couldn’t help but feel like he was at fault. All he could do was try to change the subject at hand. But Courtney added on to speak over her lingering thoughts.

"Actually, I think I should go home. I don't need my parents worrying about me." Duncan retreated.

"Alright. My parents should be back soon, too. I'll drive you-"

"That's okay. I can walk." Courtney reassured him as she gathered her clothes.

She let herself out when she finished getting dressed, leaving Duncan concerned and confused. ***

Courtney practically slammed her locker shut before looking both ways. She successfully avoided Duncan for the rest of the weekend and hoped to do so for the rest of the school day. Upon turning right she saw her friend, Bridgette, at the other end of the hall in front of an empty classroom.

Bridgette spotted her as well and waved across the her, beckoning Courtney over.

"Hey, Bridge. Have you seen Duncan today?"

"Hey, Court, no. I haven't seen him all day. I'm pretty sure he just skipped with Geoff." Bridgette trailed off before remembering Courtney’s plans for last weekend.. "So... how did it go on Saturday?" She asked while playfully poking her.

Courtney delayed her answer when she grabbed Bridgette's arm and into the empty classroom before shutting the door. She readjusted the bag on her shoulder before locking the door behind her. Her actions caused a look of concern on her friend's face.

Bridgette sat on top of one of the desks. "I take it didn't go well? What happened?"

Courtney paced back and forth in short steps before she answered half-heartedly. "Duncan told me he loved me, and I said it back."

"Oh my gosh!" Bridgette exclaimed. She half-jokingly threw a fist in the air. "Finally! That's so great!" Bridgette smiled through and through, but Courtney's look of uncertainty remained. "Why aren't we smiling?"

"Well, he said it while we were having sex and..." Courtney trailed off. "What if he just said it because I took my clothes off for him?"

"Woah, Courtney. You're getting way too ahead of yourself. This is Duncan we're talking about. The guy's had a crush since, like, 7th grade." Bridgette waited for a counterargument from her best friend. "You can always just, you know, ask him?"

Courtney groaned at the suggestion. "That'll just make me look weird and clingy." She stared into her shoes as she thought of all the possible ways she could be perceived, all of them being out of her control.

Bridgette couldn't help but give an all-knowing smile. "Oh my gosh. You really, really Love him. I mean, loooove."

Courtney gave Bridgette a solemn look. "Now is not the time for you to rub in how right you are! Why does love make me so dumb?!"

Bridgette hopped off the desk she was sitting on and held Courtney by her shoulders. "It doesn't make you dumb, Courtney! You need to accept your feelings for what they are. You both made pretty bold statements to each other. It's okay to ask given the situation. Okay?"

Courtney took a deep breath before Bridgette loosened her grip on her shoulders. All she could do was nod in agreement. She couldn't argue her way out of this one, and didn't want to. She had truly had enough fighting with herself. She had to give herself a break.

Bridgette walked her out of the classroom. The hallways were emptier than they last left them. She offered Courtney a ride home, and they made their way out to the school parking lot. They opened the door to see a familiar car parked in front the entrance. Courtney turned back towards the entrance doors, but was quickly caught by Bridgette by the arm. She gently pulled Courtney in the direction of the car. The driver rolled down the window and Bridgette leaned down into it with Courtney caught onto her grip behind her. She heard his voice as Bridgette greeted him.

Punk rock blared on the radio before it was dialed down, and Courtney looked in through the window to see him sitting there. "Hey, Bridge. Need a ride?"

"No, but she does." Bridgette gestured to Courtney. She stood straight again to pull Courtney towards the passenger side. Courtney opened the door herself, giving her friend a glare before settling down on the seat. She continued to look towards the windshield without saying so much as a 'bye.' The blonde smiled nonetheless and shut the door for her. She buckled herself in as Bridgette walked towards her own car, and she heard her yell from a distance.

"See you tomorrow, Courtney! Love you!" Duncan turned on the ignition to make his way to her house.

***

A long ride in silence opposed the advice Bridgette gave Courtney. She had never let fear rule her more than this moment. Duncan pulled onto her street and stopped the engine.

“Okay, well, see you tomorrow?” He asked in a self-conscious manner,

Courtney still faced forward as she answered quietly. “Yeah, see ya. Goodnight.”

Duncan found he couldn't do anything to make her talk, so he called it a night. Still, he needed her to know. “Okay. I love you, Courtney.”

Courtney started grabbing her bag and cardigan from the backseat. She responded out of frustration before realizing what he said to her. "I love you, too - wait," she turned her face back toward Duncan for the first time today, her ears increasingly getting warmer. "You meant that?"

Duncan's brow furrowed before answering. "That I love you? …Yes...? Why would I not mean it?"

Courtney sat back down in the passenger seat, looking back him again, this time with diffidence laced in her words. "I don't know... people can say anything in the heat of the moment."

"Heat of the..." It was then Duncan realized what she was indicating. She looked away. "Let me get this straight. You think I told you that I love you just because we were having sex?" Courtney couldn't admit it, she only sat in silence.

"Look, Courtney. I meant it. Every word I said. I wouldn't say something like that just to fuck you over. You're..." Duncan trailed off.

"What? I'm what?"

Duncan gripped the steering wheel with one of his hands and looked around. "...You're too important for me to lose, Princess. I love you. And I'll say it anytime I want."

Courtney sat still, but her heartbeat thumped heavy in her chest.

Duncan pushed her a little. He knew the answer, but still asked. "Well? Do you love me?"

Courtney turned to him once again. She threw her arms up in surrender. "What? Yes, I love you! I can't remember a time I didn't!" Courtney crossed her arms in a habitual attempt to barricade herself emotionally.

Duncan inched closer to Courtney, adding fuel to her flame. "And I can't either!" He gestured to himself What's so wrong with that?" His voice took to a deeper, serious tone. "I don't know about you, but hearing that on both ends makes me think we're doing something right. Like I'm doing right by you. Did I do something wrong?"

Courtney sighed. She could acknowledge this was a product of her own overthinking. "No, not really. I don't know what got into me. I just knew I had these feelings, and I realized that... I'm in deep." She looked down onto her lap. "I knew I wouldn't be okay if it all disappeared one day."

Duncan placed a hand on her shoulder. "We're gonna do our best to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Come here." Duncan cupped her chin and placed his lips on top of hers. She joined in the beguiling pattern of his lips drawing out every kiss to be longer and deeper than the last. Courtney sighed into his lips. She felt her hands go through his mohawk as their slow motions began to pick up the pace.

Duncan placed his hand on her thigh, surpassing the hem of her skirt while his other hand found her lower back. His hand slipped underneath her shirt and Courtney shivered at his touch, and Duncan smiled into the kiss, reveling in the effect he had on her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as an invitation to be pulled in closer. He gripped the back of her thighs to lift her onto his lap. She was halfway there when-

HOOOONK!

Courtney practically jumped out of her skin screaming and Duncan frightfully yanked his arm away from the horn. She landed back onto the passenger seat clutching her chest. In between getting the shit scared out of her and the breathlessness of their consolidation, Courtney found herself laughing. Duncan took notice to her loosening up and felt relief. Courtney looked over her shoulder at her house, and noticed one of the lights in her parent's bedroom turn on.

"I should go in before they chew us out." Courtney calmed her giggles down and gave Duncan a kiss on his cheek. She draped her bag over her shoulder and looked at him one more time. "I love you, delinquent.

"I love you, too, Princess."

He watched her to make sure she made it inside her house. She closed the door shut, and Duncan felt himself smiling like an idiot.

A/N: Hello! Quick question: Am I making them too soft? I tried to make them vulnerable because having sex in a new relationship with a person you've only shown one side to can be a scary thing, so they're not gonna be their love/hate selves after they've shown how serious they are about each other. I don't know. If you think they're out of character, let me know and I'll try my best to fix that. See ya in act iii!

#duncney #duncney fic #td duncan #td courtney

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seodami · 3 years

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Neon green | LYY

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, friends to lovers, some frustrated feelings,...

Warning: none (besides cursing like 2 times)

Word count: 4071 (oopsie hehe)

Pairing: Trainee!Liu Yangyang x reader

Note: I am so excited for participating in the ✨NCT secret Santa event✨ I want to thank the organizers @neoculturechristmas for preparing such a cool collaboration! It is such a nice idea and I am really excited to read all the other stories. I really tried making it a bit winter themed in the beginning but oh well I think i failed haha. But if you squint ITS THERE I SWEAR :)) So this one is for you @theleemark :) I really hope you like it! Merry Christmas ✨

“Yangyang stop it!” You laughed while running away from the boy, who currently was chasing you like a maniac through the park. His arms were loaded with dozens of big white snowballs just ready to be thrown at you.

Your feet felt like they were sinking even further into the deep snow layer on the ground with each step you took. It was impossible to avoid your best friend any longer. And before you could complain further, the ice cold snow ball hit you right on your already pink cheek.

You let out a loud scream, not being able to move. The prickling pain of the cold snow overwhelming your senses.

Yangyang however couldn’t stop laughing looking at your face. Running the last few meters to you to catch up, he tackled you down into a hug, which unfortunately ended with both of you laying in the deep snow. Your jeans were soaking wet at this point. An icy feeling shuttered down your spine.

“Yangyaanggg...god I hate you.” You fumed frustratedly, hitting your best friends chest. “Get off me! You are heavy...” your weak arms tried to lift the boy above you up but bitterly failed.

Yangyang giggled into your neck, standing up by himself while helping you up as well. “Hey I’m not heavy. More like heavenly, don’t you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly with his usual smile as he posed like a supermodel.

As hard as you tried to keep pouting and stay angry at him, you couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up behind your hands. A grin immediately made its way onto his face. “Isn’t snow so dope? Like you can literally do anything you want. It’s like a movie.” He babbled excitedly.

You couldn’t help but secretly admire his beauty once again. Lately you’ve been catching yourself a lot staring mindlessly at him when he was busy. Even when it was just him pouring boiling water into a ramen cup. Maybe it was all the mushy lovey dovey Christmas romance content on Netflix you’ve been simping over the last month or just Yangyang himself but you were certainly sure, he definitely got more attractive in your eyes.

Still it was something you would never ever in your dreams confess to him or talk about. Especially since there wasn’t really any sign that you two were connected as soulmates. He was just...well...just your best friend. And you had to live with that.

You still remember the way you two became friends. It was a very fond memory of yours and little do you know, also for Yangyang. You both were in 5th grade back then, being the little Chinese kid who showed off his tiny German skills and the clumsy half Caucasian girl with braces. It was hilarious how well you two got along besides the differences.

You two were in the age were kids began to talk about soulmates and their soulmate connections. From writing on the arm to body switches or color blindness, everything was there. In school you briefly have learned about all the indicators and the bond itself, but you seemed to always be the odd one out. There had been no sign whatsoever. Nowhere on your body. Nothing. Niente.

It was frustrating at first. You found yourself way too often admiring older girls who already found their soulmate or had unique indicators. You were quite jealous of them back then.

But then you found out you weren’t the only person without a soulmate connection. There was Yangyang, who went through the exact same emotions as you did. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to be lonely.

And that is how you two bonded immediately. After this, you were always together. You acted as if you were glued together, never leaving ones side. You felt safe around each other.

Adults always told you to wait and see. That yours would come sooner or later. But nothing. 9 years later and you and Yangyang still haven’t found your soulmate or anything related to soulmates. It still frustrated you at times but being the positive person you were, you just accepted it with the time.

From time to time a lot of people happened to mistaken you two for soulmates. It always made you think ‘what if’...

Your poor heart already had been through so much because of this boy. It wasn’t easy to ignore your small crush on him starting back in 7th grade. You were both growing and having loads of hormonal crises, so it was understandable at some point. But seeing that this crush hasn’t gotten any less since then, you were just totally lost.

‘Stop it y/n! He is not your soulmate! He is not...’

You snapped yourself out of your daydreams and staring as you found Yangyang smiling brightly at you. “Oh damn y/n, lately you’ve beeen really drifting off with your thoughts.” He noted as he slung one arm around your shoulder, walking with you towards your apartment, making sure to not forget your groceries at the side of the tree.

“I noticed...maybe I should just get some more sleep.” You mumbled in your sweater paws in order to warm up your freezing hands. The boy besides you let out an airy laugh while squeezing your shoulder affectionately. One habit he unconsciously took over, over time.

“Oh yes you should. Weren’t you like playing games up until 4 am last night? You sure you aren’t a zombie by now?” He joked looking over to you, you both nearly choking from air as your eyes met, making your hearts race a bit faster.

You nodded quickly focusing on the snow on the ground again. “I kinda suck. How do you sleep at 12 am already? You’re a wonder kid.”

He shrugged his shoulders, still watching you. “It’s in my genes to be a wonder kid.” His joke made you giggle slightly. Yangyang was as always Yangyang. And you found it incredibly charming. You could never deny that.

After the short walk from the snow covered park to your apartment with all of your hands filled with full grocery bags, you decided to bake some Christmas cookies before Yangyang had to head back to his shared apartment. Ever since he began training in SM entertainment as a trainee, he hadn’t that much time like he did before. But either way, you were incredibly proud of him and always happy to spend some quality time with him.

You were lucky that none of your roommates were home, visiting family over the holidays or hanging out with their partners.

It was probably the best that you were alone because you both made a whole mess in the kitchen. It was so much fun hanging out after a long time but it was a hell of a ride to clean it all up.

When the moon was already at its highest point and the night air got even fresher and chillier, Yangyang hugged you goodbye with butterflies dancing in his stomache. He would always treasure these moments with you and think about them again when he was so hardly trying to fall asleep. It was like his mind was full of you 24/7. Even if he tried staying focused on his tasks, it would most of the times end up with him thinking about your laugh and smile as you sat on the couch next to each other while making fun of the twilight characters.

He wanted to scream in his pillow how devestatingly in love he was with you at this point. You made him just so overly happy. He wanted to be near you so bad.

And people noticed. They noticed how Yangyang showed his deepest hidden personalities only to you. His playful and quirky side but also his soft and vulnerable. He simply could be himself around yourself. And you felt exactly the same. You would tell him even your deepest secrets. You knew he would keep them safe.

Yangyang was surprised to see his fellow roommates and friends still awake in the living room as he arrived home. Ten, Hendery and Lucas were all sprawled out on the couch, seemingly waiting for sleep to take over them. The flat was confusingly quiet despite the slight background noice of the TV.

“Hey guys I’m back! Why are you still awake?” It was silent for a short while before Hendery suddenly stood in front of him, making him jump by surprise.

The older boy watched him with a growing smirk and exciting twinkling eyes. “And? Did you tell her? Please say yes, we all stayed awake just to hear the news.”

Yangyang let out a sigh, he didn’t know he was holding and stripped out of his jacket. He knew this question would come but not this soon. “Just let me breathe for a second alright? I’m gonna tell you everything.”

Ten in the background let out an excited scream. “Yangyang! You did it? Ohh finally manning up and confessing...I see.” The teasing but excited tone in his voice was as clear as daylight.

“What? No... it’s not like that...” Yangyang tried to explain the situations to his friends as he walked inside heading towards the living room with Hendery behind him.

Groans came from all sides. “You didn’t?! Oh man I really thought you finally would. What are you afraid of?” The older boys words stung inside of the youngest. He shrugged his shoulders sitting besides Lucas on the couch, grabbing the nearest pillow.

“I don’t know. Like I really don’t know. She’s absolutely amazing and so stunning but...” he placed his head on the pillow with a deep sigh. “But...I feel like I’m just a coward. Just thinking about that we probably are not soulmates or never be an actual couple. It all sucks. I wish I could just tell her...”

All the boys were deep in their thoughts as they listened carefully to Yangyang sorrows and worries. They knew they needed to help the kid in some kind of way. This had been the fifth day he decided to confess but all the prior nights turned out to be a failure. He just wanted his heart to be opened by the one person he loves the most. But it felt like there was a thick layer of securing foam around it, just waiting to be ripped away. If it was just that easy...

“Hey...I know this might sound stupid but since you seem pretty lost...I might have an idea how it will be easier for you to overcome yourself.” Lucas suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts, smiling brightly at his roommates. “Oh lord...please don’t say something stupid.” Ten prayed next to him with his hand holding his forehead.

“Tell me more.”

And that was how the plan was born.

A bulletproof plan in Lucas and Henderys eyes.

And a totally stupid one in Ten’s opinion.

But Yangyang did it anyways.

Cause he was desperate, frustrated and so full of love, it was impossible for him to think 100% straight. And he did it only for you. With the intention of getting your attention in the fullest way.

It was dyeing your hair. In freaking neon green. Cause what’s a better way to show your feelings than dying your hair in your crushes favorite color?

A lot actually. But Hendery and Lucas were absolutely confident that it had something to do with the human psyche and the law of attraction or whatever they called it. Their belief: you will fall for him immediately by the time you see his hair.

The only problem with this was that this plan was obviously not thought through yet and that the only hair coloring product in this house that came the closest to your favorite color, which was green, was a bright neon green. Yuta brought it over once for Ten to dye his Neon green highlights. And Yuta indeed could pull it off.

But Yangyang began to regret ever listening to his older friends again. He looked ridiculous. Looking himself with a frown in the mirror of the bathroom at 3 am was definitely not how he imagined this day to end.

Lucas lightly joked that he at least looked somehow christmasy. But then on the other hand Hendery couldn’t stop laughing about his own joke that he found his list highlighter. It was a mess. Ten wouldn’t even want to look at his hair and when he did, all he could say was “I told you”. It was even more frustrating.

All he could do now was sleep and wish it all just had been a dream. He didn’t really had the urge anymore to show you his hair. All he wanted to do was think about you laughing and running in the snow earlier today. And he really nearly forgot his hair dilemma for the night.

You on the other hand decided to go to sleep earlier that night since you nearly hadn’t gotten any sleep at all because of your assignments for university. It was more than exhausting for you to stay up till morning to finish up all your projects. Yangyang had to force you to go to bed at the end of the day and you didn’t even complain with his soothing voice telling you stories, slowly tugging you to your dream world.

The next morning, you woke up groaning with a heavy headache. One look at your phone and you could see it was 6:30. With a long sigh you fell back into your comfortable pillows, scrolling through your phone. Why did you have to wake up that early again? Right...university.

After what seems definitely too short for your liking, you finally climbed out of your bed, trotting towards the bathroom. There was no sign whatsoever that the headache would just go away by itself.

But as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you let out a deafening scream. Your heart was thrumming as fast as never before and your adrenaline was rushing through your whole body. You couldn’t find a way to properly breathe at that exact moment.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god... please let this be a dream. Nonononono. Fuck.” You mumbled to yourself while your hands searched for support at the border of the sink.

Your eyes met in the mirror in front of you. Neon green eyes. Neon fucking green. That... that was not good.

There were so many questions in your mind all at once. But one thing was sure. You wouldn’t set a single step outside of this apartment. No one could ever see you like that. You looked like a monster. As you tried rubbing your eyes continuously or trying to find a contact lenses inside of them, you came to the conclusion that you were damned.

There were many possible explanations:

1. You somehow slept too less or have some sort of hallucination due to whatever.

2. Yangyang played a prank on you and is just waiting for you to call him.

3. You suddenly have gotten a really rare disease or disability over night.

Or the most likely one (except for Yangyang and his prank maybe)

4. You just found your soulmate connection.

Your eyes widen with realization and shock, as you came to the conclusion that this could be your possible soulmate indicator. You have learned so much about them in school and by yourself that you could easily tell what it was.

It was a rare connection. But it was possible. Having your soulmates hair color as your eye color. You were 80% sure that was the reason.

The other 20% you just thought about Yangyang. How he couldn’t be your soulmate. He would have told you that he was planning to dye his hair in NEON GREEN. What in the world was this even for a hair color?

You sat down on the floor to grasp your wilding thoughts and sort out your over rushing emotions. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but your thoughts drifted off to said boy every two seconds. It made no sense at all but your subconscious probably just wanted to tell you how stupid your feelings for the Chinese boy were. He still was your best friend of many many years. You knew this day would come. The day you would finally realize that you were no soulmates. Despite all your deepest wishes.

The whole situation was nearly ironic. Neon green eyes? That could only happen to you.

With wobbly legs you waddled over to your bedroom to pick up your phone. The blood from your hands nearly disappeared all at once and left your fingers cold as ice. You pressed Yangyangs caller ID without even thinking. You knew it was still very early and it was his free day but this was definitely an emergency.

Unconsciously you began biting your finger nails nervously, trying to think straight but failed. Everything was all over the place.

After the nth peeping tone, you could hear some dampened muffles on the other side. “Y/n? Why is- are you calling?” You heard the boys broken morning voice through the speaker, gently tugging on your heartstrings. Your heart wasn’t ready for this that early.

“Uhm...I ...well Yangyang? I kind of have a big problem and I cannot leave the house. Can you...if it isn’t too much trouble... I mean come over? I just- I really don’t know what to do...” you rambled on, not knowing what to say in a situation like that. He had to see it himself to understand. God that was awful.

More ruffling could be heard, followed by damp footsteps. “Oh...yeah sure. You sound really frustrated Y/n, is everything okay? Should I bring you something?” He questioned you with concern mirroring his voice. You shook your head, remembering he couldn’t see it.

“No it’s fine... I just need some really good advices. Its just weird. You will see when you come.” You explained to him, still biting your finger nails. “Alright I will be there in a bit. I’ll still bring you some chocolate tho, that’s always one solution.” Yangyang tried to lift up your seemingly worried mood, succeeding immediately and earning a chuckle from you.

“Thank you. You are the best. See you soon.” The line went dead and left you with a more comforting feeling than before. You were still sure everyone looking at you would scream out loud but at least Yangyang was there for you and could buy you contacts or whatever. You were always thankful to have someone like him in your life.

Not half an hour later, said boy rang the bell to your apartment. You prayed to god that none of your roommates got up because of the noice. You wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this... except for Yangyang.

In a hurry you put on a pair of sunglasses, you found on your dresser before running to the door to let him in. It wasn’t your intention to scare him away in the beginning, even though you know he would never.

The Chinese boy looked tired when you opened the door but you could still see the worry written on his face. He wore a black beanie and his long padded jacket. He looked absolutely adorable for you in that moment. But realization hit you when you couldn’t see any differences from yesterday. The heavy feeling immediately made its way to your heart. You felt horrible. You were right, he couldn’t be your soulmate. How stupid you were...

“Y/n what’s the problem? Why are you wearing sunglasses? Did you hurt your eye? Did someone hit you?!” Yangyang lowkey panicked. You dragged him inside, leaving him no time to remove most of his clothing items besides his dirty shoes.

You pulled him into your room exhaling deeply while pushing him gently on your bed to sit down. You stood in front of him still with your sunglasses on.

“I...I found out my soulmate indicator. I did right this morning.”

There was an indefinable silence in the air for a second. There was a slight drop in the boys facial expression. His heart ripped open like a bag of candy. Spilling all his content. “Wha-what...” was all he could mutter. His gaze drifting off to your feet, trying to get his thoughts straight.

“I don’t know I just...woke up like this...please don’t scream.” You scrambled nervously, taking off your sunglasses slowly and revealing your neon green eyes to him.

His mouth dropped immediately. With hammering heart and shaking hands he subconsciously reached for his beanie. If his emotions would ride the wildest rollercoaster, it would be this moment right now. Everything was all over the place but his heart lead it’s way.

Your big eyes fixated on the neon green mop of hair on top of Yangyangs head. It was hard not to forget how to breathe in that moment. “Yangyang...” you whispered softly, stepping closer and reaching for his hair, which was exact the same color as your eyes. “You...what?! Why didn’t you tell me? I was so... worried.”

He looked into your eyes, not finding fear or shock, no, there was happiness in them. Pure happiness, which surprised you immensely. There was a small smile on his lips. “Worried about what?” He reached for your hand. Emotions spilling over the top.

You sat down next to him, turning your body towards him. The blood was rushing so loud through your ears, it was hard to focus on your own thoughts. It was now or never y/n!

“About having someone else as a soulmate than... you. God it sounds so cheesy but it’s true.” You chuckled nervously wanting to chew on your nails but being stopped by Yangyang. His smile grew even bigger, letting it impossible for you not to smile.

He suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, giggling like a child. Your hands searching grip on his fluffy jacket. A warm feeling spread through your whole body. You felt wonderful. Like all sorts of sorrows and worries had been taken away from you. Immediately.

“I’m so so so happy Y/n... so happy.” He mumbled joyfully in your shoulder. He squeezed your body tight. “I wanted to confess to you. So many times. God I really fell hard for you and now I know why.”

He looked into your eyes once again, surpressing a laugh but still sending you heart eyes.

“I’m sorry but you really look ridiculous. I’m so sorry about that. I had no idea.” You nodded playfully glaring at him but still leaning closer into his touch, wanting to be even closer to him. It was a weird feeling. But everything just made sense to you now. Every single moment and feeling in the past. It was all because of your soulmate connection. You were soulmates all along and you never had a clue.

“Oh you better dye that hair back right now to black or you wait for neon pink eyes yourself.” You warned him playfully. “Even though you look like a Christmas tree... I mean it’s kinda cute.” You admitted playing with his hair in hope for him not to see your incoming blush.

Yangyang grinned to himself, unable to hold back his emotions as he saw your pinky cheeks from the compliment. He felt so giddy suddenly. “Hendery and Lucas were absolutely convinced that you would fall for me easier when I’d dye my hair in your favorite color. Unfortunately they only had neon green one left at this point in time. Please remind me to never trust them again. That was a horrible idea.”

Your heart swelled up by his words. “You did this because of me? Oh Yangyang...” your hand went to his arm. You would lie if you didn’t feel flattered in this moment. “You’re such an idiot... but a very very cute one.” You smiled at him in awe, “I appreciate it. But by all means please let us dye it back.” You both began to fall into a fit of laughter, unable to stop.

“Deal. This hair and your eyes should be banned from this country.” And with that you could proudly say that you finally found your soulmate. The person you were in love with all along. Your best friend and partner in crime. Liu Yangyang.

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vampire-scones · 3 years

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Are Three Strikes Really So Bad?

I present to you, chapter ONE of my StanPat fic. I have a lot more I want to do with this so I thought I would try my hand at a multi part fic! As always, the story is under the cut uwu

It was only four innings into his game and Stan was playing outer field. He was still close enough so he could see the bleachers. He couldn’t stop looking over at the bleachers and getting distracted. This wasn’t a normal thing for him as he could usually keep his head in the game until it was over and then after that, he would just decompress for a couple hours. But not this time. This time he couldn’t stop looking at the girl who sat with a group of her friends in the upper left corner of the second set of bleachers. She was cute. Really really cute.

She wore rectangular glasses and had a bob of bouncy blond hair. Or he assumed it was bouncy. It looked bouncy whenever she turned her head to talk to her friends or whenever her friends said something. He kinda remembered her name. Patty Plum? No, Patty Blum. Or did she go by Patricia? He couldn’t exactly remember and he felt somewhat guilty for it. They were in the same AP English class after all. They weren’t in the same grade, she was just smart and was able to take an upper-level course with him. This made him a year older than her, well two since he was supposed to be a year ahead but had been held back because he was sick so often as a child.

He remembered she was usually quiet and sat closer to the back of the class but not at the back. Back middle he would call it. He sat kitty-corner to her, putting him in the front middle. Whenever he would turn his head to look busy with her poems or stories and making no time to socialize with others. Was it because she was shy? Probably. AP was hard enough as it was and being in a class with older kids was hard too. Stan knew this from his own experience and didn’t blame her for sitting there quietly. He was older and he would admit it, it was hard to talk to new people in a classroom setting.

These thoughts of English class slowly faded as the whistle was blown for his team to switch with the opposing one. They were now up to bat. Stan made his way to the dugout and glanced one more time up at the bleachers. He could swear he saw Patty quickly looking away. So she watched him. That thought brought a bit of pink to Stan’s cheeks but he knew if anyone saw it they would just think it was from the game.

Stan made his way to the dugout and joked around with a few of the other guys until it was his turn up to bat. He swung his bat a few times before planting his feet. He chanced a look up at the stands and there he saw her looking right back at him. Their eyes locked. He gave her a little wink. He watched her turn away and cover her face. He missed the first ball because of this, but he didn’t care. Patty Blum seemed to have a crush on him. As the back catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher, Stan looked forward. He shuffled his feet a bit in accordance with what his brain told him. He had to stand perfectly if he was going to hit this one.

Stan narrowed his eyes as he watched the pitcher. The pitcher wound up his arm and let the ball fly towards Stan. There was an audible crack and then a thud. Stan had hit that ball far into left field and had dropped his bat to run bases. He made it to second base before the ball came back to the pitcher. He was smiling and breathing heavily as he looked to the stands, hearing cheers erupt from his friend group sitting near the front and from the quiet group of girls up on the second set of bleachers on the left side. Others were cheering for him too, but he didn’t care too much.

He straightened up and waved towards the stands. Again, he caught Patty’s eye and directed a smile towards her. He swore he could see blush forming on her cheeks, but it was hard to tell from how far away he was. While he waited for another hit that could get him to third base or home he continued to send smiles to Patty and to the losers. But mostly Patty. He could tell she was just watching him not, not caring too much about the other boy going up to bat and how he struck out. Stan did, however, make a face when he heard the shout of,

“YOU’RE OUT!”

When he glanced back up at Patty he could see her covering her mouth as she giggled. He made the same face to her to see if he could get a bigger reaction. Sure enough, he could swear he heard a snort before she quickly covered her whole face as her friends looked over to see what she found so funny. Stan swore his cheeks were as red as Bev’s hair by this point. This girl was way too cute.

With the next boy up to bat Stan was able to make it back to home plate and walked back to the dugout, getting high fives from his teammates and cheers from the stands. This ended the small little bit of playful flirting he had been doing to Patty, at least for the while. Throughout more of the game, things continued like this. When he would get up to bat he would usually look to Patty and send her a wink. When he was on second base he would make exaggerated faces to get reactions out of her, and when he was in the field he would send her the occasional grin or wave. He loved seeing her light up when he waved at her.

Everything was going fine until the 7th inning and the last inning for their high school game. Stan was up to bat again and was going through his regular motions. He had done a few warm-up swings before he went up, aligned his feet, winked at Patty, and then he swung. And boy did he swing the ball. As soon as he hit it he knew it was a fowl. It was going too far right. It was going towards the stands. His face turned into one of horror when he realized just where the ball was headed. Those few seconds felt like they were played in slow motion.

Patty had turned her head to reply to something her friend had said before stan hit the ball. When she heard the crack of the bat hitting the ball she turned to look and see how far Stan would get. However, she was met by a white sphere coming right towards her face and delivering a hard hit to her and nailing her right in the nose before it bounced off somewhere else into the bleachers. All Stan could do was watch this display before running over to the small fence that separated him from the stands.

What does he do? What does he even say? He was just trying to flirt with her and now he has hit her in the face with a hard as hell ball and probably broken her pretty nose. Oh jesus christ now he could see it was bleeding. He watched as Patty got up with the help of one of her friends and slowly made her way down the steps to get to the ground. She was walking right towards him to get out and go to the bathroom. Oh god how he just wanted to shrink and hid in his helmet. He looked back at the field and could see that some of his teammates were waving their arms for him to come back. He stuck up a finger at them indicating he would be one minute.

As Patty and her friend started to make their way towards the school Stan stopped them.

“I uh..Shit. I really didn’t mean to hit you. I guess I really hit a fly ball with that one.” He said in an attempt to make a joke.

To his surprise Patty let out a little laugh and looked up at him. She was leaning her head forward and had a hand under her chin to stop any blood from getting on her shoes.

“It’s fine. You weren’t trying to hit me. It does...really really sting though. I think you managed to break it.”

Stan winced at this before he heard Patty say something else.

“That’s one way to hit on me I guess.” She said with her own little laugh at the end.

Stan felt his cheeks turn a dark red from the blush that was now coming to them. “Uh, yeah I guess so. Um...Maybe if you are at school tomorrow I can tell you how the game goes and like...buy you lunch? Y’know, for breaking your nose.” He was starting to fidget with the bottom of his shirt. HE knew his teammates wanted him back so they could finish and win the game, but he wanted to make sure Patty was okay first.

Patty nodded and gave him a small smile. “Yeah, That sounds good. I’ll uh, see you then.”

With that her friend quickly took her off into the school and to the bathroom, leaving Stan to make his way back to the diamond and pick up where he had left the game. He was able to hit the ball but it was only enough to get him to first base. His mind was still racing. His first conversation with that pretty girl and it was all because he had hit her in face with a base ball. And on top of that he was pretty sure he had asked her out too.

He managed to make it back to home plate and then to the dug out, his head still fuzzy and overrun by all these thoughts. The only real thing he knew for sure was that tomorrow was going to be awkward and he was going to have to make the best of it.

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cowboyx2 · 3 years

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my take on the cm characters sexual orientations and their journey :’)

Jennifer Jareau:

i view her as bisexual, an icon if you will.. no no but really, i do! with all the scenes with laggy taine i really think she likes him, they have chemistry and if i MUST admit they’re pretty cute together. obviously i also think she has MAJOR chemistry with emily, all the looks, smiles, subtle touches, hand holding under the table, it just makes sense for them to have feelings for one another!

background:

JJ grew up in a small town (in PA i think??) with only what i can assume is a conservative family.

after rosalyn died her parents started fighting more and she sort of slipped away into that background. with all that at home middle school was TOUGH!!

she was always told only boys and girls kiss, not girls and girls or boys and boys and that was final. she didn’t really understand why but she wasn’t one to challenge authority

it wasn’t until the end of 7th grade that she realized she was “different”. one of her friends from school, jessica (yes i’m naming her, leave me alone) had invited her to her house for a sleepover.

after they had hung out for awhile they started to gossip like any 13 year old girls. jessica was worried that she wouldn’t be a good kisser and if she wasn’t then she couldn’t ask out brad. so like any logical reasoning they (jessica did..) decided they HAD to practice

they both agreed it was awkward and weird but jj couldn’t stop thinking abt it even after jessica was long asleep

she spent the entirety of 8th grade trying to forget what had happened. if she kept busy than she couldn’t think abt it..

jj’s high school years were much “better” then middle school. she had a new found popularity with being on the varsity soccer team and being a pretty blonde. with popularity came boys and cute one at that

she liked them and they liked her so why should she worry about that cute girl in her chem class? it wasn’t that she didn’t like the guys because she most definitely did, it was that they were certain girls in her school that she just REALLY wanted to be friends with. yeah, just friends

even if she got distracted by laura’s cute skirt and updo she also was happily with one of the football guys. if really like him then she couldn’t of had feelings for a girl, right??

then and now:

once jj had joined the bau she had figured out that she does indeed like girls AND guys. though she did NOT know there was a word for it

she ended up learning a lot from elle an out queer women. (fyi i hc elle as queer aro) besides elle being her gay mentor jj also had a very big crush on her

elle taught her all about the label bisexual among many that she explained, that’s when it all just clicked. jj had her first queer friend and a label she can use for herself!! all of elle’s advice and information did not stop jj’s little crush

they hooked up like twice

after greenaway left it was difficult, she didn’t have anyone to talk to abt her sexuality or questions. until spencer ended up accidentally coming out to jj, it was very awkward but it smoothed over once jj let him that she was bi. then penelope joined in on the fun with her just running into the bau with a pan flag in her hands

the 3 of them grew closer together, talking about crushes and whatnot. spencer and pen couldn’t answer every single question she had but for the most part they could answer the pressing ones

when emily joined the team it was an immediate wake up call. she new she liked elle a lot but this was different, once she saw her she could not get her out of her head. they hadn’t even spoke yet there was jennifer john jareau absently daydreaming abt women she barely knew

once they met it was set in stone, she HAD to marry this women, and she would’ve right there and then. but of course “jj, you can’t just ask for her hand in marriage! you don’t even know what her favorite color is” right yeah make her fall in love then get married

the more and more they hung out the more she tried to push the idea to the back of her head.

then she met will and he was nice, sweet, and cute, it only made sense to go out. and boy was she glad she did, he was nothing less than a gentleman

my canon now, bitch:

all good things have to end though, years into their relationship with 2 adorable munchkins em kisses her. yes she knew she’s gay but the kiss was a SURPRISE to say the least. before she knew it she was having a long talk with will and emily.

after that it was a rush, she moved in with emily a year after the split with will. the kids love her and she’s an openly happy bi women. jj not even once regretted will he made her happy, they were so so so happy, she was in love but love dosent always last forever.

#dw i’m doin all of em #so GET FUCKED #ITS MY CANON NOW #yes her middle name is john #jennifer john jareau #jennifer jareau #cm #emily prentiss #spencer reid #penelope garcia #elle greenaway #will laggy taine #will lamontagne #jemily #cm hc

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peanut-butter-and-theatre · 3 years

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Boyf riends go brrr

Michael walked into his best friend's house, ready to hang out with his Jer-Bear...Did that sound gay? That sounded gay, didn't it. Anyways- Michael walked into Jeremy's house only to hear...singing? Michael walked towards the angelic sound, admiring the voice. He was soon standing in front of his best friend's bedroom, the door was about half way open. Michael looked in, hoping Jeremy wouldn't mind. Jeremy was in his room, wearing Michael's hoodie, thigh high striped socks, singing into his hairbrush.

"So that's where my hoodie went.." Michael mumbled while blushing furiously. You would be too if you saw your crush wearing your hoodie while singing, don't deny it. Michael opened the door and stood there, waiting for Jeremy to notice his presence.

"I know I shouldn't ever call back! Or let ya come back! But it's you-hoo-hoo! Every time you touch meee! And say ya love meee! I get a little bit breathless, I shouldn't want this, but it's you-hoo-wHATTHEFUCK-" Jeremy had suddenly turned around and opened his eyes while belting.

"Hey Jer" Michael waved.

"I- Uh- Um.." Jeremy stuttered.

"That was pretty good, Heere!" Michael walked past Jeremy and fell backwards onto Jeremy's bed. "I see you have my hoodie, you thief" Michael teased.

"Y-You left it here.." Jeremy explained shyly.

"Don't you mean-"

"-don't you dare-"

"-hEERE?"

"..."

"Pfft- Shut the fuck up, Michael" Jeremy laughed. Jeremy sat down next to Michael and Michael stood up. "What're you doing?-" Michael picked up Jeremy bridal style, spun around, and landed back first onto Jeremy's bed. "But why?"

"Cause why not?" Jeremy adjusted himself in his best friend's arms. "Ya know, you look really cute in those socks, Jer" Michael blurted out without thinking.

"...W h a t?..."

"Nothing, I said nothing."

"Michael-"

"I didn't say anything, Jeremy!" Michael slightly snapped. Jeremy...flinched. Right, shit, his mom yelled a lot, he hates yelling.

"Shit- I-I'm sorry-"

"Michael."

"...I said you look really cute in those socks..."

"...that's pretty gay, dude" Micharl burst out laughing. The sound that Jeremy adores.

"Shut up Jer oh my god" Michael said in between laughs.

"No, I don't think I will." Jeremy referenced. Michael snickered and hugged Jeremy tighter. "M-Michael I can't breathe"

"I can't help it, I love youuu~" Michael whined playfully. Jeremy almost had a heart attack.

"I-I love you too, Micha.." Jeremy said genuinely with a small smile on his smile. Michael finally realized what he had said, but most importantly, what Jeremy had just said. Michael loosened his grip on Jeremy and looked at him with a serious expression on his face.

"You- You w h a t?" Jeremy decided that it was now or never.

"I..um..I love you, Michael. Like romantically, you know...?" Michael almost exploded.

"A-are you serious? Jer, you better be serious."

"I am! Micha, I've kinda...had feelings for you...for a while.." Jeremy confessed.

"For- For how long??"

"You know how me and Chrissy broke up?"

"Yeah..?"

"It was mutual."

"What?! Jer, you've liked Christine since, like, forever! Why would you-"

"I realized that I liked- no, loved you, Micha" Jeremy looked up at Michael, both on the verge of happy tears. "And also, Christine realized she liked Jenna so yeah.."

"Yes."

"H-huh?"

"I mean- I love you too!!"

"I- How- Why- Since when??"

"Dude...I've been in love with you since like 7th grade." Jeremy suddenly felt stupid.

"O-OoH" Jeremy's voice cracked.

"Can I kiss you?" Michael asked suddenly.

"I- Yes." Michael carefully placed his lips against Jeremy's. They smooched for a bit before they eventually needed oxygen because yeah.

"..W o w" Jeremy whispered.

"W o w" Michael repeated. They sat in silence while Michael cradled Jeremy in his arms.

"Hey Michael?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I-I-I love you..." Jeremy admitted embarrassedly. Michael smiled.

"I love you too"

#be more chill #boyf riends

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outerbxnks · 4 years

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for you [topper thornton]

word count: 2.1k

pairing: topper thornton x reader

warnings: SO MUCH ANGST. no happy endings here.

a/n: i just want to say if you are protesting, please stay safe: wear a mask, we are still in a pandemic. keep yourself and those around you safe. and if you are not speaking up about the blm movement, you are against it. use your voice. sign petitions. make an impact.

requested: n/a

the two of you were laid out peacefully on a blanket, you tucked securely into his side. the water rippled under his boat, rocking you peacefully and adding to the already perfect atmosphere. you could not imagine anywhere else you’d rather be in that moment, laying in the arms of your lover.

topper wished he could say the same. he wanted to love you. he cared about you deeply, but a part of his heart still belonged to sarah. he tried so hard to forget about her, to will himself to let go of the memories, and let you in. you’d managed to temporarily fill the void of loneliness in his heart, but he knew he could never fully be yours until he allowed himself to move on.

you’d been friends with topper and sarah for as long as you could remember. the three of you were known as the golden trio of figure eight, all coming from notorious, rich families and growing up together. you three were inseparable, that is, until your two best friends started dating. not much changed at first, they just hung out a few times without you - which didn’t bother you. that’s what you wanted them to think, at least.

the truth was, you’d had a thing for topper ever since the 7th grade. but you never admit it to him, too scared to ruin the good dynamic you had going with the trio. it didn’t matter though, because only a short year later he was gushing to you about how pretty he thought sarah was. it hurt at first, but you cared more about your friends than some petty crush, so you bottled it up and forced yourself to be happy for them.

slowly but surely, you were pushed away. you knew it wasn’t intentional, they wanted their privacy. you had other friends anyways, and you didn’t mind spending time with them. you and sarah still talked (and she kept you updated on all things topper), but he didn’t make an effort to be friends with you anymore, so you stopped trying too. it was hard, but it was probably for the best; crushing on your best friend’s boyfriend wasn’t cool.

and then she cheated on him, with a pogue of all people. typically you didn’t care for the rivalry between the two sides, but sarah knew how much topper and john b hated each other. she’d picked debatably the worst person in the entirety of the obx to cheat on him with, save for maybe jj. you wanted to reach out to topper, to check up; but he didn’t want you around. so you decided it best to keep to yourself.

that was, until he showed up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, absolutely broken.

your gaze moved to the door upon hearing a knock, glancing at the clock that read 3am. “what the fuck?” you mumbled, rubbing your tired eyes. you shuffled to the door, pulling it open and gasping at the sight in front of you. there stood the boy you (still) loved, eyes red and tears slipping down his cheeks.

“what did i do wrong?” topper’s voice cracked, the pouring rain behind him nearly drowning out the sobs that followed. his clothes were soaked through completely, and you realized he probably walked over - he only lived about a block away, but that was far enough in this weather. you could see him visibly shaking.

you didn’t reply, instead grabbing his hand and quickly pulling him inside. your heart broke at the sight of him. you didn’t know what to say, so you instead wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your embrace. he was quick to reciprocate, clinging desperately to your body and burying his head in the crook of your neck. his clothes soaked through yours and his tears stained your top, but you didn’t care in the slightest. your focus was solely on the broken boy you held in your arms.

you two stood there until his sobs turned to sniffles. you slowly pulled away, smiling sadly at him. “let’s get you warmed up.” you whispered, and he nodded wordlessly. your parents weren’t home, but you were worried about how vulnerable he was in his current state. you opted for a softer approach, as to not further upset him. you guided him to sit in front of the previously lit fireplace, assuring him you’d be right back. you quickly grabbed a towel, turning on the kettle on your way back.

you told him to remove his dripping shirt, and he did so, blankly staring into the fire. you kneeled in front of him, gently pulling the towel around his shoulders. still seeing his shivers, you searched for a blanket. you brought it over to him, wrapping it overtop of his towel and leaving to make him some hot chocolate.

you sat with him quietly as he sipped at his drink, and though his tears had long since ceased, his eyes were red and puffy; a sure giveaway he had been crying. as you waited for him to speak on his own, you couldn’t help but wonder. why had he come to you? he’d shut you out, and now was running to you crying. he had his own friends he could’ve gone to, but he’d chosen you.

the silence was not awkward, but it was not particularly comfortable either. finally, he turned to look you in the eyes, searching your face before sighing deeply and speaking up. “i’m sorry for barging in, it’s just.. i had nowhere else to go.”

you couldn’t help your curiosity, and decided to be direct with him. “why did you come here, topper? why come see me? why didn’t you go to rafe, or kelce?” you questioned softly, and he scoffed, shaking his head.

“you think either of them are going to listen? they don’t care about anything or anyone but themselves.” he spat, and you bit your lip, nodding along thoughtfully. he wasn’t wrong, you’d always known them to be assholes, but you knew it wasn’t the time to start up that conversation. it wasn’t about them. “besides..” he started, pulling your full attention. he wasn’t looking at you, but straight into the flames before him. “i missed you.” he muttered, and though you wish it didn’t, your heart sped up at his words.

“i’ll always be here for you, top.” you whispered and shifted closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. he sighed, leaning his head on top of yours, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into him.

you were silent then, just enjoying each other's presence. “i don’t deserve you.” he muttered, moving and placing a kiss on your forehead. he only realized his actions when you tensed slightly, and he pulled back, analysing your expression. the flickering of the fire illuminated your face, showing him the light shade of pink that had crept up your cheeks. you felt his stare, but didn’t dare meet his gaze. you didn’t trust yourself to.

he reached out, gently grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. he leaned closer to you, and because of your proximity, he felt your heartbeat speed up. you swallowed hard, glancing up to meet his eyes, only to see they were fixated on your lips. “can i kiss you?” he whispered, already slowly leaning in. you only nodded, and he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a perfect kiss.

dating topper was better than you ever could’ve imagined. after that night, you and him had practically become inseparable, and were rarely seen without the other. your friendship had been rekindled, only now you exchanged kisses in between conversations and you shared a much more intimate bond. you were madly in love with him, and were sure he felt the same.

he did not, however. and he was drowning in guilt because of it.

he knew all too well how you felt about him, and he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you after so many years of friendship. he looked down at your sleeping frame tucked tightly against him and sighed. he knew he had to break it off with you. selfishly, he felt like he couldn’t bear to lose you, especially not with sarah potentially being dead. you had been each other's safety, spending many nights comforting the other. but he had already let your relationship go on long enough. it was killing him.

“y/n.” he whispered, and you stirred, groaning. he fidgeted nervously, reminding himself he had to do this. otherwise he was afraid he would back out like the coward he was known to be. he had to do this for you. “y/n.” he said more sternly, and you finally untangled your body from his, sitting up and rubbing your tired eyes.

“what is it, top?” you mumbled, trying to blink away the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids. one look at him and you could immediately tell something was wrong, based solely on the underlying emotion hidden in his eyes. you sat up straighter, worry settling in. “is everything alright?”

topper wanted to burst in tears at that moment. you knew him so well. too well. “there’s, um, something we need to talk about.” he stuttered, and you sat silently, playing with your fingers nervously, nodding slowly and edging him to continue. “i think we need to take a break.”

you felt your heart shatter right then and there, your mouth falling open into an ‘o’ shape. you looked at the floor of the boat, scooting further away from the boy you loved so much. suddenly the gentle rocking of the boat made your stomach turn and you felt nauseous. “what? why?” you managed, trying to keep your voice steady and failing miserably.

topper bit his lip, looking away and squeezing his eyes shut. this was so much harder than he thought it would be. “y/n, it’s better you don’t-” he tried, but you weren’t having it.

“you can’t say we need to take a break and not tell me why, topper!” you were crying now, and barely managed words between your sniffling. you didn’t so much as care right now, the pounding in your chest had you feeling like you might pass out.

he took a moment, and looked in the opposing direction from you. he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “i still love her.” he whispered, his voice broken. you blinked a few times, his words slowly sinking in.

he still loved sarah.

you sat there, processing everything. you stood up abruptly, gripping onto the edge of the boat like a lifeline as a feeling of lightheadedness washed over you. “sarah’s dead, topper.” you said dangerously calm. You felt a wave over anger and a whole other heartbreak wash over you at your own words and broke, screaming. “she’s fucking dead!”

“don’t you think i know that, y/n?” he shouted, making you flinch and cry harder. “don’t you think i tried to move on, to forget about her? i did! i did for you - i want to love you, and only you!” you turned your back to him then, beginning collecting your things from the ground. although you didn’t want to, you listened intently, knowing you’d regret it later if you didn’t know his full reasoning behind your split.

“but i can’t just forget about her. i tried so hard, y/n. and i can’t keep doing this to you. it hurts me to know i’m lying to you, that i’m not giving you what you deserve. i want this to work. god, i fucking need you. but it’s not fair of me to ask you to love me when i’m still in love with someone else.” he finished his speech, watching you closely. your eyes were trained on the small bag you were packing up, but you clung to every word.

you swung the closed bag over your shoulder, finally facing him. he stood a good distance in front of you, and it was only then that you noticed he was crying too. “okay.” you whispered, swallowing hard.

“okay?” he questioned, and you nodded. you moved forward, kissing his cheek and caressing it after, looking deep into his eyes, one last time.

you forced yourself to pull away, trying to ease the pain you felt as much as you could. you skillfully jumped off his boat, stopping on the dock and turning to face him one last time. “goodbye, topper.”

he watched as you walked away, furiously wiping away your tears. his heart felt like it had been ripped out all over again, but he was sure it was for the best. for your sake. “goodbye, y/n.” he muttered, though you were long since out of hearing range. his being was already filled with a sense of longing, begging for him to run after you. to take it all back. but he couldn’t.

because he did it for you.

#topper thorton x reader #topper x reader #topper thornton #topper thorton imagine #topper imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks imagines #outer banks imagine #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #austin north imagine #austin north x reader

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